#my breaking point was them moving offices tbh.
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OMG your Vox with a pop star darling was perf!! Can you please do one where Vox starts to fall in love with his assistant who’s an imp?? At first he’d be in major denial because of the class differences but he’s just subconsciously SUPER doting towards her. Pen out of ink? Guess he'll just have to buy a brand new pack for her! Forgot her lunch? Obviously he'll just give her his!! Sorry if it's long :((((
thank youuu !! this idea is so interesting and no, its definitely not too long, i personally like longer asks better tbh !!
cw: stalking, manipulation, and things of the sort
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✶𓏲ּ꩜ .ᐟ || you had always stood out to vox as one of his assistants the whole time u had worked for him.
✶𓏲ּ꩜ .ᐟ || at first he didn’t recognize his feelings as romantic.
✶𓏲ּ꩜ .ᐟ || you were a really good assistant. you were organized and always knew what to do, plus you knew how to handle his outbursts
✶𓏲ּ꩜ .ᐟ || he appreciated you and thats all…right?
✶𓏲ּ꩜ .ᐟ || it was the little things that made him realize what his feelings really were.
✶𓏲ּ꩜ .ᐟ || the way your nose scrunches up when you laugh, the way ur eyes glimmer when you’re given something to do, things like that.
✶𓏲ּ꩜ .ᐟ || you were such a delicate thing.
✶𓏲ּ꩜ .ᐟ || once he realized, he tried to deny it all he could.
✶𓏲ּ꩜ .ᐟ || his brain was at war with his heart. you were an imp. he was an overlord! things could never work out with you two..or could they?
✶𓏲ּ꩜ .ᐟ || its not like there were any written rules on it, plus he could use this power imbalance to his benefit.
✶𓏲ּ꩜ .ᐟ || vox favored you over all of his other workers and assistants, everyone could tell, even you.
✶𓏲ּ꩜ .ᐟ || you were naive, thinking that it was a sign to keep going, to work harder to get more of his approval.
✶𓏲ּ꩜ .ᐟ || at first it was just him being visibly nicer to you than he is with others but then things started to escalate
✶𓏲ּ꩜ .ᐟ || getting paid significantly more, longer breaks and more vacation days,
✶𓏲ּ꩜ .ᐟ || he even started buying you things, wether it be lunch, more office supplies, the latest tech (which he definitely didn’t use to spy on you), expensive jewelry, anything and everything you’d ever need.
✶𓏲ּ꩜ .ᐟ || you tried to decline them, you didn’t need all this, but he refused to take them back. you were his favorite assistant, after all!
✶𓏲ּ꩜ .ᐟ || he also threw flirty quips at you from time to time which confused you to no end.
✶𓏲ּ꩜ .ᐟ || he felt a pang of jealousy in his chest whenever he spied on you calling or texting other people (he could definitely look through your phone, texts, and calls)
✶𓏲ּ꩜ .ᐟ || he wanted you all to himself! you didn’t need anyone else.
✶𓏲ּ꩜ .ᐟ || he’ll probably ask you to move into the building with him, “-so you can work more efficiently!” he says.
✶𓏲ּ꩜ .ᐟ || if you said yes, you two would live “happily ever after”. he would coerce you into a situationship of some sorts. not an actual relationship, though, do you know what that would do for his image?
✶𓏲ּ꩜ .ᐟ || he would keep you close, though, close enough to the point where you wouldn’t want to leave.
✶𓏲ּ꩜ .ᐟ || if you said no, though, or showed any sign of leaving, oh, that just wouldn’t do.
✶𓏲ּ꩜ .ᐟ || what do you mean you wanna quit? he makes you uncomfortable? just calm down for a second, look into his eyes for a bit…and there! see, its fine, everything is fine.
✶𓏲ּ꩜ .ᐟ || and you don’t have the strength to refuse.
✶𓏲ּ꩜ .ᐟ || you spend the next few days in a hazy blur. you want to stay. you want to stay? vox does feel slightly guilty, hypnotizing you into staying, but he has no choice. you’re his, and you need to be protected! what if something happens to you?
✶𓏲ּ꩜ .ᐟ || he stays doting over you, making sure you’re okay and stuff, he really is trying his best to make this comfortable for you, so pleasee don’t make this harder for him.
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Nightshade
Larissa Weems x Vampire!reader
Summary: You almost lose Larissa.
Notes and warning: Marilyn Thornhill (yes she’s a warning by itself), little bitty angst, near-death experience, blood-drinking (i guess?). I’m not proud of this tbh :(.
It’s been a few weeks since your first visit to nevermore. You had gotten to know the young vampires there and basically made friends with them.
You were chatting with Yoko and arguing about which blood type is tastier when Thing, a hand that always accompanied Wednesday Addams tugged on your pants. You tried trading him for Advanced Cello lessons but she wouldn't budge. He gave you the middle finger and you raised your hands in defeat. "No need to be rude".
You looked down to see him obviously anxious by the way he was signing so fast. “Alright calm down what are ya saying?”.
He gave up and told you to follow him, you reluctantly walked behind him as he took you to the greenhouse, the place you dreaded the most around here because of that weird woman.
You saw Larissa there. Laying on the ground, a clear substance came out of her mouth while Wednesday fought off Marilyn. You froze, your knees couldn't hold your weight anymore but you went to grab the shovel on the table and hit Marilyn in the back of the skull, knocking her out before falling on your knees.
“R..Rissa?” She tried so hard to look at you, you wished she didn't because now your undead heart's aching at the way she desperately tried to talk. You didn't know what to do. "W..wh..Draga mea, what happened?" you asked her but Wednesday answered behind you.
"Thornhill injected her with nightshade poison" As soon as she said it, you subconsciously moved her head to the side, piercing her pulse point with your fangs to try and suck the poison out while your tears soaked her neck, her blood soaking yours as you failed to keep your mouth shut while you sobbed.
Your efforts proved fruitful as you began tasting the poison, stopping what you were doing to spit it out next to her before continuing the process as Wednesday tried pulling you off her while the paramedics came in the room with a stretcher and the sheriff with handcuffs ready in his hands and handcuffed Marilyn, who surprisingly began regaining consciousness.
"They're going to help her" Wednesday assured in her usual cold voice and you scoffed. "yeah, as if normies care about us. This here is evidence that we're still at war with them! She trusted her and let her teach outcasts! They're not taking her" you pushed the paramedic off her as he tried to take her pulse.
"Don't touch her!" you growled, your fangs on display as your pale skin somehow reddened with fury.
You felt a soft grip on your hand and looked down to see Larissa nodding with a weak smile. You wiped the saliva out of the corner of her lips with your sleeve and stood up. They took it as a sign to take her.
You hugged your arms to yourself, your tears staining your cheeks. "W..what the fuck happened?" you sighed, wiping your face with your hands.
"It was my fault" Wednesday gulped, "I convinced her to shapeshift into Thornhill's puppet to see that I was right, she stabbed her with that needle before she could say outcast".
You found no use in blaming Wednesday now. You left the greenhouse and made your way to her office to get your coat, freezing at the sight of the empty room, her perfume still lingering in the air.
You stopped yourself from breaking down again, putting your coat on and going to your car, the students sending you apologetic looks on the way.
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You paced around the waiting room, still no word of her being okay. You were nervous as hell, were you going to lose her that day if Thing hadn't come to find you?.
"Family of Larissa Weems?" someone called behind her and you turned to face a nurse that had a reassuring smile on her face.
"She's awake now, follow me" you walked behind her until you stopped in front of room 324, taking a deep breath before knocking and entering.
There she was. Your wife, whose passion for achieving peace between normies and outcasts has led her here. Her eyes met yours as she looked away from the TV. She was wired to multiple IVs and bandaged on the neck.
You made your way to her, sitting next to her bed and taking her hand in yours. "How do you feel, iubita mea?" was all you managed to ask as the blonde nodded.
"I'm fine. Just….shocked” you hummed, resting your temple on her thigh.
She reached with her hand to run it through your hair in a comforting manner, knowing that you wouldn’t stop blaming yourself if anything had happened to her.
She saw you swallowing back a sob and patted the space beside her. “I don’t want to hurt you” you frowned, though you wanted nothing more than to snuggle next to her.
“You won’t. Now come here” she gave you one of her dreamy smiles and you gave in. You took your shoes off before climbing up the hospital bed and cuddled next to her, cautious as to not mess up the IVs and hurt her.
“There you go. I’ll be fine..We’ll be fine” she placed a kiss to your hair and held you close.
“How would you like a position at Nevermore?” She asked after a few minutes of silence, her hands still working through your hair.
It surprised you, to say the least, but you wouldn’t turn down an opportunity like this “If it keeps you alive. And No Normies”.
She let out a chuckle, kissing your hair again. “Anything you want, my little bat”.
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#larissa weems x reader#larissa weems#gwendoline christie x reader#gwendoline christie#wednesday addams x reader
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We're All Mad Here
Request from @twwobsessed: Hi I love your writings sm🫶🏻 platonic love and care and comfort is amazing 🥰 Could I request something with Hotch as father figure to a bau reader where he provides a safe place for her to be vulnerable and realize it’s okay to lean on others around her when she’s struggling with her mental health?
Aaron Hotchner x platonic!BAU!reader
Summary: Everyone at the BAU has their days. Hotch lets you know it's okay not to be okay.
A/N: I am, once again, lacking in creative flow at the moment. Title and final line are Alice in Wonderland references because I'm hoping someone will catch onto all the weird little metaphors and things I put into my writing one day and appreciate them like I do
CW: nothing super heavy tbh other than pointing out that everyone who works for the BAU is truamatized, reader hasn't eaten dinner and opts for tea instead.
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You were almost certain that it was Aaron Hotchner’s goal to put together the most unhinged, secretly mentally insane team in the bureau. So certain, in fact, that you would put money on it if someone asked.
At times thought it was the only reason why he hired you; your mandatory psychological evaluations showed someone extremely well-adjusted, or rather someone who knew what others wanted to hear. Your best guess was that he had seen straight through the bullshit on your file and smiled to himself… another misfit to add to his collection.
But that didn’t mean he was wrong about it. The team had the highest rate of solved cases in the country and was considered one of the most elite units in the FBI. “The best profilers, sometimes, are the unsubs themselves,” Rossi had said to you during your first month on the team. All you could do was nod in response and subtly look around at the people you were surrounded by.
If that statement was true, it sure as hell made a lot of sense why you were all so good at your jobs.
There were times when someone on the team’s demons grew a little stronger, or their ghosts got a little louder. You’d already seen it happen with Morgan and Prentiss. JJ did a bit better hiding hers, but sometimes she fiddled with her necklace a little too much. Reid would repeat the words “I’m fine” a few too many times. Garcia would smile with her mouth, but not her eyes. There were days when Hotch’s firm expression faltered. Even Rossi had his moments.
The first time you’d fallen, Morgan warned you it was coming; the initial adrenaline of working the job wearing off, causing exhaustion to take over. “It hits most people around month nine,” he’d said. It didn’t hit you until month sixteen.
You picked yourself back up and since then, you’d been okay- learned to take care of yourself, to breathe, to be still. But life didn’t always make time for stillness, and you could feel yourself falling into the hole again. The demons at the bottom of the pit got more and more demanding, multiplying without ever feeding them a meal.
Or maybe it was just your stomach grumbling. You hadn’t eaten since your lunch break and it was nearly ten at night. Besides yourself, the bullpen was empty. To your knowledge, everyone had gone home hours ago. You should have too, but the more paperwork you finished the more quiet your head would be; the less people would notice how hungry your demons were.
“(Y/L/N),” Hotch’s voice caught your attention. You didn’t know he was still here- his office light was off, the door closed for the night. Yet, he stood just inside the glass doors of the BAU, looking a bit too much like a film noir character in the dim lights.
“Hey Hotch,” you greeted him like this was a usual encounter.
“What are you still doing here?” he asked, walking softly towards your desk.
“I could ask you the same question,” you smirked, trying to evade further questioning.
“I had to be on call with the head of the LA field office,” he said as he moved to sit on the edge of your desk. “You should have gone home hours ago.”
You shrugged. “I wanted to get some paperwork done.” The casualness of your tone and the way you sat back in your chair would have been enough to fool anyone else into thinking you were okay. Too bad you worked with a bunch of profilers.
“You know,” Hotch started. “The call I just got off of in LA was because they were trying to start a unit there to lighten our caseload.”
“I- I didn’t know that.” You wondered if the team would ever take cases on the west coast again, or if life would slow down from here on out.
Hotch sighed. “They’ve been trying for the last three years, but they couldn’t keep a consistent unit. Too many agents were coming in and burning out. They’re terminating the project.”
You stayed silent, unsure of what to say.
“This job, it isn’t easy,” Hotch’s tone softened. “Every person on the team knows what it’s like to struggle. It’s nothing to be ashamed of, and all of us are here to help.”
You looked down at your fidgeting hands in an effort to avoid Hotch’s gaze, but you could still feel him watching you. When you finally worked up the courage to look at him, your eyes were glassy with tears.
“I’ve been having a hard time recently,” you admitted, voice shuttering in an effort to contain tears. “Just feeling things a little more than usual.”
Hotch looked from you to his closed up office and back. “Do you want to talk about it?”
You mimicked his action, glancing to the room. “How much time do you have?”
Hotch was about to reply when your stomach let out a long growl. You looked down, smiling sheepishly. Your boss chuckled a bit. “Maybe we should get you some food first?”
You sighed, knowing you had to put something in your body but not knowing if you'd be able to keep anything down with your anxiety. “I think I'll just have some tea.”
Hotch handed you the key to his office, a sign to go make yourself comfortable in the space while he prepared your drink. “It's always tea time.”
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prompt: happy birthday to the most underrated genshin boy!
warnings: reader wears a dress/makeup, but is gn. i might mention hair in here (no length specified) -- i don't remember tbh.
Sometimes, you wonder if you’re too mean to your boyfriend, Kaeya Alberich.
Others might say that the Cavalry Captain of the Knights of Favonius is sly, and sometimes even untrustworthy. They’ll tut about how he’s a bit of a charmer, silver tongued and ready to say whatever reaps him the most benefit in the end, even if it isn’t true. And, perhaps, at one point, you might have agreed with them. But now, you know that their words are misguided, fueled by false rumors and misinterpretations of the most wonderful man you’ve ever known. After all, the wicked person in your relationship with Kaeya is none other than yourself.
You don’t intend for it to be that way (okay, well, maybe that’s a lie, but it's too fun to pass up the opportunity to bully him), especially not on his birthday. But here you are, jumping on your boyfriend after loitering in his office and waiting for him to arrive.
“Oh?” Kaeya says slyly, a grin slowly forming on his face as you practically pounce at him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and peppering kisses all over his face. “You’re here early. To what do I owe the occasion?”
“Well,” you hum in between your assault of kisses, leaving shimmering marks of lip gloss across every inch of his face (you hope he likes the scent of cherry and vanilla, but he’s always been eager to kiss the lip gloss off you when you’ve worn it before). “It’s my boyfriend’s birthday, so I thought I’d stop by and see you before going to see him, y’know?”
When laughter escapes Kaeya’s lips, it’s usually in the form of flattering chuckles and amused scoffs. Yet, in recent times, only you’ve been privy to his true laughter. The melodic sound blesses your ears once more, playing your favorite tune for a brief moment as Kaeya bursts out into a fit of uncontrolled laughter at your joke.
“Ah, so I’m just your little side piece now? You wound me, darling,” Kaeya croons after you finally place a quick peck on his lips. His arms have long since enclosed themselves around your waist, holding you close to him. Kaeya’s fingers interweave themselves together, sitting at the small of your back, while his pinkies toy with the ends of a ribbon that cascade down your spine. Before Kaeya, touch from others made you bristle, warning anyone off with a stern look. Now, you find comfort in the cool touch of his hands, including all of his newfound habits of playing with your outfit and your hair (in fact, any part of you) that arise whenever you are within reach.
“Don’t give me that attitude,” you tease, unable to keep the smile out of your face and voice. “I see you wooing all of those little old ladies every day. I’ve been a side piece to everyone in Mondstadt’s grandmas for ages.”
"Ah," he says, lips curving upwards to display bright white teeth. "Looks like you caught me. There's no adrenaline rush quite like bingo night."
You giggle, utterly enamored with the way he plays along with your teasing. Years ago, both you and Kaeya would have scoffed at the idea of being so comfortable in the presence of another, but today, you can't help but lean into him, hands splaying across the vest partially hidden beneath his coat. The stiff fabric brings a familiar comfort. Despite his Vision, Kaeya's body still remains warm enough for you to find comfort (although he finds much more comfort in your own body warmth, frequently clinging to you like a leech most cold evenings and whining about how it isn't fair that you get to be warm when he isn't). You break your gaze from Kaeya's own for a brief moment, stealing a glance at his lips before returning to the familiar pairing of an eyepatch and indigo galaxies that you adore so much. Understanding your unspoken desire, Kaeya moves a hand from your waist to gently cup your jaw, pulling you in for a kiss.
Kaeya's lips mold themselves against yours in a familiar waltz of passion, guiding you through the steps of all the affection he cannot easily bring himself to say without your partnership. When he pulls away, he leaves you breathless, but his touch does not leave you as his thumb swipes affectionately across your cheek, cradling you gently. His arm around your waist tightens more, hesitant to let you go despite the rising of the sun outside that signals the beginning of his daily duties.
"Happy birthday, honeybun," you say, receiving a sweet giggle from Kaeya in return.
"'Honeybun'?" He echoes. "That's a new one."
"Mhm," you hum in agreement. "And it's just for you."
Kaeya kisses you once more, but the kiss is chaste this time. It's a brief flutter of all the affection he holds towards you, and you miss the feeling of his lips upon yours once he pulls away. This isn't the first birthday of Kaeya's that you've spent with him, nor will it be the last, but you're determined to make it one of his best. The surprise party you have planned later can wait, along with the bottle of expensive wine and the snow globe of Windrise that you'll gift him once the time comes. For now, you can enjoy this early morning moment with him. Kaeya might not ever say it out loud, but he doesn't care much for the material gifts when you've already given him the best present possible by staying by his side each and every day.
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got tagged by @wanderingblindly, thank you my beloved <3
what colour are your eyes?: a mixture of blue, green and grey that looks puddle-coloured most of the time.
tell me about your pets/your dream pet: after 15 wonderful years, our family dog paul (i named him that when i was five lol) unfortunately passed away in august 2023, i loved that dog more than most people. (there were some pictures of him here, but i got nervous that someone i know might see this so i removed them lmao). i'd love to get a dog or a cat at some point later in my life, but not now or any time soon.
share some interesting fact about yourself: i'm genuinely incredibly boring, so much so that i had to ask for help to find an answer here. the council decided on the fact that i know how to ride and own a motorcycle and am also a member in an mf in my hometown.
what was the first fandom you were a part of?: i guess the first time i was properly involved with fandom in any capacity was during my teen wolf days.
do you have any phobias?: i don't know if it's bad enough to be considered a phobia, but i'm terrified of heights. there have been several instances of me breaking down crying despite trying to keep it together while being in very high places (usually while having to climb dodgy stairs in very high buildings, among other things).
are you a picky eater? if so, what food can't you stand?: YES! and i hate it because it's so so limiting and annoying. i am incredibly sensitive regarding taste and texture and i have to physically force myself to hold back visceral reactions to foods i don't like. it'd probably be easier to list the foods i can eat tbh.
do you eat the burger and fries at the same time or one after another?: first some fries, then burger, fries, burger, fries, finish the burger, finish the fries. anything else is weird (what the fuck do you mean you eat them completely separately, liquid???)
winter or summer: winter all the way. i sweat easily, my body generally doesn't cope well with heat and i prefer bundling up and being a little cold over feeling too warm.
favourite fanfiction tropes: i LOVE a good au, any au really, but especially the cute ones. i'll read almost anything at least once and so there's just too many things i have read and enjoyed to list here. also, anything with an enemies to lovers situation. i am a sucker for that.
are you studying or working? what do you study/is your job?: both! i'm a full-time student (english major, history minor) and i am one of the student assistants in the english department's student office. i've also had other, less fun part-time jobs in the past.
what is the last country you visited: the netherlands and belgium during a day trip (by motorcycle) in june or july last year, i think.
what country would you want to move to after retiring?: i've haven't ever even considered living that long. i've always had a fascination with ireland and scotland, so based on looks and vibes alone i'd go there. or somewhere with solid winters, like a scandinavian country or finland.
who was your first crush?: hannes (played by nick romeo reimann) in the vorstadtkrokodile movies. i was ready for marriage, dreaming up a life together and everything. it also lasted until i was like 12 years old, so about six years in total. he really had me in a chokehold.
how did you get into f1 fandom?: after my interest was peaked by f1 edits that randomly popped up all over my social media one day (thank you algorithms), i did what i always do when something like that happens and opened tumblr to see what's up. and then i got stuck lol.
i have no clue who has or hasn't been tagged already, so feel free to ignore this!! @hrhgeorgerussell @bright-and-burning @borntogayz @lil-italian-disappointment @liamlawsonlesbian @piastrisms
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So I thought I’d give a little life-update as there’s a lot going on at the moment and I think it’s visible on my blog as well. Maybe the positives first:
I do really like my new work, I like that I have set hours (even if I do overtime here and there) and though it got incredible stressful the last few weeks, I think the four people that work in my office space are the coolest in the whole company and I love the support I am getting, it’s something I always wanted for my work-life tbh! My dog is also doing very fine, she’s really a total sweetheart and I wouldn’t know what to do without her, and at least I, myself, am doing pretty okay-ish physically, so nothing to complain there.
Now to the negatives.
Unfortunately, my mom’s cancer returned but is quite hard to pinpoint. She went back to an even more aggressive chemotherapy and we’re hoping for the best. Honestly, I don’t wish cancer on anyone, it’s such a tough battle and even just as the primary caretaker it’s been really hard to deal with for me, luckily I have grandparents and a brother who all deal with it and help and support, so that’s good! My mental health though is suffering. It’s biting my own butt now, but I cancelled therapy to focus on work at the beginning of this year and now my therapist is fully booked, so I will have to sit out this month probably. I am telling that because that’s the reason I am struggling with concentrating on one thing for a long time, which includes writing, which explains the fluctuation of posts you are seeing, since I try to get requests and drafts done on the weekend when there’s less stress. Sadly only works like 30% of the time...
Going forward I have decided to indefinitely pause commissions. I have noticed that they put too much pressure with the deadline and expectancy on me when I am already struggling and sometimes need a day to myself. I can’t say when they’ll come back, but thank you all so much for your interest and support, it’s always a pleasure to write your ideas and I never had a bad experience with commission ♥
Good news for Mermay: it’s still happening! ... buuuut I am shortening the story I came up with. I think I was too ambitious with the three routes I teased, so I am trying to figure out how to ensure that it won’t drag out as much as Atreo’s story last year. Unfortunately, the start will be delayed some more, but we were going to celebrate Mer-June anyway, so at this point it probably doesn’t make as much difference (’:
Because the question arose a few times already, I will not be playing Honkai Star Rail. It has a few reasons, but the main one is I don’t have the time. Sorry to everyone who asked about it, but it’s just not the right time for me at the moment! ): I’ll probably be miserable again later when everyone has moved on to it and I am stuck behind but I have to make cuts somewhere ;;
I actually have some commissions and requests that I haven’t released yet, so I will try to schedule some of these in the meantime while I work out how to go about stuff. If you’ve been around for a while you probably know I like routines that’s why it’s always important for me to build them and keep them up. Other than that, I’ll probably focus on Mermay and my own writing projects which will happen rather irregularly. No guarantees on posting, sadly ):
I do realize tho that it just isn’t always possible to keep up frequency of posts and interactions I had when I started this blog, as much as it saddens me. I have to prioritze my real life before my internet presence (and I really need to not feel guilty about taking breaks from everything ever so often ;;), so if you see me vanishing for a few days, it’s just that really.
Thank you everyone who stuck around and supports this blog ♥ There’s another big milestone coming up veeery soon and I am always in awe that so many people would stay to read my silly little stories!! If you have some time and don’t mind waiting for a response, I’m always happy to chat and answer questions, so please don’t hesitate to hit me up!
Thanks everyone ♥
#Admin#Also I found a new editing program that I want to try out soon-ish#if something changes about my writing... it could be my editing ^^'#But Grammarly also now has an AI thingy and bleh#Don't really want to keep supporting it since it's also not really made for non-professional writing stuff
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Step, Drag
A Doll finds something unusual, voting ensues! (tw for mild slur use, about 1300 words long)
Step. Draaaaag. Step. Draaaaag. Step. Draaaaaaaag.
<Z-Cptn> You know, this is just like that one campfire story. With the escaped inmate?
<DosEquis> not helping
<Hi5> Campfire story? Do tell, you’ve piqued my interest!
<DosEquis> guys can this wait
<Z-Cptn> Oh i can’t remember all the details, but it was something about an escaped serial killer on the loose in a summer camp, but he was still handcuffed to a cop, so he had to drag the body, and it was all like. Step. Draaaaag. Step, Draaaaag.
<Hi5> Fascinating!
<DosEquis> guys i think hes really hurt
<777> Zee you dumbass thats not how it goes!
<777> Its supposed to be a prisoner with one of those old-timey ball and chains on his leg
<Z-Cptn> What? Since when?
<777> Since fuckin always, who drags around a dead cop? You can break handcuffs like, so fuckin easily.
<Sixaphone> you can?
<Hi5> I don’t believe that’s correct, dear Sev. Handcuffs are made of quality materials, or else suspects would always be getting out of them, don’t you think?
<777> BULLSHIT
<777> Cuffs are fuckin weaksauce its just a chain link, plus you see people break them in movies all the time
<Z-Cptn> Movies are different from real life.
<777> Movies are basically real life!!! Movies are more real than real life, fuckin fight me
<Z-Cptn> [Called a vote: “Are movies the same as real life?”]
<Z-Cptn> [voted]
<777> [voted]
<Sixaphone> [voted]
<Hi5> [voted]
<777> …
<777> well?!?
<Z-Cptn> Hang on, it's tied.
<Z-Cptn> @<DosEquis> We need you to vote.
<DosEquis> are you fucking kidding me
<777> Dont be such a fuckin killjoy babe! It takes like, two seconds
<DosEquis> hes hurt bad i dont have time for this
<777> Dude hes like. Wayyyyyyy dead. Just leave him there and vote so i can show everyone what a fuckin idiot Zee is
<DosEquis> hes not dead
<DosEquis> i saw him move
<DosEquis> [voted]
[Vote concluded. Vote results: 40% “Obviously Not”, 60% “Yes(???)”. “Yes(???)” is the victor with five votes counted.]
<777> YES
<777> FUCK YES
<Z-Cptn> What???
<Hi5> Who would possibly vote “Yes”?
<777> SMART PEOPLE!!
<777> THATS FUCKIN WHO!!!1!
<DosEquis> i just clicked to get rid of the popup
<777> STILL COUNTS!!!!
<Z-Cptn> Wait, then that means that @<Sixaphone> voted for you too.
<Z-Cptn> @<Sixaphone>, you don’t actually think movies are real life, do you?
<Sixaphone> um
<Sixaphone> no
<Sixaphone> i just
<777> JEEZ Zee lay off her thats like, voter intimidation its hella illegal you could go to jail
<Sixaphone> wait what
<Z-Cptn> Its not “voter intimidation”, i just wanted to make sure she knows the difference between *fiction* and *reality*.
<Sixaphone> please dont send Miss Zero to jail
<Sixaphone> im sorry
<777> Youre fine Six, its an expression
<Z-Cptn> I’m not going to jail, don’t worry. Seven was just attempting to make a crude joke.
<Sixaphone> oh, ok
<Sixaphone> sorry
<TriAsIMight> Good morning everyooone!!!
<TriAsIMight> What’d I miss???
<Hi5> Oh, Salutations! We were having a discussion about movies and campfire stories! Would you like a recap?
<Sixaphone> good morning!
<TriAsIMight> WAIT
<TriAsIMight> IS THAT A DEAD BODY???
<777> yes!
<DosEquis> no.
<Z-Cptn> We’re not quite sure, actually.
<TriAsIMight> WHAT
<TriAsIMight> EXPLAIN?!?
<777> Twos been on a murder spree, its been like fuckin rambo first blood over here
<TriAsIMight> ???
<Z-Cptn> That is blatantly incorrect.
<Hi5> I thought that the entire point of the “Rambo: First Blood” film was that the titular character did *not* go on a murder spree.
<777> Never seen it tbh
<Z-Cptn> There’s not really that much to explain, really. Two was piloting, in salvage mode, digging through some of the old office blocks, when she found this guy collapsed in a pile of blood. Recovery protocol kicked in, and now she’s attempting to drag the guy to safety. Does that seem about right, @<DosEquis>?
<DosEquis> left out the part where hes heavy as fuck
<DosEquis> but yeah
<DosEquis> basically
<TriAsIMight> JEEEZ
<TriAsIMight> That is effed up!!!
<DosEquis> thank you holy shit finally
<TriAsIMight> That sounds so stressful like what the F!!!
<DosEquis> THANK you
<DosEquis> im over here trying to save this guys life while yall are calling votes over dumb shit
<TriAsIMight> I can’t believe you all!!! Discussing movies and even calling a vote while Two is out there risking her life to save a person she doesn’t even know!!! Shame on you all!!!
<777> Ugh, youre not our fuckin mom, fuck OFF with all that shit
<Hi5> I agree with Seven, the lecture is hardly necessary.
<Z-Cptn> Come on now.
<TriAsIMight> We have to do something!!!
<Z-Cptn> Why don’t we ask her if she needs help with anything first. @<DosEquis>?
<DosEquis> i dont know what yall could do right now im
<DosEquis> hang on
<DosEquis> uh oh
<TriAsIMight> uh oh???
<DosEquis> theres a ladder
<Hi5> Ah, so there is. That could prove troublesome with your heavy new friend, I’m afraid.
<DosEquis> yeah i just
<DosEquis> im not sure how to get him down safely
<777> Drop the fucker, i wanna see if he bounces
<DosEquis> what no
<DosEquis> maybe if i just
<DosEquis> no
<Z-Cptn> It doesn’t seem like that far of a drop, you could lower him down feet first and then drop him? You might break his ankles, but that seems like the least of his worries.
<DosEquis> guys
<Z-Cptn> [Called a vote: “Should she drop him?”]
<777> [voted]
<DosEquis> seriously
<Z-Cptn> [voted]
<TriAsIMight> [voted]
<Hi5> [voted]
<Sixaphone> [voted]
<Z-Cptn> @<DosEquis> Are you going to vote?
<DosEquis> yall are assholes
<DosEquis> [voted]
[Vote concluded. Vote results: 50% “Drop him”, 50% “Try another way”. The vote is a tie with six votes counted.]
<777> Well that was fuckin pointless
<DosEquis> can we stop with all the votes this is really annoying when im trying to work
<DosEquis> im gonna tie a rope to his waist i just gotta find a rope
<Z-Cptn> Voting is a useful tool for quick decision making!
<Hi5> Well said, hear hear!
<TriAsIMight> Don’t you all think the voting is distracting for her???
<777> lol yeah
<Z-Cptn> Distracting? It's one button push.
<DosEquis> ok i found some rope and ive got him tied
<DosEquis> gonna lower him down now
<Hi5> Ah, the moment of truth! Drumroll, everyone…
<TriAsIMight> Shut up, let her concentrate!!!
<777> Fuck off youre not the boss of me you dumb bimbo
<TriAsIMight> HEY???
<Z-Cptn> Play nice you two.
<777> Yeah, play nice you fucking piece o
<777> HOLY SHIT
<TriAsIMight> OH MY GOSH NO!!!
<Hi5> Oh dear.
<DosEquis> fuck
<DosEquis> the rope snapped
<Sixaphone> is he okay?
<777> HES TOTALLY FUCKIN DEAD BITCH
<Sixaphone> oh no
<Z-Cptn> We don’t know that, Two can you peek over the edge so we can see how hes doing?
<DosEquis> i dont want to
<777> Congrats on your first successful snuff film babe, this ones going on liveleak!
<Z-Cptn> Seven cut it out. Two, i need you to peek over the edge for me.
<DosEquis> no
<777> DO IT DO IT DO IT
<DosEquis> no i really dont want to
<TriAsIMight> We can’t help him if we can’t see him, you have to be brave!!!
<DosEquis> fucking fine
<777> YES YES YES YES
<Hi5> At least try to hide your murderboner, Seven.
<777> BITE ME
<777> Aw
<TriAsIMight> He looks like he might be okay!!! That bush looks like it cushioned his fall…
<DosEquis> thank fuck
<Sixaphone> he moved
<DosEquis> wait holy shit youre right
<DosEquis> hes moving
<TriAsIMight> Hes alive!!!
<DosEquis> i think he sees me
<Z-Cptn> Is he saying something? He’s moving his mouth.
<DosEquis> yeah hang on let me give yall audio
<DosEquis> [Input audio source “not dead guy”]
[‘not dead guy’] -OU FUCKING RETARDED MACHINE WHAT THE FUCK YOU BROKE MY FUCKING RIBS YOU [Incomprehensible] ILL FUCKING HAVE YOU SCRAPPED WHO THE [Incomprehensible] [Incomprehensible] ILL
<DosEquis> [Removed audio source “not dead guy”]
<DosEquis>...
<DosEquis>...
<DosEquis> [Called a vote: “Hey can i kill him?”]
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Get To Know The Mun
------The Basics!
Name: Owl (or Sam).
Pronouns: He/Him
Zodiac Sign: Libra (Scorpio cusp)
Single/Taken: Married
------Three Facts!
1- I grew up on horror movies and metal musik. Although my library is also full of different genres, metal music and synthwave (tho I'm fussy) are my favourites. 80's music is still some of the best music to this date imo. Watching slashers and thrillers are sort of comfort films to me, in a sense, which might seem odd to some people. But growing up in the 90's as a kid that liked these things, I was very outcasted. Writing Megatron and getting inside his head was a big outlet for me, and he's definitely a comfort character because of all the stuff he's endured. The post-war series I began writing started over 10 years ago. Back then, it was a personal journey for me just as much as it was for him. And now, over 10 years later, I'm rewriting the whole series (or... most of it lol), and looking back has been another wonderful journey, and also the reason I got back into the TF community!
2- I work in healthcare. I've worked in hospitals, clinics and Drs offices. I take legitimately any sample that can be produced by the human body from any part of the human body--yep... I mean any part (swabs, bloods, urines, faeces, histo, semen--ANYTHING), I also do heart checks and BP's, and covid, which let me tell you... working in healthcare during a pandemic is likely one of the hardest things I've ever done. I'm still burnt out and many of us are, so please give your healthcare workers some slack. <3 I've almost finished my studies for training and assessing, so I'm hoping to become a mentor or a teacher/trainer in my field :)
3- I was diagnosed late in life with Autism (severe Aspergers). Although I'd already diagnosed myself (lol, I'm obsessed with psychology and had also diagnosed my sister with BPD when I was like 16 which turned out to be legit), having that professional diagnosis meant a lot for me when it came to understanding myself and my behaviours, especially in my adolescence. It can mean at times that I am very overwhelmed and SLOW here (I'm also still studying, working, learning German and piano, plus I have other hobbies and blogs). Please don't take it personally if I don't always reply in IMs, especially due to time zones, but sometimes I'm just legitimately exhausted mentally and physically. My work is extremely demanding and busy and renders me fatigued. I also have other health stuff going on which renders me tired on a daily basis (:
------Experience!
Platforms Used: DeviantART, hotmail, MSN, RP forums, Skype, Tumblr. I've been around a long time lol.
Plotting / Winging It / Memes: All of the above tbh. I think that memes are a really good way to break the ice, but I definitely love plots as well, and getting to have long term RP partners <3 Srsly, if we're long term, I will likely gush with you about potential ships and stuff lol.
------Muse Preference!
Gender: I've Rped all, but I definitely feel more comfortable with male muses. I relate better with them.
Multi or Single: I've got both, and it entirely depends on how active the muse is. I definitely think single muses are easier to handle, but I've also got muses that had been neglected because signing in onto different profiles was a pain in the arse lol, and their activity was so low I felt like there was barely a point in having their whole blog to themselves, so I moved them all to a multi, and it's been a lot easier for me to manage. But then there's some muses that are just so loud that they gotta be on single ones lol.
Least Favourite Faceclaim(s): Most Game of Thrones actors are very over used, especially in some of the fandoms I'm in.
------Fluff / Angst / Smut!
Fluff: I adore fluff. But with Megatron, it's got to be a long standing relationship. He's not known for breaking down his walls and being comfortable exposing himself. It's going to take a lot of time and patience.
Angst: Look, I am a SUCKER for angst okay. Megatron is OOZING it anyway lol. But yes, angst!
Smut: I've been writing smut for over a decade, I'm very comfortable with it, and I love writing it. But I'm also PICKY with it, because the muses need to have chemistry, and if there's none, then it's not going to happen. Megatron is likely to sleep with MANY people, but there's also gotta be chemistry between the mods as well, because this is something that I do take pretty seriously when involving someone else. Just because I'm hella ace doesn't mean the muse is lol, and if there's chemistry, then heck yeah. I'm pretty open minded.
Tagged: @blackwldcw ( thank you dear! )
Tagging: If you're not done it yet, then YOU!
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Hi im sorry for this! I know that its a bit of the blue but would it be okay if you can check my pinned post? Literally anything helps at this point. I’d appreciate whatever support can possibly be given. Pls consider sharing if its fine ❤️
just in case anyone else is getting these messages, i was going to send money because i typically like to assume good intentions and i would rather pay the occasional scammer than withhold money that i can survive without from people who need it, but i do try to do my due dilligence since i don't want to spread misinformation or cause anyone who follows me to donate to a scam, and this became suspicious very quickly
at first i was inclined to believe it because:
like i said i try to assume people are telling the truth
having a url related to artemis is a very tumblr(tm) thing to have
this person has their twitter linked in their bio, which seemed like a bold move if they're a scammer
the phone number of the vet office is linked in the post
but i noticed a couple things that made me suspicious:
the tumblr was made this month
the content on the tumblr looks very much like someone just searched "artemis" on tumblr and reblogged a bunch of random posts
i searched on twitter using the "from:[username]" method just plugging in their twitter handle and searching words like "cat", "vet", "binx", etc., and there was no mention of anything related to this post (not sure if the twitter is just some rando that they're pretending is their twitter, or if it's actually the scammer. it might be someone they just based the tumblr off of tbh)
this one i'm not sure about, but when i put the paypal address into paypal, it says that they will receive my donation in the form of philippine pesos/pisos(?). i don't know much about like. how paypal works/how money works lmao, so idk if there's a scenario where maybe the paypal belongs to, say, a family member who has a bank account in the philippines but is in the US or something? but it gave me pause when taking into account the other potentially suspicious stuff given that the vet is supposedly in michigan
so anyway i ended up reverse image searching the vet bill since there's plenty of vet bills if you just image search "photo of vet bill" and it turns out this scammer has used the same story recently with a different paypal (linking to some random person's blog, so if this link breaks bc they changed their url/deleted the post sorry haha)
they use one of two paypal addresses:
[email protected]
[email protected]
if you search either of those paypal's on tumblr, you can see other people calling them out for scamming
#scamming#scammer#i feel bad bc i don't like being suspicious of donation posts#i typically donate regardless#but this is just too suspicious#feel free to reblog#idk how many people this person sends messages to but it seems like they've been at this for a while
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well I've had an interesting first week of the year back at work. I managed to get through to my usual doctor this week, which is a bit of a miracle, considering she's always back late jan/early feb each year. she's recommended 3 places for me to ring to follow up on a probable ADHD diagnosis. the best one is one in Sydney, in Bondi.
but to do all of their tests would mean I'd try to jam them into a week, if I could (probs not let's be real), or each time I do one I spend on a hotel room to stay up there, since I just wouldn't feel bothered to the 2 hour drive home after 8 hours of tests. but the Sydney one gives you a brain scan which would be super cool. but also if you managed to get bulk billed, it's $1,200. also they don't focus on meds, they focus on "brain based" and behaviour change stuff.
the other 2 places are local to my area, but you have to ring to find out their prices. but on the other hand, my doc said to leave all this stiff until after I have my colonoscopy that's booked for a couple weeks from now, on the 16th.
work is better since I'm not at a tired low point like I was at the end of last year. my boss is a bit happier that I'm turning up at the office at around 8:50 roughly and set up by 9. but yeah I hate having to cut my pre work bed relax after my bath each morning to 7:15 to get out the door by 8;20. but rn 8:20 is only working bc it's the school holidays so I'm not locked into the mronjng school run traffic and school zones right next to my house (basically). so it means I will have to bother to leave at 8:15 or whatever when school starts back up again on jan 31st.
but yeah. I still haven't handed in any of my unfinished (or unstarted) cadestship assessments; bc I forgot right before we left of chrissy/NY break to ask our outsourced IT guys to set up our VPN access app (it just gives you a code to type in) on my phone to access the work hard drive at home lmao. so I've meant to start this week, but I just haven't.
aside from work, the other interesting thing is that someone from the catholic school I went to for years 7-10 from 2008 til 2011, decided to invite me to a 10 year reunion that someone else from our year group from that school set up on Tuesday on fb for October this year. and I was just so surprised that someone bothered to remember me and invite me.... and I feel kinda touched tbh lol. bc i didn't even graduate with them properly, in a way, in 2013, bc I obvs graduated at the public school that I transferred to. it's so random that someone thought to invite me all these years later.
and I'm also stressing over the event a little. mostly on the level of what to wear to it, obvs lmao. but also, most of these people are successful working in good jobs. or they run their own successful local businesses/take over their parentd businesses.
while, on the other hand. I finish my cadetship in march, and I have no idea whether i'll be kept on where I am or whether I'll be somewhere else or jobless lmao. but anyway. it's going to be so weird seeing anyone from that school again, when half of them have kids and are married now or some have even divorced or split from their partners that they married in our early 20s (or at least that's what I've deduced from their name changes on fb back to their original last name I knew them by in school).
also im bitterly jealous of a few of them because they've bought their first house or have a second house and are using their first as an investment property. like bruh. am I the only one who still hasn't moved out of home yet??? and obvs there are obvs other people renting but still. am i the only one still at home??? I don't want questions about that tbh.
like is it even worth catching up with these people, when I still remember the derision I got from one of the girls from my group from that school, when I ran into her at uni back in 2016??? how she told me that everyone was actually SO GLAD that I'd left bc apparently they were all secretly harbouring embarrassment for my behaviour and my "attention seeking" or whatever the fuck she said to me???? but also part of me hopes that rich boy goes and is happy to see me and I'll get to congratulate him in person on his engagement or perhaps being married by the time this event happens (if it even does lmao). and that's my other thing. could just be an elaborate joke where they do this, and I turn up, but NO ONE is there???? like hello trust issues, aren't you looking very sexy this week.
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Episode 1.4 Aliens of London
so no one cares but I started watching breaking bad today. I have never seen it so this is my first exposure. it's really damn good so far.
ANYWAYS I remember really liking this episode! Let's go!
Nine just cheesing when Rose is walking off to see her mum.
Also the music starts off so sentimental to just distort and waver down when the 'missing' poster is in shot
And the PANIK in Nines face when he sees the poster.
Also love the face when he says "not 12 hours, it's 12 months. Sorry.' like whoopsie!
BAD WOLF MENTIONED (Like BIG TIME ITS THERE ON THE TARDIS)
Jackie is such a mom. That is a compliment. She's written so believably, like yeah, my mom would go off on me like that too. Holy shit.
And poor Nine. He's just standing there. Soooo awkward. He really just can't do domestics.
The utter offense Rose and Nine get when the officer asks if what's between them is a sexual thing. Not yet dude, they're still figuring things out.
"How old are you then? 40? 45?" Nines face like nope, not even
"STITCH THIS MATE" we stan Jackie Tyler in this house.
Rose's face during this whole thing...she's been here before. Absolutely.
Any scene with Rose and Jackie hits me hard because it reminds me of me and my mom. I'm an only child, just like Rose. I'm my moms baby. At one point, it was just me and her. And honestly I could see my mom acting just like Jackie does in this situation.
"I don't do families." Sure, Jan.
Remember when I said Nine and Rose can't stay mad at each other? Stays true in this interaction. Rose goes from saying "You're so useless..." to Nine to laughing at his jokes.
"Your face!" "It hurts!" "You're so gay!" Just, them. Being them. I love them.
Of course the spaceship hits Big Ben. This is Doctor Who after all.
FANTASTIC
"I'm so glad we got you." 🙄
Another scene that puts Nine waaaaay out of his element. Back at the Tyler's flat with all their friends. He just looks so uncomfortable.
and where's he's wrestling the remote away from the little boy pffft
HARRIET JONES THERE SHE IS
Yes the fart jokes are terrible but I'm also a child and I think they're great and the fact that they actually give a reason for why it happens is pretty great and makes it even funnier
tbh I'd take fart jokes over awkwardly written innuendo any day
"It's just a bit human in there for me." He doesn't even sound disgusted when he speaks, more unnerved? Stressed? Aww.
And the utter JOY he has over the human race actually evolving and changing is wonderful! the fact that he doesn't want to interfere because he wants it to happen naturally!
"TARDIS key." more like "We're moving in together. My home is now your home." Everytime it happens, it's wonderful.
Rose looks all giddy with the key in her hand. 🥹
ELLO E.T
"DOCTAAAAAAAH-!" *CRASH!*
"Damn, you've seen through my cunning plan." The fucking delivery of this line xD
NINE SHUSHING THE SCREWDRIVER. it's such a small scene but I freaking love it
Then walking in on the soliders and smiling at their pointed guns. sirrrrrr
BUT THEN FOLLOW HIM WHEN HE SOUNDS LIKE HE KNOWS WHAT HES TALKING ABOUT
The genuine hurt when they shoot the pig alien. God I love nine. 🥺
"I'm shaking my BOOTY." It's so cheesy and stupid I love it
Seriously, The Slitheen are great. Goofy mother fuckers but when it comes down to brass tacks they are ruthless and terrifying. Those are the best kind of DW baddies.
Honestly, Mickey is justified in how he feels. Accused over and over of killing your girlfriend.
"He's not my boyfriend, Mickey! He's better than that. He's much more important." Yeah I'm completely normal about this line.
"Ricky"
"Think you know your own name, how stupid are you?" NINE CHILL
He's honestly such a twit to Mickey but it's too funny I'm sorry
God you can just see the cracks in Mickey and Rose's relationship. And they weren't caused by the Doctor. They were always there. :(
"I had a wife, mistress and a young farmer." "God I was busy." Jesus Christ.
eeeeyyyy it's UNIT.
"Take me to your leader!"
And then the car ride banter. And him waving at the press!! Sir I just love you so much
"Lloyd George used to drink me under the table." See this is funny because the Doctor really doesn't drink. At all. Each time they've tasted alcohol it makes them gag.
AND HOW INSISTENT HE IS THAT ROSE STAYS WITH HIM GAAAAAH
Look at Rose being all capable without the Doctor around! Looking around for alien technology with Harriet! She's so amazing I love her
"Excuse me, you mind not farting while I'm saving the world?" Iconic.
Maybe I'm immune to bad CG because this isn't even that terrible?
ngl though these costumes are pretty damn sweet.
Conclusion:
Yeah this episode is still a banger. still a big fan of the Slitheen. not my favorite alien in DW (that would probably be the Ood. I miss the Ood...)
I'll be watching WW3 tomorrow probably. Night!
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it sure has been a year: cursor's kind of retrospective (or resume idk) on 2022
happy new years everybody,, or new years eve depending on where you live at the time of reading this
I'll go straight to the point 2022 has been one of the most mixed bag of a year I've had since i have the memory
The start of the year was kinda cool honestly,, the weather in my country was great and i was starting to get new interests,, of course also expecting you know what games near the end of it,, going back to normal class was weird and tiring but i got to make new friends and recconect with old ones i hadn't talked to since the start of the pandemic,, i got to see the coolest fucking movie at the start of april and i loved it,, i had also met kit and joined pocket home and i met good people in there shout out to everyone,, the start of the year seemed pretty good
and then things started going downhill
for starters right at my birthday i started feeling kinda weird,, specially my nose felt funny,, the next day at school i was barely on my feet,, with my entire respiratory system in shambles,, with an awful fatigue and trembling every single moment,, i wanted to go to the nurse's office but i persisted due to having to show a cosplay i worked hard on that same day
long story short the next day arrived and i got positive for covid,, i spent two weeks at home
it didn't help that i missed multiple tests due to quarantine and had to do 5 the same day,, my stress level was on the god damn clouds
in that next month i caught colds and stuff way more easily but hey,, it was june!!! pride month!!! Gay month!!!! also i had finally decided to get into artfight and was ready to make refs for my oc's
Also i had made my very own server and got to meet cool people!!! shout out to kino,, harp and jaz
and then right before winter break started and got time to work on them and the event itself my knee snapped off
yes it did hurt like hell,, i went to the hospital and luckily i didn't need surgery but it was still awful,, i got out of the thing at 3 am and i couldn't even move
I spent the first few days of july on bed,, when i finally was able to barely walk again i got to do a few art fight attacks but then my family from the capital arrived and i couldn't access my laptop for two weeks,, i was pretty bummed out i barely got to do attacks AND that i had to be almost every single day to the doctor in order to heal my leg
also i joined ballcord and then maincord as my cookie run interest started coming back to me
anyways september came along and of course it was independence day for chile,, cool date tbh,, and i decided one of the most drastic meassures i took on my irl image,, i cut my hair
"what's the great deal with that" thing is i've had my hair pretty long and i didn't like cutting it at all,, but as i grew i pretty much realized i was growing out of it and it also became more tiring after it getting tangled everywhere,, best desicion of my life tbh it felt great
I got the funni squid game 3 as well
well i also continued getting sick as a downside of things,, which was weird as fuck since years prior i only got sick at least once a year
my school situation became worse every day,, my grades started lowering and to top that. i started getting bullied. again
i had been on that school since 10 fucking years and they still fucking bullied me,, none of the teachers did shit about it
my mom got an interview at school where they took account of my anger issues and fucking guess what happened there
after years and years of asking i finally got therapy
proper therapy as i had a meeting with one of them before and he just said i was a spoiled child lmao
so news!! I'm pretty much part of the autistic spectrum,, with very minor traits according to my therapist but yeah pretty much that
she's a cool person,, she really helps me and i mean that in a genuine way
my family. well,, they're trying,, our relationship has gone two sides and sometimes made me feel kinda shitty tbh,, anyways back to topic
even if my teacher knew about the bullying it still got worse and worse from heavy verbal abuse to almost physical attacks
the school said they would talk to the bullies and me to get to an agreement and then. never talked to me again
it would all come to a close in early november,, after i snapped in front of the whole class about it
i had a massive panic attack
i had to ask my mom to come get me early and i had to talk to the teachers where it turns out. they talked to the bitches but never to me.
if i had known that then i could have told them so they would actually stop
and then they started twisting the blame onto me for staying quiet when they didn't fucking tell me shit to start
anyways,, my mom decided i wouldn't go to that school again,, i have been home ever since,, we are hoping another school accepts me in the meantime
As of social media well. i have gotten into a few projects i want to really get through,, i still need to do owed art and i apologize for making it so late. i really really do
my first comic project,, a game (RPG maker Is a bitch sometimes btw) and of course my askblogs and au's,, I'll try to get them fully moving in 2023,, i really want for everyone to see what i have to tell storywise
also i hope i stop getting sicker lmao
i guess this Is going nowhere tbh,, kind of a long resume of the shit that happened to me this year and an excuse for why i barely post decent art and ideas here nowdays (sorry),, but hey at least i met cool people
thanks for sticking around Is pretty much what i have to say
2022 has been kind of a bitch,, here's to hoping 2023 Is at least a little bit better
happy new years everyone,, happy to still be here
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Long dream
So in my dream I guess I'll start here I was with 3 friends and we were walking around and eventually they wanted to create like a tiktok music vid so I start copying the dance with them as we run around, eventually I get tired and say "hey I fucked up can we re do that take AND take a break man" of the 2/3 they were a bit pissed but one was like also extremely exhausted, for them I leave to go to a Tesco, (guess I'm in the UK??) And try to find lemonade to no avail so I try getting some pastries but idfk how to do their system bc apparently I can pay as I grab the pastries, so 2 british employees help me but they're honestly pissed I'm this dumb, I get it packed and a ginger ale and had back to a car apparently that took like 2-3 hrs so the original girls had already went home and I had argument with my mom about it, but I said idgaf it's too late idk how time went that fast. There was also a point in the dream where I'm with my sisters at the beach and point out how this creep is always here in the summer, and its yoshikage kira and hes like the white van with candy type of predator. Moving on I'm back at my HS and theres this dude whose been following, akward type, I try to be friendly and I head to my apartment??? In my hs (it's like the 5th floor, granted irl my hs is just 2f no dorms) the guy tries to kiss me but I push him away bc I dont seem him like that, and somehow the clutzy shmuck stare fades away from him and he gets mad, and breaks into my room to break shit, I run away but not fully, he thinks I've left but I go in to get evidence and my now destroyed pc, I get it and sees me leaving the hallway and starts chasing me, I really quickly try to run down the emergency staircase, that goes through the busy gymnasium, I run to the athletic director office for help but hes busy on the phone, so I run over to the IT the computer parts I have now look like fuckin croutons in soup, but theres some hard drives that I could pull out to hand to the IT guy, he tries to salvage the data, i try texting some friends if I could stay at their place bc tbh I need new locks, most are away, so i head back hopefully able to barricade myself safely, i go in i kick in the closet to make sure no ones their extra and then i hear the shuffle of papers under my bed and i grab and tackle this Japanese woman that was paid by the weird dude to collect info, I had to poorly type in google translate while holding her down bc she did not speak english, and eventually I called the cops, then the environment shifted and I was basement of a home where the father was trying to kill us (I was the daughter but there was also the wife and son), I hid in the bathroom, took some type of drugs that reduced the noise of my breathing but turned my eyes like wide open and p blood shot, he entered the bathroom checking around, somehow I was able to just stand so still or crouch that his eyes just glazed over me, and he was leaving the brother comes over with a fiery orange hot fireplace poker and stabs him and pushed him into a woodpile to hold him down, we all run up to the top of the stairs, and for some reason the wife and the son agree not to call the cops bc it would ruin their public opinion and their convinced they can get him back to his senses. The end
#this dream really had me run up to my door to check it was lock and peer through the crack like it was some fuckin horror game#i still cant tell if i did that irl or just in the dream#dreams
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2 and 13 for the infinity on high ask game!! —cephalophoricboyfriend
thank you for the ask :D!
2: ""The Take Over, the Breaks Over"" - How would your f/o describe you to a friend? What are some things they always include? Some things they seem to leave out? And vice versa if you want— how would you describe them to someone you know?
(answering for c.handler 👍) hmm ok this is a tough one…. he’d probably describe me as like if you took his level of like joke-making and dialled it down a bit or smth like that? probably say something like ‘hes like if the most annoying guy you’ve ever met was actually not that annoying and/or pretty nice’ but that last part and specifics n stuff would probably depend on the person and situation and all that! also depending on like the point in our relationship i think he’d be more or less complimentary and stuff if that makes sense
13: "You're Crashing, But You're No Wave" - Between you/your s/i and your f/o, who has more life experience?
my s/i hasnt got too much of a developed story rn but honestly id say me/my s/i just because i think i would have like . done more?? idk how to say it but id probably have moved around more and that kinda thing whereas c.handler hasnt really done much tbh he sort of just went from school to a pretty simple office job so yea my s/i probably has more life experience 👍
#this was very fun to think about >:) thank you again for the ask!#ask game#ive given up on tagging f/os sorry </3
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TLOU EP2
I'll be going scene-by-scene again, but not breaking them down this time, just giving my impressions.
I thought the opening scene flashing back to Jakarta was really interesting and well done. I liked it a lot, and if this is what the show was, I wouldn't at all be upset with it. Hopefully they have more of these flashbacks and I can cobble together a flashback supercut episode out of them. Call it The Last of Us: Outbreak, or something. They're really good so far.
I really don't like the next scene. I actually had to pause it to put my thoughts down before it was even over. It's an extreme mischaracterization of Joel and Tess. They're overly suspicious, even despite the positive CBI scan, the bitemark being healed should make them less suspicious of infection. Clearly Ellie didn't turn overnight, but regardless Joel seems to want to kill her every second of conversation, or at the least take her back to Boston and let her be killed eventually by FEDRA. Man, Disparu is gonna be really annoying about this scene, given that he (wrongly and annoyingly) assumed Joel went Dad Mode at the end of the premiere, it's gonna be really fucking annoying to watch that video, I might skip his TLOU breakdowns from now on. Tess is dancing around the obvious with her dialog, it makes her come across as really fucking stupid. She outright states "Joel and I are bad people" like she's trying to convince the audience rather than intimidate Ellie into giving up some kind of hidden information. The audience at this point wouldn't need convincing, we know they're bad (and stupid) people by their characterization in this show alone. How on earth did they survive 20 years after the outbreak? People this fundamentally idiotic should have died a long time ago.
I will say, for the benefit of this scene, I'm coming around to Bella Ramsey as Ellie. I knew she'd be alright, but I didn't expect her to be the only one properly characterized (for the most part). I like this Ellie, and I have very few complaints about her. I just don't understand why they made all the adults around her insufferable pieces of shit. Bella kinda nailed it, tbh.
I'm already dreading the Bill episode given Joel and Tess' characterization. I'll speak more about this later.
The ruined city effects are really good. The set pieces are fantastic and the CGI is imperceptible; you'll know in the back of your head that it's CGI but what you'll see on screen will look real enough. The allusion to Bloaters and Clickers in the dialog here was well done, it would be natural for Ellie to ask questions about stuff she's heard, never having been outside the QZ. And the duckies! (Sing us a song you're the) Piano frog! Wildlife! I like this. I like seeing natural wildlife in these environments. We didn't get much of it in the game; rats, bugs, wild dogs you couldn't go near, and the occasional distant bird, that was it until Colorado with the Monkeys and Utah with the Giraffes. Some natural wildlife makes it seem more real.
I liked the brief moment they pulled from the game, with the distant Infected scream.
I hate that they moved the Hotel from the Pittsburgh stage to before the Museum stage to replace the janky office building, and cutting most of the dialog and giving just one little snippet of Joel's to Tess. I really don't like that, honestly, she seems to supersede Joel at every turn. I am indeed speaking from bias, but it makes it seem like they're doing the thing backwards. In the game, between Tess' death and Ellie saving Joel from the Hunter, there's some earned bonding between Joel and Ellie. The tunnels, Bill's Town, surviving the Hunter ambush, lots of exploration. Then Joel telling Ellie off after she kills the Hunter, when she's clearly in the right and clearly a little shell shocked turns the thing cold, and you feel bad. You wanna side with Ellie, you want Joel to thank her. It makes it a better moment when Joel admits she did the right thing and that he was just dealing with his own internal shit in that moment. It makes the characters more complex human beings.
This, however, is just cheap thrill manipulation. "Hey! Remember the hotel from the game? Here's that scene with none of the charm or storytelling or excitement around it!" It just sucks. It really seems like they're rushing the story, and they wouldn't need to if they just stuck to the template the game gave them.
I do like the moment on the balcony overlooking all the infected down in the street. It's our first look at infected doing things. But I don't like the hivemind thing. I think it's stupid. After this part they just... get to the museum. It's unsatisfying. The office building stage, where you can hear the rumbling of the building slowly collapsing and feel that through the controller's haptic rumble, there's even a little gravity puzzle you have to fight or extremely silently evade infected just to be able to reach. Just skipping all of that to smash cut to the museum doesn't feel earned at all. When Ellie suggests the "short way" that was set up earlier, and Joel says "Museum" (Hey! Remember the MUSEUM?! From The Last of Us?!) he says it grimly like he knows he's signing Tess' fucking death warrant. Pedro! No meta-gaming! That's not fair to the other players!
I didn't notice until now that they got Tess an actual Colt Defender like the generic pistol is in the game. It's a nice touch, at least they got the pistols right, even if they fucked up the flashlights. I know it's ridiculous to harp on the flashlights, but angleheads you can clip onto your shirt or jacket, or backpack strap so you don't have to hold it in your hand, it makes infinitely more sense in this world. Joel pulling out a flashlight from his fucking backpack despite one being on the M4 he took off of the FEDRA guard he killed in the previous episode is not very cash money tbh. Just give him a fucking Fulton. Of course Ellie has an angle head. Of course she does. But not Joel. Obviously. Stupid.
The scene inside the museum was really good. Clickers are terrifying and I like that Joel and Tess are missing most of their shots because it makes me feel personally validated at my bad aim when I'm playing the game (Even if I did this part completely silently until the brawl in the American Revolution room). The tension was really good and I had to exit full screen cause I was genuinely anxious. I liked the moment pulled from the game with the view of the State House and Joel and Ellie's dialog. The things they get right they get right, and the things they get wrong they get really, really wrong. It ultimately makes it that much more disappointing for me, to be honest, because they could have absolutely nailed this show and instead decided not to. Consciously. So it confirms that it's not incompetence, it's maliciousness.
The scene at the State House itself was okay. Aside from a little reworking, it's pulled almost entirely from the game. Big shocker there, one of the best scenes is straight from the game in the proper place. I like that they didn't make Tess ankle bit from the last scene or anything, she pulls her collar aside to show the bite. It's refreshing to see stuff right out of the game. There were a couple weird moments, one where Joel says "Let's just go home" and Tess yells "That's not my fucking home!" it was kind of a wet fart, tbh. Cringe line, guys. After the "Joel this is fucking real" part from the game Tess adds "I need you to get her to Bill and Frank's" I don't like the addition of Frank to every mention of Bill. In the game, Frank was old, old news by the time Bill is introduced, it's plainly obvious that Joel and Tess never knew him because Joel even asks who the fucking corpse hanging from the ceiling is. Bill talks about him vaguely and bitterly and that's all Joel ever really knows until they find Frank's desiccated corpse. This is just indulgence tbh. It's obvious gaybaiting so they can fake an emotional moment where Frank gets bit or something. I hate it. And of course, the infected "kiss" is an extremely bizarre addition to their behavior. A man just full-on puts his mouth spaghetti into Tess' mouth while she's trying to light her zippo. I was wondering why she didn't just pick up one of the grenades she scattered across the floor when she started having trouble with her stupid zippo and I guess that moment is why.
The infected coming to swarm the State House is weird. I really hate the mycelium hivemind. But I get why they did it this way. They didn't want to show Joel fighting people too much. The showrunners or Druckmann or something have some hangup about human-on-human violence. Maybe it's the influence of the war in Eastern Europe on them or something. Changing out FEDRA for infected in this instance is a choice, even if it's a weird one.
I still miss spores. I guess they left the door open for spores with the allusion to Bloaters in an earlier scene, so we'll have to see if they ever do anything with that.
At the end of every episode they have these little featurettes I guess to try to explain the changes and justify them. I don't watch these. These are revisionist propaganda as far as I'm concerned.
6/10 if I'm being generous, 5/10 if I'm being realistic.
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The Romance of the Pear
Sorry I’ve been mia for the last couple of months! I’ve just finished high school so that has been taking up most of my focus, but in the meantime I’ve been working on this! I don’t really know what it is tbh, but I’ve enjoyed writing it and I hope that you’ll enjoy reading it!
A story about Spencer being in love with the reader, and the reader being in love with Spencer
tw: mentions of rape, murder, horrific actions towards women, swearing
Spencer Reid x fem!reader (13.2k) (the app might crash, so it can be an idea to read on a browser!)
The sky outside of the windows was painted a gloomy grey, raindrops falling and hitting the glass of the windows, making them the only noise in the otherwise quiet office.
Y/N was sitting at her desk, her hand fiddling idly with one of her pens as she read over one of the cases she was designated to counsel on. The knitted cardigan around her shoulder helped her to not feel the impending chill from the poor weather, and her feet had abandoned the heels and had found purchase under her body on her chair.
“Good morning sunshine,” a voice pulled her eyes away from the details of horrific killings of prostitutes in the case files.
“Morning Emily,” she smiled back, feeling her mood brighten just the slightest.
“Why are you in so early on a Monday?” Emily asked as she dropped her things down by her already cluttered desk, before she made her way over to take a seat on the edge of Y/N’s desk.
“Oh, I had to talk with Knightly down at sex crimes about this case,” she pointed down at the open case file, not protesting when Emily moved to lift it up to have a look. “And he’s going to Texas at nine, so I had to come in earlier.”
“He carves hearts into their chests?” Emily asked with disgust in her voice after she placed the file back down on the desk.
“Yeah,” Y/N dragged out the word, as she leaned forward to rest her face in her hands. “But not before he rapes and sexually mutilates them. Charming fella.”
“Sounds like a real prince charming,” Emily laughed before she moved to the kitchenette.
“Good morning Prentiss, Y/L/N,” a third voice entered the conversation as Hotch made his way through the glass double doors, rain droplets decking his coat, in a way that reminded Y/N of the way flower petals looked after a storm.
“Morning sir,” Y/N smiled at him and watched him close himself into his office for the day.
“Why hearts though,” Emily said as she came back to reclaim her spot on the edge of the desk.
“I really don’t know,” Y/N grumbled while she leaned back in her chair, “there’s the obvious correlation with love, but the way he treats them screams anything but love and affection. So, my guess is that it has something to do with the view of prostitutes and sex. You know, maybe he believes that sex is a sin, and the only right way to have sex is in marriage, and these prostitutes just throw out their love every time they’re with a new john. But I’m honestly as lost as you are.”
“That’s a good theory,” Emily bounced back, “many people do call it ‘making love’, so if the unsub thinks that the prostitutes are just selling their bodies without a care about love, he might do it to symbolize the love that they could never have.”
“Right,” Y/N was quick to scribble it down on the page as a possible motive for the signature, “thanks Em.”
“Did you know that the shape of the symbolic heart as we know it today originated in the bottom corner of a manuscript called ‘The Romance of Alexander’ dated around 1340?” a voice spoke behind them, as it moved across the room.
“Good morning Spencer,” both Y/N and Emily said, Y/N’s eyes still locked on the file she was scribbling in. “And no, I didn’t know that” Y/N said when she was done writing, letting her eyes meet his across the divider between their desks, as Emily scurried back to her own desk to avoid being a part of the incoming info dump.
“Yeah, and the first illustration of the amorous heart was in 1250 in a picture called ‘The Romance of the Pear’, where a pear, eggplant or pinecone, there is some debate, is an allegory for the heart,” he continued as he dropped his satchel by his desk and sat in his chair before turning on his monitor.
“A pear?” Y/N asked softly, letting her fingers start to mess with the pen again.
“Hm,” Spencer continued, his honey eyes meeting hers. “In western culture the pear is also a symbol of female erotic.”
“Ooh,” Derek’s voice interrupted the quiet moment, breaking the sweet gaze between the two profilers. “Female erotic, my field of expertise.”
“Jesus,” Y/N laughed and turned away from Spencer to face Derek as he draped his jacket over the back of his swirly chair. “Have you just dropped chivalry all together now, or what?”
“What?” Derek asked, as Emily joined in Y/N’s laughter, “I’m just being honest. What are you and pretty boy doing speaking about female erotic at 8:30 on a Monday morning anyway?”
“I was just telling Y/N the symbolism of pears,” Spencer said, not removing his eyes from the monitor, where he was checking his emails against his will.
A smile tugged on Y/N’s lips when she remembered him coming back from being called to Hotch’s office and telling her that he was being forced to get an email account by the bureau. Both Y/N and Penelope had helped him set it up, and he had countless times sheepishly asked Y/N to help him write out a reply.
“Ah yes,” Derek teased as he took a seat in his chair, “symbolism of pears. Just a regular conversation topic on this gloomy Monday morning.”
“I don’t even want to know how on earth you got around to that topic,” Rossi added when he came walking past the clutter of desks.
“It was just-“ Y/N started to explain the obscure conversation topic as Rossi moved up the short flight of stairs.
“No! Don’t wanna hear it,” Rossi called back as he closed his office door.
The four agents shared a look of amusement as they all started on their designated work for the day, the raindrops still trailing down the planes of glass of the windows.
After an hour of silence, only occasionally being interrupted by an agent coming or going or a phone call, Y/N felt herself becoming more and more disheartened by the case on her desk. After having worked at the BAU for approximately a year now, she would have thought that she would have gotten used to the evil the team faced on a daily basis. But something about this guy, ruthlessly raping and killing innocent women, hit her a bit different than she had anticipated.
Letting her feet down from her chair she put them back in her shoes before walking over to the kitchenette to make herself a cup of tea as a comforting hug.
As she stood idly twirling the spoon around in the hot water while waiting for the sugar to dissolve, she heard the signature sound of heels thumping against the floor.
“Good morning my dear angel,” Penelope greeted cheerfully as she came in with her pink octopus mug. Penelope had seemingly decided to take it upon herself to be the sun on the gloomy day; her bright yellow dress making Y/N smile and momentarily forget the case that was patiently waiting for her back at her desk.
“Good morning Pen,” Y/N said and leaned against one of the cupboards as she watched Penelope make her daily green tea. “How was your weekend?”
“Oh, it was lovely,” she exclaimed as she poured hot water into the mug, “I babysat Henry which is always a blast, and then I went shopping and I found the cutest earrings in this small shop. I have to take you at some point!” Penelope said, letting her words come out a mile a minute, only making Y/N’s heart grow lighter.
“I would love that Pen,” Y/N said as they started to make their way back to Y/N’s desk.
“Morning baby girl,” Derek said as he swirled his chair to look at the two girls coming back.
“Morning chocolate thunder,” Penelope said as she perched herself on the edge of his desk. “What did my wonderful Captain America replica do this weekend?”
As the two of them lost themselves in their daily flirtations Y/N made her way back to her desk, only to find the dreaded file missing from its place. She looked around confused, before seeing the familiar pictures over on Spencer’s desk, where he was writing at lightning speed.
“Spence?” Y/N asked softly, but before she could continue, he closed the file and handed it back over to her. He simply gave her a quick, tight-lipped smile before he turned back to his own mountain of paperwork.
Slowly, not taking her eyes from the genius across from her, she opened the file, and saw how he had completed the file for her. His chicken scratches took over where her handwriting had stopped. The time pressure he had been under was clear in the simple short sentences he had scrawled down at the bottom.
Before she could exclaim her gratitude, a bimble came from Penelope’s cell phone and she let out a sad sigh before getting up from her seat on Derek’s desk.
“Duty calls avengers,” she said as she moved to Hotch’s office, while the others started to go to the briefing room.
Before Y/N could get up, Spencer had already bounced up the flight of stairs and was quickly making his way to the briefing room.
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“We have an icky case on our hands this time, my dear crime fighters,” Penelope said as she stood by the screen, remote ready in her hand. “Last night, a civilian found a leg wrapped in garbage bags when she took out the trash in central Indianapolis. The leg belonged to Louise Obsen, a 28 year old accountant. The remaining parts of her body were found wrapped in a similar way, dumped in various dumpsters around the block.”
The silence stretched across the briefing room as everyone took in the gruesome details of the murder.
“The dismemberment could be a forensic countermeasure,” Spencer said as he glanced over the file, “it’s easier to hide parts of the body than a whole body.”
“Do we know how the unsub dismembered the bodies?” Emily asked as she flipped through the pictures.
“Yes,” Penelope said as she swallowed harshly as she pressed a button on the remote. “The coroner says the limbs were removed with a standard saw, nothing special. But all of this happened postmortem, the COD was a gunshot to the back of the head.”
“Execution style,” JJ mumbled, “is this the only victim?”
“No,” Hotch said, eyes focused on the case file, “two weeks ago the Indianapolis PD found a young woman, Emma Day, dismembered and discarded in the same way. She was 29”
Penelope clicked on her remote, but she kept her eyes looking straight ahead. Y/N noticed the clear look of discomfort in her eyes, and silently reached down under the conference table and gave her hand a gentle squeeze of comfort.
“They certainly look alike,” Derek chimed in as he looked at the two women on the screen. “Pretty girls with black hair in their late twenties; they’re probably surrogates for the unsubs' real target.”
“What did Emma do for a living Pen?” Y/N asked, her hand still wrapped around Penelope’s.
“She worked as a caretaker at a residential facility, by all accounts she was very well liked there. Both of them were, in fact.”
“Both low-risk victims,” Rossi pondered as he closed his file, “that means that he probably doesn’t appear as a threat.”
“Which makes him all the more dangerous,” Hotch said as he collected his files, “wheels up in 30.”
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The plane ride was mostly silent after the team had gone over the case once more.
Y/N was sitting by the window, book laying open in her lap, but her mind was flying with the fluffy clouds outside of the window.
One of her hands was fiddling with the pendant of her necklace as she observed the way the ground was moving underneath the jet.
“Metamorphoses,” a gentle voice pulled her out from her reveries, and her eyes drifted away from the window to see Spencer take the seat across from her, holding a cup of strawberry tea out to her.
“Excuse me?” she asked softly, still a tad too lost in her own head to be able to catch up with him.
“Your book,” he said, gesturing to the book in her lap. “You’re reading Metamorphoses.”
“Oh yeah,” she laughed, moving to shut the book and rest it on the table in between them. “I uh,” she started as she straightened up in her seat, “I took a class in classics at university, and I found my notes a few weeks back, and I remembered how much I loved Ovid’s writing and his stories, so I went and bought it this weekend.”
“Which one is your favourite?” Spencer asked softly, taking a sip from his own mug, undoubtedly filled to the brim with a concussion of coffee and sugar.
“Do you promise you’re not going to judge me?” Y/N asked, as she teasingly raised her eyebrows as she also took a sip of her mug.
“I promise,” Spencer laughed incredulously, “I would never judge anyone who voluntarily reads Ovid.”
“Okay fair enough,” she said and let both of her hands wrap around the mug to get some heat into her hands. “It’s probably ‘Apollo and Daphne’, very unoriginal, I know.”
“No, no uh-,” Spencer was quick to sit up straighter and lean on over the table while I cleared his throat, “that one’s really good. I love it too actually.”
“You do?” Y/N asked, unconsciously leaning in closer to Spencer.
“Yeah,” he said breathlessly, “I find that there’s something beautiful in loving someone who will never love you back.”
“Beautiful?”
“Yeah, you see, it’s kind of like the oldest story known to man. Unrequited love. And I don’t know, I guess I just know the feeling. To love something that’s so far out of my reach,” he explained softly, letting his eyes fall to the coffee in his mug.
“Spencer,” Y/N mumbled softly, letting her hand creep closer to where he was gripping his mug tightly. “Nothing will ever-“
But before she could finish her sentence Emily popped up and interrupted the two of them.
“We’re landing in ten, Y/N you’re with me, we’re going to go to the different dumpsites.”
“Yeah, okay,” Y/N said breathlessly, as she watched Spencer quickly regain his posture and leaned back in his seat as he fastened his seatbelt, pretending that he hadn’t just shared something that would now be permanently engraved into Y/N’s brain.
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“What were you and Reid talking about on the jet?”
The question pulled Y/N out of her thoughts as she was reading over the case fil once more before they arrived at the first dumpsite.
“Huh?”
Emily turned her head to quickly glance at the younger agent next to her, her sunglasses covering her mischievous eyes.
“On the jet,” she further went on, “you both looked like you were seconds away from imploding from feelings.”
“Oh,” Y/N laughed awkwardly, straightening up her back, trying to square up a bit unconsciously. “We were just talking about this book I’m reading. He just gave an interesting input on one of my favourite stories.”
“Really,” Emily teased, carefully driving into the parking space next to the alley.
“Yeah, just talking about books,” Y/N said as she jumped out of the SUV, shutting the heavy door behind her.
The gloomy weather had thankfully stayed behind in D.C., leaving the team to soak up the lovely spring sun that shined overhead in them in Indianapolis.
“What was that about unrequited love then?” Emily continued to press on as they walked over to the group of policemen standing by the dumpsters.
“It’s the theme of the story,” Y/N grumbled before swiftly putting on a smile as a young man headed towards them.
“You must be with the BAU,” the man started as he held out his hand for the two of them to shake.
“Yes, agents Prentiss and Y/L/N,” Emily said as she shook his hand, “Are you the lead detective on the case?”
“Yes, detective Michaels,” he said as he lifted the yellow police tape for the three of them to step under.
“Nice to meet you,” Y/N said softly smiling at him, while Emily softly laughed and shook her head to herself at the young agent when she saw Michaels already developing what the team had dubbed ‘Y/N eyes’.
One of the things that the team noticed when Y/N Y/L/N had joined the team was her extreme kindness. It challenged even Penelope’s something that they hadn’t thought was possible. When they all first had been introduced to each other Y/N had made sure to look at each individual team member like they were the sun, her attention focused solely on the profiler in question. On every case the team had worked Emily hadn’t once experienced Y/N kindly greet the detectives working on the case, and often gave them her sweet smile that made everyone melt in their spot – often resulting in them giving her ‘Y/N eyes’ the rest of the case.
Her kindness had especially seemed to do a trick on the resident genius of the BAU; a fact abundantly clear for all of the team members except for the two of them. While the remainder of the team never was rude or unkind to him, they never seemed to engage with him the same way she did. There was a willingness to hear him ramble on about the most obscure things, a gleam in both of their eyes when they would talk about their favourite books in hushed voices on the jet when they thought everyone else was asleep.
“How long had the leg been out here before it was found?” Emily asked, breaking the detective out of his gaze locked on Y/N.
“Uh,” he said as he started to fumble with the notepad as Emily and Y/N shared a quick smile as they survived the dumpsters littering the area. “The coroner says about 24 hours.”
“So he dumped it in the evening the previous day,” Y/N said as she glanced around the alley. “How many buildings have access to the alley?”
“Three, these two facing this street,” the detective said as he pointed to the street Emily and Y/N had come from, “and then the other one facing that one,” he said as he pointed down the alley to the street at the other end.
“There’s a good chance that he owns a van,” Y/N said as she moved her sunglasses to the top of her head as they got deeper into the alley where her vision wasn’t obscured by the sunlight. “He could back in, get out, take the limbs out from the back and discard them quickly before being on the move again. It would just look like a guy throwing out trash for anyone passing by at that hour.”
“You’re right,” Emily said as she walked back over to Michaels and Y/N. “He discards them like trash, no signs of remorse of any kind.”
“What does that mean?” Michaels asked as they walked out of the alley and on their way to the next dumpsite.
“That he hates women,” Emily and Y/N said in unison, as they continued their tread down the silent street.
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“It would be a good idea to have your officers make a door to door on the surrounding buildings of the two dumpsites,” Y/N said as she and detective Michaels walked into the precinct.
“Why?” He asked while holding the door open for her.
She shot him a small grateful smile as they made their way to the conference room the team had made their office for the coming time. “There’s a chance that some of the residents saw or heard something without knowing its importance, so just have them ask if they remember seeing or hearing anything on the evening of the 15th.”
“Will do agent,” he smiled back at her, and held the door to the conference room open for her as well.
As they walked into the room, they saw the entire team sitting around it, all with their heads deep buried in their case files, or in Spencer’s case, a map, and a plethora of coffee cups covering the table.
“What did you get from the dump sites?” JJ asked when she lifted her head to take a generous sip of her coffee.
At the sound of JJ speaking the entire team turned their heads to see who had joined them in their small room.
Y/N smiled and moved to take a seat in the chair between Rossi and Spencer. “We think he might own a van; the alleys are big enough for a van to back in there and block the view from the street. Emily stayed back to interview a woman that said she remembered a loud noise that evening.”
“That’s good,” Hotch said without lifting his eyes from the case file. “He might work as a carpenter, if he has a van and that his preferred method of dismemberment is with a saw.”
“But wouldn’t that still be a huge number?” Morgan asked as he sat back in his chair while twirling a pen between his fingers. “In a city like Indianapolis the number of carpenters must be quite significant.”
“You’re right,” Rossi mumbled before pulling his phone out, before pressing the familiar buttons.
“The oracle of Quantico at your service sir,” the chipper voice of Penelope blasted through the speakers of the phone, making everyone around the table break out a small smile.
“Garcia, how many carpenters are there in the hunting zone of the unsub?” Rossi asked.
“Uh, quite a bit sir,” Penelope said as she typed her fingers off on her end. “Do you have any other parameters so I can narrow this down?”
“Based on victimology he would be in his late twenties to early thirties, white and would own a dark van.”
“I will do my best sir,” she said as adieu, before she hung up.
The team went back to looking over the case files after Hotch directed Michaels to start door-to-door, silence taking over the room as they all looked over the clues hidden in the papers.
“Guys,” Emily said when she hurried into the room half an hour later, “I talked to a woman who said that she heard a noise the night the unsub dumped Louise’s leg, and she said she saw a dark van just like Y/N theorized, and she said there was a logo on it. So, I called Garcia and she tracked down the carpenter firm to be ‘Better Builders’.”
“Okay,” Hotch said, going up the board before looking over the collected evidence. “Reid, Y/L/N could you go talk to the owner of the firm? Go see if there are any employees that match the profile.”
“Yes sir,” they both said in unison as they started getting up from their chairs.
Spencer held the door open for Y/N when they walked out of the room, shy smiles exchanged between them as they moved through the precinct. The sun was still shining bright when the two of them exited the station, silence stretching thin between them, leaving them trapped in the space of their own minds.
“Have you gotten something from the geographic profile?” Y/N asked to break the silence between them as Spencer turned on the car and started to drive away from the station.
“Huh?” Spencer asked, seemingly too lost in his own head to having registered that he had been asked a question.
“The geographical profile?” she asked softly, letting her eyes trail over his profile.
“Right,” he exclaimed softly, “and no, not really. Just uh, that he probably lives or works in the area between the two dumpsites, but unfortunately-”
“We won’t be able to be more specific until we have another victim,” Y/N finished for him, letting out a sigh before turning her gaze out of the windshield.
“Yeah,” Spencer said softly, letting them drive in silence for a while.
Y/N sat with her head leaning against the headrest as she saw the city of Indianapolis pass them by, visions of mutilated women flying through her mind. She thought that after a year of working at the BAU she would have developed a thicker skin, just like the rest of the team. But she was still feeling nauseous every time she saw women being brutally mutilated and felt her heart break and tears press on when a child fell victim to the horrible desires of adults.
“Are you okay?” Spencer asked softly when he noticed how silent she had become on the drive.
“Yeah,” she mumbled back softly, mind still sifting through the awful images haunting her mind. “Just thinking about what kind of monster could do this to innocent women.”
“That’s the question that keeps us in business,” Spencer joked light-heartedly, trying to get rid of the tension inside of the SUV.
“You’re right,” she joked along, “as always.” She felt the corners of her lips twist upwards when he barked out a laugh. “And I guess,” she continued softly, “I’m just wondering when I will stop being so soft.”
“What do you mean?” he asked genuinely when they stopped at a red light, cars piling behind them.
“It’s just,” she tried to gather her thoughts to the best of her abilities, feeling the pressure of his gaze on the side of her face. “I’ve been with this team for almost a year, and I still feel sick on cases like this. I still sometimes cry in the bathroom,” she laughed, hoping to reduce the melancholy air in the car. “I wonder if I’ll ever develop thicker skin like the rest of you guys.”
Her words hung in the air for a moment too long for her liking, before Spencer cleared his throat.
“Y/N,” he started softly, gently starting to step on the gas again, “you don’t have to develop thicker skin. You don’t have to do anything. Your gentleness and kindness are great virtues, that makes you who you are. Your empathy and love for everyone around you makes you the wonderful person that you are, and I think that they make you such a good profiler,” he explained, never letting his eyes stray away from the road. “I think sometimes the rest of us become immune to the monstrosities that we see, but you, and Penelope,” he interjected quickly, making a burst out a small laugh while her eyes glazed over with tears, “reminds us what it’s like to be human. To just want to make the world beautiful for everyone else.”
She kept her eyes fixed on him as he spoke. His gentle eyes still fixated on the road before them, his hair curling delicately around his ears. His lips had formed a kind smile as he spoke, and his hands were gripping tightly on the steering wheel as he navigated through the foreign city.
“That’s very nice of you Spence,” she whispered softly, “thank you.”
“There’s no shame in being soft,” he continued while he drove around to find a parking spot. “It’s a gentle reminder that you’re human, that we’re all human. And I’m very happy that you are the way you are, and I wouldn’t want you to change yourself for anything.”
He parked the car and the two agents just sat in the car for a moment longer. Each one basking in the softness of the love filled moment, each pair cheeks flushed red and fingers tingling with amorous sparks.
“Can I hug you?” Y/N asked gently, breaking the delicate silence.
“Uh,” Spencer cleared his throat before nodding his head, “yeah, yeah you can.”
She slowly undid her seatbelt before cautiously moving over the centre console and let her arms wrap around his shoulders.
She felt his arms slowly but surely slither their way around her waist, before he let his head fall and rest in the crook of her neck. His hazel curls were tickling her soft cheek, emitting a small giggle from her from the joyous sensation. He started to giggle softly along with her, their laughs dancing together in the vast space of the SUV.
“Thank you for finishing my consultation,” she whispered into the fabric of his cardigan, letting the scratchiness bring her comfort. She felt him scrunch up the fabric of her cardigan, before he nodded against her shoulder.
“Of course,” he mumbled before starting to release her from his grip, “any time.”
“We should go out there,” she said when they had pulled away, dopey smiles painting both of their faces. “And find that monster.”
“Yeah,” he said and opened his side door, “let’s get him.”
-
“It turned out that there weren’t any carpenters working for ‘Better Builders’ that matched the preliminary profile, yet the owner of the firm could confirm that one of their vans had been stolen about two weeks prior to the first murder,” Spencer said as he and Y/N walked into the room where Hotch and Morgan was sitting.
“Did they report it?” asked Morgan with his hands resting on the back of his head as he leaned back in his chair.
“Yeah,” Y/N said, as she took a seat on one of the swirly chairs, “I asked Michaels if he could pull up the report to see if there are any leads.”
“Good,” Hotch said before the sound of his ringtone cut the conversation short, “what do you have Garcia.”
“Sir,” she started, the sound of her clicking on the keyboard clear through the mic, “I found something funky regarding the two victims. So at first I couldn’t find any connection between Louise and Emma, but then I did some sleuthing and I found out that in the days leading up to their deaths day had both gone on a date. Not so weird you probably say, I say it’s weird when the date is with the same person, and from the looks of it they both met him on a dating app.”
Silence took over the room as the four team members processed the information.
“Can you find out who the prince charming is, baby girl?” Derek asked as he leaned on closer to the phone.
“Oh, I’m already ten steps ahead of you sugar, and the prince charming is Sheldon Green, but here’s the kicker. It’s not Sheldon Green.”
The room was once again silent, the puzzle pieces laying spread all around them, refusing to be put together. The silence was broken when an officer came in and handed Spencer the case file on the stolen van.
“What do you mean Pen,” Y/N asked, confusion clear in her voice.
“I’ll tell you what I mean sweetums,” Penelope continued, the tapping stopping on her end of the call, “I did my thing and pulled up the profile from Louise’s phone and quickly matched the person on the profile to Mr. Green, but the actual Mr. Green has a very legit alibi for both times because the first time he was at his boyfriend’s parent’s house for family dinner and the second time he was at a work conference two towns over.”
“So someone has used Green’s identity to lure the victims onto a date?” Y/N asked, still confused.
“It would appear so. I have successfully hacked into the account, and I have tried to track down the phone the creep has used but have come up blank. He is using some weird firewall, incognito thing that I have trouble working my way around it but trust me I’m trying.”
“Okay,” Hotch mumbled, deep lost within his own head. “Can you see if he’s arranged any upcoming dates on the app?”
“I can’t see any based on the messages he has on this app, but sir he could be on a lot, there’s so many dating apps and websites out there, and I have no way of knowing if he uses Sheldon Green as an identity on those as well, or if he uses another one,” she said already back to tapping away. “And by the way, all the women he has matched with look very similar to both Louise and Emma, so he definitely has a type. They were just the unlucky ones,” she said with sadness seeping clearly through the speaker
“Keep taps on the Sheldon Green profile and let us know if he starts to talk to anyone on there.”
“Aye aye captain,” she said before hanging up, leaving the room in silence once more.
“Fucking creep,” Y/N mumbled before standing up and abruptly leaving the room, an uncomfortable chill running down her back. The precinct was buzzing with phone calls and voices trying to talk over each other. Y/N was quick to move in and out through the clutter of desks and officers milling around, before she finally got outside.
The sun had set, in its place the moon was shining bright over head of her, a few stars visible from the bright lights of the big city. There were cars zooming by; fathers desperate to make it home and kiss their babies goodnight, mothers tired from an evening of soccer matches, husbands buzzing with flowers in the front seat and wives crying searching for refuge at their friends’ houses.
All so blissfully unaware of the monsters hiding out in the night. A blessing she didn’t have anymore.
She let her back rest against the cinderblock wall behind her and let her eyes drift shut for just a moment, letting her pretend she wasn’t in the midst of hunting down a monster. Pretending that she was 19 again, somewhere, still like the rest. Still so wonderfully naïve.
“You okay?” a voice pulled her from her silent reveries, and she quickly opened her eyes to see JJ, Rossi and Emily before her, all three of them with concern in their eyes.
“Oh yeah,” she brushed their concern off with a swift, dismissive wave of her hand. “Just tired.”
“Well,” Rossi started, moving forward to get a good grip on one of her shoulders, “it’s been a long day, hopefully we can all head back to the hotel soon.”
“That would be great,” Emily said as she and Rossi opened the door to the station, leaving Y/N and JJ out in the open air.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” JJ asked, leaning against the wall as well, hands folded together in front of her.
Y/N let out a deep sigh before letting her eyes fall shut again. “Penelope discovered that he uses a guy’s identity to get them to go on dates with him via dating apps,” she started to explain. “And she has no way of knowing if he uses the same identity on other dating sites, so we basically don’t have any way of getting to him.”
“But we will,” JJ encouraged softly, her hand rubbing up and down Y/N’s shoulder softly, “just like we always do.”
“You’re right,” Y/N smiled gratefully, before quickly taking her phone out of her pocket and checking the time. “If you hurry, I bet you have enough time to call Henry and Will and read a bedtime story.”
They profilers shared a small laugh before JJ took her leave and moved inside, already pulling Will’s number up on her phone.
She let herself close her eyes for the third time, feeling how exhaustion was slowly making its home in all of her limbs.
“I brought you some tea,” a voice said gently, as if careful to not startle her too much.
She peeked one of her eyes open to see Spencer standing bashfully by her side, a paper cup filled with tea in one hand, and his worn, wool blazer in the other.
“They don’t have strawberry tea, so it’s just earl grey,” he said carefully as he carefully handed it over to her, making sure she didn’t spill any in the transfer.
“Thank you, Spence,” Y/N smiled sweetly, before giving the beverage a gentle blow before taking a sip.
“And uh,” he continued, looking down at his converse that seemed to try to bury themselves in the cement beneath them, “Emily said it was pretty chilly so I thought you might like a coat, and I know that you’ve said that yours isn’t very practical for chilly nights so I thought you might like mine, but it’s totally fine if you don’t, I just didn’t want you to be cold-“ he said, his mouth running 100 miles a minute, flustered cheeks blazing under the pale moonlight.
“Spencer,” she said, laying a careful hand on his forearm, “that’s very sweet of you. I would love to borrow your jacket if that’s okay with you.”
“Of course,” he was quick to exchange the jacket in his hand for the cup in hers so that she could put on the coat. He handed her back the cup silently, letting himself loose himself in the vision of her standing under a combination of streetlight and the gentle glow of the moon, all the while wearing his coat.
“Did you get anything from the police report?” she asked gently before moving to sit on the curb, he knees up to her chest and the cup resting on one of her kneecaps.
Spencer followed, looking apprehensively at the curb before joining her by her side, with his knees in the same position but his arms wrapped around his legs and his hands clapped together in front of his shins.
“There was a witness that had said that they saw a man lurking around the street for about an hour or so in the time frame of when the van was stolen,” he explained looking at her as she took sips of the tea while looking at the passing cars. “They gave a description, so we have turned that over to Garcia.”
“That’s good,” Y/N mumbled before taking another swig of her tea.
“Are you okay?” he asked gently, scooting an inch closer to her on the dirty curb.
“Yeah,” she sighed, her eyes meeting his gentle ones, “this case is just hitting a bit close to home, I guess. No idea why though.”
“We all get those,” he said, letting his eyes rise up to look at the mighty moon.
“Thank you for bringing me a cup of tea Spence,” she mumbled, scooting an inch closer to him on the dirty curb.
“It helps you calm down,” he mumbled, eyes now no longer on the moon but rather at the shrinking space between their bodies.
“It does?” she asked, breath caught in her throat.
“Yeah,” he said, eyes flickering up to her face, “every time you drink tea you become calmer, and generally when you hold a warm cup, no matter the beverage, you pulse slows down.”
“I didn’t know that,” she said, letting her eyes flicker over his face.
Spencer just shrugged with a small smile before letting his eyes fly down to briefly take a glimpse at her lips before they went back to her eyes.
“Is that why you always bring me tea?” she inquired, letting her own eyes fly down to his lips, where his tongue is gently poking out.
“Yeah,” he laughed gently, subconsciously leaning into the heat that was radiating off of her.
She leaned into him as well, their noses barely brushing, their soft breaths mixing together, “that’s incredibly thoughtful.”
He swallowed around the lump in his throat before he dared to speak, “it’s what you do for the people you care about.”
They both leaned in closer, their noses now brushing up against one another, lips only a breath away from touching, “it’s what you do for the people you lo-“
His words were caught short from the sound of the door to the station bursting open, resulting in them pulling away from the moment in time they had created together. The team came bustling out, all of them looking mere minutes away from collapsing on the pavement from exhaustion.
“Y/L/N, Reid we’re done for the night, we all need to get some rest,” Hotch said when he noticed the two young agents sitting together on the curb.
“Oh,” they both said, hurrying to stand up and brush away any dirt from their time on the ground.
“I need to go grab my satch-“ Spencer started to say, already moving towards the door, but Derek was quick to lift up the worn satchel that he was carrying in his hand.
“Nope,” he said, turning Reid around and directing him to one of the SUVs as Emily linked her arm through Y/N’s and led her to the other one holding a bit further down.
“Nice coat,” Emily mumbled into Y/N’s ear, laughing quietly when the young agent’s ears started to turn red.
“Shut up,” Y/N said, hiding her smile behind the paper cup of lukewarm tea, as she watched Spencer pile into the black after Derek, a small smile shared between them, only for them to know about.
-
Her boots were clicking against the floor of the station as she made the first stop of the day at the coffee station. A few officers and detectives were there at the early morning hour, and the team was already setting up in the conference room, bracing themselves for the day to come.
She poured four packs of sugar into a cup, quickly dozing it in the hot coffee stirring it as she started to walk through the room to get to the team.
The weight of a blazer was heavy on her arm and the heat from the coffee cup warmed her entire body in the early morning hour as she discreetly opened the door and moved to take a seat next to Spencer as Hotch was talking.
“We need to go over victimology again,” Hotch started, and the team started to list all of the facts of the two victims.
“Here,” Y/N whispered softly, sliding the paper cup over to Spencer.
He averted his eyes away from where Emily was talking about the unsub having had a relationship with a woman that bore a resemblance to the victims.
“Excuse me?” he asked, his eyes drifting over her still sleepy features.
She nodded down to the paper cup between them, steam flying up and dancing between them. “Don’t worry,” she smiled at him, still keeping her voice low, “I made sure to put loads of sugar in.”
He smiled softly down at the cup, before looking up at her again with his lips pressed tightly together in a smile. “Thanks.”
“You’re welcome,” she smiled back, finally letting the conversation between the rest of the team get her attention.
Unlike Y/N, Spencer’s attention was now nowhere near the conversation about who knows what. All he could focus on was the warmth radiating from the cup between his slender fingers and from the person sitting next to him.
He could still perfectly see her face and her sleepy morning smile as he stared down in the coffee. He could feel a smile pull at the corners of his lips as he went over the sweet interaction multiple times in his head.
An elbow to the ribs from his other side was what brought him out of his daydreams, and he lifted his head to see the entire team staring him down.
“What?” he asked, taking a sip of the steaming brew.
“Have you come further with the geo profile?” Hotch asked from where he stood by the bulletin board.
“No,” Spencer said, sitting up straighter in his chair, “I’m waiting for Garcia to look into the night where the van was stolen.”
Hotch made a sound of approval before he started to give out orders for the team. Y/N and Emily were to go join the officers in the door to door rounds along with the local officers, Morgan and Reid would go and take a look at the crime scenes and visit the morgue to see if they had missed anything and JJ, Rossi and Hotch would stay put and look through the details again.
Spencer caught the eyes of Derek over the table as they all started to move around, a teasing glint in the older agent’s eyes and a mischievous smile on his lips.
Spencer furrowed his brows in question, which only deepened when Derek nodded to the coffee in Spencer’s hand. Derek simply shook his head and laughed silently to himself as he shared a quick glance with Emily, who was sitting on the other side of Spencer. She also simply just laughed and waited for Y/N to finish the conversation she was in the midst of with JJ.
Derek was quick to walk around the table, grab Spencer around the shoulders and direct him out of the stuffy conference room and out of the station.
“Now,” Derek said as they had made it halfway through the precinct, “is there a reason why Y/N brought you, and only you, a cup of coffee?”
“Uh,” Spencer fumbled over his words as he stopped in the midst of a step at Derek’s words. “What do you mean?”
Derek simply laughed as he took a stance in front of Spencer, efficiently blocking Spencer’s only escape route. “Now don’t get me wrong, Y/N is a very sweet girl, but in the year that she’s been on the team, she has never brought a coffee for just me, if you know what I’m saying.”
“I don’t.”
“Of course not,” Derek just laughed again, and nodded his head to a thing over Spencer’s shoulder. When Spencer turned his head to look, he was met with the sight of Y/N that was still talking to JJ. “Did anything happen between the two of you last night?” Derek tried to reiterate his question when Spencer turned his eyes back to his friends after a moment off blatantly staring at Y/N.
“No,” Spencer said, brows deeply furrowed.
“Are you sure?” Derek continued, “there was nothing going on between the two of you when we went home last night? When you were sitting on the curb?”
“Oh, that,” Spencer said, a red flush covering his cheeks and ears at the fact that the rest of the team had witnessed the intimate moment that he had thought had been strictly between the two of them.
“Yeah,” Derek laughed and clapped his hand down on Spencer’s shoulder as he started to guide the younger agent out of the doors.
“She was just feeling a bit out of it, so I brought her some tea,” Spencer started, his mind running faster than his mouth could compete with, “she calms down significantly when she drinks tea, or just generally has a warm beverage in her hands. Actually a study has shown-“ Spencer started to ramble on as they got out of the precinct, the early morning sun shining down on them.
But before he could distract Derek any further, a voice called out behind them, cutting Spencer short.
“Spence!” she called as she hurried out of the double doors, with Emily tailing behind her with a smirk on her face.
“Yeah?” Spencer said and both he and Derek turned towards the other two agents.
“I uhm,” she started, slightly fumbling over her words, anxiously glancing from Reid to Morgan, who was also standing with a big smirk on his face. “I forgot to give this back to you yesterday.”
She reached her arm out between them, offering him the battered blazer. Spencer looked down at it for a minute before slowly taking it into his hand that wasn’t holding the coffee, images of her wearing it the prior evening flying through his mind.
“Right,” Spencer said, nodding his head.
“And I just wanted to,” she trailed off, quickly looking at Derek before looking back at Spencer.
Derek seemed to get the hint, because he silently made his adieu and joined Emily, who was standing and waiting by the parked SUVs.
“I wanted to thank you for yesterday,” she said, her voice light and feathery in the spring morning. “You were very sweet, and it made me feel a lot better.”
“Oh, it was no problem,” Spencer said, the blush returning to his face.
“Still,” she continues, taking a miniscule step towards him, “it meant a lot to me.”
“You’re my friend,” Spencer said softly, letting his eyes glide over her face, letting himself bask in the way the sun made her eyes gleam. “I just want you to be happy.”
“I am,” she was quick to reply, sparing a quick look over to the two older agents that were watching them like hawks.
“I’m glad,” Spencer smiled down at her, tightening his grip on the blazer in his hands.
The spring wind was ruffling his hair around, making locks fall into his eyes. Before he could let a hand run through his curls, an unfamiliar hand beat him to it.
Her hand ran gently through his hair, making the curls fall back into the righteous place. She let the hand glide down to the side of his face, holding gently onto his soft cheek. Before he could fully grasp what was happening, she was throwing her arms around his shoulders, giving him a tight squeeze. She pressed a quick kiss to the cheek she had previously been caressing, before she pulled away from his body, his arms still hanging rigidly by his sides.
“Thank you,” she whispered again, before hurrying over to Emily.
Spencer watched her walk away, eyes following her retreating form as she dragged Emily into one of the SUVs, flipping Derek the bird when he called out a comment after her that Spencer didn’t hear because of the ringing in his ears.
“Pretty boy,” Derek called out, a know-it-all look painted all over his face, as he watched the young agent standing baffled in the middle of the sidewalk. “Are you sure nothing happened?”
Spencer could still feel the ghost of her arms around his neck, could still feel the pressure of her body against his and the softness of her lips against his cheek. His ears, that were a colour of red that challenged roses, were ringing, and his eyes were firmly locked in the place she had previously been.
“Reid!” Derek called out again, a loud laugh on the verge of spilling from his lips.
“Huh?” Spencer was finally pulled out from his reveries, making him acutely aware of the fact that Derek and Emily, and potentially many others, had witnessed the small moment between the two of them.
“Nothing happened between the two of you huh?”
“Shut up,” Spencer mumbled as he quickly walked over to the car, hopelessly hoping for a silent car ride, his mind already drifting back to just a moment before.
-
The room was cold.
She could feel her colleagues’ eyes on her from behind the one-way mirror behind her as she leaned back in her chair.
Her heels were clicking on the floor as she tapped her foot as she kept a firm gaze on the man in front of her.
Emily was sitting beside her, flipping through a folder as she was repeating the rights to the person in front of the two of them.
“Do you understand?” she finished, and her eyes joined Y/N’s and looked at the man on the other side of the table.
The silence stretched across the room, the only sound being Y/N’s heels and Emily’s ruffling through the file.
“Do you understand your rights?” Y/N repeated, brows furrowing as she stared down the man.
He continued to stay silent, his gaze locked on where his hands were cuffed to the table. His dirty-blonde hair was a mess and the glasses on his face were slightly broken from the run-in he had had with Morgan.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” Emily sighed and let the folder drop down onto the table surface.
“So, Elliott, do you know Louise Obsen?” Y/N asked, her hands folding together in her lap.
He continued to stay silent, eyes never drifting away from their safe spot as the two agents continued to stare him down.
His baby blue button-down was wrinkled and the more Y/N continued to observe him the more she thought about how un-special he was. Nothing about him was noteworthy and she wouldn’t give him a second glance if he were to pass her in the street.
A murderer hiding in plain sight.
“What about Emma Day?” Emily took over and leaned across the table to get closer to him. She slid two pictures across the table to him; the faces of the two young, beautiful women staring back at him from where he cowered within himself.
“Nothing?” Y/N asked and stood up to get rid of the restlessness that was starting to sink into her bones and started to walk around the room slowly.
“Never heard of them before,” he finally grumbled but his eyes remained downcast.
Emily and Y/N’s eyes met from across the room, both pairs of eyebrows lifting in disbelief.
“Oh really?” Emily prodded.
“Yeah,” he said slowly, and Y/N moved to stand behind him and glanced over his shoulder at the two pictures.
“That’s a shame huh,” Y/N said with her arms crossed across her chest, “they’re two very beautiful women.”
“Oh yeah,” Emily agreed as she leaned back in her chair.
“Actually,” Y/N said as if the thought had just hit her, “they kind of look like you Em.”
“Yeah,” Emily laughed a bit, “they kind of do.”
They waited for Elliott to react. From where Y/N was standing she could see the tenseness in his shoulders. His leg was bouncing up and down with a rapid pace and she was sure she could see a small bead of sweat trail down his temple.
Y/N glanced up at the one-way mirror that was behind Emily and could almost feel Spencer’s eyes catching her from the other side.
“But it doesn’t really surprise me,” Y/N continued and moved from her place behind him to lean up against the chair that she had previously been sitting on, “that you don’t know them I mean.”
“What do you mean?” he asked slowly, taking the bait just like she had hoped.
“Oh, you know,” she sighed, lifting her head up to glance at the ceiling quickly before letting them fall back to the man in front of her. “Why would two young, beautiful women know you? You’re just an engineer at a random tech company.”
“You’re right Y/N,” Emily continued and looked up at her colleague.
“Like, would you pay him any mind Emily? If he came up to you in a bar or something?”
“No,” Emily laughed loudly and glanced at the man that was slowly starting to simmer in his own anger.
“Not even entertain him for the fun of it?” Y/N continued, knowingly rubbing salt in the newly created wound.
“I have standards Y/N,” she played along, her eyes also locked on the man.
“That’s a shame,” Y/N said as she moved to sit down again, “I think you’re his type.”
From across the table the two agents could see the way he was gritting his teeth together and how his hands were wringing together in anger.
“I bet you would love nothing more than to take agent Prentiss home,” she continued slowly leaning across the table to get into his personal space. “Lure her with the promise of a good time.”
“And, when I would turn him down,” Emily started to participate and mirrored Y/N’s pose, “he would spend the rest of the night watching from afar.”
Elliott finally lifted his gaze and was met with two agents fake smiling at him from the other side of the table.
“He would wait until you were alone,” Y/N continued, making sure to maintain the eye contact that she’d finally established.
“But he wouldn’t have the guts to confront me,” Emily drawled on, fiddling with the many papers in the file.
“So he would attack you from behind,” Y/N took over, “like a coward”
“And he would put me in a car,” Emily said as she pulled out a photo of the ‘Better Builders’ van, “one that wouldn’t be able to be connected to him, because despite being a coward, he isn’t stupid.”
“Then he would take you somewhere isolated,” the other agent mumbled, letting her hands run through her hair. “Like a cabin or something.”
“Something like this?” Emily asked and pulled out another photo, this one of an isolated cabin they had been able to connect with Elliott.
“Yeah, exactly,” Y/N laughed and pushed the picture towards him. “Do you recognize this place, Elliott?”
“No,” he grumbled, eyes refusing to look at the pictures in front of him.
“Are you sure?” Emily asked, “because that cabin belonged to your father, and from what we have been able to find, said cabin now belongs to you.”
He just shook his head as Emily talked, eyes burning holes in the table beneath his hands.
“So he would take you somewhere isolated,” Y/N tried to get the conversation back on the prior path, “somewhere no one would hear you scream.”
“And then he would play around, terrorising me for God knows how long,” any kind of playfulness or teasing had left Emily’s voice and a sadness and anger had taken their place.
“And then, to finish it off,” Y/N said, her voice low and sad, “he would shoot you in the back of the head.”
“But he knows a body is too difficult to get rid of and even though the cabin is isolated the body would be found if he were to just dump it,” Emily continued, hard eyes looking at the suspect.
“So he would have to cut you up,” Y/N mumbled, “and discard the limbs and only hope that they won’t be found.”
Silence stretched across the room again. The two agents staring down the man before them. The man, who was shaking and whose face had become beat red.
“See Elliott,” Emily said, starting to collect the pictures that were laid out on the table before them, “that’s what we think you did to Louise Obsen and Emma Day.”
“And when we get a search warrant for your cabin, which is in the process, we will find something in there that confirms that you did this.” Y/N said moving to lean back in her chair. “A hair, a piece of a nail or a little drop of blood that confirms that you killed two innocent women.”
“And when that happens,” Emily continued, “you will get locked away for a long time. And trust me,” she paused and leaned in closer to him, “you won’t survive long in a federal prison.”
“But,” Y/N drawled out, “if you cooperate we could do something for you.”
He continued to stay quiet, eyes still not looking at them.
“Well,” Emily sighed and moved to stand up, Y/N following suit, “suit yourself.”
The two agents moved to walk out of the interrogation room, before a voice stopped them.
“I’ll tell you,” he said slowly, causing them to turn around and look back at him staring at the two of them. “But only you,” he stared at Emily with intent.
Y/N glanced at her co-worker and was met with a confident nod as she moved to take a seat once again.
Y/N looked back at the pair one final time before leaving the room to watch from behind the glass.
Once she stepped out into the hallway she was met with Rossi and Spencer shifting their gazes from the interrogation room to her as she closed the door behind her.
“Good work kiddo,” Rossi said, walking away from the glass and clapping her gently on the shoulder before moving past her, probably to find Hotch and inform him of Elliot being willing to cooperate.
“Thank you, sir,” Y/N mumbled as she watched him walk back into the hectic precinct.
“You did really well,” Spencer said as she moved to stand beside him and watch Elliott talk with Emily.
“Thanks Spence,” Y/N said, looking up at him as he looked down at her at the same time.
They stood there for a while, just listening to the confession that was pouring out of Elliott. From where she stood beside him Y/N could feel the heat radiating from Spencer. His shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows and his dark purple tie matched the light purple shirt perfectly.
Y/N shifted her eyes back to the interrogation but could still feel his eyes on the side of her face. As they stood side by side Y/N could feel a soft motion of a finger slowly moving across the back of her hand.
As she glanced down, she saw Spencer’s pinkie moving slowly across the plain of the back of her hand; she could feel the heat slowly spread across her face.
She slowly manoeuvred her hand around so she could rub her finger against his as well, before a loud voice forced their hands apart.
“Y/L/N,” Derek called from behind them, walking across the precinct and the two other agents turned around to see him approach them. “Rossi said that you got him to cooperate.”
“Yeah,” Y/N coughed as she cleared her throat and moved to fold her arms across her chest to try to delete the prior moment from Derek’s mind.
“How’d you do it?” he said as he moved closer to the pair and stood between Y/N and Spencer as he spied into the room with a knowing grin on his face.
“We just tried to get under his skin,” Y/N explained as she looked back into the interrogation room again and saw Emily scribbling down notes as Elliott spoke. “Showed him how much of a coward he is.”
Derek laughed and laid an arm around her shoulders and gave her arm an affectionate clap.
“Well, at least this one went pretty smoothly.”
Both Spencer and Y/N hummed their agreement, two pairs of cheeks burning from an erased moment in time.
-
“Garcia said that you were hungry,” Spencer said, making Y/N’s attention divert from the case file in front of her to the genius standing with a paper towel in his hand, “so I thought you would like this.”
He gently placed the paper towel on her desk, making sure that it didn’t land on one of the many files that were scattered on the desk. The paper unfolded and inside was a pear, cut up in four pieces, just waiting to be eaten.
All the while she gathered the pieces of fruit and tugged the paper towel closer to her, Spencer was standing, more like hovering over her, a nervous smile tugging at his lips. His hands were tangled together in front of his body, eyes following her every move as she started to munch on the cut-up fruit.
“Thank you, Spence,” she said, half a piece of pear already in her mouth, “this is just what I needed.”
“You’re very welcome,” he said with a big smile on his face, before he gathered a case file from his desk and bounced up the stairs to Hotch’s office.
“He’s never brought me a pear,” a voice pulled Y/N’s attention away from the now closed door, a smile ever so present on her lips as she slowly chewed on the piece of fruit.
“What?” Y/N asked, confused, turning to see Derek and Emily sitting with shit eating grins on their faces.
“Pretty boy,” Derek elaborated gesturing to Hotch’s office, “in the many years I’ve known him, he has never brought me a sliced-up pear.”
“Me neither,” Emily said as she twirled around in her chair.
“Well,” Y/N started to say, very much confused at where the direction of this conversation was going, “maybe he doesn’t know that you guys like pears.”
“I don’t think that’s why,” Derek laughed, throwing the pen he had been playing with in his hand down on his desk.
“What do you mean?” Y/N asked unconsciously, reaching for another piece hidden in the paper towel.
“What are we discussing?” Penelope broke into the conversation, a happy smile on her pink painted lips.
“Nothing,” Y/N was quick to say as she turned her chair back to face her desk, in hopes of ending the conversation before it even began.
“Pretty Ricky had heard from you that dear Y/N was hungry, so he cut up a pear for her,” Derek said, and even with her back to them she could practically hear the smiles on all of their faces.
“I haven’t talked to Reid all day,” Penelope said, happiness practically radiating off of her by the news.
“You haven’t?” At this revelation Y/N was quick to turn her chair around, confusion clear on her face.
“No,” she dragged out the word, letting a giggle slip out at the end.
“Then why would he say that?” Y/N asked as she chewed on another piece, her brows furrowed in confusion.
“Because,” Emily dragged out as she got up and moved to sit on Y/N’s desk, “he needs a middleman.”
“A middleman?” Y/N asked, even more confused.
“Someone to make it seem like he wasn’t noticing that you were hungry based on your behaviour,” Derek explained, sliding his chair closer to Y/N’s desk.
“He’s a profiler,” Y/N mumbled to the rest, “if my behaviour was showing that I was hungry, why would he be embarrassed to just give me something to eat. We’re friends.”
“Actually,” Penelope piped up, finally seeing it as her time to make an input into the conversation, “giving snacks to someone is something many consider a love language.”
Y/N choked on the last piece of pear in her throat and turned around to cough down into the paper towel that was still laying on her desk. Emily laughed as she clapped her between the shoulder blades.
“Guys!” she exclaimed once she had gotten everything under control again, “he just gave me a pear. Nothing more, nothing less.”
Emily sighed as she shrugged her shoulders up to her ears as she looked down at the younger, oblivious agent. “I remember a guy saying that once the pear was an allegory for the heart.”
Silence took its place between the four agents. Three of them with giant smiles on their faces as the fourth was simply staring out in space, trying to solve a puzzle that she didn’t even know existed. Her ears were ringing from the realisation, cheeks heating under the scrutiny from the three others as her mind slowly started to fill to the brim of all of her shared moments with Spencer.
“You think he likes me?” she asked quietly, only daring to let her eyes fall on Penelope, whose face was almost splitting in half from the giant smile on her face.
“Oh, I think ‘like’,” Penelope said as she brought her hands up and made citation quotes around the word, “is an understatement.”
“He said,” Y/N started, keeping her eyes locked with Penelope’s as she started to fiddle with her hands that were resting in her lap, “He said that he knows what it’s like to love something that’s out of reach.”
The group fell silent as they took in the revelation, the three of them waiting for Y/N to continue. “Do you think he was talking about me?”
“Duh!” Penelope practically yelled, which gained the attention of the agents dutifully working around the quartet. “That boy has been in love with you since you first joined the team. And I may not be a profiler,” she continued making her way over to stand next to the chair Y/N was sitting on, “but I think that his feelings are reciprocated.”
Before Y/N had the chance to say anything, the sound of a door slamming shut brought them all out of the small moment they had created between themselves. As she looked up to the landing, she saw Spencer walking down the stairs again.
“What’s going on?” he asked curiously, letting his eyes flicker from Derek’s smirk, to Penelope’s sparkling eyes, to Emily’s suppressed grin and finally to Y/N’s wide eyes.
“Oh nothing,” Penelope was quick to say, “just talking about the upcoming weekend.”
“Oh,” Spencer said as he took a seat in his chair, and let the folder he had with him drop to the desk, “do you have any special plans Garcia?”
“Uh,” she sputtered, clearly not ready to talk herself out of her lie, “yes, I’m going to go antique shopping with Emily.”
“We are?” Emily was quick to but in, disdain clear in her voice from the mere thought of going antiquing.
“Yes! Remember we talked about it a while ago,” Penelope mumbled before dramatically gesturing to the watch hanging on the wall, “would you look at that, I have to go back to my office to do,” she dragged out the words, as the four profilers looked at her with amusement on their faces, “to do hacking things. Bye!”
And before they knew she had hurried out of their eyesight, her blonde hair bobbing up and down as she moved as fast as her heels allowed her to.
“Weird,” Spencer said, sharing a quick smile with Y/N before they all went back to their work. Or, three of them went back to their work.
Y/N spend the rest of her afternoon sifting through every interaction she had ever had with the young doctor, from the moment they had met in this very bullpen, to the first time she had made him laugh over a joke, to the time she had successfully dragged him out to celebrate a successful case with the rest of the team. In the small year they had known each other they had created so many small moments together, so many fond memories that lived in her heart.
And at some point, in the small year, Spencer had managed to worm himself into a part of her heart that she herself didn’t even know existed. Sparks flew out of her finger tips every time they gently touched him. Her heart started to beat faster every time he would smile at her or she would hear his joyous laughter. She started to get lost in the depth of his warm eyes every time they made eye contact, drowning in a sea of honey that she refused to get saved from.
And, unknown to her, she had made herself a home in Spencer’s heart. Her gentle touch seemed to light a fire in him, making him burn to the bone every time her delicate fingers grazed his skin. His smile had become more frequent, and his laughter more boisterous ever since she had joined the team; her mere presence lightening up any gloomy day.
So, there they sat the rest of the sunny afternoon; a boy and a girl so oblivious about the love that flowed so effortlessly between them. She could still taste the lingering taste of the fruit, and she swore her heart fluttered in her chest every time. He could still see the joyful look she had given him when he had handed her the folded-up paper towel, and his heart sang every time it flowed through his mind.
And without either of them noticing, the sunny day ticked by minute for minute. The bullpen had started to empty out for the day, leaving them some of the few agents left.
She could still hear Derek and Emily typing away on their monitors and have occasional chit chat, and out of the corner of her eye she could still see Hotch and Rossi in their respective offices.
As she was finishing up one of her last files, she noticed how Spencer slowly started to pack up for the day.
After a year she had learned his routine for when he would start to head home. Firstly, he would turn off his computer, secondly, he would stack all of his files into a neat pile, ready for when he came in tomorrow, thirdly he would start to pack his bag, double checking he had everything, before finally rising from his chair, putting on his coat and saying goodbye to those who stayed longer than him.
He was in the midst of the fourth step, coat being ready to be put on when they made eye contact over the divider between their desks.
He slowed his actions, taking his time to adjust the lapels on his jacket and picking up his satchel. It was as if everything that had been left unsaid by the two exploded in that moment. All of the gentle touches and the burning fires. All of the loud laughter and the timid smiles. A year worth of love combined into just a five second glance.
“Have a good night,” she said softly, eyes firmly locked with his.
“You too,” he said as he slowly walked by her desk, “see you tomorrow.”
She smiled at him, feeling all of the air leave her lungs when he smiled back.
“I’ll see you tomorrow as well genius,” Morgan called after him loudly, making Spencer walk faster out of the bullpen, and even from where Y/N was sitting, she could see the tips of his ears turn red.
“Y/N,” Emily said firmly when Spencer was out of ear shot.
“Emily,” Y/N said back, refusing to give the two cocky agents what they wanted from her.
“Go after that boy,” she said, walking over and hovering over her with her hands on her hips.
“What?” Y/N asked, still looking down at the paperwork in front of her.
“Are you kidding me? I just saw the two of you practically declaring your love for each other with just one look! And for some reason, you refuse to accept the fact that you two are in love with each other,” she said, one of her hands coming down on the younger agent’s shoulder. “Look, okay, I’m no expert at love or anything, but what the two of you have is something special. And I get it, okay. Love is scary, and with our job we see how easily our loved ones can be torn away from us, so I get it more than anyone that it’s scary to succumb to it. But, and this is just my opinion, it would be foolish to let a love like the one the two of you have go to waste.”
After her monologue Emily made her way back over to her own desk, eyes locked with Morgan, desperate to get him to help him. But before he got the chance, Y/N spoke up timidly.
“If I don’t come back will you finish my paperwork?”
“Yes,” both Emily and Derek said without hesitation, smiles spreading wider and wider when they saw the girl hurrying to grab her back and coat before quickly walking out of the office.
“Fucking finally,” Derek mumbled, letting his eyes follow the young agent out of the double glass doors.
Y/N stood by the elevator, repeatedly pressing the button in hopes of making the machine work any faster. When the doors finally opened, she was greeted by an out of breath Spencer, who looked like he had just run across the parking lot.
“Hi,” he mumbled softly, slowly stepping out of the box as she took a few steps back.
“Hi,” she said, “did you forget something?”
A moment of silence hung between them, both unsure of how to approach the inevitable conversation.
“I-“ he cleared his throat into his fist before continuing, “I don’t know.”
“Oh,” she said, feeling the burning stare of two pairs of eyes on her back.
“I,” he started, his hands hidden in his coat pockets and shoes shuffling around nervously on the floor, but she was quick to interrupt him before he could go on.
“Emily just reminded me of something,” she said, her voice small but confident. “Someone once told me that the pear was an allegory for the heart.”
At her words Spencer’s eyes widened the slightest, and a pretty blush started to paint over his cheekbones.
“That someone would be correct,” his voice was low but clear, intending to keep the conversation strictly between them.
“And you gave me a pear,” she continued, her hands wringing together in front of her. “And someone would say that means that you, in some way, gave me your heart.”
They both stared at each other, oblivious to the gathering that was happening in the bullpen behind them. Emily and Derek had now been joined by Penelope and JJ, all eyes set on the two of them, and even from their distance they could feel the tension between the two almost lovers.
“That’s one way to understand it,” he said, taking a miniscule step closer to her.
“Is it the right way?” she asked, mimicking him and tipping a millimetre closer.
“I think,” he started, letting his hands come up from his coat pockets and let them slowly intertwine with hers. “I think that I gave my heart to you a long time ago.”
“Really?” she moved closer towards him, letting her fingertips spark at the feeling of his gentle touch.
“Yeah,” he nodded, curls falling into his gentle eyes.
“Can I kiss you?” she whispered, squeezing his hands before removing them from his when he nodded his head nervously.
She let them slide up his arms before they found their place on his jaw, soft skin meeting her cold fingers. His arms found their purpose around her soft waist, giving him the opportunity to pull her in closer. She let her eyes roam his face for a second, before she leaned up and pressed a kiss to his lips. His nose was cold against hers, his lips chapped from the colder weather, but none of it mattered. They stood no comparison to the way his hands were grasping at her waist, or the way she could feel a smile on his lips against hers.
They pulled apart slowly, both of their eyes still closed, both of them just existing in the moment they had created between them.
“I gave you my heart a long time ago too,” she whispered to him, letting her arms wrap around his neck and gave him a tight hug. “But I will be happy to give you a pear as well.”
He laughed at her comment, before he pulled her into another kiss, letting himself taste the sweet taste of pear that lingered on her lips.
“Pears cannot ripen alone. So we ripened together” - Meridel Le Sueur
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