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spencersawkward · 3 years ago

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switchblade faith//spencer reid - chapter 10

summary: one month after joining the BAU, Clea is still settling in. between solving murders and getting acclimated to DC, the only comfortable thing in her life is her new friendship with Dr. Spencer Reid. (Baby Spence)

pairing: Fem!OC x Spencer

word count: 4.3k

content warnings: discussion of violent crime, kidnapping and murder.

A/N: hey everyone! i'm back and so so excited to share this chapter with you all. i needed some inspiration, but i loved writing this part and can't wait to get back into posting new content for it.

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the next day at work, I'm begging Spencer to teach me how he performed that magic trick from the tattoo parlor. he's got his arms crossed over his chest, smiling smugly while he perches on the edge of my desk.

"does it ever get tiring?" I ask after he denies me.

"does what ever get tiring?"

"knowing more than everyone." I say it as a joke, but he seems to really mull it over for a few moments before replying with a shrug. I just scoff and shake my head, which makes him defensive.

"you asked."

"I also asked you to teach me about that trick, but I didn't get a response to that one."

"a magician never shares his secrets, Clea."

despite my frustration, I feel my lips turn up at the corners from the way he says my name. however precarious our friendship, I appreciate the casualness with which he says it in conversation. it's familiar.

"how am I supposed to become a magician myself if nobody will teach me how?" I raise an eyebrow.

he grins enthusiastically like he's going to relent. "do you want to see another one?"

I peek around the bull pen for a moment, as if to make sure nobody is watching us not do our jobs, but everyone seems fully invested in their own tasks. they don't even glance our way.

"yes, please."

he grins excitedly at this before pulling open one of his desk drawers to retrieve a small, plastic canister. "this one is fun." he muses.

I watch intently to soak up every bit of information I can; frankly, the thought of him knowing how to do something as simple as a few magic tricks that I can't drives me insane. it makes me want to learn some of my own, just to impress him.

"turn around." he breaks my train of thought.

"what?" my voice comes out accusing, arms crossed over my chest. "you just said you'd show me."

"I said I'd let you see another trick. I didn't say I'd teach you how to do it." I watch his eyebrow lift with a cockiness that surprises me. something in it makes my stomach flip. words disappear from my vocabulary all at once.

"dammit, Reid."

but I follow his order, spinning on my heel to face the staircase. Hotch's office is empty, but JJ passes by and gives me a quick wave before disappearing inside the small room. she doesn't look distressed, which is reassuring.

maybe it's selfish, but I don't want this moment to be interrupted.

"ok, you can turn back around." the mischief in his voice is boyish, endearing, and I'm quick to follow his command. that's when I see the little canister flipped upside down. the lip of its cap bubbles like soap; it fizzes quietly.

"is it supposed to do that?" I'm confused by the anticlimactic nature of what I'm looking at, but Spencer shushes me. his fingers wiggle with anticipation. I find myself watching with a curious focus until suddenly, the small canister flies up from the desk.

it soars, little hollow shell, through the air like a missile. my eyes follow its arc, right down to the moment when Hotch walks briskly into the office and it lands at his feet.

shit.

the team leader stops in his tracks to peer down at what almost hit him squarely in the face.

"Reid." he says his name without looking up. I think I hear Spencer gulp.

"yes?" he asks meekly. my hand curls around the back of my friend's chair, awaiting the inevitable scolding. this time, a couple heads in the room lift to notice us.

"what did I tell you about these?" Hotch doesn't sound nearly as annoyed as I expected.

"sorry, sir." Reid's eyes shift down. he must have shown other people in the office this trick before, because I certainly haven't seen it.

I swallow as the awkward silence between them festers. then our boss' lips quirk upwards into a small smile. "you're getting better."

he walks off to his office before either of us can say anything about it, and Spencer twists around to look up at me. I'm positive that my face is just as baffled as his.

"that was--" I begin.

"weird."

"yeah."

"if you go get it, I'll teach you how to do the trick." he bargains. I grin.

"really?"

"sure. it's not really a secret. just physics and chemistry." he shrugs like those are two things that everyone completely understands. I like to think of both as kind of magical themselves.

nevertheless, I go to pick up the tiny object. when I hand it back to him, his fingertips brush mine and I find myself pulling away rather quickly. I have no idea if he registers the sharpness of my movement, but he doesn't react at all.

instead, he gestures for me to come closer while he begins to explain.

...

I decide to start a new show while we're on the jet, something to pass the time between now and Montana, where our next case awaits us. Spencer and Morgan are sitting across from me, both of them engrossed in their own activities: the latter has his headphones in while he stares out the window, while the other hasn't looked up from his book since he sat down.

frankly, I'm trying to take my mind off the strangeness of going back to that state for work. we're going to be just a town away from where I grew up, so there's a little bit of distance, but not enough. some things are printed into the back of my mind.

it's not like I have a lot of downtime to binge TV at home, so I don't spend much time browsing Netflix before landing on a medical show that I've been meaning to watch. tucking my legs up beneath me, I get comfy and try (unsuccessfully) to become absorbed in the program.

I wonder if the dust smell will bring back memories, or if the small accent that I did have will return in any form. it's never been strong, but there are a few words which I've been known to pronounce a little differently. I wonder if being back will feel nostalgic or repulsive.

I feel eyes on me a couple minutes later.

my attention is drawn up to Spencer's face, which is somewhat twisted in a focused expression. he doesn't even notice that he's been caught staring until I clear my throat rather loudly.

"something wrong?" I ask. his frown deepens for a millisecond before a rosy hue takes over his cheeks.

"you chew your lip a lot." he observes clinically. I shift in my seat, partly due to being called out.

"oh. yeah," I shrug and pause my show. I try to change the subject. "stare much?"

"I'm a profiler. I observe a lot." he says this like it explains everything. I'm about to retort when Morgan opens his mouth.

"it's true. he knows how many words per minute I can read." the agent pulls off his headphones.

"how many?" I frown.

"345." Spencer answers immediately.

"more than average." the smile on my face is mischievous.

"yeah-- how'd you know that?" Reid is watching me again, somewhat surprised that I know this. I am, too.

"probably read it in a magazine or something."

he nods thoughtfully in response, thumb running along the pages of his book. his gaze is technically on my face, but his mind is obviously somewhere else as Morgan nudges his shoulder.

"don't be creepy, kid." he's obviously joking, although this doesn't stop Spencer from blushing once again and looking around somewhat frantically.

"I'm not being creepy, I just--" he can't seem to find the end of his own thought. Morgan casts him a different look-- one that feels more concerned than playful-- before leaving him alone. I watch Spencer adjust the wristband of his watch several times over until he catches me staring and goes back to reading.

he's much more jumpy than usual, and it makes me curious as to what's going through his head. we've both been kind of off. I'm not sure why.

it's like how some animals, like frogs, can tell when there's a storm coming, so they burrow into the ground to avoid the damage. I retract into myself a bit, but that could just be because I'm anxious about going to Montana again.

except the feeling has been weighing on me for longer than just today.

I'm not sure what's wrong with me, but I keep thinking about Spencer at strange times. the other day, I was going for a walk in the evening and saw a small nest tucked between some tree branches. even though I couldn't see the babies inside, I could hear their longing, young chirps as they waited for their mother to bring them some food. and I started to think about how if Reid was there, he'd be able to tell me what kind of birds they were. probably even what color eggs from which they'd recently emerged.

little things like that, which I can't seem to categorize as emotions. it's just friendship, thinking about him.

"where are you from, again, Clea?" Morgan breaks the silence. I glance up from my show.

"Butte."

he nods as if he's familiar with the place, which is kind of funny. nobody from here ever seems to know anything about it, which I can understand. it feels like keeping a secret. granted, a secret that I share with every resident of the state, but that's different when I'm in DC. only I feel the intimacy of its geography.

"there are a lot of casinos," I smile, turning to Spencer. "you'd like it."

"I don't like gambling. I'm just good at it." he corrects me. I roll my eyes.

"it's, like, the only thing people do there. you might just meet your match."

he gives me something like a smile, but I can tell he's also preoccupied with something other than casinos. once again, I'm fighting an urge to figure out everything about him. he's a fucking Rubik's cube, and I'm just trying to find the right sequence of turns.

...

it comes rushing back as soon as we land. my throat goes dry for a moment as I inhale what made up so much of my youth. the day is sunny, kissing my skin as I look out. even though Missoula is only somewhat familiar, I don't feel out-of-place in the way that I sometimes do in the other states we visit.

as we walk to the cars to head to the police station, I turn my gaze from the horizon of mountains to look at Spencer. he casts his gaze away at the last second, and I think it was a figment of my imagination.

the police station is small and not as busy as some of the other places. instead of engaging with them, Spencer and I head straight to the back room to set down our things and get started. I'm still deciding whether or not I'm desperate to leave this place already.

the only sound is the shuffling of papers while we work, and I don't even know how much time passes before Hotch walks in.

"how's it going?" his eyes move over the enormous map that Reid has laid out between us. there are markings where he's pinpointed important spots-- including the most recent murder-- and his hands are splayed out over the paper. I notice the long, slim fingers and the bitten-down nails.

"good. I'm almost done with the geographical profile, but it'd be good to go out and get some interviews before I finish it." Spencer speaks up before I can respond, my own voice seeming to get caught in my throat. a branch outside brushes the window pane, and I glance over to see dark clouds rolling in.

"perfect. Morgan and Prentiss are out talking to the pastor, but you two can interview the victim's parents before it gets too late," the unit chief checks his watch briefly before his eyes land on me. "everything okay, Clea?"

I clear my throat and tear my gaze from the darkening afternoon. "yes, sorry. we'll go now."

we pack up and head out to the car before the rain can hit, so quickly that I allow Reid to drive. he pulls out of the parking lot and then we're driving through this small Montana town.

"how does it feel to be back home?" he breaks the thickening silence once we pull up to a stoplight. I raise my eyebrows and peer out the window.

"I wouldn't call it home. This isn't really the town where I grew up, anyway."

"you know what I mean. the climate is similar, which must bring up some feelings."

"you're pushy today." I look over and he frowns at my reaction, obviously deciding whether or not to press my buttons.

"sorry for asking." he retreats and I start to feel guilty. it isn't his fault that I can't figure out my emotions about this place. for someone who has been trying to become closer friends with Spencer, I'm being awfully unapproachable.

"no, I'm sorry. it's just weird to come back here anytime. with the murder backdrop, I don't really know what to think."

the light turns green and he plows through the intersection. the seatbelt tightens across my chest.

"the lights take forever to change here." he observes quietly. I almost state that everything takes forever to change here, but hold my tongue before he continues. "anyway, that's fair. is there anything I can do to help?"

"no, but it's sweet that you're offering. it's one of those things I just need to get over." I readjust in my seat and try to give him a patient smile. he returns it, even though both of us seem to be swimming in our own thoughts again. I appreciate his attempt to help, despite his obvious preoccupation.

a slash of sunlight shines through the window, angled between the clouds and warming up the car as we make our way to the victim's parents' home. the most important thing is solving this case, not whatever backed-up issues that are pressing the back of my brain.

...

that night, we stay in a kitschy motel a bit out of town from the station. the wallpaper is painted with these fluffy, horrendously pink peonies and their watercolor stems. pictures of porcelain dolls with barrel curls stare darkly at me from the cheap wooden desk that I've been using. after two hours of pacing back and forth, I finally sit down to think this case over again.

one of the most difficult parts of this case is the location: so many truckers come and go through the town, it would be easy to kidnap someone and disappear completely. the unsub we're looking for is most likely not even from here, which widens our span of suspects much further than the city limits.

there's a mess of open case files in front of me. the most recent victim, a young woman of nineteen named Marcy, stares accusingly up at me. her eyes are deep set and beautiful; she's a student at one of the local colleges, her life just beginning to unfold. all I can think about is how scared I would be, and then I start to spiral as I wonder if she's even alive.

based on the trail of other missing people and the MO of our unsub, he's moving at an unprecedented pace through the small towns. plucking people off, one by one. but he's also become messy with his kills. it doesn't seem like he knows the FBI is after him since he's been murdering across state lines.

according to Reid's geographical profile, he's moving northwest. the best we can do is predict that he'll hit somewhere near Washington soon.

there's a knock at my door. I drop the pen I've been clicking onto the desk and go to answer it.

"Reid." his name settles on my tongue.

"hi." his face is shifting between different expressions, as though he just woke up and can't figure out how he got here.

"what's up?" I gesture for him to come inside, and his eyes immediately find the clutter on the desk.

"I'm in the room under yours. I could hear you pacing."

"oh. I was just thinking." my gaze drops to the horrific turquoise carpet.

"so it seems."

he's wandering around the room, everywhere but near my bed. his hands are shoved into his pockets and I once again notice his poor posture. neither of us speaks for another ten seconds before I realize that it's uncomfortable.

"is there a reason you stopped by?"

"well, I was thinking that maybe you needed a break from the case."

the image of Marcy's face flashes across my brain. "I really shouldn't. I don't wanna lose any time."

Spencer turns from his position at the desk, his fingertips running over the carved chair before raising an eyebrow at me. there's a ghost of a smile on his face. "you were the one who interrupted me with pizza the other night."

"y'know, I was hoping you wouldn't throw that back in my face," I bite back a grin. "fine, but not for long. I want to make some more headway on this before I go to bed."

Spencer's shoulders relax a bit at the playfulness in my tone. like he's been hoping to reclaim some of the friendly energy between us and is satisfied now that he's done so. I push this sentiment aside, however, as I grab my coat and we walk out into the dimly-lit hallway.

"this place is definitely a murder house." I note quietly. the sconces on the wall are gaudy, frosted glass with occasionally flickering bulbs.

"of course. have you looked at the paintings?" he gestures to a particularly large one that sits at the corner of the hallway. it's a girl standing in a small white dress with tights and a teddy bear in her grasp. I nod slowly and Spencer leans down by my ear. "you never know if she might just reach out and pull you in!' he punctuates his sentence by suddenly grabbing the back of my neck so that I squirm and let out a sharp giggle.

"Spencer!" my voice rings out as we reach the stairs, laced with a laugh. I push him away, his own chuckle filling my chest with an unfamiliar feeling.

"there's that smile." he says quietly. and then that feeling blossoms into something three times more powerful, causing my breath to catch in my throat.

"let's go." I open the door into the cool night and we make our way down the cement steps, his words hanging in my mind like clean laundry. I don't know what it is about them-- he didn't mean anything-- but it makes me feel good.

it's only once we reach the parking lot that I turn to him. "where are we going?"

he breathes in the air for a second, chest rising and falling. "no idea. do you have anywhere you wanna go?"

for a moment, I try to remember anywhere around here that I would go to. when I was a kid, my friends and I would occasionally come around these parts, but there wasn't much more to do here than there was in Butte. except maybe...

"I know a place, but I'm driving."

"all yours." he throws me the keys to the SUV and we make our way to the car. despite the foreboding clouds, it never rained tonight. instead, they linger overhead, as if afraid to leave the serenity of Montana.

I roll the windows down as I take us to the one place that I remember with absolute clarity; a bit of a drive, but not outrageous. we don't talk much, either. Spencer lets the breeze take over the conversation, instead electing to watch the scenery mold into steep mountainsides.

it's getting colder, though, so I end up putting the windows back up and turning the heat on as we get closer to our destination.

"so... this was your childhood?" he refers to the expanse of topography through which the road winds, and I let out a short laugh.

"sort of. there were plenty of normal elements, too. just the backdrop was a little strange."

I notice a place to pull off the road, where the trail begins up the steep hillside. technically, it isn't closed yet. the parking lot is abandoned, however, and Spencer notes this as I park in a huge spot towards the corner.

"are you sure this is safe?" he asks slightly nervously. night swallows the tops of the trees. I shrug.

"not really. but the rest of our job is pretty unsafe, too."

we get out and I grab a flashlight from the console of the car. there are lights along the path of the trail, which Reid eyes warily. I start to walk up them, then turn around briefly.

"watch out for coyotes. they don't usually come around here because there are so many people, but you never know."

"you're joking, right?" he glances around at the surrounding area.

"no." I turn back to make my way up the path, hiding a secret smile. there's always a chance of running into some unfriendly animals in these parts, but so many teenagers are usually at this place that it's not really a prime place for them.

it smells the same as it did, the trees and the dust and the impossibility of life in a barren place. and although it's been years since I've been here, hiking up is muscle memory. I could probably do it in my sleep, honestly.

"how much farther?" Spencer asks behind me, somewhat breathlessly. I turn around.

"a while. are you already tired?"

"it's steep!" he defends himself, though it brings another laugh out of me.

"you would never survive here."

"is that a threat?"

"I don't know... is it?" I turn around to flash the light in his eyes and he makes a displeased noise.

"can we just get to the top, please?" he whines.

"fine." I giggle and turn back around. our conversation fades out, but I love the sound of his footsteps behind mine. I remember how different it sounded as a teenager, the five other sets of feet that were so eager to make it to the top, so eager to crack open cans of alcohol and forget about the staleness of a life we didn't want to live. the one escape I had from being stuck, and how easily that feeling returns at the smell of nature.

sometimes the memory of everything rushes back at once and it disarms me to think of how quickly things have changed. how everything remained for the same kids who came up here with me. they chose to hold on.

finally, we get to the top. I walk over more even ground and inhale deeply, stumble a bit to the clearing. Spencer follows quickly behind me. I hear his labored breath as he sidles up beside me.

"the road is right down there." I point out the curving place from where we came, and Reid's eyes bug out.

"I thought we were up a lot higher than this."

"it's just steep. sorry for making you do so much work; I forgot how weird the hike is."

"you know what?" he fixes his gaze on the much more beautiful view, which is the jagged line of mountains before us. "it's actually okay."

except what I'm noticing isn't even the mountains; it's the expanse of sky above us, stars tossed to and fro among an ocean of navy. this is what I missed. not the endless roads or the serenity, but the clarity of midnight. the thing you can't photograph.

despite the open space, it's like all the air between us has been vacuumed into nothingness. I sit on the dusty ground. Spencer turns to watch me, then does the same. we cross our legs.

"different from DC, right?" my voice comes out hushed, as though a higher level will puncture the atmosphere.

"way different."

"you're from Nevada, though. there must be something similar there." I recall traveling to his neck of the woods.

"not really. the light pollution anywhere around Vegas kinda precludes that," he shrugs. "did you know that you can actually see it from space?"

"wow." I almost laugh at the absurdity of such a thing. the gleam of consumerism so ostentatious, aliens could get a glimpse.

"it's interesting that you can love a place so much and still be completely different from everything inside it." his eye line remains on the mountains, even as I watch him speak. the shadows slip over the bridge of his nose, his brow bone.

"you know what I think?"

"hm?"

"everyone I know from a small town, they don't forget where they come from. you still carry it around, even if you try to hide it. and you meet other people who went through the same thing, and you bond over that loneliness until it sort of becomes worth it in the end."

the thought sits on the dusty earth between us for a while before he responds.

"like us?" they're spoken with a fear behind them, like an offering that he's afraid I'll push away.

"sure. you've got your stuff and I've got mine, but it's helped our friendship." I smile while my eyes search for the constellations. there are the familiar ones which my dad would point out when I was a kid, the Big Dipper and other stories.

"thanks for bringing me here." he says quietly. I realize that I like the sound of his voice and the way he says every word with care.

"no problem. sure as hell beats sitting in Bates Motel." I joke. he lets out a laugh before we sink into silence again.

we'll need to go back soon, but I'm not ready yet.

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septics-stories · 3 years ago

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Egotober day 9: Doll

The non egos mentioned in this one are my lovely girlfriend’s oc’s in our rp universe :) Egotober link JJ wasn’t used to working with cloth as all his marionettes were wooden but he was doing his best and putting his talents into something slightly new. He was on a slight time crunch so he was hiding out in his music room with the door locked. He knew if he was needed he would be let known or others could come in through various teleportation methods. The two that he was trying to hide from though, he knew could not enter on their own. They hadn’t shown any signs of powers from either JJ or his lovely wife. After a while he decided he needed a small tea break and left the room, re locking it with a key as he left, he ventured to the kitchen and got the kettle started and picked which tea he wanted. As he was deciding, Marvin walked in. JJ perked up and an old fashion black and white movie text sign appeared in Marv’s eyesight. ‘Marvin! Just the chap I needed to run into. Would you care to help me out with the boys’ present?’ Marvin read the sign and smiled warmly. “Of course! What can I do for you?” JJ grinned happily and held up a finger to signify Marv to wait. The magician nodded and sat at the table as JJ continued working on the tea. He made himself and Marvin a cup and the two moved back to the music room so JJ could explain his plans. Marvin agreed to said secret plans and the two worked together on the gift. It took them two more days of constant work, though Marvin’s help made it quicker. They finished just in time too as JJ’s twin boys’ birthday was the day after they finished. When they opened the beautifully crafted box they found dolls of all their uncles and their father but there was something special about each one when they were hugged. Anti’s doll would glitch and his comforting static would emit from the doll. Marvin’s doll did different little spells of displays depending on what the twins wanted it to do. Henrik’s doll could heal minor cuts and even headaches. Chase’s doll would do a trick. Jackie’s doll would do some fighting moves. And JJ’s doll would play a lullaby and could activate the other dolls. All of the dolls could also say lines that each ego was known for, for JJ’s his little text signs would appear in his hands.

#jacksepticeye egos #jameson jackson #jj #marvin the magnificent #my version #gf's oc #not my oc #egotober2021

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immabethehero · 4 years ago

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Hero’s Writing Masterlist!

OK, so it occurred to me that I should make my own writing masterlist in case anyone wants to read my work. So, here it is, from oldest to the newest!!!

JACKSEPTICEYE AND MARKIPLIER STORIES (mostly Jack)

The Time JJ Swallowed a Clock - Chase is haunted by a strange noise (my first ego story!!!)

A Little Theory - A general JSE theory I had way back when I was just getting started, that I put in story form

Shaky Hands and Flowers (Whumptober and Egotober) - Jameson finds pretty flowers....

Caught In an Explosion (Whumptober) - Marvin investigates a suspicious note

Pose (Egotober) - Chase prepares for CHASE

Wilford Saves Dark (Whumptober) - Wilford saves Dark, but at what cost?

Whump - Ransom (Whumptober) - An old enemy of Jackie’s has taken his younger brothers… will an new ally be able to save them?

Snipped Strings - You Rescue Jameson from Anti, but at what cost???

How Long Since You Slept? - Chase needs sleep after a long day of work

Jackie Defeats Anti (Old Version) - How the glitch bitch came to be

The Aftermath of Anti’s Lair - Chase explores an abandoned building

Cozy - Chase and Henrik spend a night together

Relax - Jameson recovers from a fever

Chase Laughs in His Sleep - A ghost haunts the egos with its terrifying laugh… or does it?

Jack VS Jackie - Jack and Jackie fight over the last cookie

That One Fish Girl’s Rescue - A little birthday gift for a friend, where her OC, Sei, rescues JJ and the egos from a storm

You’re Safe Now - Jameson is almost killed by a fall

Magnificent Spell - Jameson learns how to use slides for the first time!

Chase & the Treasure Hunt (Multi-chapter, on-going) - Chase receives an extra special birthday present

Static - While stuck in captivity, Jameson muses and receives an unexpected visitor

The Good Doctor Returns - Jameson comes to a revelation, and Schneep returns

Robbie - A day in the life of Robbie the Zombie, from squirrel chasing to a bubble outburst

Jackie’s Late BDay Present - A special fic written for Jackie, also a rewrite of how the Glitch Bitch came to be

And JJ Makes Three - Marvin’s birthday fic! Let’s see how Jameson escapes Anti’s wrath... and how Marvin finds him...

Schneeplestein Apparently Has a Heart - Henrik’s birthday story. Concerns how Chase joined the JSE egos.

Egotober #2 - Marvin must sing to break the stony spell on his brothers.

Marvin - A little drabble about the mysterious magician

Chase Returns! - Chase returns from a vacation. Henrik is a little too excited.

Henrik is Baymax - A new AU where Henrik is a robot. A personal healthcare companion, if you will ^u^

Hero Fever - Marvin wants to give Jackie a great birthday, but a cold and living furniture stand in his way

MegaMarvin - A glimpse of my newest au: Megamind but the JSE egos! - The Malevolent has a ghastly plan for the superheroes of Brighton City! If only the rest of the world was actually prepared for it.

Anti’s Halloween is Ruined - First story in my swap au! How Dr. Antisepticeye’s latest invention goes horribly wrong

Egotober:

Ink (2022)

ENCANTO

Watch Out For That Tree - A writing prompt where Mirabel tries sledding down a hill for the first time under the eye of Bruno.

Viva La Pancita de Bruno - A lil birthday gift for some friends

Encantober:

Caterpillar

Tragedy

Hugs

Casita

Present

Animal

Door

Miracle

Otter

Gift

Rat

Book

Parents

Milk

Rocking Around the Christmas Bruno - Bruno Madrigal has the colours of a tree... could he be the key to saving Christmas in Casita?

The Wake of a Miracle - A stranger who threatens Bruno inadvertently awakens Mirabel’s magical rage. My Encanto Big Bang story! Complete with lovely art!!!

How Well Do You Know Alma Madrigal? - A lil Mother’s Day fluff featuring a game show and a secret present

HAMILTON

Eliza and Angelica Kidnap Alex - Eliza goes to desperate measures just get her husband to take a break

ORIGINAL WRITING

The Little Mermaid - My own retelling of Hans Christian Andersern’s The Little Mermaid!

This will be updated of course! But here is my magnum opus for the mean time!

Here’s my Ao3! Might upload some Encanto stories here as well! - https://archiveofourown.org/users/PinkPancakeQueen/works

Here’s my Pinterest for those who read my bio: https://www.pinterest.ca/catherineleis16/_saved/

#jacksepticeye #markiplier #writersofjack #writersofmark #apparently i can write #writing #immabethehero #disney encanto #encanto #encanto fanfiction #encanto fanfic

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lildevyl · 4 years ago

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Who’s your favourite ego(s)??

I’m not sure who my favorites are. I do love writing Chase mostly b/c at some levels I can relate with Chase.

I do love Jackieboy Man! That literally comes from my love of comics that I got from my Dad. I used to sneak into my parents room when I was old enough to be by myself during the Summers when my brothers were at their friends house and read my Dad’s Comics. All DC and Marvel. So, I read all kinds of Super Hero Comics growing up. Maybe that’s why I love Jackieboy Man so much. Just haven’t figured out my version of Jackieboy Man yet. But the best thing about being an Artist/Writer is you have all these ideas that you can experiment with until you find the ones that you like the most.

Marvin I do love! I do some ideas for his Background/Head Canons.

Anti is literally someone I love to write as a Villain! B/C you can write him as the “Suave Mastermind” or the evil Demon.

For the Markiplier Egos. Dark and Wilford are my favorites! I think I might try to write some more fanfics of them!

I do have an idea for Bingiplier and Googleplier I’m just not sure how to exicute it yet. It’s like a Detroit: Becoming Human like story only with the Egos.

I am thinking of writing somethings with the Host/the Author. Especially with my OC Nora Weird (the adopted daughter of the Author). With how the Author became the Host and how with the help of the Community the Author is able to come back. This whole feud with Darkiplier trying to have control of the Author or the Host b/c of how powerful they are. And with the Author and the Host, two the most powerful but very dangerous and blood thirsty Egos are going out of their way to protect someone. It still has a lot of WIP to do!

I’m also currently working two big projects. One’s the Asylum guesting staring @isa-ghost. Isa a friend and CSI and she’s working against the clock to try to figure out what has happened to Jackieboy Man that land him into the Asylum with an expected help from the Author.

The other is my Swap!AU. I’m currently working on the JSE Egos for that one, Untitled.exe. The roles of the Egos are completely switched! AntiSepticeye is Septic City’s Anti-Hero, Marvin is the Time Travel who can’t speak, JJ is the Magician, Chase the Doctor, Henrik is the YouTuber and Jackie is as you guest the Villain! Jackie goes missing from trying to do a rescue mission on his own, it’s been nine months and not a trace of Jackie! That is until a new Villain comes to town. Able to glitch in and out, being able to control any and all electronics and can hypnotize anyone that watches him. Under the leadership of the biggest and one of most powerful Dark Egos of all, DarkSetpiceye.

I still have a tone and half of things to do! But hopefully I’ll get a new chapter up here soon! Or maybe I’ll be able to draw something of this!

HAPPY CREATING!!!!

#answered asks #isitrachelorzoey #jse egos #markiplier egos #these are who are some of mine favorite egos #along with some ideas that i want to do with them #just haven't fleshed out the entire idea yet #and having trouble trying to figure out how to start it!#the asylum #swap!au #untitled.exe #HAPPY CREATING!#hopefully i'll get an update chapter with one of these two!

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coralstories · 5 years ago

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Storms

Spencer ReidxReader, just fluffy

A/N: This was originally written with one of my OCs but I changed it to x reader to make it more... inclusive I guess.

A/N 2: I’m bad at titles.

Word Count: 1021

I used to like storms. I loved to watch the clouds darken and roll across the sky, bringing lightning and thunder with it. Storms were just another opportunity to sit at home in a cozy sweater, drink a warm beverage, and read a good book.

As I grew older though, I learned to fear storms. They would disorient me, attack my senses, and overwhelm me. Oftentimes, I was caught off guard by the nearness of a storm. It was hard to try to relax at home even with a cup of coffee as the wind whipped at my windows and screamed at me. It was just different. I had learned to fear the power of nature.

It was one reason I was eternally grateful that Spencer came into my life when he did. One day a storm came on suddenly, and I was completely unprepared. I’d been having a bad day already--some coworkers were questioning me--and then I heard the thunder. I knew that as soon as I walked outside, I’d be soaked to the bone.

I called Spencer and asked him to bring me home. I almost didn’t call him, but I had just had a serious conversation with my best friend. He told me I should ask for help more often. So, the conversation sort of ended up going like this:

“Hi Spencer,” I said.

“Hey! I was just about to call you. This storm is crazy, huh?” Spencer said.

“Yeah, it sure is. Are you off of work already?”

“Oh no, I’m just working on some paperwork. Everyone else went to lunch.”

“Oh.”

Silence.

“Is there something you wanted to talk about?” Spencer asked.

“No. I just called to see what you were up to.”

“Oh. Well, what are you up to?”

“It’s 3:30, so I’m supposed to be on my way home,” I sighed.

“Are you not on your way home already?”

“No. It’s raining.”

“... Did you not bring an umbrella?”

“Or a coat. I had to rush out of the house this morning, my alarm didn't go off for some reason. I figured I’d be fine with a light sweater, you know?”

“Yeah, the storm sort of caught everybody off guard. Are you going to be alright getting home?”

“I don’t know. It’s going to be hell on public transportation with all this rain.”

“... Do you want me to go with you?”

“I wouldn’t want to put you out of your way,” I demurred.

“It’s no trouble. I’m supposed to take lunch soon anyway.”

I sighed. “Then yes, please, Spencer, will you please come and take me home?”

I could tell he was trying not to laugh. He probably could hear the reluctance in my voice, and he too had been trying to talk to me about trusting him to help me.

“I’ll be there in fifteen minutes,” Spencer said.

We got to my apartment safely. My pet had been hiding under the bed, not liking at all how splashes of rain kept falling through the open windows. I went around and closed all them, while Spencer got towels and pressed them on all the puddles under each of them. I made us coffee, as Spencer had brought a couple of files to work on. I jumped every time I heard the thunder. I brought the coffee over to the table in the living room, kissing Spencer as I handed him his. I sat against one arm of the couch so as not to disturb Spencer’s paper shuffling. I sat there for around fifteen minutes, sipping my coffee and reading. I couldn't ignore the thunder and the flashes of lightning, though. Then, there was a bit of louder paper shuffling. I looked up to find Spencer organizing the files into separate folders.

“Have you finished?” I asked.

“Yeah, I’ll have to give these all to Hotch in the morning. I promised him I’d finish them on my own if he would let me go early.”

“What? I thought you were just taking a lunch.”

“Nope, I’m spending the rest of the day with you,” Spencer said, reaching out a hand to intertwine our fingers.

I smiled at him. “You’re precious. Tell me a story?”

“Sure. What kind of story?”

I grabbed a throw blanket from the back of the couch and wrapped it around myself.

“Any sort of story. I just love listening to your voice.”

“You do?”

I nodded. “It’s calming. Can I lay on your lap?”

Spencer took a moment to answer.

“Uh, of course.”

I plopped sideways, my head landing on Spencer’s thighs, my hair falling over my cheek as I closed my eyes. I resisted the urge to brush it out of my face. I felt Spencer’s stare, and I could guess the reason why. Most people hated when he rambled, and more people never asked before touching him or trying to touch him. I know he always had to avoid new coworkers’ offers of handshakes or well-meaning back slaps. It was different with his friends, like JJ and Morgan, because he and his team were close.

“How about a story about King Arthur and his knights of the round table?” Spencer offered.

I smiled, my hair tickling my nose.

“Sounds perfect,” I said.

“Can I play with your hair while I tell it?”

I smiled even wider. “Please do.”

Spencer smiled. He smoothed my hair back from my face and then began to run his fingers through it. He attempted a braid as he started talking.

“Alright. So, once upon a time, long, long ago, after Uther Pendragon died, there was no King in Britain, and every Knight hoped to seize the crown for himself. The country was like to fare ill when laws were broken on every side, and the corn which was to give the poor bread was trodden underfoot, and there was none to bring the evildoer to justice. Then, when things were at their worst, came forth Merlin the magician ...”

The storm grew until it covered the whole city, but my thoughts were consumed by Spencer.

#criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #spencer reid #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid x reader #fluff

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adhd-tea · 4 years ago

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Oh my god, I’ve written something again? YEP!

Here is, falling for you, a spencer reid fic with so many fucking parts dude its insane.

There was a smug look on her face as she sat in the grey and white room. Her hands sat relaxed as they were cuffed to the little bar. She’d been in there for three hours, but she knew exactly what she was doing. Letting her sit, stir give off any indication that she might be guilty. It was a profiler's job after all. She didn’t kill anyone, if that’s what you’re thinking, although the agents behind the two way glass might think differently. Her hair was messy, eyes were blood-shot and she was still in her skimpy pajamas. So she sat, and she waited, they’d be in there any minute now, and judging by her own personality, she guessed they’d bring in the ‘good cop’. And just as she thought a young, skinny guy came in and sat opposite her. “Hey, I’m Doctor Reid, I want to ask you a few questions, Miss…” She noticed that was her cue to talk “Abigail Town, but you knew that, so why lie Doc?” Abigail asked leaning forwards. “I’m the one asking questions” He murmured, he reached in the file he had and brought out three photos, all women, around the age of twenty all with their throats slit. Abigail gagged. “Oh my god...That’s, I was not expecting that” Reid raised his eyebrow “What were you expecting?” He asked curiously “I don’t know, like a gunshot to the head, not their throats slit, like jeez, warn a gal before you show her shit like that” The Doctor sighed and leaned back “Do you know these women?” She shook her head “I mean I probably passed them in the streets at some point but I’ve never talked to them” She explained still not looking directly at the photos incase she threw up “Well, then why don’t you tell me why we found your DNA at the crime scene and direct links all leading back to you” Abigail shrugged “I don’t know, you’re the FBI agent, why don’t you tell me” Reid picked up his files, leaving the photos, before heading out of the room.

Reid walked into the small room with JJ and Morgan. “Did you see how she reacted to the photos, she almost threw up” JJ nodded at Morgan, “Yeah, and look at her now, she’s avoiding the photos at all cost, she’s as pale as a ghost, I don’t think she’s the UnSub” They all sat in silence for a while. “If it’s not her, then who is it?” Spencer asked, Morgan sat up and walked into the room. “Listen kid, we know you didn’t do this, but if you know who did, then you have to tell us” Abigail looked up “C-can you take the photos away please? If I have to look at them any longer I think I’m gonna throw up” Morgan nodded and swiftly collected the photos. “Do you know anyone who could one, try to frame you, and two, kill people?” Abigail thought for a second but shook her head “No, I’m sorry I don’t” Morgan nodded and sighed “It’s okay kid, for your protection we’re gonna keep you at the BAU, if someone is trying to frame you then you could be in danger” Abigail nodded as the handcuffs were taken off of her, “Uh, do you think I could go to my apartment and change?”Morgan looked at her clothes and quickly nodded “Sure Miss Town” Abigail smiled “Please, call me Abi, it’s weird when people refer to me as my last name” Morgan laughed a little bit and opened the door. “Reid, take Abi to her apartment so she can get changed” Reid nodded and grabbed his jacket from his chair.

The ride to Abi’s apartment was quiet, and long. She noticed the young Doctor glance at her countless times. “Want something Doc Oc?” Reid shook his head “N-no… Did you just refer to me as Doc Oc, as in Doctor Octopus?” Abi smiled and nodded “Ah, the genius knows something” Sencer smiled “How’d you know I was a genius?” Abi smiled “I didn’t, I just took a well educated guess based on how you look and you answered my question” Spencer looked dumbfounded, “I- How did you do that?” “Ah, a magician never reveals her secrets, this is my apartment by the way” Spencer stopped the car and the two unbuckled their seatbelts “I’ll be ten minutes” Spencer raised an eyebrow “You’re not going alone” Abi did a double take at him “I’m not?” She questioned “If someone really does wanna harm you, then I need to go in with you” Abi smirked “Trying to see me naked, Doctor Reid” The Doctor stuttered “N-no, I'm just doing my job” Abigail laughed “I know, I’m messing with you, come on”

The two walked up the long winded stairs up to Abigail's apartment, in complete silence. “Okay” Spencer said as they reached the door “I’ll wait out here whilst you change '' Abigail nodded and unlocked the door. “Oh my god!” She screeched staring at the carcass of a cat pinned to her walls. “Abigail?! Are you oka- oh my god” Spencer shouted looking at the same thing that Abi was looking at “S-someone was in my apartment” She whispered in shock, spencer took his gun out of his holster “Abigail, stay here, don’t move” She nodded and watched as spencer walked around her apartment checking if anyone was in it. “It’s okay, you’re okay” A breath fell out of Abi “I think I’m gonna throw up” Without a word she ran to the bathroom, throwing up her breakfast that morning “Here” Spencer said passing a glass of water to her as she sat on the floor “I’ve called the team they’ll be here soon” Abi nodded and downed the glass of water “Thank you” She croaked “Can you, uh, get me some clothes, i think i'm gonna throw up if i stand up” Spencer nodded and hesitantly moved over to her drawers grabbing a shirt and leggings. “Here, I’ll leave you to get changed”

-------Spencers POV---------

I closed the door to the bathroom leaving Abigail to get changed, I hadn’t even noticed the smell of the dead cat before now. This girl, who was twenty two at most, had been falsely arrested, held for three hours, found out someone was trying to frame her, and then finally found the carcass of a dead cat on her wall. I work with serial killers and I still couldn’t bear the sight of the cat. I looked around her apartment for a while, I wasn't snooping, at least not fully. It's this brain of mine, I profile people without even realizing. Her apartment was messy, not messy enough that it's dirty though, more of an organised messy. You could probably ask her where something is and she'll find it. “Reid?” I heard Hotch’s name call out “In here, you might wanna bring in a vet or something” I saw Hotch physically gag at the sight of the cat. “Yeah, I think that's best, where is she?” I nodded my head towards the bathroom. “She’s getting changed after she threw up,” Hotch nodded and waved a few people in the apartment. “Morgans in the SUV downstairs, take her there when she comes out, keep her at the BAU” I nodded and walked back to the bathroom, knocking on the door gently, “Abigail, can I come in?” I asked as softly as I could, I heard a weak “Yeah” From the otherside of the door and opened the door slowly, “Can you stand?” I asked crouching besides her “I think so” I nodded and helped her up, walking her out of her apartment and down to the SUV.

We arrived at the BAU and set her up in the smaller conference room. “Do you need anything, water? Food?” She shook her head and fiddled with her bracelet “No, I’m good, thanks though Doc” I smiled softly and walked out the door “My names Spencer by the way, figured that since we've already seen a dead cat today you might as well know my name” She laughed a little and looked up “Thank you, Spencer.” I smiled again and walked out the room. My name felt weird coming out of her mouth. When I first met her she was, tough, stern and definitely used humour as a coping mechanism but now, she seems more soft and fragile. “Is she okay?” JJ asked me, coming up to me. I sighed and shrugged “I’ll talk to her” I nodded at JJ and sat down at my desk.

------Abigail's POV-----

I sat on the small couch in the office and tried to control my breathing. I hadn’t believed it at first, when Morgan said that someone was out to get me I had practically laughed. But now, now it all seems too real, I’d never seen a dead body before, but within three hours of arriving at the BAU I’d seen so much I’m scared i can never go back to living a ‘normal life’

Spencer was nice. I kind of had him pegged for the nice type when he walked into the interrogation room, wasn’t expecting him to be this cute though. “Abigail, Hey im Jennifer Jareau, you can call me JJ. Can I ask you some questions?” I looked up and noticed a young blonde girl walk towards me “Yeah sure” I whispered, she smiled and took a seat opposite me. “Can you think of anyone, anyone at all that would want to harm you” I thought for a second and suddenly a name popped up in my head “Lydia Parker” I spoke breathlessly “She bullied me as a kid and when I left for college she killed a bird and left in on my doorstep.” JJ nodded and stood up leaving the room.

It was quiet, too quiet for me. Spencer definitely doesn't need company, but I’m gonna go pester him anyway. “Hey” I smiled sitting on the edge of his desk “Hey, how are you feeling?” I shrugged “I feel like I’ve smoked a shit ton of weed and now I’m coming down from my high” He laughed and leaned forwards “Do you like reading?” I shrugged “I don’t really read to be honest” He looked offended to be quite frankly “You don’t read? Come with me” I found myself following the charming doctor through the halls of the BAU and towards the library “You have a library in here?” He smiled and nodded “Yep, everything from Rossi's autobiography to The Hungry Hungry Hippo” I laughed a little and followed him to the back of the library “Here” He said reaching up and grabbing a green book “I think you’ll like it, it’s about a girl who falls in love with someone on the other side of the world, I really enjoyed it” I smiled and flipped through the pages “Thank you Doc Oc” He laughed at the nickname and walked towards two plush chairs in the corner “What’re we doing?” I asked sitting down “According to numerous studies, the best way to calm down anxiety is through reading, and tea, but Garcia hogs the tea so we have none” I found myself laughing more with him. “Thank you, Spence” He smiled and pulled a book out of his bag and the both of us began reading our books.

#spencer reid #mathew gray gubler #criminal minds #jj #Taylor Writes #taylorrulez

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bookwormscififan · 5 years ago

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JSE Egos as OC’s

This got drafted on the 16th of February. Just so you know.

So, this is me taking my versions of the egos and turning them into OC’s, like I stated I would a while back. They might have variants of names, or proper names, but they’re still basically the same people.

Under the cut is the character profiles for them.

Chase Brody

30, blond hair, blue eyes. Married age 25, separated. Video blogger, home owner. Two children, one boy and one girl [no names yet]. Wife (Stacy) currently missing. Lives with cousin in large double-storey house. Birthday Feb. 8

Henrik von Schneeple, Dr.

31, teal hair, blue eyes. Married age 24, divorced. Doctor, surgeon, cereal box medic. Three children, two boys and a girl. Wife (unnamed) divorced after final failed surgery; lives out of the country. Owns double-storey house with other family. Birthday Sept. 15

Jameson Jackson

29, teal hair, blue eyes. Unmarried. Clock/watch mender, shoe maker. Had a girlfriend before being transported from his time (1920′s). Lives with Chase and Henrik. Possible relation to Marvin. Birthday Oct. 31

Jackieboy Man (Jackie Brody)

28, green hair, blue eyes. Single. Street hero; video game maker. Friends with children on the street. Lives next door to Chase. Chase’s brother. Birthday July 10

Marvin the Magnificent (Marvin Jones)

29, green hair, blue eyes. Single. Magician; stage manager. Practices sorcery and other magic forms. Lives with Jackie. Suspiciously close to JJ. Birthday Aug. 11

Antisepticeye (Anton Brody)

Age unknown; dark green hair, blue eyes Single. Unemployed. Mishap with electrical cables rewrote his biology. Lives with Chase and Jackie on alternate weekends. Denies relation to Chase and Jackie. Birthday forgotten

Robbie the Zombie (Robert Davies)

Biological age 30, purple hair, milky white eyes. Single. Unemployed. Resurrected spontaneously. Lives with JJ. Possibly related to Marvin and JJ. Birthday unknown.

The Brodsens are cousins of the Jacksons/Jones families. The Schneeples are third cousins of the Jones family. The Davies are vaguely maiden related to the Jacksons.

Robbie sees Jameson as a brother. Chase sees JJ as a son. Marvin feels like JJ is a distant relative, but has no proof. Henrik has a brotherly bond with Chase.

Anti worked in a surveillance company that short-circuited while he was doing maintenance. Robbie climbed out of his grave twenty years after he was buried. JJ appeared in Henrik’s front room when Marvin was practising summoning spells.

Anti has control of the electricity in both houses, and hates power outs. Marvin commands several different forms of magic, including necromancy. JJ feels like he makes time stop when he’s really stressed, but cannot prove it.

JJ has a sister, who married a Jones before he was pulled forward in time. The Jackson-Jones family then became a Jones-Smith family, which then became a Smith-Davies family [I’ll make you a family tree when I’ve worked it out].

#writing #jse egos #which will be the last time i use this tag #jameson jackson #chase brody #henrik von schneeple #robbie the zombie #marvin the magnificent #jackieboy man #antisepticeye #also #just bc i made them my own #does not mean they are safe from angst

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obsidiancreates · 6 years ago

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A Magician, A God, A Demon, And a Who-Knows-What Hang Out In a Living Room

(Today is Marvin Day. Also Evelyn is referring to my OC, not Gab. Just so there’s no confusion. But yeah, Marvin hanging out with my three magical OCs!)

“So,” Evelyn said, upside-down on the chair, waving her feet in the air, “You’re the only magic one?”

Marvin nodded. “Well, JJ has some magic speech slides, but otherwise yeah.”

“Oh, what a shame,” Carter sighed, laying lenght-wise on the couch. “It must be terribly difficult to get your brothers to understand you abilities.”

“They don’t understand it, but they’re super supportive! They know it’s what I was born to do.”

Malum rolls his eyes at Carter and Evelyn. “Your magic is way different from ours, I don’t know why Carter is trying to act like it isn’t. Yours seems to require a lot more focus and skill.”

“Oh, you have no idea,” Marvin laughed. “And so much research! I’m up to my ass in elemental tomes alone! There is some stuff that comes pretty easy, though.” He snaps his fingers, and a green flame burst forth from his hands. “Like this! It’s the first spell I ever learned how to do.”

Carter tilted his head, watching the flames. “Impressive. I myself can’t even summon forth fire in such a way. Are you sure I’ve never blessed you?”

“Uh, we’re from different universes.”

Carter waves his hand. “Oh, I can’t keep track of how many dimensions I’ve been and when. Being a god does that, time becomes near meaningless unless spent with those who have precious little to spare.”

“Uh...okay.”

“Don’t mind him, he’s a drama queen” Evelyn said. Snappers walked over and sniffed curiously at Evelyn’s hair. “Oh, hi little dragon.”

Carter pouted. “As with time losing meaning, being a god makes one very prone to the dramatic. It’s not my fault. Now,” he got up and walked over to Marvin. “Would you like a blessing?”

Marvin squinted suspiciously at Carter. “What would that do?”

“Oh, it simply makes you a bit more clever and charming. It would aid in your studies quite a bit.”

Marvin frowned, still squinting. “And what’s in it for you?”

“Why, I offer this out of the generosity of my heart!”

Evelyn slid off the chair and sat criss-cross on the floor, apparently having a staring contest with Snappers. “Don’t worry, he’s not after your soul or anything. He just really likes blessing people.”

Carter grinned. “It’s my way of showing that I like someone.”

Marvin shook his head. “Thanks, but I’m not really there yet with trusting you.”

Carter bowed slightly. “Fair, I can’t say I am one who trusts easily either.”

“So, how does your magic work?”

Evelyn, still engaged in her staring contest with Snappers, holds her hand out, palm facing the ground. It glows a bright sky blue, and a small blue flower sprouts underneath the little dragon. Snappers makes a noise that a combination of a roar and a squawk as the flower lifts her up. The flower glows the same blue as Evelyn’s hand. Snappers sniffs it, and takes a nibble of one of the petals.

“Whoa!” Marvin launched forward. “Is that safe for her to eat?”

Evelyn nodded. “Yeah. I can grow them with different effects, this one just makes you sleepy.” She leans back. Snappers opens her mouth and yawns, fluttering up to Marvin’s shoulder for a nap. “It mostly plant magic, and a little to disguise myself to look more normal.”

“How...how do you really look?”

“I’ve got some horns and wings and glowing eyes. And claws.”

“Oh.” Marvin relaxed. “That’s not that bad. My magic has some blue in it, too.”

“Sweet! Magic fist-bump!”

Marvin let his magic surround his hand, the pastel green and blue lazily wrapping around it like a blanket. He bumped it with Evelyn’s bright-blue fist, and there was a small flash of blue light. Blue petals that became green fire at the ends drifted to the ground, somehow not catching anything else ablaze. Marvin’s eyes went wide. “Whoa...”

Evelyn picked one up. “Holy shit! That’s awesome!”

Marvin looked over at Malum. “What would happen if I gave you a fist bump? Flaming...tears?”

Malum laughed. “I doubt it. Probably just more fire. Or maybe really sad fire.”

“Oh...yikes.”

“Yeah, tragedy demon magic is ugly stuff.”

Marvin scooped up the flaming petals. “Can I keep these?” he asked Evelyn. She shrugged.

“Go for it.”

Marvin’s eyes lit up. “Oh, I’m going to study the shit out of these!”

Taglist (Will I ever not forget this before posting? Who knows): @victory-cookies @septic-dr-schneep @beerecordings @starlightxnightmare @sadcat5555 @evyptids @miishae @a-humble-narcissus

#My OCs #jacksepticeye #jacksepticeye egos #Marvin the Magnificent #Marvin the Magician #Malum Amandi #Evelyn Serenatis #Carter Clevman #fluff #fanfic #my attempts at fanfic #writing

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luverofsupernatural · 5 years ago

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Marvin!

UnFirst Impression

I didn’t realize he was gonna be an ego. Thought it was just Sean messing around with the magic set.

Impression Now

Magic goofball boy. He’s probably been captured by Anti and erased from Jack’s mind. Anti feeds off of Marvin’s powers, giving him more strength, while Marvin grows weaker, emotionally, mentally, physically, magically by the day.

Favourite Moment

In terms of meme-ability, the “Damn it all!” thing.Probably when he starts colouring in the mask. So calming and relaxing

Though, I keep thinking about when Jack just casual wore it for a hot second and was like “this thing” (I forget the video) and the “It’s magic bro!”

Idea for a Story

well, my small cop out for this is my ‘novel’ I’m writing called “The In-Between Time.” I say ‘novel’ because it’s gonna be chapters (at least 8 of them) I have no idea the length, but I’m gonna try to make them long. The first chapter was 4400 words for crying out loud. And, I’m in school rn, so probably not much writing gonna get done.

If you wanna read it, essentially it’s the adventures of a drunk Jackie and Marvin around the city all night long. It’s Jackie’s perspective, which is why I’m calling it my cop out for Marvin. I would really appreciate it if you gave checked it out though, because I really like how the first chapter came out

I also have my WIP “Messages”…. but that’s not exactly Marvin’s story……

maybe if I did a background building after Messages (prequel), then that would be something…

okay, so without too much detail, Marvin and OC person start hanging out in college. Follow a year and half long journey leading all the way up to Messages. Incoporate the end of Messages into it, then maybe the month afterwards, and that’s as far as my brain wanted to go.

And if you think I’m being vague, I am. Messages is… an interesting story concept I want to try out, i just need to write it out.

Also, feel free to DM me if you ever want me to rant about a WIP or a universe I created for one of my other stories

Unpopular Opinion

Marvin is kind of a screw-up. And I mean that like he breaks everything he touches. Clumsy kinda guy. Basically the definition of Murphy’s Law (meaning, anything that can go wrong will go wrong). He brings chaos wherever he goes.

Okay, this is more of a headcannon, but whatever

Favourite Relationship

I think he and Jackie have a good kinda thing (whatever brotherly chemistry is). But, I also like seeing Marvin interact with JJ.

Favourite Headcannon

Honestly, any headhcannon where he does have magic. Because the power hour, he was trying to fool his audience, but it was never established that he has powers, just that he is a magician (which, is usually just a performer trying to fool your audience).

If you want me to do someone else, Send me a Character!

#asked #answered #randowaffle #marvin #marvin the magician #im really enjoying these

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spencersawkward · 3 years ago

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switchblade faith//spencer reid - chapter 9

pairing: Fem!OC x Spencer

word count: 4.1k

content warnings: tattooing/tattoo aftercare, mostly fluffy!

A/N: hi! it's been a while since i updated this series, but i love it too much to leave it behind and i'm also always going to be obsessed with sub!spence. anyway, all my tattoos are stick and pokes atm so if some of the tattoo stuff if a little off, i'm sorry!

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it's really a matter of principle that keeps me bound to the promise. if I were a weaker woman, I would back down from the chair, would have shaken my head and told JJ that no, actually, I will not be getting something permanently inked on my body purely for the fulfillment of a bet.

but with most of the team around me and a couple flutes of champagne flowing through my veins, I give in. it's going to be small, even though I'm not going to see it until it's done. Penelope and Morgan being in charge of the design scares me, though. I start to get nervous that I'm going to end up with a unicorn tramp stamp.

"where are you gonna get it?" Garcia nudges my shoulder once we get inside the tattoo parlor. her eyes are traveling over all the intense artwork, which I can already tell is very much not her style. the walls are covered in intricate prints from past customers.

I think to myself for a moment. if I'm being completely honest, there's one place I've been meaning to get a tattoo, but never have. it's easy to hide, which is good. as long as the design they choose isn't horrifically embarrassing, I'll do it.

"I'm thinking..." I pull the waistband of my jeans down a little until it's right below my hip bone. "there."

"sexy." she says suggestively. I laugh.

"depending on what you guys have decided to give me, yeah." I angle for a hint, but Penny isn't caving.

"are you ready?" Morgan asks, having returned from the front desk area, where he's been talking to the artist. I take a deep breath, peer around at the rest of the team. we look like an odd bunch in here, an assortment of ages all gathered in a dark tattoo parlor.

Spencer's watching me with a concerned expression and I realize that I've been staring around for a decent amount of time. he doesn't say anything, although I've noticed that he's got a certain face he makes right before he does-- and he's making it.

"Clea, are you sure you wanna do this? you don't have to." JJ touches my shoulder suddenly. I realize that they think I'm genuinely worried and I let out a laugh.

"yeah, I'm fine," I turn to Morgan. "lead the way, handsome."

the tattoo artist has me lie down while he preps all his tools, snaps on his gloves. everyone sees me on my stomach and Emily gasps.

"are you getting a tramp stamp?"

"what? no," I giggle. "I'm gonna get it here." I show them the spot I just showed Penelope, and Spencer raises his eyebrows. Prentiss whispers something in Morgan's ear and the suave agent smirks.

"you're gonna like this." Penny grins. I glance at the tattoo artist to see how he reacts to that statement, but he's got a good poker face, unfortunately.

"are you being serious or are am I gonna hate all of you?" I ask.

"maybe a bit of both?" Spencer says in a slightly higher pitch, looking pleased to be in on the joke. I stare at him in disbelief.

"he knows what I'm getting, too?" I point disdainfully. Morgan laughs at the attitude.

"I told him on the way here."

I shake my head slowly and turn my attention to the boy genius, who is hiding a proud smile. there's a boyish quality to it that makes me feel a little better. I have to pull the side of my pants down as I turn on my side for the artist, and a peek of my black underwear makes Prentiss let out a whistling noise. my cheeks turn pink.

"shut up."

"are you ready?" the tattoo guy asks me. it's only then that I notice we're close to actually getting this done. I have no idea what's going on my body-- but there's no time like the present, right?

"sure."

it's the buzzing of the machine when he finally touches the needle to my skin that surprises me more than the pain itself. I feel myself resist the urge to move away, but I'm still enough for him to keep working.

"how's it feel?" Emily asks.

"like getting a tattoo." I wince. Penelope softens, looking between her coworkers guiltily.

"oh no," she complains, then comes over to me and grabs my hand in hers. "is this better?"

I squeeze tightly at the stinging sensation across my thigh, but she doesn't pull away at all.

"yeah." I smile. everyone is watching me intently, so much so that it puts me off a bit. "can we talk about something, maybe? it doesn't help when you're all staring."

"sure," JJ grins. "so..."

the pressure to start a conversation kills any potential for one, and then Spencer clears his throat. "anybody wanna see a cool magic trick?"

I snort and the rest of the team lets out a chuckle as the genius pulls a deck of cards out of his pants pocket. Morgan pats his shoulder. "I hope it works this time."

"it worked last time!" Reid protests, but his cheeks have taken on a slightly rosy hue. I watch him shuffle the mysterious deck and do some fancy tricks that I've never seen before, the corner of his mouth quirking with a sudden air of confidence.

Penelope is still holding my hand, and I can feel the metal of her sparkly rings pressing against my fingers. I choose to focus on the theatrical movements that Spencer is definitely using on purpose instead of the strange, sharp pain.

he fans out the cards and shows them to me, smiling. "pick a card, any card."

"hmm..." I tap my chin thoughtfully and stare at the bright red designs covering the back. I wonder if it's a rigged deck, or if he actually knows tricks. he doesn't seem like the type of person to be into magic. but then again, Spencer is full of surprises. I grab a random one in the middle, pluck it out and memorize it. a red six of spades.

"alright, then..." he grins and slams the deck back into one neat pile, then does some weird shuffling move again and shows the fanned-out deck to Morgan this time. "your turn."

Morgan's gaze flickers between the cards and Reid's face, which is trying to suppress a smile. the dimple on the right side of his cheek twitches once. when Derek taps a card near the end, Spencer nods and does the same thing that he did when I picked one.

except this time, as soon as he's got the whole deck together, he taps them a bit too hard and they go flying. fifty-two-pick-up style, Queens and Kings and Jokers tumbling to the linoleum floor in a defeated descent. my eyes widen and second-hand embarrassment rolls in, followed by the team's stunned silence.

I even feel the tattoo artist falter a bit in his work.

"oh." Spencer says. JJ puts her hand on his shoulder.

"Spence, it's fine."

"no, no, it's not-- I practiced this, like, fifty times last night--" his face is bright red as he drops to his knees. Penelope glances once at you and you return her stare with a pitying expression. Emily goes to help him, then Morgan and JJ.

"let me just..." he gathers up the remaining cards that they hand him, putting them back together into the pile again. I watch as he goes through them, somehow counting at lightning speed before frowning. "we're missing one."

everyone looks around, but it's obvious that there aren't any more stray cards lying about. I feel bad for him, not only because it didn't work but because he practiced it so much. I've been wondering what he does on the weekends-- magic tricks never even crossed my mind.

then Spencer's face lights up.

he comes over to me and gestures to my side, right by the spot where the tattoo artist is working. "may I?"

"uh--" I glance down at where he's pointing, the small patch of bare stomach. "sure?"

his fingertips graze beneath my tummy, between my skin and the smooth leather of the tattoo table, and snatch a card out from under me. it's barely a touch, but my breath hitches in my throat. my fingers tighten just slightly around Penelope's.

he holds up a red six of spades. the enormous grin on his face gives him away. "this wouldn't happen to be your card, would it?"

I gasp and nod, amazement on my face before it's wiped away by the sharp pain of the needle. Spencer displays the red six of spades to the whole team, then basks in their surprised applause.

Emily's smiling in disbelief. "you really had us going for a second."

"wait, wait--" I poke his leg and Spencer turns to me. "how did you do that?"

there's no way he could have hidden it there without me knowing; if he had slipped a card beneath my bare skin, surely I would have felt it. but the magic man just shrugs and shakes his head at me.

"a good magician never shares their secrets, Clea."

this time, the blush spreads over my cheeks. he's cocky right now, and I'd be lying if I said I'm not enjoying it. he's in his element, I realize, even if it is an unexpected one. and as he puts the cards into his back pocket, the group erupts with questions.

he's done magic before in front of them, but they seem to be awestruck by his performance this time. admittedly, I think the whole klutz act really added a nice dramatic element to it.

I'm mostly quiet for the rest of the tattooing process, although everyone else is chattering about the trick and how well the ink is going to turn out. I'm still wracking my brain for ideas of what they chose, but I honestly don't know. I've been banned from peeking.

maybe this was a mistake-- I've only recently joined this team, and already allowed them to decide what's going to be on my body forever. at least it's small. and maybe I'll actually like it; who knows?

when the artist lets out a satisfied sigh and turns the needle off, however, I find myself twisting around and staring frantically at the new design.

"oh my god."

it's a tiny airplane, with two dotted loopty-loops behind it. just small enough to be adorable.

"what do you think?" Garcia asks, eyeing it herself. they all gather around to admire the new design that sits on the outside of my upper thigh. I giggle.

"I love it."

"don't sound so relieved." Emily laughs. I can't help the bubbly excitement in my stomach.

"sorry, I just didn't know what to expect."

Spencer is staring at the ink when he turns to the tattoo artist. "how long until you think it'll be healed?"

the guy stands up to get treatment stuff for it. "I'd say about two weeks, but it varies from person to person." he leaves to grab cling film.

"I thought for sure you'd be the one to know that." I smirk at the genius. he shoves his hands in his pockets, makes sure the artist is out of earshot, and then looks back at you.

"I do know." he scoffs.

"uh huh." I laugh.

"actually, for the record," he lowers his voice. "I'd recommend at least three weeks instead of two. the last thing you want is infected flesh."

"yum, Spencer. thanks for that image." I smile with wide eyes and he shrugs.

...

it's quiet when I shut the door of my apartment shut behind me. I've got a bag full of supplies with me to clean the new art, and I'm feeling lethargic after getting lunch with the team. because Rossi wasn't around to foot the bill, I made the mistake of offering to pay.

we've got the day off after the most recent slew of cases, so I've determined to spend the rest of my day well. I could curl up with a nice documentary, or I could scrub my kitchen and do a little tidying up around here. god knows the film of dust on my bookshelves needs to be wiped away.

oh my god.

am I boring? maybe. possibly.

I shake the thought from my head and bring my things into the kitchen to organize. after spending a few hours cleaning up, I go out grocery shopping, then come home to sit down with a book. my errands take up so much time, I don't even notice the DC sunlight sinking beneath the harsh lines of the city, drenching my apartment in a silky darkness poked through with lit lamps.

it's already 9pm and I kind of want to hang out with someone, but I doubt any of the team wants to spend any more time with me than they did before lunch. or they might have plans with their families.

well, I know one person who definitely doesn't have plans.

I pull out my phone and hit Spencer's contact before I can talk myself out of it, knowing full well that it's not a big deal but still becoming a little nervous. it rings three times before he picks up.

"hello?"

"hey, Spencer."

"Clea. what's-- what's up?" he sounds more confused than anything. probably because I just saw him about an hour ago.

"I know it's late, but do you wanna come over? I'm bored and I feel like you know more about tattoo cleaning than I do." it's a weak excuse.

"why would I know more about tattoo cleaning--"

"you know damn well why, Reid," I laugh. "don't fish for compliments."

there's a slight laugh on the other end of the line before he replies. "I'll be over soon."

I wait patiently, preparing two mugs of coffee in the meantime. I'm sure we'll both want the caffeine, because I have no urge to turn in early tonight. my stomach twists a bit when he calls to tell me he's here, and I go to let him in. I'm not nervous.

except I actually am a little bit nervous when I open the door and there's Spencer with a shy smile and a coat that's a bit too big for him. it hangs off his narrow frame, and I realize that it must have just started raining. his hair is wet and there are dark spots on his clothes where the water has seeped through.

"get inside, my god." I move aside so he can come into the apartment and warm up. he walks in, looks around at my walls. I realize that he's never been here before. "welcome to my humble abode, Dr. Reid."

"it's nice." he compliments without much emotion. I lock the door and turn just in time to see his hand shaking at his side.

"thanks. let me take your coat." I glance out the window, where I now notice the rain pelting the glass.

Spencer shrugs off his jacket and hesitantly lets me hang it on the hook by the door before turning to him with my hands on my hips. "so, how are you?"

"I'm good," he smiles a little and runs a hand through his hair. "I actually read an article on the way here about those psychedelic mushrooms we were discussing the other day."

"is that, like, our thing, now?" I joke and gesture to the couch, where two mugs of hot coffee rest on coasters. he sits down gingerly on the cushions, sitting at the very opposite end of the couch from me.

"I can send it to you, if you'd like." he smiles.

"please do. I've been hoping for some titillating reading, recently." I hand him the mug and he stop before taking a sip.

"how many sugars did you put in this?"

"relax, genius, I'm not out to get you--" I catch his eye. "yet."

he giggles and takes a sip, then another. the smile tugging at my lips is too obvious for my liking; I'm just glad that I got the amount of sugar correct. it would have been funny to ambush him with a sweetness attack, although I think making him come here in the rain was punishment enough.

"have you ever had oat milk?" he asks out of the blue. I frown.

"yeah, why?"

"just wondering. I'm lactose intolerant and was considering trying it."

"you're lactose intolerant?"

"mhmm." he nods enthusiastically.

"I watched you eat three yogurt cups in a row yesterday." I chuckle at the memory of it. he eats so much and remains as skinny as a telephone pole.

"I love dairy." he shrugs it off. I pull my legs up beneath me on the couch and give him a serious expression.

"well, personally, I think oat milk tastes horrendous and it makes me want to vomit, but you should try it."

"noted."

we start to talk about various nondairy alternatives for coffee and it ends up being a surprisingly fun conversation. talking to Spencer has its own charm-- it's not just a conversation, it's a fully immersive experience. from his ambitious vocabulary to the unconscious gestures he makes, all of it keeps me hooked.

I rest my cheek on my palm, elbow leaning against the back of the couch while I nod along to him talking about almond farming. he's got a disdainful expression on his face as he brings up its environmental consequences, punctuating every few sentences with another sip of his coffee.

the rain is still pouring outside. thunder occasionally rolls over the sky and shakes the windows in their panes. my eyes flit from his face to the view when a flash of lightning catches my attention.

"--sorry, we should clean your tattoo." he seems to catch himself mid-thought, realizing that he came here to help me and not just rant about the business of almonds. I smile.

"no worries. this stuff is interesting to me, too."

"there's this documentary out now about it, too, that I've been meaning to watch."

"really?"

"yeah!" his face lights up. "if you want, we can--" he clears his throat. "we can watch it together."

he blushes as he says it, and I can tell that he's worried about how his intentions will come off. he can't take it back, so he runs the pad of his index over his middle finger and fidgets in a subtle way.

"that sounds like fun." I don't want him to feel weird. we've only hung out a few times, and I'm sort of looking forward to it.

"great," he straightens and adjusts his shirt, which has gotten slightly rumpled from his curling up on the couch. his tie is crooked, too. "where are the cleaning supplies?"

"in the kitchen."

"perfect, we should be doing it in there anyway." he stands, pushes a bit of his hair behind his ear while he waits for me to follow-- and I do, albeit with a wince from my tender side. it doesn't hurt as much as I expected.

he follows me into the minuscule kitchen and doesn't hesitate to start going through the things the artist gave me to take home. there's some foam wash and special moisturizer for it, not a lot. it's small enough that the care will be minimal, which is reassuring.

it's only when Spencer's washing his hands that I realize I'll need to unbutton my pants again in order to reach the tattoo. which means this is about to get at least slightly awkward for the both of us.

he turns around just in time to see me unzipping my jeans and his eyes widen.

"how else do you expect to clean it?" I laugh, and he gulps, visibly. his Adam's apple bobs in his throat and he nods in understanding.

"y-yeah, of course." his eyes are everywhere but on me. suddenly, my kitchen walls are incredibly interesting.

I shove down the waistband of my pants until they're just below my upper thigh, then I sit up on the counter and clear my throat. "I can cover some of myself if that makes you more comfortable."

"no, no, that's okay--" he speaks too quickly, then recognizes his mistake. "it's okay. this shouldn't take very long, anyway."

without another word, I shrug and watch him delicately peel away the film. his fingertips are back to barely touching my skin, just like when he pulled that card out from beneath me, and I stop breathing for a moment.

there's also a gel-like substance under the covering, which he tells me is just standard petroleum jelly. Spencer moves with a near surgical (and altogether unnecessary) precision. his eyes are glued to my skin as if forcing them not to stray to my now exposed panties. it doesn't feel sexual at all because it's not, thankfully.

when he uses the foam wash and begins to rub it into my skin, he frowns with concern and looks up at me. "is this okay? you can do it yourself if--"

"it's fine, Reid," I answer too quickly this time. heat rushes to my cheeks. "I honestly thought this was going to be a more complicated process than it really is."

"it's pretty simple, especially for something this small." he shrugs. "obviously, you don't want to get it infected, so I'd just think of it as treating a cut."

silence in our respective positions at the moment makes me nervous, so I change the subject.

"magic tricks, huh?" if anything, I need to distract myself from the way his hand is rubbing over my skin in a totally nonsexual and platonic way.

he relaxes a little, lifting his gaze to mine with a somewhat pleased countenance. "yeah, I love magic."

it's like peeling back a corner of wallpaper and seeing a shade of red beneath; not a lot, but enough to pique my curiosity. "a man of science?"

Spencer shakes his head at the air of faux sophistication I pour into it. "the world needs some wonder."

he says it in an offhand way, although I feel the weight of it from the way he runs a damp paper towel over the last of the cleansing foam. his touch presses into me and his eyes are lowered in a slightly distant way.

"how long have you been into it?" I fight the urge to ask a million questions at once.

"since I was a kid," he jerks back to attention. the grin on his face tells you just how special this is to him. "I used to buy all the books and practice for my mom constantly."

"did you ever do the trick with the never-ending string of handkerchiefs?" I recall one of the only classic moves I know. Reid laughs.

"that one's easy."

"what about the coin behind the ear?" I throw out another one.

Spencer straightens, doesn't even bother to set down the paper towel, before reaching up behind my ear and pulling away with a shiny quarter set between his thumb and forefinger. "you mean this one?"

there it is again, that confidence I saw in the tattoo parlor. he's standing just close enough for me to notice, and I grin as I snatch the metal out of his hand and set it on the counter beside me. "thanks."

"no problem." he laughs.

"you should do that more often."

"the coin trick? I'd go broke." he jokes. I laugh at the rare appearance of Spencer's playful side, hoping to get a bit more of it before we have to go back to being serious at work.

"magic in general, I mean. I think it would brighten up the office a bit."

he thinks about it for a moment, washing his hands again. the sound of the faucet reminds me to put my lotion on my leg. I get to it while he thinks of what to say.

"yeah, maybe you're right."

"I still find it funny that you're into that kind of stuff." I say honestly. of all the things for him to nerd out about, this feels almost comically unexpected. but Reid only gives me a shy smile before replying.

"it always made my mom laugh when I was a kid."

"is she also good at it?"

"tricks? no," he chuckles. there's a washcloth between his long, slender fingers that he's been using to dry them for the past two minutes. at this point, I think he's doing it to keep from fidgeting. "she says it's an old fashioned thing, and that only made me wanna do it more."

"well," I cap the bottle and set it down on the counter, pull my jeans up and lean against the counter with a smile. "I like old fashioned."

Spencer gives a friendly smile. "me too."

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