#but I would also go to bat for most of my co workers

[on-lock-down]

Working in a restaurant is a fucking nightmare but also cathartic????

[fanficshiddles]

Eternally Mine, Chapter 43

It was Thursday and Louise was at work, it was just after lunch time when one of her co-workers knocked on her office door with a big grin on her face.

‘What’s up?’ Louise asked.

‘Come see.’ Her co-worker tilted her head.

Louise frowned and made her way into the bookstore. She followed her co-worker towards the front, by the till. There was a big vase of roses and a box of her favourite chocolates with a small note attached.

She blushed hard when she was told it was for her. She looked at the note and felt all giddy.

To my lovely pumpkin.

Thought these might brighten up your desk. Dinner tonight? Let me know.

All my love, Chris xxx

‘I knew you were dating someone but I didn’t realise it was so serious now.’ Her other co-worker who was working on the till said with a grin.

‘Yeah, it’s very serious.’ Louise couldn’t stop smiling as she smelled the roses.

She went back to her office feeling over the moon. She couldn’t believe he was openly sending her flowers and chocolate at work.

She took her phone out and sent him a text.

L: Thank you for the flowers and chocolate! Definitely want to see you tonight if you’re around. xxx

C: I’m a bat, I can be anywhere, anytime ;) What time do you finish work? xxx

L: I finish at half five on Thursdays. xxx

C: I’ll meet you then. See you soon. xxx

Louise ended up clock watching for the rest of the afternoon, and it completely dragged. She kept thinking about the long weekend they had together, and how much she just wanted to be around him constantly now.

She started blushing as she thought to Monday night when she’d gone back to his for an extra night, they had stayed up a bit late. He’d spent most of the time with his head down between her thighs. Forcing orgasm after orgasm out of her, even when she thought she couldn’t give anymore he got another, calling her a good girl.

She loved it when he called her his good girl. She wasn’t really sure why, it just made her feel fuzzy. The way he was also a little dominant with her, she was rather surprised at how much she loved that.

But mostly, she loved how safe and loved he made her feel. How he wasn’t ashamed of being with her, that he willingly wanted to be affectionate, even on front of people.

And that point was proved even more when five thirty finally rolled round and she was locking up the book shop with her two colleagues.

Chris was waiting outside for her, looking so handsome. He was wearing a suit, without a tie. A white shirt with black trousers and a suit jacket. She liked how you could still see his neck tattoos though and the ones on his hands.

Her co-workers oo’ed and giggled when Louise rushed over to him and they hugged tightly.

‘Cut it out guys.’ She called to them with a blush, making them laugh.

‘It’s just good to see you so happy, Lou! See you tomorrow.’ One of them called and waved at them before they headed off.

Chris titled her head up so he could kiss her on the lips. ‘Hello, my love.’ He hummed.

‘Hi.’ She whispered shyly, her cheeks going red.

‘Even after everything we did together last weekend, I can still make you blush with just a kiss?’ He chuckled and fanned his fingers down her cheek.

‘I doubt I’ll ever stop blushing around you.’ She admitted.

‘I hope sending you flowers and chocolates at work was ok?’ He asked as he took her hand and they began walking.

‘Absolutely, yeah!’ Louise gushed happily. ‘It was a nice surprise.’

‘I figured since school is out a little earlier on Thursdays, it would be a good day to take you out for dinner. Have got that money I won from David to spend, after all.’ He grinned.

‘I forgot about that.’ Louise laughed. ‘Do you mind if we nip to mine first so I can get changed?’

‘Of course not.’ Chris agreed while he rubbed the back of her hand with his thumb, making her skin tingle.

‘I’m so glad it’s almost the weekend. Work has been a nightmare lately.’ Louise sighed as they walked.

‘What’s been going on?’ Chris asked.

‘I don’t wanna bore you with it.’ Louise shrugged.

‘You can tell me. A problem shared is a problem halved. If it makes you feel better to rant, rant away, pumpkin. You listen to me going on about my work enough.’ Chris said softly and squeezed her hand.

‘We’ve got a new employee, she started about three weeks ago. She’s been nothing but a nightmare. Giving discounts willy nilly to customers, which totally messes up the accounts on my end. Plus, she shouldn’t even be giving discounts out! That’s not for her to decide. She also puts any returns back wrong, doesn’t put stock out properly. They end up in the completely wrong place when she’s doing stock and when customers ask other employees where a certain book is, it takes ages to find it! I’m doing the end of month accounts now, and we are missing seventy quid! I’ve spent the whole week trying to find out where it’s gone. We’ve never had an issue with unaccounted for money until she started. She must’ve given more discounts to people without noting it down!’ Louise stopped and took a deep breath. ‘Sorry… Just, so infuriating.’

‘Aww, pumpkin. I’m sorry you’re having a tough time at work.’ Chris put his arm around her and pulled her into him. He kissed the top of her head and kept her close as they turned down her street. ‘Have you spoken to management about her?’

‘Yeah, but they keep saying she’s just getting into the swing of it, to give her a chance.’ Louise sighed.

‘Surely when they realise there’s money missing though, they will do something about her. Give her warnings?’

‘You’d think so. They have already told her to calm down with the discounts, that it’s down to the store managers discretion for them. Though it hasn’t stopped her. Miriam, the store manager, is fuming, but she’s unable to do anything without upper managements permission. Plus, it will be my ass on the line because I’m the accountant.’

‘You’ve been working there for what, three years? Without any missing money, they are bound to realise this is due to the new employee.’ Chris said, trying to help ease her mind.

‘I hope so… but I’m not holding my breath over it.’

They arrived at Louise’s place and she stood awkwardly in the middle of her living room. ‘Well, welcome to my home. This is pretty much it. Bedroom is through there and the en-suite. The kitchen is that way… That’s it, really. It’s not much, but it’s home.’ She shrugged.

‘It’s lovely, sweetheart.’ Chris smiled as he looked around.

She had made it very homely, even if it wasn’t that large. It was very cosy and furnished beautifully. He followed her into her bedroom when she went to change. He smiled when he spotted the Shinx plush on her bed.

‘You never told me that you already have a sleeping buddy.’ Chris pouted and folded his arms over his chest as he leaned against the wardrobe, while she looked in said wardrobe for something to wear.

Louise looked over her shoulder at the Shinx and she laughed. ‘Oh yeah, he’s a great cuddle buddy.’

Chris let out a low growl and moved in on her, he went behind her and wrapped his arms around her from behind as he playfully nibbled at her neck and tickled her sides, making her squeak and laugh as she melted into him.

‘Ok, nowhere near as good as you.’ She laughed.

‘That’s what I like to hear.’ He chuckled and kissed her neck.

‘Where are you thinking for dinner? I don’t know what to wear. My brain is just not working after today.’ She whined.

‘Aww, baby. We can stay in and get takeaway if you’d rather? I don’t mind, whatever you’d prefer.’ Chris said softly as he kept her in his arms and rested his chin on her head.

‘No, I’d like to go out. I just don’t know what to wear.’ She sighed.

‘What about that dress?’ Chris pointed to one of her dark blue dresses, it was a nice dress but not too fancy. It was comfortable, yet she would still look good next to Chris in his suit.

‘Good choice.’ She nodded and reached out to grab it.

Chris gave her shoulders a squeeze and kissed the top of her head, then pulled away to sit on her bed while she got changed in the bathroom. She didn’t take too long, just got dressed and then put on a little make-up and brushed her hair, she decided to leave it down and it was naturally wavy.

‘I’ve sort of been thinking about getting my hair dyed…’ She said as she emerged from the bathroom.

Chris’ eyes trailed down her body and back up again, she looked amazing in anything but that dress was beautiful on her.

‘Yeah? What colour are you thinking?’ He asked as he stood up and walked over to her, slipping his arms around her to pull her into him.

‘I was thinking blue, but not sure whether to dye it all blue or not… but would you mind, if I changed my hair colour?’ She asked shyly as she put her hands on his chest.

‘Absolutely not. It’s your body, you do whatever you want. You don’t need to ask for my permission for anything to do with your body.’ Chris said as he cupped her face.

‘So… you wouldn’t mind if I got my ears and nose re-pierced?’

‘Of course not. If you ask me again about anything to do with changing your body, I will take you over my knee and spank you until your ass is raw!’ He growled playfully and slid a hand down to her ass, squeezing in warning.

Her eyes widened a little and Chris sensed her heartbeat spike, then he got a whiff of arousal from her. He raised an eyebrow at her.

‘Ohhh, does the thought of being draped across my lap, being spanked, arouse you?’ He hummed low with a smirk.

She buried her face against his chest to hide, her cheeks on fire.

‘It does, doesn’t it?’ He chuckled and slid a hand up to the back of her neck, squeezing firmly.

‘To be honest, I don’t think there’s much you could do to me that wouldn’t arouse me…’ Louise said as she glanced up at him.

Chris grinned and dipped his head down to kiss her. ‘That is the wrong thing to tell me, pumpkin. You have no idea what you’d be unleashing…’ He growled over her lips.

‘I want to explore things with you. I trust and love you, I’ve already found myself being excited over things that I didn’t think I would be.’ She admitted.

‘Oh yeah? Like what?’ Chris asked, though he was sure he already had an idea.

‘Well, I uh… you know.’ She said bashfully.

‘No, I don’t… Come on, be a good girl and use your words for me.’ He said softly yet firmly, making her melt, knowing exactly what he was doing.

‘Like… that! I uhm… like it when you praise me.’ She whispered. ‘And when you take charge, kinda thing…’

Chris smiled and brushed his thumb over her lower lip. ‘I had a feeling already that you did. I can tell by your heartbeat and your arousal what you seem to like.’ He winked at her.

Louise giggled and hid her face behind her hands. Chris laughed and tugged her hands away so he could press his forehead against hers.

‘There is so much we can explore, my love. We have a whole life time together.’

‘We do.’ Louise said giddily.

They reluctantly managed to pull away from one another to get going for dinner.

‘By the way, have you thought about maybe dyeing half your hair blue? The lower half? Or doing dark blue at the top and getting lighter as it goes down. Or you could do half and half, or even strips. There are so many possibilities.’ Chris said as they walked to the restaurant.

Louise was delighted that Chris not only didn’t mind what she did with her hair, but that he was also helping with suggestions.

‘I’m getting my hair cut next month. I could ask my hairdresser if she could fit you in too? She’s really good with knowing what would suit someone, could go over some options with you. I’ve had multiple colours done by her.’ He suggested.

‘Really? That would be awesome.’ Louise’s face lit up brightly.

At dinner, it was nice and romantic. Louise couldn’t stop blushing as Chris was extra charming with her. He ordered them some wine, though they didn’t drink much since they both had work the next day. Plus, Chris was a bit worried about drinking too much since there was more of a threat for the vampires lately.

Chris walked Louise home afterwards, and had planned to just fly home.

‘Do you want to stay the night? Fly home in the morning?’ Louise asked hopefully.

‘If you’re sure?’ Chris asked, trying to hide the excitement in his voice.

‘Definitely.’ Louise nodded very eagerly.

Chris knew that she was tired, so he didn’t initiate sex that night. Louise really wanted to, but she was so tired she didn’t think she’d have much energy at all. Chris found he just craved being in her presence, to hold her.

When they went to bed, Chris picked Shinx up and glared at him. ‘Alright buddy. I know this is your bed, but you need to play nice and share with me too tonight. Deal?’ He said to him, then held the Shinx to his ear for a moment and nodded. He patted it on the head and put it back down next to Louise’s pillow.

‘He said it’s fine for tonight.’ Chris smirked.

Louise fell into a fit of laughter and playfully hit him with a pillow. ‘You’re such a goof.’

Chris laughed and pounced on her, making her laugh more as he rolled them around a bit then settled down with her in his arms.

‘Well, I don’t want to get electrocuted during the night. Best to make peace beforehand.’ He smirked.

Louise shook her head and buried her face into the crook of his neck. ‘I love you. Big scary vampire.' She giggled.

‘I love you too, pumpkin. So much.’ He replied and kissed the top of her head. ‘Do you want to come over to mine tomorrow night for the weekend again?’

‘I was hoping you were going to ask that.’ Louise nodded against him.

Chris smiled and squeezed her tighter.

-

The following week, on Thursday again, Louise received fresh flowers for her vase and more chocolates. With a sweet note attached. Chris then met her after work and spent the night. It became a weekly thing for them on Thursdays, something that Louise looked forward to a lot. Especially with how stressful work was for her. Having constant fresh flowers on her desk kept her smiling.

Every weekend she spent at Chris’ place. After she was done with work on Friday, since she finished early that day, she would head straight over to Chris’ until Sunday night or Monday morning, depending on what time she had to start on the Monday.

She started making a lunch for Chris either on Monday morning or Sunday night for him before she left. Usually a fancy sandwich with some fresh ingredients she would get from in the city. And she would leave a note for him.

They both kept their notes they got from one another. They just couldn’t get enough of each other, and wanted to spend every minute they possibly could together.

[batwritings]

Idk I'm basing off a tiktok animation trend I saw but gromsko or Krueger are invited by their Co worker or a fellow opt asking them to join dinner with their family, and their like sure. When the day comes they go "also meet my son" and comes in transfem reader, obviously a very pretty woman 😭 I'm sorry if this is weird, there's a lack of transfem reader so I'm desperate

OKAY LISTEN, I LOVE THIS IDEA-- And it's true, I feel; us transmasc folks do tend to get more of the spotlight when it comes to x reader fics. We need to give the queens their love too! Enjoy!~

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Krueger wasn't exactly certain how he found himself in this situation. It wasn't that he was unaccustomed per se, at fancy get togethers such as this. His time in the military as well as his status had lent him and invite to plenty of office parties. So when another Chimera operator had approached him, asking if he'd attend their family's party as a plus one, he wasn't inclined to say no. Being a plus one meant getting in free and not necessarily having to do much mingling with the strangers around him.

Unfortunately for the Austrian man, everyone and their mother seemed curious as to who he was there with. Surely it wasn't that uncommon for well-dressed men to end up alone at a fancy party, was it? He was beginning to question if he was out of his element, more suited for the field when another glamorous couple approached.

"Sebastian Krueger is it?" The man said, extending his hand to be shook. "My wife and I have heard so much about you."

Krueger takes the man's hand out of politeness. "You have, have you?" He asks, still completely oblivious as to who the two strangers were.

"Oh yes, our son tells us all about what a fantastic mentor you are," the wife goads, her haughty tone making the Austrian's eyebrow twitch. "He's the one who invited you did he not?"

"Mother, father, give him some breathing room please..." Comes a familiar voice. The couple part to make you known and Krueger can't help the way his eyebrows raise. The aforementioned "son" was none other than you, the new recruit, and the most gorgeous woman the soldier had laid eyes on.

"Absolut atemberaubend..." He mumbles under his breath before clearing his throat. "Y/N, your parents could use some manners in introductions, schatz." The man steps forward between your mother and father, the pair looking rather shocked whether by your appearance or his response, neither of you would know. He takes your hand softly in his bigger calloused one, pressing a kiss to the back of it.

"K-Krueger...!" Your face heats up at his actions, staring up at him as he comes to stand before you proper. The musicians your parents hired begin to play a slower song, leading your mentor to drag you away to the dance floor proper. He guides you in a slow back-and-forth, your dress flowing softly behind you. "You didn't have to do that."

"Nonsense," Kruger tells you, one hand on your waist while the other still holds your soft hand. "They can bear one night of addressing their daughter properly. You do look rather stunning."

You can't help but laugh and break eye contact from him. "Stop that!" You laugh, lightly batting his shoulder. "...I do pass though, right?"

"You, Y/N are the most stunning woman here...and don't let anyone, especially not your bigoted parents tell you otherwise."

[thedreamworldlibrary]

Nothing Bad Happens-Let’s Trick or Treat (Halloween Special)

Hey guys! Got a Halloween special for Nothing Bad Happens AU for you all! I wanted to try and get started on an October month challenge, but nothing seemed to work and click with me. Not only that work and life were stressful on me at the start of October, so my motivation was out the window.

Big thanks to @gigilefache for beta reading!

The Halloween costumes for the founders in this fanfic are based off of @myemyehere Halloween costumes he created last year over on his art blog.

Happy Halloween!!

It was the beginning of October, and Wiatt and his fellow employees at Dreamworld were grabbing boxes filled with Halloween decorations to decorate the facility with. Audrey and Andrew had been hanging fake bats and ghosts on the ceiling, while Pen and Wiatt put Halloween stickers all over the windows.

“Hey Wiatt!” Andrew exclaimed. Wiatt looked up at his co-worker, “are you going to dress up for Halloween?”

“Dress up?” Wiatt asked.

Audrey nodded as she hung one of the bats up on the ceiling. “The Founders are allowing us to wear our costumes at work on Halloween.”

Wiatt sighed, “I’m not sure. I haven’t dressed up since high school,” he replied. That specific day was Lewis’s Halloween party, where everyone dressed up while watching horror movies. It ended an hour earlier thanks to one of Lewis’s theater buddies bringing gruesome horror movies that left everyone traumatized.

“Well, you should!” Pen exclaimed. “Most of us are doing a group dress-up.”

“Group dress up?” Wiatt asked as he put a ghost sticker on the door.

Andrew nodded as he handed Audrey the rest of the decorations. “Yeah, Audrey and her mom know how to make costumes, so we decided to dress up as characters from our favorite shows, games, and other stuff.” He explained.

“I added that it would be fun to group up with other workers if interested and we can do one series we like and dress up as those characters,” Audrey added.

Wiatt raised an eyebrow, “like a convention?”

“Exactly! Only we’ll be working!” Pen replied.

Wiatt chuckled, now thinking about it sounded fun to dress up with his fellow co-workers. “Alright, I’ll join in. What form of media will you be dressing up as?”

“Well, Andrew, Pen, and I are going to dress up as characters from Heroes of Destiny!” Audrey explained.

“We are trying to get Hayden to join us,” Pen said.

Wiatt chuckled, he heard of the comic Heroes of Destiny. It was this new pony comic series that got people hooked like the pony cartoon that aired 10 years ago. He followed the series from time to time.

Mike, who was putting fake pumpkins on the tables, said, “Alyssa and I are going to dress up as characters from Spellmania.” He explained.

Wiatt also heard of Spellmania, like with Heroes of Destiny, he’d follow the series from time to time, but the lore of Spellmania interested him.

“Well…if you want I can partner with you and Alyssa with dressing up?” Wiatt asked.

“Of course!” Mike replied.

Wiatt smiled, and so did his fellow co-workers. “Now we just need to get Hayden!” Andrew exclaimed.

“Nope! I’m not dressing up!” Hayden exclaimed as he walked by looking at his phone.

“Don’t worry I have ways,” Audrey said.

“Should I be worried?” Pen asked. Audrey shook her head in reply. “Okay.”

Wiatt chuckled as he put up more decorations with his co-workers.

Not long after, Alyssa came running by before stopping and seeing her boyfriend and co-workers. “Hey guys!” She beamed.

Mike stopped what he was doing and went over to give his girlfriend a hug and a kiss. “Hey, Lyss. What’s going on?” He asked.

“Well, Lewis pulled me aside and said if we need any props or outfit ideas for costumes we can go to Staract anytime before Halloween,” Alyssa explained. 

“Awesome!” Andrew beamed.

Alyssa nodded, “I was thinking before we open, we can take turns looking for costumes.”

“That’s great!” Audrey exclaimed.

“Yeah, Mike, do you want to come with me to find stuff for our costumes?” Alyssa asked.

“Sure,” Mike replied. “Hey, Wiatt! Want to come with us?”

Wiatt looked over at his co-workers who gave him a nod. “Alright, you got it covered guys?” He asked.

“Yep! We got it!” Andrew exclaimed, giving a thumbs up.

Wiatt smiled and went off with his two co-workers to Staract.

At Staract, Starlight was leading the founders to the costume room. He opened the door and looked at three, “well darlings, with the amount of costumes in here I’m sure you’ll find a costume!” Starlight beamed. “Although, why don’t you three go to a costume store?”

“Well, when we were growing up, the three of us always made our costumes. Thanks to me!” Lewis explained, pointing at himself.

“Plus, costume stores don’t carry good costumes anymore,” Oliver added.

“And we’re not wearing cheap knock-off costumes.” Sara finished.

Starlight nodded taking in the opinions from the founders. “Understandable.” He said. “Do you guys know what you’ll dress up as?”

The founder trio looked at each other, before replying back to Starlight. “No clue.” They said at the same time.

“Well, I’ll be getting ready for my performance for today’s show. You three have fun okay?” Starlight explained.

“Okay!” The founder trio replied.

Starlight smiled and left the stage to start practicing for today’s show.

Lewis, Sara, and Oliver went through the many costumes in the dressing room, but weren’t sure what to wear. “We can do animals again,” Oliver suggested.

“Darling we did that back in high school for Carly’s 8th birthday,” Lewis replied. “Sure it would be fun, but I figured we do something new this year.”

“Okay,” Oliver replied as he kept looking.

“We could dress as the animatronics?” Sara suggested.

Lewis felt uneasy about it, but Oliver thought about it. “It would make sense since this is our first Halloween event,” Oliver replied.

“Y-Yeah.” Lewis added, chuckling nervously. “I mean it would be fun.”

Oliver was confused as to why Lewis sounded uneasy about the suggestion, but continued to find his costume. The trio spent a couple of minutes looking for outfits, until Lewis found a cape and came up with an idea. He put the cape on before looking for an outfit to complete his costume. Looking through the clothes he found the perfect outfit to complete his costume.

“Darlings, I have found the perfect costume!” Lewis announced. His friends paused searching for their costumes and saw the costume Lewis picked out. “I’m going as a vampire!”

“Oooh nice!” Sara commented. She then discovered a white coat and put it on. “What do you think? Doctor or scientist?”

Lewis and Oliver looked at one another before answering their friend. “Scientist.” They said at the same time.

Sara sighed, “alright,” She replied.

Oliver was the only one who hadn’t found a costume yet. He kept on looking until he went to the box filled with masks. Oliver dug through the box and smirked finding his costume.

“Found it!” Oliver beamed.

“You found a costume darling?” Lewis asked.

Oliver nodded and put on the mask. “Gah! I’m gonna kill you!” He yelled, wearing a hockey mask belonging to a killer role.

Sara and Lewis looked at one another not phased.

Oliver blinked in confusion and tried to scare them again. “Gah! I’m gonna kill you!” He repeated.

Sara yawned as Lewis still looked unphased. “You're going as a hockey player?” Lewis asked.

“No!” Oliver yelled, moving the mask from his face. “I’m going to be a crazy killer with a mask and a weapon!”

Sara chuckled, “Oliver, as your friend I’m going to be honest with you. You're not scary.”

Oliver glared. “Hey I can be scary!” He yelled in defense.

“Yeah right!” Sara replied.

Oliver was about to defend himself again, only for him and his friends to hear the door of Staract open and voices coming by. Oliver smirked at his friends. “Watch and learn.” He said, putting the mask back on. “Do you have a weapon?”

Sara dug into her pocket and pulled out a knife. “Here you go.”

Oliver nodded and took the knife before walking off to find and scare who just entered the Staract.

“That was a fake knife, right darling?” Lewis asked.

“What fake knife?” Sara asked,

Lewis’s eyes widened, “you didn’t.”

“I did.”

Wiatt, Mike and Alyssa entered Staract and were making their way backstage. “So have you figured out which Spellamania character you want to be?” Mike asked.

Wiatt thought for a bit, “out of all of them my favorite is Noir, so I might go as him.” He replied.

“That’s a great choice! I’ll be going as Ro because she’s so cute!” Alyssa exclaimed.

“And I’ll be going as Solo because he’s cool and I haven’t dressed as him before,” Mike added.

As the three went backstage, Oliver then jumped in front of Wiatt, Mike, and Alyssa letting out a growl while holding the knife. Wiatt and Mike flinched, while Alyssa punched Oliver in the throat. Oliver coughed holding his throat as he moved the mask from his face.

Alyssa realized her mistake and covered her mouth in shock. “Oh shit! I’m so sorry Oliver!” She apologized.

“I-It’s fine.” Oliver coughed. “I-I thought people were exaggerating… that you were strong Alyssa, but… they weren’t.”

“Again I’m so sorry!” Alyssa repeated.

“What’s going on?!” Lewis yelled as he and Sara came out from the costume room to see Wiatt, Mike Alyssa, and Oliver on the ground holding his neck.

Lewis and Sara scanned the scene and looked at Mike. “Let me guess, Oliver tried to scare you?” Lewis asked.

“Yep,” Mike replied.

“And Alyssa punched him in the neck?” Sara asked.

“Yep,” Wiatt replied.

Lewis went over to Oliver and helped him up, “you okay darling?” He asked.

“Y-Yeah.” Oliver gasped. He took a deep breath and let out. “Okay, I can breathe.”

Alyssa breathed a sigh of relief seeing Oliver wasn’t hurt.

“What are you three doing here?” Sara asked. “Aren’t you supposed to set up the Halloween decorations?”

“We were,” Wiatt spoke up, “but Mike and Alyssa brought me here to find stuff for our costumes.”

Lewis smiled as he went to his boyfriend and held his hand, “your dressing up darling?” He asked.

Wiatt nodded, “figured I haven’t done it in a while, plus everyone else was dressing up and it convinced me to do it too.” He explained.

“Amazing! What are you dressing up as?” Lewis asked.

“At first I wasn’t sure, then Mike came by and asked me if I could join his and Alyssa’s group and dress up as Spellmania characters.”

Sara’s eyes widened as she let out a snicker, “wait you three are dressing up as those sparkle dogs from that popular comic series?” She asked.

Mike and Alyssa glared, but Wiatt smirked, “Sara, didn't you read the comic, collect the plushies, and  commission someone to draw your own Spellmania sona?” He asked.

Sara blushed in embarrassment, turning to Lewis. “You promised to keep that a secret!”

“Hey Wiatt is my boyfriend, so I have the right to tell him everything, darling.” Lewis replied.

Sara growled and glared at her best friend.

“Wait,” Mike spoke up. “You like Spellmania too?”

Sara blushed in embarrassment and nodded. “Y-Yes. I like the characters, they are so cute!” She beamed.

“You said that about the ponies in Heroes of Destiny.” Oliver pointed out.

Sara growled and glared at her friend, “shut up Oliver!” Oliver flinched protecting himself from Sara’s anger.

“Sorry.” He apologized.

Wiatt chuckled, “I didn’t know you were a fangirl, Sara Covetman.”

Sara grabbed Wiatt by the collar of his shirt in one hand, while she had her other hand into a fist. “Want to say that again, Nicholson?” She threatened.

Lewis quickly stepped in and removed Sara’s hand from his boyfriend’s shirt. “Alright, settle down darlings.” He said.

Sara and Wiatt calmed down, but the two still glared at each other. Wiatt then noticed his boyfriend’s costume and smiled. “Nice costume.”

Lewis didn’t realize he was still wearing his cape for his costume. “Oh thanks, darling.” He said with a blush.

Wiatt smiled, “I’m guessing you're going as a phantom, Oliver is going as a hockey player, and Sara is going as an asylum doctor.” 

Lewis and his friends glared at the mechanic. “I’m going as a vampire darling.” He replied.

“Psycho killer,” Oliver added.

“Mad scientist,” Sara added.

“Close enough,” Wiatt said, giving a shrug.

“What characters from Spellmania are you dressing up as?” Sara asked.

“I’m going as Solo,” Mike replied.

“I’ll be Row,” Alyssa said.

“And I’ll be going as Noir,” Wiatt added.

“Awesome darlings!” Lewis beamed. “Well, come inside the costume room, there’s plenty of outfits that could help your costume.”

Wiatt and his friends smiled and walked in as they went to look for their costumes.

Starlight then came in from behind the Founder Trio. “So did you guys find your costumes?” He asked.

“We did!” Lewis beamed.

“Great! Now the animatronics and I have been discussing some ideas on what we can do for this Halloween party, and we got a ton of ideas!” Starlight explained as he pulled out a list that touched the ground.

The founder's eyes widened seeing how long the list was. “Oh boy.” They groaned at the same time.

It's Halloween, and after some fun Halloween events during the month, the big day has finally arrived. The founder trio were putting on their costumes, with Lewis in the bathroom, putting on makeup to get the vampire look. Once he was done, he grabbed the fake vampire teeth he bought and put it inside his mouth.

“Hehehe.” Lewis chuckled, as he brought the cape close to his face.

A knock was heard, causing Lewis to turn. “Come in, darling.” He said, speaking in an eastern European accent.

The door opened revealing Oliver wearing brown overalls over a dark orange t-shirt, brown shoes, and the mask he found on the side of his head. “Do you have anything red I can borrow? I want to add fake blood to the costume.”

“Hmm…” Lewis thought. “I think Sara has red paint in her room.”

Oliver smiled, “thanks, Lewis.” He said before leaving the bathroom. He went over to Sara’s room and knocked on the door. “Sara, could I borrow red paint from you?”

“Sure, give me a second,” Sara replied through the other side of the door.

Sara just put her lab coat on and went under her bed to grab her paint kit and found a tube of red paint for Oliver. She went to the door and opened it, giving the paint to Oliver. She then saw his costume and had to comment.

“Without the mask, you look like a farmer,” Sara said.

Oliver glared and was ready to squirt paint at her, causing Sara to retreat to her room and closing the door to protect herself.

Oliver chuckled and squirted some paint on his costume to create fake blood splatter. “Perfect.” He then put the tube of paint down and put his mask on.

Lewis came out of the bathroom and smiled, “you guys ready?” He asked.

“I am!” Oliver exclaimed.

“Hold on!” Sara yelled, causing her friends to turn to her room. She came out of her room wearing her costume, sporting a pair of goggles and dark boots. Her hair was tied to a bun, but there were a few strands sticking out. “Okay ready!”

The Founder Trio then left their apartment hopped into Sara’s car, and drove to the facility.

Upon arriving at the facility, they see Eric, Carly, Wiatt, Mike, and Alyssa already inside and in their costumes.

Eric wasn’t wearing a costume, but he wore a variant of his usual hoodie, which was orange with a pumpkin on it.

Carly wore a ladybug-inspired 80’s outfit with her roller skates, and her hair styled in two puffy buns and a sweatband.

Wiatt’s Noir costume had him wearing a gold t-shirt over a black jacket, a green bandana around his neck, black pants that he painted gold, and black goes with gold laces. He also colored his with red, orange, and gold colors thanks to some hair color spray. He also sported a pair of black dog ears.

Alyssa’s Row costume had her wearing a tan colored dress with multi-colored flowers on the bottom of it, and brown shoes with pink colored lace on the left and blue colored lace on the right. She wore a green, blue, and pink wig with a pair of brown dog ears.

Mike’s Solo costume had him wear a green t-shirt, dark green pants, miss-matched socks, red wings, and a multi-colored tail. He wore a teal, yellow, and dark blue wig and green dog ears.

Lewis’s eyes widened seeing his boyfriend in his costume. “Wow, darling you look…look…” he trailed off trying to find the best word to describe his costume.

“Amazing darling?” Wiatt asked, mimicking Lewis’s accent.

Lewis glared as Wiatt chuckled seeing his reaction over using his accent on him. Soon Lewis grabbed his boyfriend and gave him a bunch of kisses on the cheek.

“Gah! Lewis!” Wiatt exclaimed, laughing.

Lewis stopped giving his boyfriend kisses and gave him a smirk. “What? you deserve it.” He replied before kissing his boyfriend more.

Sara and Oliver chuckled before turning to Eric and Carly. “I’m surprised you didn’t dress up Eric. You loved dressing up.” Oliver said.

“Funny thing, I couldn’t find a good costume and I ended up forgetting. Luckily I had this so I’m still in the spirit.” Eric explained.

Oliver chuckled, “where are Ben and Liz?” He asked.

“They’re here, just hiding in hopes to scare someone.” Eric replied.

“Ah,” Oliver replied. He smirked and chuckled, hoping to scare his siblings first before they did.

“So, Carly?” Sara asked. “I see you've decided to be a ladybug roller skater.”

“Yep! I wanted to be a ladybug one last time before I turned 14 and I figured I got creative.” Carly explained. “So I went as an 80's roller skater ladybug edition.”

“Awesome!” Sara beamed.

Soon Sara was tackled to the ground by an unknown blurr. She almost panicked till she heard a familiar chuckle. She looked behind her to see James, dressed as a pirate.

“Hi, Miss Sara!” James exclaimed.

Sara sighed, “Hi James.” She said, relieved. “Don’t tackle me like that again.”

“Sorry!” James apologized as he got off her.

“You’re fine,” Sara said as she got up. There she saw James' other brothers in their costumes. John was a wolf wearing a pair of wolf ears and tail while Jake was a ghost, but by the looks of it Jake’s costume had one too many holes.

“Like our costumes?” John masked.

“They look amazing darling!” Lewis exclaimed. “Although, what happened with your costume, Jake?”

Jake chuckled, as he lifted up the sheet. “I had trouble with the scissors.”

“Still it looks familiar, but I can’t put my finger on it.” Eric said, trying to figure out where Jake’s costume came from.

Soon the door to the facility opened and Hayden was heard complaining as Pen, Lisa and Audrey came in their costumes, which were the characters from the comic Heroes of Destiny.

Pen was dressed as Prince Castor, Lisa, and Audrey were dressed as Lullaby and Summer, finally, Hayden was dressed as Prince Oberon. Their outfits were similar to the ones the characters wore in the comics, as well as a pair of pony ears and tail.

Wiatt and Sara chuckled seeing Hayden dressed as the “Prince of Darkness.” The grumpy worker glared at his boss and co-worker, which made them stop chuckling.

“Wow! Hayden your costume is great!” Andrew beamed. He wore a bat costume, which confused Lewis.

“Uh, are you a vampire darling?” Lewis asked.

Andrew shook his head, “nope, just a regular bat, like you Lewis.” He replied.

Lewis gave a small glare to his co-worker, “I’m a vampire, darling.”

“Tomato, Tomahto.”

“Oliver.” A pair of voices spoke up.

Oliver turned to see his siblings in their costumes. Liz was dressed as Alice from Alice in Wonderland and Ben was the Mad Hatter.

Oliver chuckled, “wow, your costumes are great!” He beamed.

“Thanks! Carly helped us pick it out!” Liz beamed, as she twirled around in her costume.

“I love your killer costume Oliver,” Ben commented. “But…I don’t think anyone would be scared of it.”

Oliver glared. “Hahaha. Very funny.” He replied.

The group started laughing before getting started with work.

The day was normal, except many of the guests were in costumes and having fun as usual. By nighttime, the Starlight Halloween Party started. Eric and Carly took the Walker Triplets, Ben and Liz out to trick or treat at a local shopping center before having them come back to enjoy the rest of the party.

“Wow, your ideas made this party a hit darling!” Lewis exclaimed to Starlight.

“Thank you,” Starlight replied proudly.

“I’m surprised you or the others didn’t wear a costume?”

“Well, it’s hard to get clothes on us,” Starlight said, rubbing the back of his head.

At the party, Oliver smirked, hoping to scare one of his co-workers in his costume. There he saw Audrey, Hayden, and Andrew talking while sipping on some punch.

“This will be an easy scare,” Oliver said as he put on the mask and quietly sneaked up behind them.

Andrew took notice of the taller founder and smiled. “Hey, Oliver!” He beamed.

Oliver froze and groaned, “Andrew!” He yelled.

“What? I was just saying hi.” Andrew replied.

“Were you trying to scare us?” Hayden asked.

Oliver groaned. “Yes.”

Hayden chuckled. “Sorry buddy, but you're not scary.”

Oliver glared at his co-worker. “He’s right,” Audrey replied. “Your costume is cute.” The three then walked away to join their other co-workers who were dancing on the dance floor.

The taller founder was speechless. He wasn’t cute, he was supposed to be scary!

Suddenly, Carly, the triplets, Ben, and Liz came inside the facility looking upset. Liz looked like she was crying as Carly rubbed her back.

“Ben! Liz! What happened?” Oliver asked.

“Some teenage jerks took our candy!” John exclaimed.

Oliver’s eyes widened, “what?!”

“They’re some kids at the local high school who like to mess with the kids at our school,” Carly explained. “Looks like they brought the tricks tonight for Halloween.”

Liz sniffled as she wiped the tears from her eyes, “They took our candy, and when I tried to demand it back they pushed me.” She cried.

“I tried to help her, but those punks pushed me too,” Ben explained.

Oliver growled upset that someone would hurt his younger siblings. He then realized he was in costume and had the best idea he ever came up with. “I’ll be right back.” He said, putting on his mask and walking out the door.

The kids looked at the taller founder and each other. “He’s going to scare them?” Ben and Liz asked at the same time.

“Yep!” The triplets and Carly said at the same time.

Then James had an idea, “I’m going to get someone to help him.” He said, walking off to find someone to help Oliver, however, he went away from the workers and went to the back where the founders’ offices and maintenance room is.

James looked through the window of the maintenance room and smirked seeing the animatronic he was looking for was in there. “Perfect.” He said, opening the door.

Oliver walked for miles looking for the teenagers who stole the candy from his younger siblings and their friends. He heard chuckling coming not far behind as he saw three teenagers scare a group of kids. Not long after they took their candy and put it into a giant bag.

Oliver glared and put on his mask as he got the knife that Sara gave him ready to go and went in front of the teens. “Hey!” Oliver shouted.

“Hey! Move out of the way nerd!” One of the teens yelled.

“You stole candy from my younger siblings! I want it back!”

The teens looked at each other before laughing. “Yeah right. Well, give you back your candy!”

Oliver glared as took the knife from his pocket, which made the teens go quiet. “Wow, a fake knife, good one.” A female teen commented.

What Oliver didn’t notice was footsteps coming up from behind. One of the teens looked to see a shadow with glowing white eyes and white teeth.

“G-Guys.” The teen whimpered to his friends.

“You got three seconds to give me my sibling’s candy back or else…one…” Oliver started.

The teens looked up and shivered seeing the figure behind Oliver. The figure that came to view was Winnie.

“Two…” Oliver held the knife ready to stab the teens.

The teens stepped back as they ran off screaming, leaving the bag of candy behind.

Oliver removed the mask and laughed in glee. “I did it! I did it!” He cheered. “I told everyone I can be scary and I did it!” As he cheered he turned around and froze in fear seeing Winnie.

The Pegasus animatronic smiled as James appeared behind him. “Hi, Mr. Acrimony. I brought a friend to help you scare those big dummies!”

Oliver turned pale as a ghost as he fainted on the spot.

“You're going to carry him right?” James asked Winnie.

Winnie sighed. “I guess I have to!” He groaned. The Pegasus animatronic grabbed the founder, while James carried the bag of candy as the two made it back to the facility.

Back at the facility, Ben and Liz were enjoying the candy that James, Oliver and by extension Winnie saved. Oliver was still passed out as Lewis tried to fan him, in hopes he’d wake up. However, James had to be scolded by Sara and Eric for taking one of the animatronics out into the public.

“James Walker, you know you weren’t supposed to be taking the animatronics out of the facility without my permission!” Sara yelled.

“You could’ve gotten us in trouble or worse!” Eric exclaimed.

James sighed, “I’m sorry Eric, sorry Miss. Covetman. I just wanted our candy back.”

Sara and Eric looked at each other and sighed. “I know, but next time just tell us if something happens. I know how bullies can be, and they can be a pain.” Sara explained giving a small smile.

“Alright!” James replied with a smile. Sara and Eric gave a light chuckle as the female founder ruffled the kid’s head. James chuckled and went to his brothers and friends to enjoy some Halloween candy.

[fangaminghell]

More Torren Elite 4 lore that I don't know if I ever discussed:

Eduard: Former gambling addict who got into the wrong crowd. Lost a lot bc of this, but always struggled to get back on his feet, especially with people after him. Was offered a spot on the elite 4 as a means of protection/ being pardoned for all his past shit.

Despite his appearance, Ed is genuinely a nice guy. Like he's honestly really polite and charming, if not a bit shy and loves making music - though he gets shy about that as well. Loves riding in the desert near his hometown, and often helps poor souls who get lost there.

Yuki: Comes from a wealthy family that also happens to be assassins. Though, with that life came some Complications,which resulted in her joining the league as a means to get out of her situation.

Much like Ed, Yuki is honestly a delight. She is very much the mother of the elite four, she's very kind and cordial. Loves dotting on others, which can be such a stark contrast to her brutal ice in battles. She often holds charity parties, or parties in general.

Yuki and Eduard are t4t <3 They aren't dating by the start of the story but it's pretty clear they are into each other and are shy about it.

London: I already talked about London. Long story short he's an author who talks a lot. He can talk himself out of most situations....but also talks himself into lots of situations, and thus is in things that he has no right being in. And if he slips, he could be dead. Whoops! Now did he want to talk himself into being part of the underground higher ups? No. Did he want to accidentally find out about Reukra - who is technically his boss- is the leader of Team Perfection? Also no! But! It would make for a good book, no?

London is. Pathetic. And he really doesn't want people to know that. He wants to be seen as someone serious and suave, but ends up making him look like a fool in all the best ways. Still he has a good(ish) heart, and is like the older brother to Kayla ( a very annoying older brother but an older brother non the less)

Kayla: Okay. So. Some context before I go into my version Kayla. I did not know Kayla was a mom canonically with a whole teenage daughter initially. And while that took me by surprise, I feel kinda dumb with how I rested tbh. She can be a mom and a professional cheerleader and elite four member. And honestly that's like. So good for her. But by the time I realized that I was already so committed to my version of Kayla so. Sorry about that. Canon Kayla is honestly a girl boss.

As for my version of Kayla, I aged her down. She's now a freshman in college,who's juggling her school life with her elite four duties. You must be thinking " R what did Kayla do, everyone else got some shady past!" and to that dear reader I saw: she doesn't. Kayla is literally a normal teen with a normal life and she's surrounded by totally normal people with totally normal lives.

Kayla is honestly very chill. A bit stoic, if you will. The biggest sin she has ever committed is scrolling through her phone a lot lmao. Trust me, she's actually doing work there - she's a busy gal! These team comps aren't gonna make themselves! Kayla is very hard working and takes her job seriously, but is also just chill about it. She knows she's strong enough to handle her own, knows her co workers are crazy enough to go bat shit for her, and is honestly just content vibing. She's pretty much the normal one lol.

And yeah! That's the E4 for my rewrite. The plan is that they don't have that big of a role plot wise, just appear once in a while to help the protags with something minor.

[twistedchatterbox]

A day in the life of TWST (authors edition)

Summary: A day in the life of various twisted authors, the happy, the funny and the simpery. Enjoy. ft. Hydra/Rubia(Me) , Pione(@oepionie) , Aster ( @v-anrouge ), Ari ( @shinmon-c​ ), Eros ( @cupids-chamber​ ) , Rie( @sephyriae ) tags: friends, literally for my moots, april 1st vibes and pranks, references to many interactions, i simp for Jade while dating him in this fic, Ari is crushing on Riddle, Aster gets “secret admirer letters” and we think its Rook, Pione and I are work friends (sorry you have to put up with my simping), i am a horrible influence, Eros gets no sleep (i am a horrible enabler), Floyd horror stories from yours truly, Authors get to vibe, self indulgence, no beta i overblot like a fucking moron  

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“The usual” Eros murmured to themself, the noise barely leaving their throat as Rubia handed them the mug of coffee that always got them through the day. Looking up with the original intent to thank her, they instead found themselves puzzled by the bartender’s amused gaze. “Eh?”- And of course, instead of allowing any coherent interaction, she shrugged and turned her back; not that Eros minded, it just allowed them to drink their 5am coffee in peace. Not that the Monstro Lounge was open, not so early. it’s just that they asked Rubia. Eros’ phone illuminated the otherwise dark establishment, the DMs still open: Hydra🌊, the contact name of their usual bartender and friend. “Open yet?” (- Cupid ;sent at 4:30am) “Coffee?” (- Hydra ;sent at 4:30am) “Sure” (-Hydra ;sent at 4:30am) Eros sighed as they closed the messenger app and opted for scrolling through magicam, only to let out a noise of annoyance and disapproval when they encountered the many posts by NRC students who were whining and complaining about class, it was just too early for that shit. They closed the apps and turned off the phone, putting it screen first onto a napkin as they breathed and allowed the ambiance of Octavinelle to work its magic. “How to prevent passing out in class?” Eros asked half-seriously as their eyes followed the up and awake bartender who laughed. For reasons unknown to them, they supposed and rolled their eyes. Yet they also found themselves half-surprised when she hummed and replied; “Do you sleep?” Rubia looked back with an amused and knowing gaze, “Like, at all?” and her voice was playful, smug if they had to describe it further. Eros, doing their best to remain deadpan, said “No.” in an attempt to mask their own amusement at the ridiculousness of the situation.  4:30 am, having coffee at the Octavinelle commercial lounge, named monstro lounge, as if Rubia was any less guilty for being up and awake at this hour either; even if she was more energized and awake, somehow. The bartender grinned as she turned back properly and leaned on the counter behind her, satisfied with what she was about to say. “I think that narrows it down to the root problem pretty well.” Hypocrite, Eros chuckled internally. “Fair enough.”

Pione was confident that she was not getting paid enough for this- Floyd grabbed a nearby heartslabyul student like a baseball bat as he swung harder than his mood swings. -but at least it was entertaining. She leaned onto the counter as she watched it go down, making a thumbs up gesture in appreciation when her coworker pushed a bowl of chips and some soda her way; taking a chip, she mumbled a “thamks”, cowering her chewing mouth with the back of her hand. Next to her was Rubia, sitting cross-legged on the front of the bar, her PE jacket tied around her waist, back from a jog or a job; not that she had a way of knowing without asking. Taking a sip from her bottle, her co worker nodded, saying “You’re welcome.” without peeling her eyes from the absolute mess unfolding in front of them both. Usually, it wouldn’t be any less chaotic, it would just be in a different font- if Pione had to use Rubia’s descriptions, at least. Most of the time, Pione would be serving with Floyd while her friend stuck around in the kitchen to accompany Jade, making a note to knock before entering which was frankly amusing- to her, not to Azul, though she didn’t care too much about that. Often times, she would be served a nice drink if she played accomplice to whatever Rubia and Jade were doing that day; not that she knew what they were up to, ignorance was bliss, probably. Plus, the benefits were nice. “Shouldn’t we intervene?” Pione asked, not moving a muscle and instead looking at her friend to gauge her reactions, “Yeah” Rubia replied, unphased and utterly unbothered. 

“Anything new going on?” Rubia asked, unhurriedly walking alongside her childhood friend; having just gone out to skip PE in favor of getting drinks.

The two quickly thanked their luck for working in their favor, Rubia having just finished “a job” and Rie being in the right place right time. Talking about their days so far and going over a few memories, now making small talk. Rie hummed, shaking her head and shrugging it off as she said “No, not really.” and looking back at her friend, “What about you?”. Rubia entertained the question for a minute or two before settling on an answer, “The usual, its entertaining though.” to which Rie made a sound of acknowledgement. Not to say she didn’t have something else to ask. The Water Nymph looked back up from her drink, taking a sip as the playful giggle of her friend reached her ears, who asked “Well, what about Jade?”- making her promptly cough on her drink.  Rie laughed in a mix of panic and amusement, hushing a few mumbled sentences like “oh my sevens” and “sorry” between the giggling as she pat her friend on the back. Only backing off once Rubia finally took a large breather and exhaled, “Haa.. fuck-” she laughed.  “You could’ve warned me, y’know?” the water nymph said, though it held no weight nor was it a question. The young priestess looked to the side before meeting her gaze, “Well?” and Rubia accepted defeat.  “it’s been going well -” she started, picking her words while her childhood friend waited, “it’s fun, and he’s wonderful” she settled on, making Rie smile and in turn herself too.   “I knew he’d treat you well” the priestess said, slowly gesturing for her friend to follow. Rubia obliged. Rie had a rehearsal with Vil, afterall, and she didn’t want to be the reason for her friend to be late; aware of how important this was to her. “You were always there, still are” ,the water nymph said, “whenever we met up and talked, you’d hint at it too; i sometimes wonder if you saw this coming.” and Rie gave a playful grin.  “Maybe!” she laughed, and Rubia nodded; well aware she would never get a clear answer. it wasn’t like she minded, though, the company was enough. instead, she decided to stir the conversation back to memories “Do you remember whenever we talked about it?” she asked, Rie lighting up at the suggestion, conversing about her childhood together with her bestfriend. 

Rubia hummed as she went through the letters, tossing one envelope back on the desk, “Very french.” she says, looking back at Aster who does his best not to laugh.  “Very french.” He repeats with a wheeze of his own, gathering his nerves, “Yeah?” he asks the obvious question, not needing to put it together.  “Yeah that’s definitely Rook” The Octavinelle student confirms with a nod, somewhere between finding this funny and exhausting, leaning on humorous. She then sighs, asking the inevitable “But can you read french?” ...”Wait-” The two stared at each other as the silence and hilarity of the situation grew thicker. “Wait- You gotta be kidding me-” she said, looking at him in the eyes “’Swear i’m not-” was the response. And so Rubia decided to just lean against the side of the bed as she tried to make sense of it. Thankfully Aster intervened before she thoroughly lost it and beat Rook with an auto translator. “Okay but i can understand some words-” He said, looking to the side and confirming this was getting his friends attention, “I can guess a few phrases since, y’know,” trailing off. “Since it’s Rook?”  “Yeah.” He leaned closer to the edge of his bed, “Thoughts?” She instantly locked eyes with him and said, deadpanned, “And prayers.” “’Cause bitch, what the fuck.” 

“He’s so cute, my wife” Ari sighed, leaning onto the counter as they talked their friend’s ear off.Namely, Rubia.  Though it would be more accurate to say she was listening carefully of her own will; humming in acknowledgement whenever they asked a question like ‘you get it, right??’  to show she was paying attention.  “What am I gonna do with him” Ari whined, cupping their cheeks in the palms of their hands, leaning on their elbows as they gauged the Water Nymph’s reaction as she handed them their drink and dessert of choice. Strawberry tarts a light drink to go with it, which they took a sip of as they kept their eyes on Rubia.  As if anything could prepare them for it. “Confess.” And as if on cue, they choked on the sip of their drink as they coughed, promptly pat on the back by the person who caused the problem.  “Girl- What the fuck-” Ari said between coughs as the Water nymph thoroughly cleaned the spilt drink with a napkin and gave them another cup of it, as if she knew this would happen; knowing her, Ari was confident she planned it. Seemingly unaffected by the glare of her friend, Rubia hummed, only turning back with a triumph grin of victory as she asked “Yes?”, returning the eye contact. “What do you mean by ‘yes’?!” Ari questioned, it wasn’t exactly a yell, though the tone of that hushed sentence surely could be registered so.  “I said you should confess, and? Is it bad advice?” was the reply from the Octavinelle student. They rolled their eyes, “If you’re willing to give advice-” they began,  “-and not for a price-” narrowing their eyes as they emphasized, “what would you tell me?”   Not too surprisingly, Rubia’s expression softened, though they had no clue what she was thinking. Like most of the time. “Just go for it.” She shrugged, “He loves you.” and just like that, she was back to what she was doing previously. Thankfully they didn’t begin on their new drink yet, Ari thought; that surely would’ve been the death of them.

[astramachina]

Heyyy good morning I've come for your ask game :3

I am curious about: Graphite, American Gothic, and Cricut. Please + thank you ❤️

omg hi good afternoon! thank you got stopping by!!!

i'm gonna go ahead and play along with Ricky from Driving Through Tunnels (With No Light at the End) because it's the most "complete" of my works in progress!

Graphite: what's something decently common that your character does in a unique or different way?

Ricky refuses to use scissors, and would much rather damage his teeth than take the time to go find a pair. For example, in the upcoming chapter 7, rather than cut open his empty tube of toothpaste to scrounge up whatever he can, he just bites and tears at it for a good five minutes until he can rip the tube in half with his hands. Same goes for packaging, paper, zip-ties, etc, even if the endeavor proves fruitless in the end. It's not that he has anything against scissors per se, he just thinks it will "save him time" to just put his teeth to use. (It doesn't.)

American Gothic: what's one relationship between characters in this work that you think people wouldn't expect?

Early on (also in chapter 7), we're introduced to a girl named Jenny. She's a mechanic at the same auto shop Ricky works at, and right off the bat it's obvious that they're polar opposites. She's a relatively sheltered single child who plays the "rebel without a cause" to Ricky's "rebel with a cause", while being upbeat and bubble-gum late-90s chic. They're like that one photo of the all black house right next to the pink and purple house in San Fran. Their first interaction is a very clear-cut "co-workers that don't really interact outside of work" type of scenario, but throughout the 100k+ that need some serious shaving down, Jenny and Ricky become the most ride or die friends anyone could wish for.

Cricut: are there any characters you've had to "cut" from a story? Are there any moments/chapters/stories you've had to "cut" entirely?

I haven't cut out any characters yet, but in the preliminary stages of this rewrite I've circled a handful of scenes that will likely not make it into this current draft. Out context scenes currently on the chopping block: - 70s Night at the gay club - Ricky getting [redacted] by Bill over a workbench - Ricky picking off some creep while at the library (worry not, he will sate his blood-lust somehow)

:)

[florallychaotic]

The 100 Live Blogging

Alright yall, I'm gonna take a dive back into the only show aimed at teens that I watched as a teen. Everyone had their one CW show and this was mine. Separate posts will be made for separate watching sessions but episodes done in the same watching session will be added as reblogs. Block the tag "alli watches the 100" if you don't want this on your dash (no shame to ya)

Episode 1x01 Pilot

We are off to a bad start Netflix started playing suits when I opened it for some fucking reason

Right off the bat, Eliza Taylor's American accent isn't bad at all, but it's got the American vocal fry that I hate

Also it's really funny to me that the lead actors of this show have names that are near identical to people who are way more famous than them (Eliza Taylor and Bob Morely)

Not a good sign that the UK part of the Ark, the spaceship these people are staying post apocalypse, looks like it has cardboard on the exterior

Juvenile offenders call lockup "the sky box" which is was teenagers are never in charge of naming things

CW dialogue exposition my beloathed

Wells got himself arrested not for Clarke, but in my headcannon, that The 99 isn't as good of a title

My only solace for having to deal with Finn is that unlike the first time I watched this show, I know he dies instead of just wishing for it

Ah season one Bellamy hair, it makes him look like a middle school teacher

You see I hate CW dialogue but I also absolutely would have screamed "We're back bitches" if I was the first person back on earth in a century

Cue too on the nose pop song, radioactive by imagine dragons

I swear to god a solid 20% of Finn's dialogue is calling Clarke princess and im supposed to like him?

I will say off the bat Bellamy is the best character because so far he's the least clichéd and most interesting lol. Meanwhile I can't wait for his sister Octavia to be a good character because she does, she does get better but for now....yikes

Monty!!! Monty best boy!!!

FUCKED UP DEER MY BELOVED!!! TWO HEADED DEER WOOHOO!!!

I dont know how to explain it, everything on the Ark...like it doesn't look greenscreened but it does look weirdly hazy like it's not there??

The actor for Kane has a very bad American accent, it's so far up his nose it's like he's sick lol

Love the random girl who yelled "It's water!!!" When it started raining

Begging this society to stop using the term "floated" for executed it sounds so fucking stupid

Kane absolutely said the word "majority" instead of "maturity" and that's the take they used for some reason

Clarke is a beautiful artist and normally I don't wanna be the person to question this but how does she know what the Arc du Triumph is

Kane please don't say you're willing to "take us down to a cosmic Adam and Eve" to your female co-worker clearly both you and the writers don't realize how extra creepy that it

This show really likes shot to shot scenes where the camera is just panned up a little so you can see up the actor's nose and it's so awkward

I dont want to be that person, but I think it's very telling that Abby (Clarke's mother)'s best friend is an Asian woman who is still unnamed despite having more lines than multiple white characters who are already named. Like this show is quite diverse and it's not going to be fun rewatching and seeing how poorly they handled that diversity.

Director: "okay can you boys just improv for a moment to delay the scene so we can have the big moment at the chorus of the song?" Actors: "Sure boss!"

What!?!?! You're not alone on Earth?!?! I never would have seen that coming! /s

Final rating: 7/10 despite its flaws I'm far too interested to not continue. What shot Jasper?? Idk! It's a fun lord of the flies story that is really interesting if only its dialogue was better

[theoccoven]

❝Am I considered a kitchen witch? I’m not sure all I know is that I do enjoy working with my herbs and potions.❞

⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝘽𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙘 𝙄𝙣𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 ࿐ྂ

⇢ Name[s]: Emilia Keller ⇢ Other Name[s]: None ⇢ Nickname[s]: Emmy [Her Aunt & Uncle], Kitchen Witch [Most Royals] ⇢ Like[s]: bitter & soul food, the color green, clubs, clubbing, romance, children, family ⇢ Dislike[s]: show offs, insecurities

⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙨 ࿐ྂ

⇢ Species: Witch ⇢ Gender: Female [She/Her] ⇢ Sexuality: Bisexual [Female Lean], Polyamorous Questioning ⇢ Age: 27 [Current] [05.24.1997] [Gemini] ⇢ Height: 5’8��� [172.72 cm] ⇢ Abilities: Coming Soon... ⇢ Special Item[s]: Coming Soon... ⇢ Birthplace: The Kingdom of Truca [Astaria Equivalent to Berlin, Germany] ⇢ Residence: The Village of Votraria, The Mainland [Magic Realm] [Current] ⇢ Status: Alive

⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝙋𝙧𝙤𝙛𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙨 ࿐ྂ

⇢ Occupation[s]: Nightclub Dancer, Waitress and Private Dancer [Current] ⇢ Affiliation[s]: Club Luna [Current] [Magic Realm] ⇢ Former Occupation[s]: None

⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝙍𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥𝙨 ࿐ྂ

⇢ Family: Unknown Mother, Unknown Father, Uncle [Name Coming Soon], Aunt [Name Coming Soon], Heidi [Cousin] ⇢ Friend[s]: Leo [Co-Worker Friend, Best Friend] ⇢ Romantic Interest[s]: Lelani [Dearest Flower, Crush], Male EX [Name Coming Soon] ⇢ Enemies: N/A ⇢ Others: N/A

⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝙈𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙤𝙪𝙨 ࿐ྂ

⇢ Representative Symbol[s]: Herbs, Tropical Drink & Plant Sprig Emoji [🍹 & 🌿], Different Shades of Green ⇢ Faceclaim[s]: Kail Peery [@/ohkailno on Instagram] ��� Voiceclaim[s]: N/A ⇢ Other Claim[s]: N/A

⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝙊𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙞𝙚𝙬 ࿐ྂ

Coming Soon...

⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝘽𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 ࿐ྂ

Coming Soon...

⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝘼𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 ࿐ྂ

Coming Soon...

⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝙋𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙮 ࿐ྂ

Coming Soon...

⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝘼𝙗𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙨 ࿐ྂ

⇢ Healing Magic - she has the ability to heal you with her magic directly from her being or with a spell

⇢ Herbal Magic - can find the best, healthy, etc herbs and plants for potions and medicine

⇢ Potion Making - biggest speciality is potion making, knows many different potions

⇢ Medicine Making - knows an array of medicinal items, potions, etc.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝙎𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙨𝙚𝙩 ࿐ྂ

Coming Soon…

⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝙂𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙧𝙮 ࿐ྂ

Coming Soon...

⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝙏𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙖 ࿐ྂ

⇢ Used to suffer from an ED, has gotten better over time

⇢ She has a black cat familiar named Brownie

⇢ She was engaged with her EX boyfriend

⇢ Is going to College in the Magic Realm to reinforce her Magic

⇢ She has a lower magic pool than other born witches

⇢ Leo and her became friends when Leo started working at club Luna, they became friends right off the bat

⇢ She is also friends with Jooheon, Jay and Ace but not as close as she is with Leo

⇢ Tends to keep her hair dyed Red

⇢ Mainly follows Eir, the goddess and Valkyrie associated with medical skill. She follows a handful of other gods and goddesses

⇢ #🍓emilia core [For Random Fun Facts That Might Not Be Here]

⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝙉𝙎𝙁𝙒 𝙏𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙖 ࿐ྂ

⇢ Click Here!

⇢ #❤️‍🔥emilia nsfw [Random NSFW Fun Facts, Aesthetics, Etc.]

⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝙌𝙪𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙨 ࿐ྂ

⇢ ❝Hm~ This would be good with this and this and this.~ ❞ ⇢ ❝Herbs are the best medicine. Sit! Sit! I’ll take care of you.❞

⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝙏𝙖𝙜𝙨࿐ྂ

⇢ #📓emilia work [Stories, Works, Etc.] | #📌emilia sticky note [Random Blurbs, Normally Written on a Sticky Note Before Putting It On Here], #📷emilia picrew [Random Picrews I Made] | #🎵emilia music [Just Music] | #🖍️emilia moodboard [Moodboards!]

⇢ There will be more added as time passes!! Some things might also change!!

⇢ @theoccoven - all rights reserved, please do not repost, edit, plagiarize, etc.

[poiregourmande]

I guess I should probably do it myself , huh? 😂

I think one of my favourite things about the watcher founders is how there is more than meets the eye, and each of them are so much more than the archetypal persona they presented at buzzfeed and some people still expect them to be.

Steven, at first glance, seems to be the well-adjusted one, the serious, rational, level-headed leader, the sweet wholesome boy. In actuality, he’s so much more than that, and he’s surprisingly unhinged — the only person who can make Shane Madej and Ryan Bergara go what the fuck??? He commits to the bit like he commits to everything else, which is to say 110%. He committed to Buzzfeed Worth It even when it didn’t work out with his first choice of co-host (Keith who was more well-known and was supposed to bring in more views); he committed to Watcher when they were just three guys in a kitchen needing investors; he commits to the causes that are near and dear to his heart: supporting small businesses and independent creatives, especially from the AAPI community; and most importantly he committed to taking a creative backseat at Watcher in order to take care of the business stuff. It’s not his training nor his calling but someone has to do it and Papa Lim is committed to it, heart and soul, bc that’s how he is when he cares deeply about something.

Ryan, at first impression, (and especially in the bfu days) seems to be a frat bro who’s especially fond of potty humour. There’s actually so much more to him than that — he’s nothing if not determined, and he’s the hardest worker when it comes to achieving his goals and meeting the incredibly high standards he set for himself. He’s so fiercely loyal and devoted to the people he loves, and he’s an absolutely brilliant creative. He built buzzfeed’s first season-format show from the ground up, and didn’t discourage himself even when his first co-host had to dip. An incredible judge of character, he went and picked the guy who would go on to be his ride or die, and probably the most famous dynamic to come out of buzzfeed. He’s stubborn when it comes to ghosts (or any debate, see Top 5 Beatdown) but it’s that same stubbornness that makes him such a good entrepreneur because he would do anything for the company’s goals. Let’s not forget he’s the one who first left buzzfeed and convince the others to start watcher — as much as he can second-guess himself, he knew that it was the right call and he has so much trust in his friends that he knew they could do it together. I would also be remiss to forget to mention his openness towards his mental health struggles. It’s so comforting to see him be honest about his anxiety and his mental health journey and I know he’s inspiring a lot of fans by talking about it.

Shane’s persona is the skeptic asshole/demon!Shane, which honestly couldn’t be further from the truth. Shane is such a sweetie, he dislikes confrontation and competition, and, although he might be a skeptic when it comes to ghosts, he believes so so so hard in Ryan and Watcher. He’s not in it because he had a passion for the supernatural, for mysteries or true crime — he’s in it because he genuinely loves going along for Ryan’s ride. Sometimes that makes him seem like he’s just chill and careless but in reality he cares so much!! He doesn’t show a lot of emotions on camera but when he does you can see how much he cares, and he’s been known to go to bat to defend his loved ones (I’m thinking of a few times on Reddit, for example). It’s also obvious how much he cares in all the love and passion he pours into his own projects — building an entire puppet theatre and puppets on his own, recording songs in his closet, putting together Puppet History almost entirely by himself at the very start, and even then it never felt low-budget. He’s so curious about the world around him and especially the people in it — I’m thinking of that single episode we got at buzzfeed called People Person, where he went to a gay leather competition to interview people and understand their lifestyle. This is the spiritual ancestor to WWW, in my opinion, and I think Shane really shines when he gets to chat with people who exist in niche areas of society.

In a world where nuance is so often battered and bruised, and people are only allowed to be one thing, it’s so refreshing to see these men allowing themselves (and us consequently) to embrace every single part of being a human.

Thank you Watcher, and I love you.

I’ve sent this to a few friends with their ask boxes open, but I want to take the fandom back from the assholes and spread the love around so —

watcher love time: reblog and tell me what’s your favourite thing about each of the founders?

[gremlin-bot]

This is based off this prompt from @stealingyourbones! Now this does have Hanahaki disease in it as well as blood and things to do with the lungs if y'all don't like that! this is also my first time writing for DC. 

Edit: Here is the ao3 link

Blooming Death, Please Love Me

Danny never thought he would get Hanahaki disease after the accident. He was too busy with ghosts and general survival. He sees that he is wrong now, with burning lungs and the taste of iron on his tongue. Small red petals cupped in now bloody hands. Most would think it was a rose in his lungs, but Danny can feel they are not. His core hurts, lungs burn, and blood blossoms bloom in his lungs.

Danny sighs. He'll have to deal with this later, his break is almost up and he still has half of his shift left. He just hopes Tim doesn't come in while he's working, his lungs and core wouldn't be able to take it.

Danny usually works nights in a 24/7 coffee shop next to the Gotham University campus. It pays well enough for his shitty crime alley apartment, plus he can go there straight after his classes. He didn't expect to see any vigilantes during his working hours, but Red Robin's coffee addiction won't rest (much like the vigilante himself).

Now vigilantes aren't the only high profile people to tumble in during Danny's shifts. The Wayne family, for some ungodly reason, tends to stop in. According to his co-workers, they mostly stop in only during his shift. Danny thinks they are liars. Why would they only come during his shift, it's not like he does anything that would catch their attention. He's mostly retired from the hero gig and keeps invisible during his ghostly flights.  

Danny is just a normal tired college student trying to get through his shifts. Really he should have known that could never happen. The thing with being a barista is that you get really good at recognizing voices. So, when Red Robin came in a couple hours after Tim Drake with the same tired but steady voice, well Danny didn't tell a soul.

It's a Friday night and his lungs burn. Danny is trying his best to stay calm. Fixing the mess his heart got him into might turn his half-life into a bigger tragedy than it already was. To think his second death was blooming in his lungs over a hot, too smart for his own good, vigilante. Danny coughs, petals brush and burn his throat. They sit on the tip of his tongue, like the words he has yet to say. Blood blossoms, the only damn flower he couldn't live through. He was going to die from the burning of his chest and core. Spitting out the poison of his heart's creation, Danny gets back to work.

It was a slow night, not surprising considering Gotham is still recovering from a break out at Arkham. The chances of Tim showing up should be high but Red Robin hasn't been seen in the streets lately. Danny really should stop thinking about him, his core aches, but he really can't help but worry. 

___________

Tim was tired of not being able to take a full breath. He never had Hanahaki disease before. Never fell this hard for someone. This unexpected event put him out of commission for anything related to the bats and the birds. He hated it but couldn't blame them, not when he let it get this bad.

Tim's petals didn't start with the first time he saw Danny but damn was it close. A cute guy that doesn't even blink at the amount of espresso shots he asked for, isn't what kept Tim drawn to Danny. No it was his snark and brain. Tim often sees him working on some engineering project. If he has time, Tim will get Danny to ramble on what he's doing. Danny was brilliant. If he wasn't a full time student, Tim would have tried to snatch him for Wayne Enterprises.

He really hoped that the rest of his family didn't catch on to his crush, but hope can only take you so far. It was Dick that called him out on it. He is also the one to text it to the sibling group chat, like the trader he is. They make bets to find the person that has Tim looking like a love sick puppy. The first petal is coughed up, unnoticed by the family of great detectives, hidden under tongue and deflective words. 

Tim didn't look at the first petal, or the second or third. He refused to believe that his heart was gone this quick, before his family even had a chance to look for the boy who wanted to touch the stars. Another cough, more petals.

Jason is the one to find Danny first, surprisingly. He wasn't even trying to look either, but hey he'll take winnings anyway. Since then the rest of his siblings stalked the coffee shop for the boy to make sure he was good for Tim. Honestly Tim wouldn't be surprised if Bruce knew what was happening and was helping them. 

The commotion of his siblings hid his flowering lungs well, but at this point denial was useless. Tim fell hard for Danny, a cute boy with a brilliant mind to match. Tim coughs hard. Lungs rattling as a whole handful of petals fall from his mouth to his dinner plate past his poorly cupped hands. Everyone stops around him, it's silent. Tim for the first time looked at the petals from his lungs, white Chrysanthemums are the flowers suffocating him. Concerned chaos enraptured him.

Bruce pulls him from patrol, even after Arkum's break out. Everyone is walking on eggshells around him, well almost everyone. Jason doesn't feel the irrational guilt of worsting Tim's flower with teasing and the like. Tim may hate the situation he got himself into but at least someone is being sensible about it, (unlike himself). 

It's around the time he would stop in to see Danny as Red Robin, when Jason checks in on him. Tim is coughing up whole flower heads, their roots pulling at the inside of his lungs with a long stinging sensation that turns into a stab with each convulsion. Hands hold him upright as the petals stop falling from his mouth. 

Jason looks worried before sighing, his face shifting to a shit eating smirk. "It's been a week and here I thought you are smart enough to confess" 

"You just saw me cough up a garden and that's what you say to me? Unbelievable!" Tim flat start is barely held as he fights a slightly hysterical laugh.

"Really living life here, Timbo. How's those flowers tasting? Not good I assume but clearly you like them enough to keep them so fucking long"

"Yeah, yeah, I get it. I should confess and shit, but I'm on mandatory bed rest. If Alfred catches me going out, I think I'll die from the disappointment."

Jason smirks turns smug "Good thing I already told him I was taking you out so you can take care of your sad love life. Come on let's go before your boy toy’s shift ends"

This sends Tim into a panic. He is nowhere near ready to go outside the manor least of all talk to Danny, but Jason doesn't care. He throws Tim over his shoulder and turns to walk out of Tim's room.

"Wait! Wait! Wait!!" Tim pleads "I'm not even sure if Danny likes guys and I'm not meeting him looking like I've been dying the past week!"

"The dying thing is true and you know it but I guess you can get changed." Jason relents, setting Tim down. "Be out by my bike in 10 or I'm hunting you down"

Tim scurries to his closet. Okay, he's doing this. To think that out of all of his siblings it would be Jason that finally gets him to confess. Tim is going to make him pay for his coffee when this is all over.

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Danny's shift is almost over, and there is still no sign of Red Robin. Not seeing him for a week shouldn't worry him this much, Tim could be on a business trip for all Danny knows. Actually he would know, Tim has a habit of complaining about having to leave for them.

His core burns as a red vapor starts to trickle up his throat. Hanahaki disease shouldn't be taking over his lungs this fast, but life decided to deal him a bad hand. Danny painfully swallows the vapor. He just has to make it to the end of his shift, he'll call Jazz for help then.

He is resting his head on the counter with his eyes closed, trying to manage the blooming pain. He is the only one here tonight besides his manager Anna. The bell above the door rings out into the quiet shop. He stands up from his resting position putting on his customer service smile. 

Tim is standing just in the door. Their blue eyes meet and red vapor fills his burning lungs. Danny is going to drown in petals and green flaked blood. Danny starts coughing hard, not even trying to hide the bloody petals falling from his lips, nor the vapor rolling up into the air. 

Tim rushes to the counter, his own petals starting to fall from him. At the same time Danny's manager walks out from the back, stopping him from vaulting over the counter. She looks startled before seeing their collection of petals. 

"Danny, you can take the rest of your shift off. I'll cover the rest just to figure your shit out before you come in next okay." She says while helping Danny up.

He glances at Tim then back at her before nodding. "Okay, I'll clean the mess-"

"No. I got it, plus I think that you'll only make it worse at the moment." She gives him a small smile, while shoo-ing to the back so he can grab his things.

"Well, since you are waiting for him, is there anything I can get you?" She asked.

Oh right Tim forgot Jason was there. His brain shut off when he saw Danny crumple from a familiar cough. The red vapor and amount of blood mixed with the petals was concerning but hopefully that will be fixed after this. Petals fill his mouth as he orders him and Danny coffee. Pushing Jason to the counter to pay as they discussed (argued) on the way there.

Danny comes out the same time their order is done. Tim grabs the drinks and walks up to the cause of the flowers blooming in his lungs. Danny looks nervous, but smiles at Tim with slightly bloody teeth anyway. That shouldn't be hot. Tim blushes as he holds back the worst of his coughs. Petals puff out of his mouth like the first fallen leaves in autumn caught in the wind. Danny giggles as his own bloody petals fall.

"Man, I guess we got each other huh." Danny sighs

"Yeah, wanna talk about it? It's a little late to take you out for dinner, unless you want Batburger?" Tim leads Danny out of the coffee shop, leaving Jason behind.

"Batburger for a first date doesn't sound too bad." Danny grins, and the pull in his lungs disappears. The last of the Chrysanthemums petals leave his mouth. He looks at Danny hoping to see the same, but Danny looks anxious and in pain still.

"But, before that there's something I have to tell you. If we are doing this it would be unfair for you to not know" Danny takes a deep breath and turns to look at Tim. He really shouldn't tell Tim but he'll have to trust him. 

"I'm half ghost. I had a lab accident when I was younger that killed me but brought me back… mostly. Now I can turn into a ghost and have ghost power. Also fangs but that's less important and I'm rambling now. Please say something."  

Tim blinked "Well that wasn't what I was expecting but at this point, it could be worse. I believe and accept you. We can talk more about that later in a different place." Tim said, looking hopefully at Danny. 

The burning in Danny's lungs stopped with one last drag of red vapor and bloody petals fall from his lips. He relaxes and takes Tim's hand.

"Good, because the flowers that were in my lungs are like one of the only thing that can kill ghosts and they fucking burned. Anyway, where is the nearest Batburger?" Danny says, casual as ever.

"Wait, WHAT!!" 

[easy-revenge]

we need more on the easy revenge and how himeno plays a role in aki’s development please i love her <3 give me the meta i love u thank u

the way y'all are enabling me to be insufferable on main? i love it. its me and my problematic fave against the world. buckle up.

honestly i cant believe i havent talked about easy revenge on here? its my favorite part from himeno's arc and one of my favs for aki as well. so... essay incoming.

gonna start a bit from further back and make some himeno haters mad right off the bat. himeno, in my humble (and correct) opinion, was the person who knew aki better than anyone else. and it has very little to do with how long they knew each other.

himeno knew. she knew that aki wouldn't make it. she knew since before we, as an audience, started observing this story. she knew the harsh but very realistic truth was that aki ultimately was just some guy, and i say that with the unimaginable love i have for him.

he was never special enough. he was never talented enough, strong enough and against popular belief, never driven enough either to kill the gun devil. he gave away his lifespan, he put his life on the line for others every day. he offered to use his sword to save denji, whom he allegedly despised at the time. that's not the behavior of someone who lives for a singular, selfish purpose.

himeno saw him and knew. she knew that if aki was to stand against the gun devil with a sword in hand, he wouldn't make it out alive. she saw him and knew that there were other things he wanted as well.

she was also selfish about it. she wanted him alive and close to her. she wanted them to leave public safety together. she wanted to cup her hands around the dancing little flame that was his shriveling life span and protect it with her life. but selfishness aside, she knew that ultimately it would be the best case scenario for aki as well.

she was proven right. multiple times. after her death. aki admitted to not looking at himself objectively shortly after he lost her, bc he wouldn't have been able to go on otherwise. aki had always been trapped. he'd been set up to fail by the narrative and by makima all along. and even though that was something himeno couldn't know, she was proven correct again when aki died before even getting to look at the gun devil and have a chance to go down fighting.

himeno never told aki that she didn't believe in him. it wasn't something he'd ever be ready to hear, especially while she was still alive. aki wouldn't be able to live without a goal to strive for. he'd clutched at that pipe dream and held on for dear life for too long, gave up too much on his way there. he didn't know how to exist without a finish line to run towards.

but himeno saw him stick gum to a woman's coat for her. she saw him being happy about it. she saw him taking care of power and denji, even though he was aki hayakawa, the devil hunter who hated devils the most. she saw him stare longingly at makima. she felt his breath against her own face as they shared cigarettes.

it rly isnt that hard to see, if u care enough to look. and himeno cared more than enough. aki thought he wanted revenge. it takes a lot of hate in a man's soul to dedicate his life to that. aki was kind. aki cried for his co-workers' deaths. aki wanted to be the big brother he never got to be. he wanted the family he lost. he wanted to save people from things similar to what he went through.

aki deserved to lead a life where his kindness wouldn't put him at a disadvantage.

and that's what himeno wanted for him. even if it wasn't a life he would live by her side, she wanted him to be fulfilled. with her dying breath, she herself left him with a wish he could make come true.

later she'd leave him with a wish he'd at least try to.

easy revenge. small victories. moments of fulfillment. she probably put that cigarette upside down in the packet she died with, for good luck. it's such an honest wish. such a caring one. maybe something himeno would've lived by too if she didn't find her brief fulfilment in addiction.

it seems utterly pointless now. bc aki did die in the hands of the gun devil. he didn't get to protect denji and power. he didn't get to protect angel either. he failed in every way a man can fail bc he didn't escape the narrative. would never have been able to.

personally though, i dont think he would've gotten as close as he did to taking something back if it wasn't for that cigarette. if it wasn't for the remnants of himeno, the mere essence of her having the power to give it to him before dying alongside ghost.

bc he did get a family. he got to be an older brother again. he gave two months he couldn't really spare to save a devil. took the same devil out to eat with him.

he ASKED to leave the gun devil mission to protect his family. to not lose anyone else the way he lost himeno. to not see another loved one of his go in the little time he had left.

he did everything in his power to honor both of himeno's dying wishes. he cried for her when she died and got his easy revenge. at least as much of it as he could.

to me, himeno was vital to aki's development and storyline, both alive and in death. aki deserved a person to know him. to see him. and himeno wasn't perfect, but she was that for him, even if it took him a bit too long to fully realize.

[noir-renard]

batburger AU is an absolute masterpiece, and I was wondering, if you don't mind sharing, what is your process like for coming up with these incredible plotlines? It's a skill I want to work on, and you, my friend. mmmmMMMMM

ougghhh thank you so much!! ❤️🥰🥰🥰This is a delightful and very flattering question, so I'll do my best to answer it.

I, like many writers, enjoy rotating things in my mind like a rotisserie chicken. (I say "enjoy", but I don't have much say in the matter. These thoughts be roasting and turning 24/7 Costco Style and I'm helplessly standing in front of the chicken rack, warming myself up with the oven heat because I got cold going into the giant refrigerator room to get some berries)(this is a metaphor but it also happens literally to me pretty often. Costco cold. Rotisserie chimken warm.)

Sometimes something good will result from this; sometimes during the more productive sessions of "rotate that thought like a tether ball", neat sentences will form from the ether in my brain.

IYGABAB, for example, was birthed from the randomly generated mind-typewriter paragraph: In a way, it was almost funny. It certainly sounded like a joke—Batman, Bruce Wayne, and Red Hood walk into a bar. Only it wasn't a bar, it was the Iceberg Lounge, and Batman swooped down from the skylight rather than walking in. You might recognize that as the first sentence of the story.

Because I was and continue to suffer from incurable DP x DC Brainrot, my first thought about this paragraph was, heh, that sounds like something Danny would say.

My second thought was, wait, why is Danny at the Iceberg Lounge? And what are Jason and Bruce doing there? And who is wearing the batsuit, and why?

I thought about this scenario for most of the day, coming up with possible answers. When I'd been thinking about it long enough that it was clear Iceberg Lounge Time wasn't going anywhere and the daydream plot was actually kind of interesting and Hey, I'd love to read that story, I started writing it down and kept writing.

The first scene I actually wrote down in full was the one where Sal asks Danny to cover for him at work. Of all the possible answers I came up with for "Why is Danny at the Iceberg Lounge?" the answer I liked the best was "He's covering for a co-worker/friend from his actual job".

Which generated a new question: what's his actual job? Does he work at a coffee shop? At a diner? At a grocery store?

And then I realized the chaos, the beauty, the delightful mayhem that having him work at Bat Burger would be. Like yeah yeah we all know Danny looks like all the Robins already, but to actually make him dress as a Robin for work? I couldn't pass that up.

That's when I knew this story had legs. There was a place for it to start and a place for it to go.

Returning to that initial paragraph helped me generate a lot more questions that needed answering if I wanted to continue the story. Why is Red Hood at the Iceberg Lounge (other than looking for Danny)? What is Bruce doing there (and why does he need to be there as Bruce and not Batman)? Who is wearing the Batsuit (and why are they wearing the Batsuit instead of their regular suit)?

Answering those questions generated a lot of the plot threads, after which I had a general idea of what Bruce, Jason, and Dick were up to (Duke's presence at the Iceberg Lounge came later).

I could have left it at that, but like Marie Kondo I love messes, so I made up some problems for the rest of the batfam and found ways to link them together in obvious and not-so-obvious ways. (If you come back and ask me again after the story is over, I can give a more in-depth answer about this, but I don't want to spoil anything for anyone!)

side note: I wrote the story out of order; when scenes came to me, I wrote them down, even if I didn't know where exactly they fit into the story. Keeping momentum up was more important to me than having a story that made perfect sense right from the start. (I did have to put it in order eventually, and I chose to do this by making a calendar of events as well as document with all the characters and what they were up to at any given point in the story. Was this the best way of doing it? Probably not. But it worked so I'm not going to question it too much)

In this way, I kept building and building the story, layer by layer. I think this method is technically called the "snowflake method", but because I did it kind of haphazardly it didn't really feel like a method 😅

In short, the answer to "what's my process" is this: I find a question so interesting that answering it generates countless other questions that demand an answer, and in the process of answering them all hopefully a story will fall into place.

I hope this is helpful! My mind is a chaotic place that's hard to parse (even for me), but I did my best to describe it in a way that's informative.

[theficpusher]

you don't get it. by littlehazandlou | nr | 3217 "About... this?" Niall asks, falling into the chair next to Harry to also watch them, gesturing between Harry and the two across the room. "I don't know what you're talking about." Harry mumbles and sniffs petulantly, making Niall laugh from beside him. "Please, Harry, I'm a beta and even I can practically smell the jealousy rolling off of you." Or, the one where Louis is spending a little too much time with the newest member of their crew, and Harry is most definitely not happy about it.

Always running after you,like a lost dog. by ace23 | T | 4400 Harry is an alpha, meets omega Louis in a club. Right away he feels a wild desire for him, and after he gets him is left wanting more. Louis never stays though, and Harry is slowly but surely falling for him.

one day by sarcasticfluentry | E | 9923 Louis giggles at him. “Hazza, I’m not even up the spout yet, love.” “Yeah, but…” Harry trails off, pinning Louis with his intense stare, and Louis locks eyes with him and feels a hot wave of anticipation wash over him because the implication is obvious: tomorrow you will be. ... or, Louis goes off of his suppressants and Harry goes into rut.

tennis court by outropeace | E | 18285 Nearly every single Monday, a new wave of gossip about Styles appeared in Louis’ office, like a dysfunctional and very thirsty clockwork. Because nearly every single Monday, a new omega freshly out of their heat had to tell how fantastic their weekend with the alpha was. And all thanks to Louis' office mating cycle system, which consisted of a database of employees who needed partners for their heat/ruts. It was a practical and very useful system; employees checked the people in it and had to pick three of them from the list of candidates to spend their cycles with—just in case one of the three was unavailable for those days, they still had at least two options secured. His first year working there, Louis made the huge mistake of putting Styles as one of his options. Styles, of course, never made himself available for him, not even once. Or Louis and Harry are co-workers and Louis is sure Harry hates him because he always refuses to help him with his heats.

Take Me Down Slow (Don't Let Me Go) by jacaranda_bloom | E | 26859 Louis has always felt different. Not necessarily on the outer realm of societal norms, but pretty damn close to the edge. As an Omega, he’s supposed to want certain things; to want to raise a family, to want to build a life with a partner, and to want that partner to be an Alpha. Well, two out of three ain’t bad. OR the one where Louis wants to find the right kind of partner to love, Niall hates snowboarding, Liam wants to settle down, Harry is really good with his hands, and mother nature could be the thing that changes everything.

Marks On My Baby by thinlines | E | 31628 “What’s that?” Harry hadn’t meant for his voice to sound so sharp and even he winced at his own outburst. It was more of a hiss than an actual question, but for now, he was too surprised to care. “What’s what?” The omega asked, eyebrows raised and lips pinched. Harry knew he was probably mad at him for interrupting his rant, but the alpha was too on edge to bother pleasing the boy. “On your neck… Your bondmark spot…” His voice had grown low and deep, almost a growl. Who knew a single love bite on his omega friend's neck would trigger Harry this much? Certainly not the alpha himself.

You Smell Like by mystic_believexx | M | 185369 For her part, Jay took everything in her stride, barely batting an eyelid when Louis came into the kitchen the night Harry left and said, “I seem to have accidentally become the pack’s Alpha”. Ever since Harry left town, Louis’ found himself with the role of pack Alpha, despite being human. So he can’t wait to hand over the reins when Harry returns. Except, it’s not quite that simple… OR The one where Louis is the Alpha’s mate and everyone is aware of it except for Louis and Harry. Go figure!

[boldlyvoid]

Wheels Up

Characters: Spencer Reid, Reader (Y/N), Aaron Hotchner, David Rossi, Derek Morgan, Savannah Hayes, Emily Prentiss, Elle Greenaway, Tara Lewis, Jennifer Jareau, Matt Simmons, Luke Alvez

Summary: JJ goes on maternity leave, Spencer falls in love with her replacement that he's supposed to be mentoring, Emily Prentiss and Elle Greenaway work a case together that brings Simmons and Alvez in for help...

Warnings: Genius!Reader, mutual pining, idiots in love, drinking, star gazing, lots of fluff, mentions of past assault, grooming, drug addiction, spencer's trauma, Abductions, Rape, Murder (typical canon violence)

word count: 9.4K

a/n: this is for @starry-eyed-spence and @simmonsmilf CM fanfiction week, Day One: Favorite Character... only I couldn't pick just one.

To say Spencer fell in love at the least opportune time was a bit of an understatement. Everyone he’s ever come close to admitting his love to has either left him or died. Now he’s stuck with loving someone in secret, keeping it to himself and hoping that one day she’ll love him back.

He fell in love with a co-worker once again… which wasn’t the worst thing, office romances happen and it’s quite frankly all Rossi’s fault that they even had to worry about fraternization policies. The part that makes liking Y/N so difficult is that he’s supposed to be her mentor, he’s 5 years older than her, and if he was to ever make a move she would feel inclined to reciprocate in order to keep her job because that’s the unfortunate truth behind office relationships with significant differences in positions.

And worst of all… she doesn’t like him that way at all. She’s called him the brother she always needed, a best friend, the best mentor ever. She wasn’t interested in him in the slightest.

“And why would she be?” He’s said this to everyone who knew about his crush on her. “I’m old and boring and she’s so cool?”

But he didn’t get it. He didn’t understand that every time she asked him to hang back to help her file something, or when they would buddy up in hotel rooms to discuss cases all night and end up down some star trek rabbit hole instead, every time he talked to her she was falling in love with him right back.

It once again all circles back to Rossi, if it wasn’t for him, Spencer wouldn’t even know her. She wouldn’t have ever been introduced to the unit, he wouldn’t be attached to her at the hip and he probably wouldn’t be as happy as he is with her in his life. Even if she wasn’t his girlfriend.

He’ll never forget the day Rossi asked him to meet her, to help her settle in…

“Spencer, can I talk to you for a minute?” Rossi called him into his office.

He sighed, putting his book down and walking up the stairs to his office. He closed the door behind himself and smiled awkwardly, “what’s up?”

“Sit,” he gestures to the chairs in front of his desk, where Spencer pulls one out and proceeds to sit down, anxiously. “As you know, both Kate and JJ will be out of the field in the next few months to have their babies and we need to bring someone in to fill the void until they return, so I reached out to the academy to see if they have any up and coming Dr. Reid like agents that they could loan us.”

“Why?” Spencer laughs at the choice of words.

“Well, honestly, why get new 2 agents when we could have two Reid’s? JJ will be back after a month or 2, it’s better to have more brains than brawn.”

“So they found someone and you want me to be their chaperone?” Spencer clues in. “Who are they?”

“Y/N Y/L/N, she’s a wonderful agent, but she’s pretty quiet, I don’t know much about her personally.” Rossi prefaces. “She’s a genius, high IQ like yours and just a plethora of knowledge inside that mind of hers. You’ll like her.”

“Alright,” he nods. “When do they start?”

“When JJ’s water breaks, but I’d like you to meet them and maybe even have them shadow you for a day?” Rossi asks, “I’ve actually arranged for you both to get dinner at a friend's restaurant?”

“Is this an arranged date or purely business? Don’t send me in there blind,” he worries. “I need at least a week's prep before I go on a date again.”

“It’s not a date, kid,” Rossi laughs. “She's just a lot like you were when I met you, and I know from watching you all these years that it’s not easy to do it alone, so can you just walk them through it?”

“Of course.”

That first dinner Rossi set up for them was more exquisite than either of them prepared for.

They spent the whole night discussing dissertations and their independent journeys through becoming a genius. He understood perfectly why Rossi and the Academy would think she was a lot like him, she was a genius, but she was awkward. It took a while for her to break out of her shell and open up, but by the end of the night, he already knew they were going to be friends.

“So,” she smirks, “would you mind telling me honestly how hard this job is?”

“Why?”

She sighs, “I’ve heard a lot about Thee Doctor Reid and how you were the youngest hired to the BAU and all the shit you’ve been through.”

“What are the rumours these days?” He awkwardly smiles back, rolling his eyes slightly.

“That you were brain dead in a cemetery from an overdose and yet you’re so smart you came back from the dead to kill the unsub and escape…” she looks more and more disappointed in the rumour as she tells it.

His tongue hits the roof of his mouth as he opens it to speak, making a tsk noise as he shakes his head. “Well, I did OD but it was the unsubs main personality that resuscitated me.”

“Holy shit,” she whispers.

He nods, “what about you? I’m sure you have a reputation based on a rumour?”

She presses her lips together the way he always did, just as awkward. She sighs, huffing the air out of her nose and looking fed up. “I was groomed and assaulted by an older boy who then told kids I had a stalkerish crush on him so if I was to ever tell anyone what happened, then no one would believe me.”

“I’m so sorry,” Spencer knows the words don’t make up for what happened. “I’m guessing that’s why you wanted to get into profiling?”

She nods, “I got away with some PTSD and trust issues, most girls go through much worse… they deserve someone who gets it to look into their cases.”

Spencer nods. “That’s how I felt after my kidnapping too. It took a while for me to look at crime scene photos and not think about how they felt, and wonder why I lived when so many die?”

“I’ve never been a religious person,” she prefaces. “But I do believe we are here for a reason. Whether you choseto be here after your last life or this is some learning opportunity, or God is actually real? And you’re supposed to do good.”

“In narcotics anonymous, they reference god a lot, it’s helpful for the addicts, but I never get into it,” he opens up with her more than he’s ever opened up with any friend. “If my Devine purpose is to suffer in order to relate to those I’m supposed to help that’s a load of bullshit… honestly, I can get pretty angry thinking about why I’ve gone through what I’ve gone through doing this job, but it’s not as bad as what happened to me growing up, and it leads me to believe that I probably wouldn’t have had an easy time no matter how I live.”

She nods, “I know, I get that.”

“Sorry,” he snaps out of it. “I didn’t mean to trauma dump on you.”

“It’s exactly what I asked for actually,” she reminds him with a soft smile. “If you can still come to work every day, after all that, you must be incredibly strong— and if I’m anything like you the way people say I am, I guess I can do it too.”

He had no idea she would end up being his best friend.

She shadowed him just once in the office, picked up everything right off the bat and immediately made a name for herself in the unit. Derek tried multiple names on her before one stuck, and they knew it stuck when even Hotch called her Baby Genius.

She brought a different knowledge base to the team, similar to Spencers but visibly younger. She fit in with the crowds of kids they had to interview, she understood why kids reacted the way they did to trauma and abuse, and she was still a kid at heart. It was the reason Spencer fell for her.

She allowed him to feel free again. They went out together outside of work, going to events he always wanted to go to with a partner but never had a chance. She loved all the same things as him, and she takes him to places he’d never imagine enjoying before her.

Like laser tag… that was an afternoon he’ll never forget with her.

When JJ went into labour, that’s when Y/N started full time and Hotch hired Tara Lewis in the same week. The team barely had time to adjust to being undermanned before they were restocked.

Joining Spencer every morning for every case, she waited out front of her apartment for him to pick her up most mornings, sticking to his side throughout the long days and nights until he drove her home again. Even at work, they were partnered up for everything: heading to the M.E. together, bouncing facts back and forth at the precinct, playing good cop bad cop with perverts, and her personal favourite… Making the geoprofile.

And Spencer liked doing that part with her as well. Because it typically meant they were completely alone in a room, spreading out a map and leaning in close to each other as they placed every sticker and marker. Brushing hands, bumping shoulders, longing glances as they made connections… he also just liked to watch her hands move.

She was delicate and careful and precise… and he was falling in love with everything about her as the days went by.

Everyone on the team had noticed. It was really hard not to when they’ve all known Spencer for almost 11 years now. He was so different with her in his life, he was happy and giddy and dressing even better than before. His hair was perfect and he was glued to Y/N’s side. Or she was glued to his.

Even though they were mentally similar, physically they were polar opposites. Y/N wore all black and was a lot more outgoing than they expected. Rossi thought she’d be quiet… But she was constantly talking. To Spencer, to other officers, to witnesses, she never stopped talking and starting conversations, and thank god she did because she’s cracked 4 cases that way.

The biggest surprise the team learned about her happened on a case in Florida, a shooting in a local park in broad daylight with lots of witnesses meant the whole team was on the boardwalk asking questions. She went out to do her thing, talking to the local skaters, asking them if they knew anything but they didn’t want to cooperate.

They were too cool for the feds.

“Can I see your board?” She asks, “if I do some tricks will you answer some questions for me and Doctor Reid?”

“Knock yourself out,” one of the boys laughs as he hands her his board.

She hands Spencer her gun and shoots him a wink before taking off to do a few tricks. The whole team watches in awe then as Y/N showed off. Cruising along the halfpipe effortlessly like she was a professional.

“Okay Tony Hawk,” Morgan teases her, “where did that come from?”

“Skateboarding is easy, it’s just physics,” she shrugs. “I can figure skate too…”

“What do you want to know?” The boy takes his board back. “We always see some sketchy guys around here.”

Morgan pats Y/N on the back with a smile, applauding her ability to get anyone to open up before leaving her to take the statement.

“Agent?” One of the girls pulls her aside just before they are about to leave, “how did you do that kickflip? I’ve been trying to learn and the boys won't help me.”

“Sure thing,” she takes the girl's board and demonstrates a kickflip first.

“So, you see as I start the kickflip I bend my knees?” She shows her another kickflip all while explaining it. “Much like the with an ollie, I’m building pressure so I can apply it to the tail, making the board pop. The one thing that makes this trick different from the ollie is that instead of sliding my foot up, I just flick my toe out to the right of the board, by doing this, the board flips in a 360-degree motion.

She demonstrates again and it’s another flawless kickflip, and a huge smile on her face as Spencer watches her.

“How fast the board spins depends on how much force I put into it when I flick it out. As soon as the board flips in a full 360, your feet should connect and drive the board back to the ground.”

She hands the board back to the girl, “your turn.”

She takes a deep breath and shakes her nerves out before taking off on her board, looping around and carefully bending her knees, she follows every step and it’s a flawless kickflip.

“Flawless!!” Y/N claps. “Those boys better watch out, you’re a natural.”

“Thank you,” she wraps her arms around Y/N and gives her a hug, “it’s taken me so long to be able to do that, you’re so cool.”

“You’re welcome,” she smiles. “Good luck out there.”

She waves as she takes off on her board, leaving Y/N with a smile as she turns to Spencer. “I miss being that age and thinking everything is so cool.”

“You are really cool,” he agrees. Smiling softly as a blush fills his cheeks. “You’re always surprising me. Is there anything you can’t do?”

She laughs, “yeah the one thing I want to do the most.”

“Which is?”

She sighs, “maybe I’ll tell you someday.”

—

He’s sitting beside Penelope and Savannah, watching Derek and Y/N get drinks for what’s left of the group as the night drags on.

“When are you going to tell her?” Savannah asks.

“What?” Spencer pretends he doesn’t know what she’s talking about.

“You have a crush on the new girl…” she pokes his cheek as he blushes and gives it away. “Tell her, what’s the worst that can happen?”

“She could feel forced to say yes because I’m a supervisory special agent and she isn’t and she wants to keep her job so she feels like she needs to,” Spencer worries. “I want her to like me back because she fell for me and I want her to initiate it because then I’ll know it’s not just a power dynamic issue.”

“Have you tried asking her, genius?” Penelope teases. “Because if you asked her then you’d know she has a crush on you and she’s afraid you’ll turn her down because you’re an SSA and she isn’t.”

“When did you hear that?”

Penelope pretends to lock up her lips and throw away the key, making Savannah laugh loud enough to get Derek's attention at the bar. When he and Y/N return, that’s when the questions start.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing,” Spencer gets up and leaves the booth, walking out towards the smokers' exit at the back of the bar, getting a moment of semi-fresh air to think about what Penelope said.

“Spence?” She calls to him from the door, “are you okay? Can I come out here?”

“Yeah,” he nods. “Sorry, I needed some air, it’s nothing.”

“Do you need a hug? I read it helps the most when people are stressed out,” she plays it off with a shrug.

“So you do have a crush on me?”

“She told you?” Her face lights with fury, “what the fuck, Penelope?”

“She didn’t mean to,” he tries to cover it up. “It was only brought up because I have feelings for you as well.”

Her eyes widen, her brows raise and her mouth slowly opens as she freezes.

“Y/N?”

She blinks a few times and shakes her head, “impossible. There’s no way.”

He laughs, “I’ll take that hug now?”

She lunges for him and wraps her arms around him so tight. Breathing him in, her hands wander his back as she takes in every second if it and he does the same. He can’t believe she’s that close to him, her hair smells nice and she’s so soft in his arms.

It’s quiet outside, they can hear the music behind the door, the people in the ally talking and the crickets in the night. It’s just them outside, holding each other in the smoking section with smiles on their faces, amazed that it’s finally happening.

“Can we keep this between us?” She whispers into his ear. “Just for a bit? I don’t want to go through all the paperwork and have to separate in the field if it doesn’t work out?”

“Wait,” Spencer pulls back. “Are you asking me to be your boyfriend?”

She nods, “well yeah isn’t that what happens when two people have a mutual crush? They date?”

“Okay,” he smiles, staring at her lips and then flicking his gaze back to hers with a blush. “I have more than a crush on you, I really, really like you.”

“Prove it,” she teases, “let's go on a real date soon?”

“You know what, let’s get out of here. I have something I want to show you,” he takes her hand and waits for her to nod.

“Take my lead okay? You don’t feel good and you’re going to wait outside while I say goodbye,” she has a plan right away

“After you,” he holds the door open for her and lets her inside first.

—

“I’m taking Spencer home, he’s not doing well,” she’s a much better actress than Spencer expected, patting his back and watching him leave the bar before her like she asked him to do. “He’s really anxious?”

Penelope looks worried, “oh no, I fucked up. I told him you like him.”

She just shrugs, “if he didn’t know that already then I guess he’s not as smart as he pretends to be.”

“See,” Derek looks at Savannah. “I told you everyone else also thinks he’s faking being that smart.”

“Shut up,” she shoves him and turns her attention back to Y/N. “Go make him feel better, he’ll like your company.”

“I’ll see you guys at work on Monday,” she waves them goodbye, surprised they bought it as she rushes her way back outside to Spencer.

He’s already in his car, engine running and waiting for her with a smile. “Come on,” he hurries her inside and is taking off down the road before she even has her seatbelt on yet.

“What’s the rush, Spence? It’s only 1 in the morning I’m sure tones of places are open still?” She teases.

“You’re going to like this, I used to go here all the time when I started with the bureau,” he explains, leaving the main road to take a back root, and eventually they’re driving on gravel.

“If you’re taking me here to murder me this is a dumb way to do it because they all know I left with you,” she teases. “At least when you go to get rid of me, do yourself a favour and dig 6 one-foot holes instead of one 6 foot hole…”

He laughs, “would you really give your murderer tips?”

She nods, “my goal would be to piss him off so much he either lets me go or murders me quickly. I don’t want to go through all the pain.”

“It’s not fun, that’s for sure,” he shrugs it off but she knows it hits too hard.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers, reaching her hand out for his to hold by the gear shift. “I think you’re like the strongest guy in the world, you know that, right?”

“Why?” He asks as if that's a preposterous thing to say.

“I think if I got kidnapped and tortured at 24 I wouldn’t still be working in the FBI,” she admits. “I barely made it through the academy, I know this job is intense but I don’t think I could handle being in that situation.”

“If it’s up to me,” Spencer squeezes her hand tighter and brings it to his lips for a kiss. “You’ll never experience anything like that.”

He’s so good at making her feel safe that she almost believes he has the power to do that. He would do anything and everything to move fate for her safety.

He turns down another back road then, around the edge of a lake and towards a clearing. He follows old tire tracks and parks by the dock. “I found this spot one night on a random drive to clear my head.”

“I thought you hated driving?” She quizzes him.

He shrugs, “I like to drive at night when no one else is on the road because then I don’t really have to worry about anyone else. I hate driving because I can’t always anticipate other drivers' movements. If I could read minds, then I’d drive more.”

“Valid,” she nods, “now why is this such a special spot that you needed to show me right away?”

“Well, I have a telescope and it’s been in my trunk for the last 13 years so that every time I come here, I can look up at the moon…”

“You brought me here to look at the moon with you?” She swoons, “that’s so cute.”

“You think?” He looks like his heart is doing the same swelling as hers.

She gets out of the car before she can lean over and kiss him the way she wants to. In his trunk, he does have a telescope, and a blanket, which they set out on the dock and sit upon.

The sound of the lake, the loons in the distance, frogs and crickets and music travelling from somewhere down the lake. The moon was big, the stars were amazing, and this was the closest she has ever seen them. It's amazing, and of course, it was Spencer showing her everything.

He was everything to her.

And it didn’t take long for him to become everything to her either.

Joining the BAU was a dream to many at the academy, but Y/N never thought that she would get the job, overjoyed that she did. They were a family unit; they got the job done, they protected each other, and it was a wonderful environment to be a part of. She obviously liked Spencer the most out of everyone. He took her in, he made her feel comfortable and safe and she opened up more with him than she has with anyone she’s labelled a “best friend” in the past.

She liked everything about him. The way he talked with his hands, how his sweater, vest, shirt and tie always match, his gun looks a little out of place on his belt, like it’s too big for him, but it’s cute. His hair’s been getting longer too, sometimes he wears glasses and sometimes if she’s lucky, he doesn’t shave every day.

She can’t take her eyes off him when he’s busy and won't notice, just to then move her focus away when he stared at her. She only wishes she could see the way he stares at her in awe, because if it’s anything like how she looks at him, he must love her.

She keeps her hand in his, trading the telescope back and forth in turns, her face was close to his every time they switched and she kept getting bolder with each exchange. Letting Spencer look, she kept her face close to his, kissing his cheek softly as soon as he was busy peering up at the moon.

He turned to her with a gasp, “what was that for?”

“You’re cute,” she shrugs. “I’ve wanted to kiss you for a while.”

“How long?” He teases, leaning in closer and kissing her nose to make her laugh.

“Since you dropped me off at my house after that first dinner…”

“So this is me,” she nods out the window, “thank you for the ride, I appreciate not having to be in an Uber all by myself.”

“Anytime you need a ride, you can give me a call?” He asks. “Seeing as we’ll be going to the same place anyway.”

She nods with a smile, “I’d love that, do you live close to here?”

“Just up the street,” he nods. “So we could carpool?”

“I can drive some days if you want?” She asks, “I know you mostly take the subway, and I know that because I’ve seen you reading on there before.”

He can’t help but smile, “so you never thought to say hello?”

“No,” she shakes her head, “you looked peaceful, and I’m sure you don’t get many moments like that in your line of work.”

He sighed, knowing she was right. “If it ever gets to be too much for you, please never feel like you have to pretend to be okay? None of us expect you to be stone cold, none of us are either. The job gets to us, just tell me if it gets to be too much?”

She looks from his lips back to his eyes and over again, “thanks, Spencer.”

He does the same to her, “anytime. Should I walk you to your door?”

She shakes her head, “that’s okay you’ve done enough for me tonight.”

“Fair enough,” he laughs. “Have a good night Y/N.”

“You too, Spencer,” she smiles before she exits his car, smiling at him from her porch before he drives away.

“So it’s been mutual this whole time?” He shakes his head at the absurdity. “I’ve been so lonely for so long and then I found you and you make me feel like I don’t need to be alone anymore.”

“You complete me too,” she makes one more comment before connecting their lips.

It’s like the world stops then. It’s silent and serene and everything she thought kissing Spencer Reid would be.

She pulls back with a smirk, “oh no.”

“What?” He worries.

“I’m going to want to kiss you all the time now…”

“Good,” he mumbles the words against her lips before reconnecting them.

—

At work on Monday, it’s very hard for them to look at each other without remembering that they’ve kissed. Spencer’s practically glowing with admiration for her that he gives it all away. He’s overly happy, offering to do things for others, standing way too close to her and bringing her coffee all morning.

“Okay, pretty boy,” Derek takes him by the scruff of the neck and redirects him into his office. “What’s going on with you today, I know you’re not this happy for JJ’s return?”

“What do you mean?”

“Did you get laid or something?”

Spencer laughs, “no, you know I don’t get laid. You actually remind me of that fact quite often.”

“You’re so happy I’m worried you’ve moved to crack,” he says it. “Okay, you were acting weird on Friday, you missed brunch on Sunday and now you’re waaay too happy.”

“I’m not on drugs again,” Spencer assures him. “I’m just letting myself enjoy my time with Y/N, if she falls in love with me in the meantime that would also be nice.”

“Oh, so you’re doing this to get laid,” Derek teases him again. “That’s good, I’m sorry if I triggered you by asking, but I had to make sure you’re okay.”

“No, no,” he places his hands on Derek's shoulders, “thank you for caring.”

“Always—“

“Guys!” They hear Hotch yelling from the bullpen, cutting the tender moment short, saving Spencer from spilling the truth.

Rushing back, he sits beside Y/N at the briefing room table. “We have a bad one,” Emily Prentiss of all people walks in the door, followed by Elle Greenaway.

“We’ll have time to mingle in a minute, right now there is a woman who needs our help,” he announces.

Spencer quickly reads over the case files, recognizing Elles handwritten notes, she was a private investigator now. “With Penelope’s help, I’ve been able to set up alerts in College chatrooms in the area so that I can help to missing and assaulted women right away.”

“She’s alerted when someone reports a missing woman and she has advertisements for people to reach out to her for help,” Penelope explained.

“I’ve been working on these cases for the last 9 years,” Elle announces. “This morning Aasia Desai called me saying her sister Bahni never showed up for lunch and it’s not like her, we know she went clubbing last night and so far Penelope’s tracked her down an ally and then she’s gone.”

“Her parents are British diplomats so Interpol has asked me to join, luckily I was just in Ontario so it was a short trip over,” Emily adds. “JJ will be here in half an hour for her first day back, and we will celebrate when we can, but I see we have some new faces here?”

“Special Agent Y/N Y/L/N,” she waves, still glued to Spencer’s side. “I’ve heard a lot about you both from Doctor Reid.”

“Doctor Tara Lewis,” she stands and shakes Emily’s hand, and then Elles.

“So it says here that the first missing case was in 2006 just after you left the BAU?” Spencer changes the subject before anyone can pry into why he would be telling her about the women who worked there before her.

“I did,” Elle nods. “I was too late for her, by the time her parents realized she was missing and called me in the case was cold. I started this as a way to get ahead of it.”

“How long has she been missing?” Tara asks.

“She was last seen at 1:07 this morning,” Elle confirms. “We have 25 hours, maybe, to beat the odds.”

“Reid,” Hotch cuts in, “I would like you and Elle to go check out the street she was last seen on, find any private cameras or anyone who might have seen something.”

He turns to Y/N who just shrugs in silence; “it’s fine.”

“Tara and Derek, I’d like you to interview Aasia when she and JJ get here, Garcia can you do a deep dive into Bahni’s spending and academic records?”

“Sure thing,” she starts clicking away on her computer immediately.

“And Y/N,” Elle looks at her. “I need you to go over the footage of the man who followed her to the alley and get familiar with his face. We’re using you as the face of the investigation to hopefully draw the unsub out.”

“How would she be able to do that alone?” Spencer gets defensive, a way he used to with JJ when she was the media liaison.

“If she goes on the news and makes Bahni seem like a person while describing the unsub as someone who can help solve the case, it will draw him out,” Emily explains for Hotch, who is glaring at Spencer for second-guessing the plan already.

“And she’s college-age,” Elle adds. “If that’s who he’s been going after all this time he will want to come in and talk IF he can talk to her.”

She places her hand on his leg under the table, “it’s a good plan.”

“It is,” Hotch agrees.

“What do you not have a saying to replace wheels up when they stay in town?” Elle teases him.

“Wheels away?” Emily joins her, “that works?”

“just get to work,” Hotch tries not to smirk at them.

Spencer stands up to leave with Elle, “can I just talk to Spencer before he leaves?” She carefully asks Hotch.

“Make it quick,” he agrees reluctantly and lets her follow him down to his desk.

Spencer rests his hands on the back of his desk chair, holding it tightly in an attempt to calm himself down.

“I’m going to be fine,” she assures him. “I don’t think the guy on the tape took her, we’d see him leave if he did.”

“Unless he lives in the alley,” Spencer combats. “Can you ask Penelope to do a background check on all the cars coming in and out of the campus and that street between midnight at 2 am?”

She nods, placing her hand on his gently. “Good luck out there, okay?”

He nods, “it’s been 2 days they’re going to know by the end of the week.”

She laughs, “so be it.”

He says fuck it right then and there, wrapping her up in a hug and kissing the top of her head as the team watches in the briefing room. “I’ll see you later.”

“Yes you will,” she smacks his side as he lets her go. “If you’re going to make a scene at least give me a real kiss.”

“Hmm,” he teases. “No cause then I’d have to sign some paperwork and I’ve got to go…” he starts to back away.

“Coward,” she teases.

He just shrugs, meeting Elle by the door and heading towards the elevators in silence.

She doesn’t ask, not even when they get to the garage or inside the SUV. They’re driving down the road for maybe 2 minutes when Elle finally brings it up. “So—”

“What do you want to know?”

“It's that easy now? What happened to you?” She teases. “You’re so different from the baby Spence I left.”

“Well you missed my drug problem, my dad being a possible child molester, getting shot in the knee, getting shot in the neck, my girlfriend dying, and now my mom might have Alzheimer's so you know… I had to grow up a bit,” he lays it all out for her to ask any question she wants.

“Why don’t you ever call me? I would have been there for you through anything,” she reminds him.

“I know that,” he reaches over for her hand, “thank you. But I was a big fan of suffering in silence… and now I have Y/N and she makes me feel normal?”

“That’s good, you deserve some fraction of normal in your life and she’s really cute,” Elle smiles back at him before returning her focus to the road. “How old is she?”

“27,” he smiles. “She’s the best.”

“You love her,” Elle notices it.

He presses his lips together to fend off a smile as he nods, “I think I do.”

“Tell her, you deserve to hear that someone loves you back.”

—

She’s anxiously tapping her foot as she waits for the elevator to arrive with the suspect, Rossi standing just behind her. Only 15 minutes after being on the news, the man that was in the security footage contacted them. Making his way over for a voluntary interview.

He looks Y/N up and down with a smile, “I heard you were looking for me.”

“I sure was,” she plays along with it, smiling and making him think she’s interested as well. “I knew you’d get the message, we just need all the help we can get right now.”

“Of course,” he has his ego stroked so well that they can roll with it.

“Would you mind coming with me and Agent Rossi to talk about everything you saw?” She batts her lashes at him, really selling it.

“Sure,” he follows them down the hall.

Rossi opens the door and lets them in first, letting her get him settled and a glass of water. “So you can tell me everything from that night?”

“Sure,” he nods, explaining his taxi job, his run for the night and his alibi.

“So why did you step back into the doorway?” She asks as she sits in front of him. Straight-faced as she catches him off guard.

“Excuse me?”

“You stepped out of the way to let her pass and then followed her, she made no motion to say she wanted your services, so I’m just wondering why you would follow her before she disappeared?”

“Huh,” he suddenly feels played and his personality switches. “I thought this was just a chat?”

“I’m simply asking you questions? If you don’t have answers that makes you suspicious. An innocent person would have given me an answer,” she fights back.

“She’s right, you got very defensive very fast,” Rossi finally speaks up.

He shakes his head with a huff. “I was going to ask if she needed a ride, she looked pretty messed up. And then some guy came over and wrapped his arm around her and they walked off. They seemed to know one another. I thought she was safe in his hands.”

Only his tone doesn’t match the words. He sounds jealous— It’s not like she would have been a large tab, he wasn’t jealous because he lost a customer. No, he’s jealous like someone stepped in and prevented him from snatching an easy victim.

“Fair enough,” she pretends to believe him. “Thank you for your cooperation.”

“I can go now?” He changes right back to confused.

She nods, “I’ll escort you down if you’d like?”

“Thanks,” he stands and follows her to the door where Rossi stops her.

“Are you sure?”

She nods, “I’ll be back up shortly.”

She catches up with him by the elevators, “did you have to drive far to get here?” She makes small talk.

“Not really,” he shakes it off. “I like your necklace.”

She touches her necklace and her face drops, “thanks.”

“Necklaces are my favourite.”

“You don’t wear any?” She notices in the form of a question.

He shakes his head as the elevator opens at the ground level. “I think they’re nice gifts.”

She nods along, pretending that didn’t set off every ret alert and alarm in her mind, “well here you are. Thanks again for all the help.”

“No problem,” he goes to leave, turning to stop and block the doors from closing. “If you want, later tonight I can show you everything I saw at the alley?”

“Yeah, sure,” she agrees with no plan to go.

“8 pm? At Cafe Linda?”

“See you then,” she agrees and he steps back letting the door close and then she loses her cool.

Feverishly smashing the floor 6 button, and begging to make it back up to Hotch to tell him everything. But she also just wants to cry but she holds it in as she makes it to their floor matching past Rossi and right into the briefing room.

“He may not be our unsub but that man is a creep,” she announces. “He not only complimented my necklace but he asked me to come to the alley tonight so he can walk me through what he saw.”

“You’re not going,” Hotch announces.

“I didn’t plan to,” she snaps. “I think we need to look into him because he’s either giving little girls necklaces to keep them quiet or he’s taking necklaces after he kills women.”

“Kathy’s parents said she was in a necklace when she went missing,” Emily adds. “His connection to this case and being at NYU right before she went missing gives us enough probable cause for a search warrant.”

Hotch sighs, “fine. I’ll call a judge, you and Y/N can go and search his place.”

“So shouldn’t we arrest him before he leaves the building?” Morgan asks.

“He’s still in the garage, I’ve let the security know to stop him and arrest him at the gate,” Garcia adds, listening in and planning in advance.

“Thank you,” Hotch smiles at her, “you’re always reading my mind.”

Garcia smiles back at him, “always, sir.”

“Okay, let’s go,” she looks at Emily and waiting for her to turn to leave the room.

“Let’s,” she motions for Y/N to take the lead and follows.

The drive to his house is so weird… she doesn’t quite know how to talk to Emily, knowing only slightly about her and her knowing nothing about Y/N.

“So how long have you and Spencer been dating?” Her first question just gets right to the point.

She laughs awkwardly, “3 days…”

“Oh…”

She hums as she nods along, looking out the window and avoiding Emily’s eye contact. “It’s new, we’re both pretty infatuated with each other but we’re taking it slower than most people because I’m afraid to let my feelings change how I do the job.”

“Makes sense,” Emily replies. Her voice is so sweet, she has an aura of calm that follows her and lets Y/N feel safe. She gets why Spencer said she was his best friend on the team before her.

“The necklace comment… why did it make you so wary of this guy?”

“When I was in middle school a guy gave me a necklace while he was grooming me,” she whispers. Looking out the window and pretending it doesn’t bother her now. “It’s fine, I don’t have it anymore, but I knew this guy had that same vibe.”

Emily put her hand out, letting Y/N interlock their fingers and hold it. “I know I just met you, but you’re family now. I’m here if you’re ever suddenly not fine with it anymore…”

“Thanks,” she smiles. “Let’s get this fucker.”

—

By the time the warrant went through, Spencer and Elle had joined them to search the first suspect's house while Emily left to help the rest of the team with suspect two. Tracking all the license plates in the area like Spencer suggested lead them to a Chinese food delivery driver in the area.

That didn’t stop Y/N from destroying her suspect's house. They tore the house apart, searching every nook and cranny for any answer that would make sense. She was tempted to lift the floorboards up, call in SCSI to run ground-penetrating radar and search the fucking walls if they had to.

But then she found it.

A small metal box in the laundry room contained some tools and when she lifted up the fake bottom, she found 5 necklaces.

“Elle!!” She yelled through the house.

They both came running down the hall to her, “is this Kathy’s necklace?”

“Oh my god,” she whispered with a nod.

“I want to kill this guy,” she mumbles under her breath as she places the necklaces back in the box and closes it up.

“Spencer doesn’t need another girl he has a crush on to murder someone and get kicked out of the bureau,” Elle teases.

“What?” Y/N asks.

“Way to go,” Spencer nudges her.

Y/N stands up with the box and slides it into a large evidence bag before taping it up. “I guess he has a type then.”

“I don’t,” Spencer tries to cover up. “I mean, if I do then it’s people who are nice to me…”

She smiles at him, unable to even pretend to be jealous or mad. “It’s hard to be mean to you when you’re so cute.”

“Ew,” Elle announces her disgust as she leaves the room.

“Let’s get out of here before I end up kissing you in a murderer's laundry room,” Spencer teases, taking her hand and leading her out of the house as the rest of the forensics team takes over the bagging of evidence.

“Guys,” Elle rushes back to them with her phone pressed to her ear. “We have a bigger problem than we thought with Bahni.”

They rush into the SUV, putting the team on the speaker to hear the most unthinkable. “So I did what Y/N suggested and searched every single driver coming in and off-campus and the last street she was seen on,” Penelope explains back. “And I came across a man who was delivering Chinese food under the name Tom Larson… and it’s ironic his name is tom because he has a plethora of peeping offences and general creepiness alongside a metric shit-ton of abuse from his dad and dead mother.”

“Okay?” Elle follows.

“Tom Larson lives near Bahni,” Emily explains, “I was just at his house where I found him and his father had been murdered.”

“So we have not 1 but 3 creeps in this case, and none of them are who took Bahni?” Spencer rubs his eyes. “Please tell me we know who was in Tom’s car last night.”

“That’s where it gets tricky,” Penelope says with the doles tones of keys clicking behind her words. “We were just contacted by the fugitive Taskforce because they believe one of the murderers they’ve been tracking took Bahni… but he has ties to a much larger scale global sex trafficking ring.”

Elle flies through the streets with their lights on, pulling back into headquarters and right up to the security check. “So who is this guy?”

“Once you get back up here, Agent Simmons and Alvez will explain everything,” Hotch confirms. “I’m taking Derek to see Cruze, we need to tell him what’s going on.”

“Sounds good,” Elle hangs up and throws the SUV in park.

Y/N hesitates, staying put and taking a few breaths as Spencer watches. Elle’s left the car and is already on her way to the elevator. “What’s wrong?”

“Can I just have a hug real quick?”

“Yeah,” he wraps his arms around her and holds her close. “Are you okay?”

She nods against him, “yeah it’s just good to have at least 8 hugs a day.”

“Hug me whenever you need to,” he whispers against her hair, kissing the side of her head before she pulls back.

“Kisses are helpful too?”

He smiles, leaning in and pressing his lips to hers, mumbling against them, “how many?”

She hums, “10?”

He pecks her lips 10 times and counts each one, making her giggle, it takes so much effort to hold her smile back to keep kissing him but she feels much better.

“Thank you,” she beams and she can swear Spencer's eyes sparkle as he smiles back.

She pulls him into another hug, “I hate that we have to go catch a killer right now.”

“Come on then, as soon as we get him we can go on another date somewhere?”

She shakes her head, “after this case I think we should take a nap together… I’m exhausted and I don’t want to let you go.”

Spencer shakes his head in amazement, “you really like me?”

“Yeah, maybe I do,” she teases him. “You should get used to it because it’s only going to get more intense and I will smother you with love.”

He just shrugs, “it’s about time—“

They’re startled with a knock on the window, “we get it you’re in love, can we go now?”

“Sorry!” Y/N calls back with a giggle, pulling him in for one last kiss before getting out. Spencer follows with a deep blush that everyone will see when they get back upstairs, but it looks cute on him.

Luke Alvez has been trying to catch one criminal for the last 2 years. Simon Garrett has been a pain in the ass for the FBI, the CIA and DEA. He first showed up on their radar when his DNA was found on 14 women’s remains, all of who had been missing for at least 5 years.

His DNA was then traced to his son in the foster system, who’s been off the radar for the last 10 years. Everette Garrett.

“Now he’s interesting because I’ve been investigating his sex trafficking ring between Canada and the United States,” Matt adds. “All 14 women his father's DNA was found on were thought to be in his ring, which means when they get too old he hands them to his father to take care of.”

Y/N shakes her head as she listens, “so if you’ve been looking for them for this long what makes you think we can find them in time to save Bahni?”

“We’ve been tracking him for a while, we knew that he had a new girl on his radar and when we heard it was Bahni Desai we knew it was time to get you guys,” Matt explains.

“So far we know that she has to be taken to this warehouse in Alexandria before she goes any further, we’re going to intercept them before they make it to the warehouse and then use their car to gain access to take the whole thing down,” Luke rolls out a map of the facility then.

“We need to have the place surrounded for any runners, SWAT is getting prepped, we’re going tonight at 3 am,” Matt adds. “Morgan, Hotch, Prentiss, Alvez and Myself will be running a team at each of the 5 exits. Once inside, each team's swat unit will deploy gas to carefully knock everyone out, from there we need someone to cuff everyone at least until we know who is a victim and who is working there.”

“We’re taking everyone alive?” Spencer makes sure he hears them right.

“We need to know what the step after this warehouse is if we want to rescue more victims,” Luke’s voice is gentle yet stern as he explains. “I’ve seen this man take too many women from good homes and ruin their lives, I’m not letting him slip out of my fingers.”

“We’ve had this planned for months, we just needed to wait for the next confirmed drop-off.”

“Who’s driving?” Y/N asks, having a feeling it was her and Spencer.

“He’s Reids age,” Hotch announces from the door as he walks in with Cruze, “so we’ll replace Everette with Reid and Bahni with Y/L/N.”

“Rossi and Elle will be there to apprehend Everette, we’re setting up a fake traffic spot to irritate him and inhibit him from running. You two will be in a duplicate car arriving at the warehouse at the arranged time,” Emily confirms. “We just have to prep SWAT and then we can leave.”

“Alright, let’s get ready.”

—

Pretending to be kidnapped in the back of a car driven by her boyfriend was possibly the weirdest way to spend a Tuesday morning. Driving the exact make and model as their unsub, her heartbeat was loud enough to cover the sound of the engine and distract her from the long drive. She was overly anxious, and rightly so, it was her first sting.

And she was doing it all without coffee. Tired but full of adrenaline, she wanted to close her eyes and drift off but she knew she needed to be ready to apprehend the men at the gate with Spencer.

She feels the large bump, indicating they just went over a speed bump and she knows what that means. The car slows and she can hear the muffled talking before swat steps in, soon enough Spencer is cracking the trunk open and reaching in for her.

“Are you okay?” He helps her to her feet and makes sure her bulletproof vest is on right before handing her, her gun and watching her clip it on.

“Yeah, what happened?”

“The guards are down, Swat moved in as soon as we arrived, now we have to stand here and wait for them to clear the building,” Spencer explains as they walk to the front of her car.

She draws her gun and keeps it pointed low, guarded as they watch the front entrance for anyone to escape. “Do you know if Bahni is okay?” She whispers towards him.

He nods, “they radioed in that they got her, she’s being airlifted to the hospital with JJ right now.”

She nods with a deep breath, “okay good.”

“It’s going to be fine, we have enough SWAT here to take the government,” he tries to joke, getting a laugh from one of the officers… very strange to see someone laugh while holding an assault rifle.

One of the swat side steps towards Spencer, “I’m hearing on the line that they’ve cleared every room. They’re cuffing everyone, you’re free to enter.”

“Thanks,” Spencer replies.

The high-pitched screech rubber gripping asphalt in an attempt to stop draws their attention backwards. Elle and Rossi jumping out with their guns drawn, ready to join even though the exciting part is long over.

“No runners?” Elle asks, holstering her weapon. “Aw man, I was excited.”

“Not a one,” Y/N adds, watching the front entrance for the rest of the team to start funnelling out with the unsubs.

Luke exits first with a big smile on his face, Simon Garrett cuffed and barely stumbling out the door in front of him. He finally got him.

“well done,” Elle congratulates him. “Let me help you get him in SWAT van.”

“I think she has a thing for Luke,” Rossi leans into Y/N to gossip. “she wouldn’t stop asking about him on the drive…”

“Ooo,” Y/N teases, getting more and more tired as her adrenaline drops. Her eyes are heavy and Rossi can tell.

“Why don’t I bring you and the good doctor home, I don’t think they need all of us for the wrap-up,” Rossi pats her back. “You’ve had a long night, kid.”

“Thank you,” she smiles, holstering her gun and turning with him towards the SUV. “I’m so exhausted.”

“Well you’ve been on the job for almost 24 hours now, you’ve officially made it through your first overnight sting op,” Rossi congratulates her like he’s her grandpa.

She turns back when she doesn’t hear Spencer following her, “Spence? Are you coming?”

“Um,” he has something to ask as he follows then but he doesn’t say it. “Yeah, sorry.”

“It’s okay, come sit with me in the back?” She asks, sliding in beside him and resting her head on his shoulder as soon as their seatbelts are on.

“Did you still want to have a nap together?” He whispers, feeling her nod against his shoulder before she pulls back.

“Come here,” she tugs him in against her chest, snuggling in as best as she could in their sitting position. Holding him close and feeling him drift off in her arms. She has no problem following suit.

When she wakes, Rossi is parked outside of her apartment, “here you go, Y/N.”

She hums as she comes to, shaking Spencer awake too, “Spence, come on, let’s get to bed.”

“He’s going with you?”

She nods, “don’t tell Penelope. She’ll have a field day, I just want a nap.”

“You better get more than a nap,” Rossi orders. “You guys need to actually rest before you come back to work on Wednesday.”

“Thanks, Dad,” she teases him. “We will.”

“Bye Dave,” Spencer whispers as he gets out of the car. “Thank you for the ride.”

“Anytime kid,” Rossi waves them off, waiting for them to enter the building before driving away.

“Finally,” she sighs, dragging Spencer down the hall and towards her apartment. “I’m so fucking tired.”

“me too,” he barely says.

He follows her inside like a lost puppy, taking off his vest and shirt, slipping out of his pants until he’s in an undershirt, boxers and his mismatched socks. She’s amazed by how comfortable he is with her, but she has known him for 3 months, it’s enough time to fall in love with someone… right?

She’s loved him since she started working with him. When she realized he valued her opinions, he looked at her as a person and he genuinely loved her company. She felt a real connection with him, not just childish infatuation. He was everything to her.

She slides into bed beside him and snuggles in, wrapping an arm around his middle and resting her head on his chest.

“I guess I really can do everything,” she smirks.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

She pokes his chest and giggles away the awkwardness, “the thing I wanted to do most, the thing that I couldn’t do… that was to fall in love with you, but I did it anyway.”

“Well, then I guess I can do everything too.”

She pulls away to look at him, “I love you, Spencer. I don’t know if it’s too soon, but I’ve loved you for a while.”

He pulls her in for a kiss, shocking her as he breathes her in and holds her there. “I love you, more Y/N.”

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i made a list of the vibes of the hermits i watch, so you might want to check some of them out! this is just mostly jokes, but i thought all of the more “serious” propaganda was missing something, so have what truly makes hermitcraft worth it; the players’ unique styles!

will be back on my dsmp stuff asap but it’s the first day of season 8 and i would really appreciate if you checked them out through the links provided :]

Grian; [ episode one link ]

vibes of a 17 year old mcyter, is actually 27 and married

noo not my red jumpah!

chaotic capitalist

someone is making the server better through order? *starts another war* whoops, hand slipped :D

he built a- he rebuilt his entire megabase in survival, above a giant lake of lava, in the nether, on hard mode, upside down??

“watching as scar dies over and over in my trap is peak comedy and i’m tired of pretending it’s not” but it happens like 5 times i every season

video editing is very main-stream and good for short attention spans!

*sad montage over losing stuff he’ll get back in 15 minutes because he’s rich*

pesky birdd! great elytra flier! amazing builder! will tnt your house! poultrymannn!!

wholesome, chaos incarnate, talented architect

why won’t mumbo respond to my messages it’s been two weeks :[ (clingy)

doors???????????? your house has doors???? no doors for you good sir!

will laugh a lot at a lot of things, esp when he’s with his friends

genuinely just so fun to watch

Mumbo Jumbo; [ episode one link ]

perfect british accent

mustache man (warning: he has no mustache irl)

*fails ten businesses in a row* iskall please help

redstone is his element

“it’s actually quite simple” i like your funny words magic man, now can you repeat how in the hell you made a that fancy vault work-

filmographer?? i think? met up with grian irl

him and grian have a robot son named grumbot. that has nothing to do with the vibes but i had to mention him because he means a lot to me.

tries to stay out of wars and server politics until someone (grian) drags him into them

minigame maker, makes the hermits competitive and that is scary (also very funny) e. g. button, hermit challengesss!

“it’ll be fineee” *que shot of everything on fire behind him*

makes his base a living being and then all his neighbors end up feeding it instead of him

conspiracy theorist. bumbo baggins. the usual.

very entertaining videos that help you learn more about minecraft mechanics!

GoodTimesWithScar; [ episode one link ]

wheelchair creator with literally the best vibes

so wholesome i. he is so cool he makes me so happy :’D

*extremely cool announcer voice* ooooo hello there my fellow miners and crafters, good timeees with scar heree, and welcome backk to the wonderful world of hermits and crafting, and we’re flying over-

commentates everything extremely well

spends tenths of hours on builds within a single video and doesn’t bat an eye

lore for all of his builds! he builds these amazing bases to tell a story!

“i wanna see white flags! white flags, outside your base, by-“ wait no wrong anti-rebellion army leader

all videos have a clear objective

mostly building, but he loves hanging out/helping his friends!

loves disney movies! wants to go to space! :D

kind-hearted, always makes everyone else smile

can be chaotic but usually just tries to have fun and make sure everyone else has fun too

*flies into a tree on half a heart* wait what why did i die D:

scar. scar please eat. you’re going to die for the tenth time this video-

the non-chaotic capitalist, has extremely creative shop designs

a danger to himself, but also the kind of person you can’t be angry at for long

BdoubleO100; [ episode one link ]

the guitar music at the beginning of his videos brings a smile to my face, it just has such an immaculate mood

*camera pans over him as said music plays* ladies and gentlemen welcome to another episode of hoimycraffff

the way he talks is extremely endearing

one of the best builders on the server - probably best builder of interiors in existence

able to make a palette using any number of strange blocks and then make amazing builds using it

built a whole castle as a backdrop, then built an entire giant mountain for said castle

extremely sensitive to short jokes, usually gets pranked by others because his reactions are always so funny

his daughters show up from time to time in his room while he’s recording and it’s so cute

*has no way to see the sun but still knows it’s nighttime* gotta go schleep!

scar, pointing at him “this is why we can’t have nice sunsets”

(scar dies because of mobs every time bdubs isn’t on the server to sleep)

likes to be accomplice because he isn’t the one being made fun of (/lh)

*shoots himself in front of a confused grian because he thinks the guy wants his face again when he’s actually just looking for a netherportal*

is usually the underdog so it feels good when he wins

they’re all actually such great friends so it’s genuinely funny to watch

he himself is amazing at entertainment and just a very cool guy

ImpulseSV; [ episode one link ]

what’s going on everyone, my name is impulse and welcome back to hermitcraft!

always speaks with a smile in his voice

has a good dynamic with basically everyone

great co-worker and always helps out if he can

had his base turned pink during the swap, and instead of changing it back afterwards, he dyed his skin’s hair and clothing pink to match it

very cool and original building style!

makes a lot of farms and sells what he gets in his few shops

makes money to be able to do more stuff and make more farms

blows up most his base ever so often to rebuild parts. you know, like a normal person does in minecraft survival.

the grind is never over

the guy who always gets all of the work done on the school project and proceeds to be chill about it

always has very cool side-projects going on and puts his heart into all of them

pog timelapses!!

Rendog; [ episode one link ]

*short, funny scene from the video at the beginning slowly fades out into great music

dogs howling as the half-dog half-cog logo comes up*

greetiiings cyberdogs and citizens of the interbubs! this is ren diggity dawg coming atcha, in another minecraft episodes varuuummm the hermit. craft. server. (hey!)

we’re kicking things off today my friends, from the- *location name on screen*

that intro gets me hyped every time

he’s a furry who talks in bro language it’s great i swear - very atypical but fun

he transformed an entire biome into a star wars planet for his base

his building skills and dedication are incredible

horny (just a little bit)

the only person who cared about mycelium in the whole rebellion

does a lot of roleplay-themed stuff and mysteries to be solved

“b-dubba-dubs one hundred”

extremely upbeat & sweet guy

adds -age after everything “biddage” “flyage” to make it sound Cooler

amazingly positive always and funny as hell

mcc winner!! wooooooooo :D

always tries to be where stuff is happening and interact with people

very entertaining editing style

Iskall85; [ episode one link ]

drives joke into the mud and then picks them up and does it again which is funny

starts videos with one-off bits

iskallman!!! the superhero literally no one needed and yet there he is

only has one (1) braincell when with mumbo

they both do and they’re hilarious together every time

like when they laughed at squeaky noises for ten minutes straight. guys please you’re adult men

bernie the leaf master

omega (something) of doom!!

encourages gambling (in a videogame)

he has so many jokes he keeps using i can’t possibly fit them all in here

basically a wildcard

i have no idea what he’s doing this season

i have no idea what he’s doing ever actually

tame chaos, confusing to the point when it’s funny again

really great builder as well!

mostly for younger audiences but his videos are a good watch in general

feel free to send asks about hc! i’m already loosely involved in hermitblr but yeah, my dsmp followers aren’t immune :] /lh /j