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the problem with being a friends at the table enjoyer is that you'll be like YOOOO NEW TWILIGHT MIRAGE THEME SLAPS LET'S FUCKING GOOOOOO and then realize you're hype about something released in 2018
#friends at the table#twilight mirage#by god jack de quidt has done it again#im a serial listener because im a monster#only 489 more episodes to go before im caught up
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12:27 am not bad
#nvm its 1:05 i wasted time listening to music#wip#bro HOW do i draw dappled sunlight#also backgrounds im malding#as cool as the sleeves looked in the doodle i could not figure out how they'd work on the actual piece#so thats why they are not there in the wip#the dress is a call back to that one red amitie dress i made but its not see thru this time#well the belt is the same the top is diff#'why is she man handling them?!'#my brother in puyo god satan they are serial runaways#monster goddess split#puyo puyo#puyo sig#puyo black sig#puyo amitie#puyo red amitie#puyo klug#puyo lidelle#idk what the preistesses name is but we're just gonna use both amitie tags because its convenient#i guess just keep in mind its not ami? or think of it as her i dont mind#same for sig actually#its strange klug from whatever happend in that past au that isn actually a thing but is because i said so#its not them but its them you seeing what im sayin#but...the names are convenient <3#ngl i dropped the ball on klug tho it's literally just him if he chilled out lmao#lidelle how ever....i really went off with her mini story...im so cool#bro WHAT am i talking about i need to SLEEP#edit: i made a name for it thats that werid tag at the top#its the name i gave my pintrest board for this and im prob not gonna think of anything better so we use that
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if you’re wondering why I’m having to repost this, or why you were perhaps previously following me but no longer are, please refer to this post. I was able to retrieve this thanks to @dreatine - thanks so much!! ♡
Spencer Reid x she/her!reader
warnings: mentions of rape and abuse, no graphic descriptions
Where You Belong
As Spencer stalks the corridor of prison cells, he cant help but feel a little smug. He really did well in ensuring this monster would end up in the closest place to hell he could find. During one of the six nights of your absence, Spencer looked into the most notoriously brutal prisons in the country, just so he knew exactly where to send the man that had taken you. Usually, the prisons that serial killers end up in isnt up to the BAU, but being close friends with a tech genius like Penelope Garcia meant that it really wasnt difficult to switch the name of the prison the monster was to be sent to, marking it up as a hitch in the prison data systems. Penelope isnt one for revenge, but her along with the entire team adore you as well as Spencer, and they saw how broken he was without you; knowing what was happening to you because you were the thirteenth victim of the unsub meant everyone wanted the scum dead.
Spencer knew that he wanted to visit him at least once, to put him in his place one last time, within the walls he would be trapped in for the rest of his miserable life. Showing the prison guard his ID, the guard nods at him and lets him into the visitation room, where the monster is waiting for him. Spencer gleefully notices the resemblance between this scene and the first time he had met this man, except this time he’s handcuffed to a table and wearing a prison uniform.
“I had hoped you would be bringing the ever so lovely (Y/N) with you.” The scum chirps, far too thrilled by this situation. Spencer will soon put a stop to that.
“You dont deserve to breathe the same air as her, let alone see her.” Spencer tells him, his voice controlled and quiet as he stands at the opposite side of the table, staring him down.
“That’s a shame, I would’ve adored seeing her reaction to me smiling at her.” The serial killer grins wickedly.
“You’ll never know, because she’s under my protection.” Spencer declares.
“You mean like she was the night I took her?” The monster smirks, thinking he’s got leverage over Spencer.
Although his words sting, Spencer has far more leverage prepared. “I will regret not going into her home that night for the rest of my life, but the fact that you’re here makes both her and I feel a lot better.”
The scum leans towards him. “She will never recover from what I did.”
Spencer walks to the side of the room to glance out of the small window. “And that is the reason you are here.”
The embodiment of evil scoffs, revealing his narcissism further, as if it wasnt already blindingly obvious. “Im here because I killed twelve women and mercilessly beat your girlfriend.”
Spencer is quick to turn on his heel and lean against the wall with his hands in his suit trouser pockets, meeting those beady eyes with a steely gaze. “No, you are in here because (Y/N) is alive. If you had killed her, I would have killed you myself.”
“Oh, is that so?” The murderer tries to laugh off Spencer’s words, but his fear shines through. Handcuffed to a table in a prison as notoriously brutal as this one, Spencer could do whatever he wanted and the guards would turn a blind eye.
“Do you want to know the reasons behind your failure?”
“Please, do tell!” The subhuman is enthralled by any conversation about himself, which is exactly why Spencer approached this new conversation in the way he did; now the bitch has no choice but to listen to him.
The genius takes very slow, casual steps towards him as he talks, glancing around the room as though the topic has little interest to him, further infuriating the prisoner. “You abandoned your M.O and victim pool, you made it personal and left behind your own methods, meaning you were clumsy and made mistakes. Previously, your abductions were in broad daylight, you kept each woman for a week and then raped them and slit their throats, choosing to dump them outside of the high school where you were first rejected by a girl you liked, isnt that right?” He deliberately meets his gaze again upon asking the question.
The killer shuffles uncomfortably.
Spencer continues. “And at one of those crime scenes, you overheard me figuring out the exact cause of your rage, so you decided to make it personal and take (Y/N). Though that mistake could have been fatal for you, the next mistake you made actually saved your life.”
“How so?” The killer asks, trying to hide his shaking legs beneath the table.
Spencer keeps his hands in his pockets as he stands directly beside the man handcuffed to the table, towering over him with unseen authority. “You underestimated her. You thought that cruel words and beating her would be enough to break her, but you were wrong. Because every second she spent with you, she knew that I was coming to get her, she knew that if she made herself more interesting to you then she could buy herself as much time as possible for me and my team to find her. She played you, and she won.” The monster parts his mouth to retort, but Spencer tilts his head and frowns. “Oh, did you think she wouldnt tell me about her pressing you for information about the girl that rejected you, using the kindness and persuasion only (Y/N) possesses to her own advantage, until you started crying and showing her pictures of the girl who never even knew you existed?” Spencer laughs darkly. “You are absolutely pathetic.” He shakes his head and walks back around the table. “You got more than just the girlfriend of an FBI agent when you took (Y/N), and she broke you. You lost, and the whole world knows.” Spencer stops when he reaches the door of the visitation room. “Especially your fellow inmates, who will most likely enjoy making you cry, over and over again, until you are begging them to stop in the same way those women begged you. And just like you, they dont remember the meaning of mercy.” He holds his gaze just long enough to make him squirm, and then he leaves, without giving the subhuman anytime to respond and reinforce his ego, because Spencer knows that will haunt him for the rest of his days.
The drive home, Spencer is sure his car is powered by his own adrenaline. Despite feeling relieved at getting the closure he needed, it isnt until he sees you sitting up on the couch in a cocoon of blankets, hiding everything except your face as you stare at your laptop screen, that Spencer truly relaxes. The chuckle that leaves his lips is so light and joyous, he feels like he’s spent a lifetime with you experiencing nothing but bliss, and the memories of the past hour feel as though they belonged to an ancestor. Kicking off his shoes, Spencer drops his keys to your house on the table, undoes his tie and places it on the back of the couch, before flopping down next to you.
“Cozy, angel?” He asks quietly.
“Mhmm!” She nods excitedly, unable to tear her gaze from the show she’s binging on Netflix.
Spencer laughs at how adorable you are. “Is there room for two in there?”
Only words that lead to cuddles have the tower to break your concentration, you turn to him with a beaming smile and open up your blanket cocoon. “Of course!”
Spencer grins and wraps his arms around your waist, lifting you onto his lap and cradling you, placing a soft kiss on your forehead and cheek, which you thank him for by returning the kisses to his forehead and cheek. The two of you smile and snuggle up under what is now a blanket mountain rather than a cocoon, and you begin explaining to Spencer what he missed in the last episode of the show that you watched while he was gone.
Because you are returning to normal life, you are feeling safe in your home again, and you will ask Spencer about the visit when you feel like you’re ready to hear it. You are exactly where you belong, so is Spencer, and so is he.
#spencer reid#spencer reid imagine#spencer reid x reader#criminal minds#x reader#fanfic#fanfiction#imagine#imagines#headcannon
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ohh you've read jojo? i haven't actually seen many people who've read it though that might just be me not looking in the right places, do you have any characters you like and dislike on there?
oh yea, what are your thoughts on the artstyle? i've seen people say positive and negative stuff and the style looked pretty cool though what do you think of it?
(this is Really Long, if u press read more and u dont rlly care ur gonna have to scroll for a Bit
ive read and watched it its a really cool manga :thumbsup: its funny where it needs to be and serious in other places, plus the artstyle/character design is really unique (which is where most of its hate stems from) my favorite characters are probably rohan, joseph and kira rohan cuz hes just him and joseph because hes the funniest guy ever to exist ever in the history of humor the reason i like kira is. cuz hes really weird and evil and disgusting but hes just a really cool concept and he looks like david bowie
i love his entire season/arc/part (diamond is unbreakable) cuz im a big fan of slice of life. and jojo is really big men fighting most of the time so for the season he appears in to be fighting but in a slice of life/detective drama type style was SUPER COOL and!! im rambling!! and off topic!! anyway i just mean he as a character is amazing and (these rlly arent spoilers? cuz its kinda the main thing) like that season really revolves around finding out who the small town serial killer is but with big punchy monsters an d i . really like it
UM character i dislike is... .. i dont really have one, usually you meet the character hate them, and then love them actually no i HATE this one character j geil he was there for like one episode during stardust crusaders (part 3-- it was formatted in a way of fighting a new bad guy each episode to creep closer to fighting the ult bad guy of the season. for this part i cant say who the antag is cuz its major spoilers if u havent watched/read it yet) and hes just a disgusting guy no spoilers but bottom of the barrel no good traits that one
the artstyle is really cool to me cuz its unique and it fits for what it is its definitely changed a whole lot aswell
my favorite stage of how the manga looked was part 5 but for anime it was part 4 cause araki really went wild with the coloring like in this scene for example its like
wow they really did that just cause they could like they really had no reason to but they just did and thats really why ill always love it
plus any show that can pull off a scene where the main good guys dance whilst setting a mans eyes on fire using a magnifying glass and the sun whilst listening to funky pop music
is a pretty good show to me :thumbsup:
tl;dr: jojo's bizarre adventure is. bizarre. but thats what makes it what it is the art, the scenes the ideas and abilities are all so absurd and thats super cool :grin:
wanted to add this other clip but tumblr willnot have it google search like "avdol yes i am" and youll find it but dont read comments or anything. spoilers wait actually
youtube
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A fic list of mine because why not! Pretty much all lonelyeyes my dudes i only commit to one sort of content and its bastard old man.
Buzzfeed Unsolved the strange life of Gerard Keay you like buzzfeed unsolved and Tma? I got you covered.
They are only human A twist in canon in which most of the pupulation are descendants of supernatural creatures. Lonelyeyes of course, but we can see the archive crew pov occasionally too.
Back to black a TMAxSCP foundation crossover, post s3. Elias and Peter get stuck in the foundation as subjects. Mind the tags please.
You spin my head right round, right round Peter is stuck in a timeloop repeating the day he dies over and over again.
The haunting of Mooreland Manor Ghosts and Peter childhood being even more fucked up than regular canon by a long shot.
Welcome to Wonderland Tma characters as wonderland characters, with the fun appereance of canon Jon as this is his somewhere else.
Time of your life Time travel shenanigans, in which child Peter and Jonah end up in the care of their adults selves, childish crushes gallore.
God damn you got me in love again Urban Fantasy lonelyeyes, with tatto shop/flower shop setting. Witch Peter and Eldritch monster Elias.
Oh Dear how do the seasons change when im with you A hades and persephone reimagination. It is a long work but a favourite of mine.
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You know when an idea wont leave you alone till you do it? Well this is it. Poor Martin having to listen to these two.
I live for Peter dancing like a dad he is just adorable. Elias you little devil (affectionate)
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Honestly I like to think that the divorce thing started out as Lonelyeyes running a scam on the Lukas family. The Lukases never would have let Peter give Elias funding if they had thought that they were actually happy together, so they started dramatically pretending to be bitter and miserable and breaking up all the time so that Peter's family wouldn't suspect they actually had a good and loving relationship.
GHFFDK ANON I WANT TO HOLD YOUR HAND, this is the funniest and crafitiest idea ever.
Just the mental image of Elias and Peter sitting down one afternoon and planing how to potantially get the Lukas out of their trail so they can be happy in private is hilarious.
I have my own idea that they have fake divorces on a list, so that they can complain about something and write it down as a motive to split up while not actually doing it cause its too much effort.
But this? This actually makes the serial divorcee thing much more fun cause its a scheme to get the Lukas to fuck off from their business. Elias and Peter must feel so clever whenever anyone mentions the break ups, internally they must be laughing their ass off and thinking of their last date.
shgkfd this is a gift i love it, thank you so much for sharing this with me. I would love to do a one shot about it eventually cause it sounds hilarious. Bless you anon.
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guess who finished their midterms!!!!!!!!!!!!!
also this is kind of an announcement post, i guess???? because im working on something! a big something! please stay tuned to hear more about it but for now i am going to tell you all a little itty bitty bit. im currently working on a combined fiction podcast and serialized web novel called tales from the hand of evil! i think i can best describe it as an abstract horror comedy in a western themed setting with lots of sci fi and cosmic horror elements. its very episodic, monster-of-the-week type of thing but with lots of recurring characters, settings, and plot elements. im currently writing the script for the first episode, and the first chapter of the web novel. soon i'll be looking for people to help out with everything :)
right now, im planning on making a tumblr account for posting the web novel on and another for just having an official account for the "studio" (theres no studio, its just gonna be me and whoever comes in to help me out).
im putting a cut because i just wanna ramble a little about things, like a diary that i get to post on the internet (fun!) but who knows if anyones gonna wanna read that.
MAN its been fun working on something seriously again. i havent done this in a long, LONG time and i forgot how much i like the idea of managing a whole project.
but now i live on my own and theres this whole deal of money becoming involved and im starting to get a little spooked. now this is more personal than i usually get on here because im talkin about my parents but my parents (specifically my dad) are actually quite supportive of my projects when i decide to dedicate my time to them. theyve expressed a lot of willingness to help me out in whatever ways id need to get what i need done, if im actually serious about pulling things off. so that means theres a possibility that, if i need or want to hire people, my parents will help me pay them
ive tried this a lot of times in a lot of ways. if youre someone whos been following me through my accounts on here then youve seen it. and i say this every time but this feels like the big one. i feel real real serious this time, more serious than ive felt about any of my other stuff. its because THIS feels feasible, more than any of the other things ive wanted to do. i dont feel like im aiming too high here, i feel like i can actually pull it off!!
ive been thinkin about something and its a huge long shot. but i cant get the idea out of my head because it would kill me dead if i was actually able to do it.
see you guys know i like will wood. everyone knows that. hes been my favorite music artist for four years, and will be for the foreseeable future. i got SO many of my ideas for this story while listening to his music, and the podcast itself is kind of inspired by life in the world to come's setting. so i got the vague idea one day of "hey, what if you contacted will wood about potentially commissioning him for music for your podcast?". its such a long shot, and if i DID do that, it would probably push the release date of the first episode back even further because hes on tour right now, but. his music would fit really good tonally with my story and the music he made for camp here and there was genuinely spectacular so i cant help but think about it. and from a kind of business-y standpoint, itd be a STELLAR way to attract people to my story, because i know damn well that will wood fans are for sure in my target demographic.
ive already decided that i won't contact him until the script for the first episode is done. because i feel like after the script is done, then thats it---ive done it, i CAN do it. ive officially made something that i can put out into the world. a story that i can share with other people. ive always wanted that.
i have the biggest gut feeling that THIS is it. THIS is the one. im actually gonna be realistic this time and im gonna do it, im gonna make something.
#should i make a tag for whatever thesell be? cuz for sure im gonna make more#tfthoe dev diary#thatll work sure#should i put tags on this post?? do i want people to see it???#maybe later for now ill just post
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Get ready for a yap fest in 3.. 2.. 1..
OKAY so ur AU right. I fr love the concept and everything, so obviously, brainworms.
One of my fav bands (the crane wives) has recently relased a new album, so obviously, again, brainworms.
So. My brain has connected the two into a very specific thing that could only work if i draw it. But im fucking lazy.
So get ready for Moths Inconherent Description Of A Big Nonexistent Drawing With Some Of The Lyrics To "Predator" By TCW Because Why The Fuck Not ™️
"Whats the worst thing that could happen, whats the worst thing you can imagine" - not really literal to the lyrics, maybe just astrobiology hanging out together or smth?
"This world is a nasty place, Im afraid to get comfortable" - BH feeling out of place on uh.. earth? Where the fuck is the universe set in (personal headcanon but shhh)
"Unavoidable disaster" - The Tree incident
"Serial overreactor" - This could be Fanny imo. From BHs perspective she is overreacting about the team loosing and the whole pact thing
"My head is a nasty place, I'm afraid to get comfortable" - BH getting ✨️The nightmares✨️ after decapitating his boyfriend i mean boyfriend i mean best friend
"What were you thinking, shouldnt you know better" - BH blaming himself for the incindent and stuff
"You opened a door for an apex predator" Tree trauma monster nightmare demon thingy
I dont think the rest of the lyrics fit the au or astrobiology itself tbh but the brainworms have taken over. Anyway ramble over i am so sorry for this
Peace
OHOH OH OH SHIT YOURE RIGHT. I AM ADDING ONTO THIS INTERPRETATION. IF YOU DONT MIND
the whole "bh feels out of place on earth" thing like. makes complete sense to me actually. in my gijinka interpretation he was a space creature before the more "human" form I guess i can say. and he doesn't remember anything before the new form. it drives him mad tbh.
"Your heart is a nasty place—I'm afraid to say no to you" An exchange of sorts. Trauma monster Tree is like "I hate you you suck" and Black Hole just kind of. takes it. because, well, he blames himself for what happened. so he feels he HAS to take the deprecation or whatever his mind throws at him. the torment and guilt and anything else. hence "I'm afraid to say no to you" being blackholecore. listening to this song makes my brain switch the imaginary animatic in my head between waking moments and the horrific dreams "I am fighting for survival" I can imagine this being Black Hole being constntly and constantly haunted by the incident and the dream stuff, and he just keeps going and going. Idk how to explain it just works man :gay: "I keep forgetting that you won't learn so I keep getting hurt" I can imagine this being Tree himself telling Black Hole that, atleast in his dreams. (Trauma monster Tree is always switching between like "I hate you I hate you this is your fault" and "I forgive you. I love you." type shit.) I imagine Tree trauma monster saying those kind of things as a result of the shit he has gone through tpot 8-10. especially in black hole's nightmare?? it just makes sense to me. not sure how to explain.
get shoved into the brainrot playlist thank you for sharing this ramble with me. ALSO TYSM IM SO GLAD YOU LIKE THIS AU AND THOUGHT THIS UP. new animatic idea.
#elis ask box#eli talks#ima make a tag for this au actually#tpot: visitation dreams#astrobiology bfb#teehee#i need to post a proper explanation of the au in my art blog sighhhhhh then i can dump it there where its more organized :)#SCREAMING.
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Muffet from Undertale is simply not talked about enough and it’s bugging me. I’m not talking about the love and praise she gets I’m talking about how fucked up she is.
Now, for context, Muffet is this Anthropomorphic Spider monster Miniboss who is apparently the leader of spiders. She loves spiders and Spider lovers but hates -Absolutely fucking hates- monsters who aren’t spiders themselves.
She also runs a bake sale for a fundraising event to get enough money to save the spiders in the Underground which is sweet in itself. But like. The bake sale, ironically enough, sells spiders baked goodies!
Im not kidding! The Advertisement for said bake sale is literary and I quote: “Come eat food made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders!”
What this means is that these spiders kill other spiders, baked them, eats them, and sell them to other monsters to raise enough money to save spiders…
Muffet is a fucking cannibal and promotes it and it’s not mentioned enough!!!
Because it’s like for the spiders and that they’re most likely willing to do this, I can -I guess- let this slide
But I’m not about to casually slide under the rug that Muffet, because of her pride, led the entirety of Hotlands in the GENOCIDE route into a fucking massacre.
If you actually give time to listen to Muffets dialogue when fighting her in the GENOCIDE run. She talks about how Alphys tried to warn her to evacuate the other monsters in Hotlands, saying that when Muffet escaped, she would block off the rest of Hotlands. But because of her pride, Muffet calls Alphys a “Stupid Nerd” and says how “A spider NEVER leaves her web~”
She doesn’t even regret being the main source of killing all the monsters in Hotlands itself! The only thing that Muffet truly regretted was how she didn’t tie up Alphys and made her into a juicy donut.
Hell- the only reason that she’s fighting you is that she thinks that you hate spiders! But when the telegram from the spider reveals how the player didn’t actually hurt spiders she lets you free and says how this was all a big misunderstanding!!
She gives no shits about those who aren’t spiders and made it clear multiple times! She would rather cook them up and serve them as a treat than be seen helping them! She doesn’t care that she’s the cause of those monsters death in Hotlands or how the player is a fucking serial killer. She only cares about her fucking spiders to the point she’s willing to let you go with no hesitation what so ever!
Muffet is one fucked up character that doesn’t get enough attention.
#muffet undertale#Undertale rant#muffet from UT is a fucking psycho#Muffet is basicallly the main source of the massacre from Hotlands
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Part of Mercy’s 1k Celebration: A collection of Spencer Reid x Reader requests to celebrate 1,000 followers.
Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Summary: After months of waiting, Spencer decides he finally wants to have sex with Reader. Category: SMUT (18+) Warnings: Language, sex (oral sex- female receiving, virgin!Spence, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie) Word Count: 5.6k
Full Request: “...so a smutty oneshot with like virgin!spencer but im talkling like baby spence. and hes super blushy and cute but then when it happens its rlly raunchy and therws a lot of dirty talk. and like reader doesnt work at the bau but theyre close friends. and like she goes out to a bar with him and the team and they tease him so then she takes him home and literally fucks him after a movie or smth idk...” — @mggscumrag
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NOTE: It took me forever to figure out how I wanted to do this, but once I did, it came out so quickly! I hope it’s to your liking 🥰
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The first time she went out to meet Elle's friends from work, Y/N found herself absolutely nervous, and she wasn't sure why. She was always great with meeting new people, but for some reason, the prospect of meeting her next-door neighbor's co-workers seemed to really do a number on her.
She remembers how anxious she'd been, constantly worrying that they wouldn't like her, not to mention they were all probably super smart and strong and intimidating, just like Elle. Anyone who aided in putting away serial killers, rapists, and other monsters had to be just about the most intimidating personality there ever was.
But as Y/N soon learned, that wasn't quite the case at all.
To be fair, they were all intimidating in their own little ways, though it was really easy to forget about that when she was laughing with them, sharing drinks and stories, and exchanging phone numbers to stay in touch.
That's how she and Spencer had come to be good friends. Despite how obviously shy he was whenever they saw each other, the two of them managed to have conversations on just about everything. It usually happened that he talked and she listened to whatever he was teaching her, but she'd always add on the occasional, "Wow, I didn't know that," or "That's really fascinating." All of which she could tell he was surprised at and appreciated.
And since the first time they met at Elle's birthday party, the night she met the whole team for the first time, they'd been practically inseparable. While Y/N was good friends with the whole team, save for Gideon, who always seemed to like it better by himself, her relationship with Spencer seemed to even surpass the bond she'd built with her neighbor-slash-best friend.
Elle even told her as much one Saturday night, as the two of them were driving to the bar to meet up with everyone for a few drinks.
She'd mentioned it as a joke, but Y/N was instantly apologetic.
Elle only laughed. "Don't apologize. Actually, I think it's good that Reid has another friend outside of work. You're good for him. And you know, I think he has a little crush on you."
Warmth rushed to Y/N's cheeks, and she tried to hide it but failed miserably, causing Elle to give her a knowing smile. "Y—You don't know what you're talking about, Elle, it's not like that."
"Oh come on, it totally is. You give him the light of day when no one else does, he talks about you all the time, and everyone at work knows it."
She paused. "They... do?"
"Of course they do, we're all profilers, but it doesn't take one to see how obsessed that boy is with you. I think you should go for it."
Y/N would have been lying if she said she hadn't thought about asking him out. But in the end she had always figured it was a little weird, being that she was friends with all his and Elle's co-workers and she'd kinda been adopted into their family of sorts. But hearing what her neighbor was saying... She started to think differently about it.
"You really think so?"
Elle nodded. "Absolutely."'
"Okay," she replied with an excited smile. "Maybe I will, then."
A week later and the two of them started dating. Y/N always thinks back to the first few weeks of their relationship, how adorably shy and blush-prone Spencer was, even after they'd been together for some time. They spent almost all their free time together, and it still seemed like he was nervous to be around her. He'd assured her on multiple occasions that that wasn't the case, but Y/N still wondered why he hadn't fully warmed up to being around her.
Especially in public. Oh, in public it was worse. Y/N clung to his arm, and his face immediately got red. What confused her the most, though, was that every time she pulled away to make him more comfortable, he pulled her back in, seemingly desperate to feel her warmth.
In the end she and Spencer had grown to develop their own little communication system for public settings, something to let the other know when something was really wrong, and when to ask if the other was comfortable.
One night everyone was meeting after a rough case somewhere in Denver, and Y/N offered to buy everyone drinks once Spencer had called to tell her they were all back. It wasn't out of the ordinary for her to do that, but it had been a while, so everyone was quick to except. Well, mostly everyone— Gideon as per usual went his separate way, and Hotch was eager to get home and see his family.
Y/N was waiting for them at their favorite bar downtown when she heard a loud squeal that sounded a lot like her name. Sure enough, it was easy to spot a very yellow-clad Penelope Garcia headed straight towards her with her arms stretched out for a hug when she turned around. The smile she adorned was instantaneous as her arms came out a well, embracing Penelope with a large hug that almost knocked the wind out of her.
"I missed you!" she exclaimed, still hugging Y/N and swaying them back and forth a little. "I mean, I know I don't ever travel with the team, but because of that we should hang out more."
"Next time I need some company, I know who to call."
Y/N spotted Spencer then, behind Penelope and patiently waiting for a greeting. She smiled at him and whispered, "Hi," to which Penelope must have heard.
She quickly released her from their embrace and stepped out of the way. "Oh! I'm sorry, I'm keeping you from your boy wonder."
She laughed as she transferred from Penelope's arms to Spencer's. He muttered a little, "Hi," into her hair as she squeezed him and shoved her face into his neck. If she had to bet, he was probably red as a tomato right now with how close her mouth was to his neck—it was his weakness and she knew it. And just to tease him a little bit she quickly kissed up his neck, his jaw, and placed a decent peck on his lips before pulling away and grabbing his hand.
Despite the shy smile and the blush adorning his cheeks, he squeezed her hand tight and kept her at his side like they would die if they weren't touching at all times.
Everyone gave little greetings to Y/N as they all made their way to a large booth near the back. Y/N was sitting on one side with Elle to her right and Spencer to her left, while Derek, Penelope, and JJ sat across from them. Y/N got them all their preferred drinks, and a beer for herself, which Spencer couldn't help but find oddly attractive.
He glanced over at her as she took swigs from the bottle as the night progressed, and for whatever reason the sight made his insides all warm and tingly. And when she used her unoccupied hand to grab his under the table, rubbing gentle circles over the inside of his palm with her thumb, he'd never felt more in love with another person. He wasn't even drinking any alcohol, yet his head swam and his heart soared all the same, every bone in his body humming with euphoria at just the mere thought of her.
He must have been staring a little too obviously, because Derek kicked his leg under the table, pulling him from the lovesick daydream he never wanted to leave.
"I can't tell if those are cute ol' puppy dog eyes or bedroom eyes," Derek laughed, and everyone laughed right alongside him.
"Oh, stop it," Penelope said, swatting his arm. "He's obviously just very in love with her, what more could you need to know?"
"Oh, come on, tell me you're not curious to know how they... operate."
She smacked him harder this time, and everyone laughed.
Knowing her boyfriend didn't really care for the spotlight, especially when it came to their relationship, Y/N squeezed Spencer's hand under the table in reassurance. She drew a question mark in his palm, their signal for, "Are you uncomfortable?" And he responded by drawing an "X" in her palm, their answer for, "No." She laced their fingers together then, and set her beer down.
"Morgan, our sex life isn't any of your business," she stated simply.
Spencer felt his stomach churn at the sentence, if only because said sex life was, as of late, non-existent.
He and Y/N had made out a lot, sure, but the one time they did try having sex, he made it about ten seconds being inside of her before he finished, and since then he'd been kind of embarrassed about it. They only ever made out since then, because before it ever got that far he stopped it, nervous that he'd disappoint her.
And now his non-existent sex life was the topic of conversation, and if anyone picked up on it, he would have felt worse about the whole thing.
So, he didn't stop himself from speaking. "But if you must know, it's great."
Y/N's hand tensed up in his, and she looked over at him, shock marinating in her eyes. To anyone else it would have looked like she was surprised he'd even bring it up, but he knew she was most likely more curious to know why he'd lied about it.
Their friends laughed regardless, Elle adding a curious and joking, "Care to elaborate?"
Ready to change the subject, Spencer shook his head. "Nope."
"Yeah, actually I think we're gonna head out early," Y/N added. Spencer was suddenly worried he'd made her upset, but she rubbed gentle circles into his hand that reassured him everything was okay.
He got out of the booth and Y/N followed, as their friends grumbled.
"Oh, come on, we didn't mean to embarrass you guys," Derek said.
"No, that's not it," Y/N said as she threw on a light jacket. "You just reminded me how much I'd like to operate with my boyfriend since I haven't seen him in a few days, so we're leaving. Have a good night."
Spencer felt searing heat rise to his cheeks as he turned around and ushered Y/N out the door, accompanied by low whistles and claps from their friends.
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The two of them were sitting on the couch now, Y/N having just set down a couple classes of water.
"Sorry if you wanted to stay," she said quietly, playing with her thumbs. "You know we don't... actually have to operate if you don't want, obviously, I was just looking for something to say..."
"Oh, Y/N, I know. Don't worry about it. Really, I... I was the one who even brought it up, I should have just let you handle it."
She looked up at him with a small smile. "Why.. did you bring it up anyway?"
"Well, I... I guess I just felt embarrassed. And I know what we do together isn't any of their business, but I was just... I really was thinking about how much I love you, and when Morgan brought it up, I felt like I wasn't... living up? To your expectations? I don't..." He sighed, unsure how to properly articulate how he was feeling. "I don't know. I just thought about the last time we tried having sex, and I felt embarrassed about it, that's all."
"Oh, honey," Y/N cooed, scooting closer to him and bringing her hand up to brush some of the hair from his face. "You know, you... don't have anything to prove, right? I know how much you love me, and you don't need to be having sex with me to show me, I hope you know that."
Still, he couldn't bring himself to look at her face. "I do," he choked out, pulling at the hem of his shirt. "I'm... I'm sorry."
Y/N's tongue clicked, and she leaned into him, wrapping one of her arms around his neck and placing the other across his lap. She held him tight and kissed the side of his head. "Don't you ever be sorry, unless you cheat on me. Then there will be something to be sorry about."
He laughed at her joke, turning his head to brush his nose against hers. "I love you."
"I love you, too," she whispered, giving him the lightest of kisses on the lips.
When she pulled away, he leaned in again, kissing her a little harder, and she gladly reciprocated. With every passing second, all of his worries started to melt away like the snow to her sunshine. Within every kiss was an emanation of outpouring love and comfort that warmed his soul and gave him the confidence to try something bold.
His hands threaded through her hair as he drew her in closer, and instinctively, she climbed over his lap, resting her hands on his shoulders as he gently probed her mouth with his tongue. The sound of her sigh as she opened up to him and allowed him to fully explore her mouth with his made his stomach bubble and tense.
This would be about the time where he'd stop, telling Y/N that they should slow down, and she'd sweetly oblige and stay cuddled into his side as they drifted off to sleep.
But tonight he didn't want that.
Tonight he wanted more.
While one of his hands remained in her hair, gently massaging her scalp, the other snaked down to her lower back. He gently slid his fingers under the fabric of her shirt and pressed his palm flat against her, pulling her closer to him with a desperation that both shocked and excited her.
Deciding to test the waters, Y/N rolled her hips, feeling him jump slightly underneath her, followed by a whine that vibrated her mouth and sent a low hum of pressure through her stomach.
Still, she pulled away.
Well... She tried to.
When she pulled her face away from him, Spencer used the hand in her hair to bring her back, tilting his head in the other direction and continuing to kiss her with enough passion for the both of them. And it didn't help that the sound she made when he did it spurred him on. She whimpered loudly into his mouth, and the hand on her back involuntarily slid down to grab her ass.
"Hey," she managed to get out when he pulled away momentarily for air. "Hey, you don't... We don't have to really do this if you don't want. I—I don't want you to think that what happened earlier means we have to have sex."
"Y/N..." His hand gently kneaded her ass, and against her better judgement, she rolled her hips again, sighing out against his lips. "I don't want to put it off any longer... Really, I... I want to. I want to show you how much I love you."
She kissed him softly again, bringing both of her hands up to cradle his face. "You already do. Every day."
She was giving him an out, and Spencer appreciated it. But with the way his insides were practically melting away at her presence, he knew more than anything that this was what he wanted.
"I know," he said. "But if you don't mind, today I'd like to show you a little extra." And then he kissed her deeply again.
Her hands tightened on his face, right before they slid up and through his hair. She gently tugged at it, and he let out one of the most delicious sounds she'd ever heard. For future reference, she relished in that sound, in that feeling, and made a mental note to try it out some more when they got further along in their sexual path.
But tonight, she would let him call the shots. He was finally ready to try it again, and seeing how confident he grew in his touches and kisses when she submitted to him, it was the simplest decision.
So she remained on his lap until he made another move, encouraging him with whimpers and languid rolls of her hips against his. Her hands grew frenzied in his hair when he dipped his hand past the waistband of her jeans and underwear, sticking his fingers in only about a knuckle deep. The warmth of his hands against her bare skin sent shivers down her spine, which she let show by involuntarily grinding down on his lap.
Spencer groaned deeply more than whined this time, his grip on her hands gripping tighter to her backside. He forced himself to remove his mouth from hers long enough to breathe out, "Bedroom. Please."
As much as Y/N didn't want to get off of his lap, she knew that what waited for her in the bedroom would be worth the momentary loss of complete physical contact. So she peeled herself away from her boyfriend, grabbing him by the hand, and lead him to her bedroom.
Once the door was closed, he was on her again, caging her face between his large hands and capturing her lips in another heated kiss. They moved backwards until she hit her back against the door, and the second their movement stopped, Spencer used their standing position to press his full body weight into her, their legs tangling together.
Meanwhile, Y/N was trying to figure out where to put her hands. She wanted to brace them on his chest, but it was pressed tightly against hers. So they wandered over his back, but she couldn't decide whether to place them under his shirt or on his butt. Or maybe she wanted to grip his arms to feel the veins as they strained against his skin from holding her face. The possibilities were quite endless.
So endless that they were even surprising—Spencer noticed her wandering hands and promptly decided to place them where he wanted, which was apparently above her head. He removed his hands from her face and pinned her wrists to the door above her head, and she huffed a breath as he pulled away to speak.
"Is this okay? I wasn't too... too rough?"
The concern swimming in his lust-filled eyes drew a little whimper from her throat as she struggled to find the right words. But finally, she settled on, "That was so fucking hot..."
Relief flashed over his gaze right before he grinned. His fingers flexed against her wrists, and even though she couldn't see them, she could imagine how it looked. And it really was fucking hot.
Seeing the expression on her face, Spencer leaned forward again and kissed her one last time. Their lips moved together hungrily, dancing in perfect synchronization, the music being the frantic beating of their hearts.
And then he started to trail his kisses down her jaw and neck, keeping her hands firmly pinned to the door. Usually she was the one to explore his neck with her tongue and teeth, but this time he wanted to try it for himself. Mirroring what he'd felt her do to him hundreds of times over, he soaked in every single sound she made, from the little whimpers of pleasure to the soft, choked whispers of his name dancing over her lips. And when her hips canted forward, searching for any kind of friction, he decided to grant it to her.
As his kisses moved down along her collarbone, his hands gently slid down with him, over her arms and then down to the bottom of her shirt as he kneeled in front of her. He lifted the shirt slowly, each new inch of exposed skin being met with soft kisses until it reached her breasts. He reached up to palm them over her bra while he trailed his kisses downward again.
Even though she was wearing jeans, he pressed kisses to her legs anyway. She squirmed under his touch, and the feeling made his heart soar.
"Please, Spence," she huffed, bringing her hands down to lay overtop of his. She felt the tendons and veins in his hands as they squeezed her, and with everything she had, she tried not to beg him to use them in more interesting places. She wanted to let him take his time, to be a vessel for his exploration, but it was growing harder every second to be patient.
Thankfully he seemed to get what she was feeling, because his hands slid out from under her shirt and rested at her jeans. "Can I take these off?"
The fact that he even asked when she so clearly begged him to do it made her heart swell. "Please do," she chuckled, though it turned into a choked sigh when his fingers actually started undoing the button. And at the sound of her zipper going down, she could have come undone right there.
He pulled her jeans down slowly and helped her step out of them. And she thought maybe he'd take the next step and do the same with her underwear, but he opted to use his mouth instead.
With gentle kisses, he traced the hem of the fabric all the way to either side of her waist. And then he looked up at her with curious eyes and shifted his face, pressing his nose right up against where her clit would be. Her hands immediately went to his hair, but he grabbed her wrists again and laid them at her sides. "Do you want me to move this along?" His voice wasn't teasing as much as it was genuine curiosity.
Still, Y/N resisted the urge to tell him yes. "I—I want you to do whatever feels right. Tonight's... about you. What you want."
"Well, what I want is to make you feel good. So, again... Do you want me to move this along?"
Every time his lips moved, they brushed up against where she desperately wanted him. And it was killing her. So, she nodded vigorously. "Yes, please," she whispered.
And with that, Spencer released her hands and used his fingers to gently rub her over the fabric. The contact made her shiver visibly, and he took that as a good sign. So he wasted no more time and replaced his fingers with his tongue, fluttering his eyes closed at the taste of her. And he knew that once the thin fabric was gone it would be stronger, but even then he was thoroughly wrecked.
He kept lapping his tongue over her, feeling her panties get wetter with ever second, and he only finally removed them when she started grinding her hips closer to his face, desperate for more.
When he did finally bring his tongue to fully taste her for the first time, they both let out the filthiest sounds, months and months of build-up starting to come to a head. He tasted her like he would an ice cream cone, and for the first few moments his eyes remained closed, all his focus on this brand new sensation. But he wanted nothing more than to see her react to him. So he opened his eyes and continued his ministrations, pupils blowing wide at the sight of her above him.
She was panting, her mouth hung open and her tongue just barely peeking out over her bottom lip. Her eyes remained shut, though Spencer could tell she was struggling to open them. With a tentative flick of his tongue over her clit, he took notice of the little gasp she made, and he knew he'd found it. So he repeated his action, providing small kitten licks to her clit as she picked up her breathing and clenched her hands at her sides.
He picked up the pace then, taking note of every little thing that made her cry out or jump with pleasure until she was clutching his hair. He was sucking on her clit now, his middle finger gently sliding in and out of her when she spoke.
"Oh, fuck, keep doing that. I'm... I'm almost..."
He felt her tighten around his finger as she started careening off the edge, and he did his best to keep his eyes on her face, because it had practically been haunting him, wondering what it would be like to see her come undone at his mercy.
To say it was better than he could have ever dreamed was a severe understatement.
Y/N's head leaned back against the door, her chin jutted out so he could see the beautiful contours of her chin and neck. He saw her throat contract as she moaned out his name, saw her chest heave as she struggled to catch her breath, and best of all, he felt her flutter around his finger and mouth. And if that was high inducing, he couldn't wait to feel wat it would be like to replace them with something else.
The mere thought had him trembling.
He pulled back when she huffed out an over-stimulated, "Okay, please, please stop, oh..."
Though it could just as easily have been a painful sentiment, the hungry, dazed look in her eye suggested otherwise.
Spencer stood up and brought his finger to his mouth, still caught up in her taste before she ripped his wrist away and kissed him, threading her fingers through his hair and moaning into his mouth.
Before he could get lost in it, though, she pulled away and nodded. "Okay. I think you're wearing too many clothes."
He tilted his head down in a little flush, and with the help of Y/N, his shirt peeled away from his body and joined her pants and underwear on the floor.
Y/N mirrored his actions, kissing gently down his jaw, neck, and then down his torso. Her hands wandered his bare back as she sunk to her knees. But when her hands moved to his belt, he stopped her.
"W—wait."
She peeled her hands away and looked up at him. "Are you okay? Do you want to slow down?"
He visibly swallowed, and she could read that look on his face that he got whenever he was embarrassed to tell her something. "N—no, I... I want... the opposite, actually."
"I don't follow..."
"Well, I know that... if you return the favor, I won't last very long, a—and I... I don't want to wait anymore."
Y/N smiled, standing again and bringing her hands to rest on his shoulders. "So you're saying you... want me to move this along?"
Spencer smiled at her recollection of his words. "Yes, please."
They travelled to the bed then, Y/N taking off her shirt and bra when they got there, and leaving her completely bare to him. She sat down and reached for his belt, looking up at him as he stood.
"I'm clean and on birth control, do you still want to use a condom? I have some in my table drawer."
He thought about it for a moment before shaking his head. "As long as you're sure."
Y/N undid his belt quickly and threw it to the side, making work of his button and zipper with a smile. "Oh I'm so sure..."
The way she said it made his dick twitch, images running through his mind of how it would look seeing her filled and dripping with—
Her hand was palming him through his underwear now, and it was all he could think about. He had already been hard before, but now it was tilting on the precipice of painful pleasure. So he stopped her, taking a deep breath.
"Lay down?"
"However you want me," Y/N answered, positioning herself on the bed so she was leaning back, her head nicely laid out on the pillows.
Spencer swallowed and removed his underwear before climbing on the bed and kneeling over her. Her legs were already wide, feet flat on either side of him as he positioned himself and got ready.
She reached out and gently grabbed his forearm, a gentle smile on her face. "You ready?"
"Mhm," he answered with a curt nod, bringing himself forward to run the head of his dick through her wetness. They both sighed at the feeling, and Spencer knew he was in trouble.
It was finally happening, he was getting another chance to have sex with her, and if he didn't last long again, he was going to—
"I love you," Y/N said reassuringly, rubbing circles into the hand that rested on the inside of her thigh.
He looked into her eyes and saw that love radiating from them. It warmed his insides and gave him the confidence he needed to finally, slowly push into her as he whispered, "I love you, too."
Once he was fully sheathed inside her, he let out a large breath, leaning down to brace his arms on either side of her head. The pressure of her clenched around him was overwhelming in the best way possible, and he never wanted to move.
But he had to.
She stroked his hair, pressing soft kisses all over his face, and whispered, "I love you."
With those three words, Spencer had the courage to pull back and then forward again, testing the waters and more accurately, his limits. He picked up a slow pace that burned him from the inside out, every muscle and vein in his body on fire with the knowledge that he was finally, properly making love to the woman he was pretty sure he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.
But he was holding back. Y/N could tell. He glided through her with ease, sure, but his eyes were squeezed shut like he was concentrating, like he was pacing himself and trying to hold on to this feeling.
She moved her hands down to his back and lightly ran her fingernails over the skin, feeling him tremble under her touch.
"You feel so good, Spence," she whispered. "So perfect for me..."
The words made his hips stutter just a little, and Y/N knew then what the hesitation was.
He wanted to go faster.
So she moved her fingers lower, cupping his ass and scratching featherlight circles into the skin as she moaned. "You like when I talk to you, baby? Does hearing my voice help you out?"
Spencer choked out a groan as he opened his eyes and saw how feral she looked. Her pupils were blown wide, her mouth was pouted cutely, and she smiled as soon as she saw him bite his lip.
"You wanna go faster?" she cooed, digging her fingernails a little harder into the flesh of his ass. "Hmm?"
"F—fuck, Y/N... I..."
"You fuck me however you need to, baby. Don't hold back. Just let it all out."
He groaned out then, his hips picking up speed. She felt the relief and the tension rolling off his body as he finally gave into his urges, and it was just about the sexiest thing she'd ever witnessed.
"That's it, baby... Don't stop... Give it to me, let me feel you..."
He leaned down and kissed her then, pumping into her harder and harder with every second. She moaned out against his mouth, swallowing all his breaths and grunts. Meanwhile her fingers gripped his ass harder, relishing in the feeling of his muscles as they aided in fucking her.
His mouth pulled away as he shoved his face into her neck, and she sighed. "You're doing so good, baby. Fuck... " His hips kept moving, and she clenched around him hard, hoping to gauge his reaction.
Sure enough, he groaned against her neck and canted his hips harder. Every thrust forward now was so deep he hit her g-spot, and the sensation made her sigh with a smile. "That's fucking right, baby... Just like that, don't stop, don't stop. You fe—el so... ohhh."
Her words lit this fire in him that was impossible to put out. His body was hers for the taking, and so he'd give her everything he had. Which is why he picked up the pace and fucked into her as hard as he could, dangerously close to finishing.
"Fuck, Spence, I'm gonna... —na..."
Y/n's moans turned into a quiet scream as she came, clenching tightly around his dick and digging her fingernails into his ass. Her eyes squeezed shut with the swirling patterns of fireworks exploding behind them, meanwhile he twitched inside of her and lost it at last. As she came down, she helped him hold himself there, deep inside her as his cum spilled over in warm increments. They both moaned out at the feeling, all their tension easing and dissipating.
By the end, all that was left between the both of them was a thin sheen of sweat and murmured promises of "I love you."
They could have fallen asleep right there. Y/N's hands slid up his backside, over his arms, and then to the back of his head, combing gently through his disheveled hair as he pressed loving kisses to the patch of skin where her neck met her collarbone. He was still inside her, unwilling to leave the warmth she provided, and she did nothing to object.
"How are you feeling?" she finally asked, opening her eyes.
Spencer tilted his head up to look at her, his heart once again swelling at the adoring look in her eyes. "I'm great."
She laughed, and he laughed with her. And they were silent for a few moments before he spoke again.
"So, uh... What we just did is what we're counting as our real first time together, right? Like, the other time doesn't count?"
Y/N laughed again, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "If you want to count this as our first time, then yes. I'd be more than happy to agree with you."
"Good. This was much better."
Even though she would never hold their first first time together against him, she was inclined to agree.
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☆ℜ𝔢𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔭 : Venti x gn!Reader
☆𝔚𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 : near death experience, you’re confused asf about everything, bad writing cause i suck, spoilers for the we will be reunited quest!! And also for venti’s backstory, venti is serious for once (yes it’s a legitimate warning🤚)
☆𝔊𝔢𝔫𝔯𝔢 : Some angst, some fluff? Idk bye🤨
☆𝔖𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶 : "It's okay, it's over now" he kneeled to be at your level, his arms still wrapped around you, and you didn't have the energy to fight your urge of nuzzling into him. "I'll always be here for you, wherever there is wind, remember I'm here too. You only need to ask." (2.8k words)
♪𝔑𝔬𝔱𝔢𝔰 : i’m an idiot simp, i did this in one sitting and half asleep, english isnt my first language BLA BLA IM SORRY FOR MY POOR WRITING BUT HAVE THIS
basically you don’t know if you can trust venti or not, head says no, heart screams yes
Also, I was listening to stormterror’s lair ost while writing it, just because its fucking amazing, you might wanna listen to it too
I’m nervous to post this?/&:! This is the second fic i’ve ever finished in my whole life
i love venti and he’s hot in his god outfit i don’t make the rules
KAY ENJOY <3
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"Please, anybody... Just help me."
Saying you were exhausted would have been an understatement. After reuniting with your sibling, you had been frantically searching for clues about khaenri'ah and ways to Inazuma. With no luck, you couldn't find any traces of Dainsleif or of your twin. The ruins had been sealed and you had no idea what happened to the inverted statue or the corpse you had found there. Desperately, you clung into every little information you had, you would have turned every rock on this archon damned continent if you had to, which is what led you into those ruins near Guilli plains.
Walking along the destroyed buildings your eyes caught sight of a dandelion and you froze. You missed them so much, why couldn't they go back home with you? All you ever wanted was to be by their side why, why were they running away from you?
You remembered your travels, the moments you shared together, their protectiveness over you, the fondness in their eyes when you smiled at them. You remember the times you got hurt and healed one another with your now missing powers. You remember sleeping by their side and being grateful to the universe to let you keep your ray of sunshine everywhere with you. How ironic.
What had they meant 'once you reach the end of your journey' ? What does that even mean? Stupid twin, if they knew you were here the whole time, why hadn't they come to you? Why were they always leaving just when they were within your grasp? Why? Did they know how much you missed them and how much your heart broke when you finally saw them? Did they?
You only realized you were crying when a small gust of wind had your wet cheek react to the cold, breaking your train of thought. Wind.
The wind is everywhere, you think, free as a bird, always accompanying every citizen of this world, never truly alone. With this in mind, you resumed your exploring, slower this time.
A sigh escaped your mouth. You didn't want to admit it, but the wind did comfort you a little. Almost as if he was here. God of freedom and of the breeze, he was more a singer than a protector and you couldn't bear to think about him. Was it true? What Dain said... Did he destroy this nation? Was he the cause of the scenery that still haunted your nightmares up until 500 years later? Your brain simply couldn't accept that Venti, your Venti, you catch yourself thinking, could have made such an act of wrath. He was the epitome of freedom, why would he take the very thing he based all of his existence on from mere mortals? Barbatos simply couldn't be afraid of being overpowered, he didn't even care about power. All he wanted was freedom and happiness for his people. Surley this couldn't be right?
But then again, who were you to deny the wipe out of an entire nation? The gods did it. They were afraid that Celestia would be overthrown by the pride of humankind, the destruction of khaenri'ah by divine beings was a fact. There was no misunderstanding about this. That was the one thing you were sure of. So why did you feel like crying even more now?
The mere thought of a gentle soul such as Venti committing innocent people to an eternity of suffering didn't sit right with you. Even when his dearest friend Dvalin had turned against him, he didn't try to stop him, didn't even ask the dragon to save him. He healed and helped him, gave him a choice.
'What is freedom if demanded of you by a god?' was the same person that asked this question the same one who committed mass murder? Genocide?
Did the little wine-lover bard you had grown fond of destroy all hopes and light your kin had?
You remember that night when he freed Stanley from his burden, freed his and his friends' spirits. You had marveled at his action, in that instant he was a god, and he definitely hadn't struck you as a murderer. You remember that look of silent pain and grief in his eyes when he sang the tales of the nameless bard he had taken the appearance of. You knew he trusted you enough to share his story, something so personal, you could almost feel the war that took down the tyrant of Mond. Oh how much you cherished that evening, treating him to some well deserved dandelion wine afterwards, his favorite, and asking him to sing you more about the time where was nothing but the spirit of a breeze.
Your heart broke a little, remembering his rosy cheeks and drunk smile, you wish you could talk to him, ask him what happened. What did he do, was he really as dangerous as you had been told? If so, then why did you feel so good around him? Why did you feel like you could give hi-
You stopped walking upon seeing a ruin guard up ahead in the distance. You're so stupid, you think. Feeling this way is not gonna get you anywhere, especially with how the bard had been missing for a few weeks now. Ever since you had last seen your sibling.
Where was he, where was he wandering off to? You walk towards the disabled ruin guard, not really paying any mind to it, still thinking about the god you longed to meet with. If you could see him, what would you even say? Would he even answer your questions? Why did your stomach feel so light and funny when you thought about seeing him, why aren't you angrier?
You're almost at the killing machine's level now, so lost in your thought you don't notice the five other similar robots hidden behind a wall next to it. You notice them only when it's too late and you've already turned them on while thinking about examining them and collecting their serial numbers. When you hear the familiar tick of the mechanism turning on, you internally panic and think about running away only to calm down moments later and think to yourself that you can simply beat it and take what you came here for. Even if you are emotionally and physically tired, you can manage, you think.
That was before hearing five other consecutive ticks right after it, and all around you.
Turning around, your gaze falls upon the small army of field tillers. Fuck.
Paimon wasn't with you today, you had asked for some time alone which she hesitantly accepted, so you couldn't ask her to go fetch help. You would have been worried if you had all your capacities but with the state you were in, you were wondering how you were going to survive this fight. You were alone, none of your companions with you, and deeply weakened by the busy day you had and the few hours of sleep you had managed to steal away from the night. Was it today you would meet your doom, with all your questions and uncertainties unanswered?
You tried your best to fight with the strength you had left, but quickly grew desperate after what felt like hours of efforts to swing your blade and being able to only take one monster down out of the six. It didn't help that you got injured along the way, their blows becoming harder and harder to dodge. After being thrown on the grown for the third time, you understood you had at least two broken ribs and that your shaking legs would soon fail you as well.
Fear crept upon you, you would die here today, alone. Alone. You couldn't talk to your sibling after all, couldn't understand. You didn't even get to talk to him one last time. Him... You would die without the knowledge of the truth about your bard. You would die alone. You didn't want that, you couldn't look death straight in the eye.
"Please, anybody... Just help me."
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In Mondstadt, there was a musician, a weird singer everyone had heard about at least once. He lived off of his songs and was mostly known for having a great story-telling and being an alcoholic.
The number of people who knew the true nature of his identity were few and he was perfectly content with that. He didn't wish to be a god anymore, his gnosis had been taken away anyway and it's not like he had any power over the city of wind nowadays. Even if his people still worshipped him as Barbatos, it didn't sit right with him to be called a god anymore. It actually never did, he thinks to himself with a smile, he never really took any responsibilities that came with the divine title which is why he was so weak today. But it didn't matter to him, his smile turns into a soft giggle.
Sitting on a mill that was once born from his steps he looks fondly over the city he founded. Even if they were godless, the citizens were still thriving and free. He cared oh so very deeply about the place even if he rarely, if not never, showed the affection within his heart. He remembers the day he grew strong enough to dispel the storms over his actual Mondstadt, and made the weather gentle enough so that there was no need for fireplaces. Nowadays, he loves watching birds nest into the chimney tops and seeing them found their own home. It gave him a sense of belonging like no other, not above his people, but walking among them and watching them nest into this cocoon he created. He was proud of what happened to his land and would do it all over again if he had to.
Especially since it led to him meeting you. This thought doesn't catch him off guard, you often roamed around in his mind after all, and it's not like he didn't write at least three songs about you and your feat, your smile, your courage...
Ah there he goes again, rambling about you in a whisper. He turns around to the statue of him his people erected in his honor, chuckling at how they never made the connection with his signature braids. His, but not really his, since he had stolen this form from someone who was much more deserving of this power than him. Seeing his friend being honored with the statues of the seven around the land made him happy, he hoped that it was a good enough thank you gift in return for everything that the bard whom he couldn't even remember the name of anymore did for him.
Upon gazing at the statue, he remembered telling you of his long gone friend. It was the first time he had talked about him to someone else, he didn't even mention it to Venessa, she who made him believe in himself again. He could ask himself why, but he simply knew that you had something different, more than meets the eye. Perhaps it was because you weren't from Teyvat, or perhaps it was just you being as simple as your natural self but he was simply and utterly captivated by your being. You inspired him to no end, at first he thought it was because he had never met someone like you and he loved new things! But as time grew and he got to know you, he understood quickly the meaning and depth of his passions. He thought of it with a light chuckle, content with your presence alone. He really did need and want you around.
So why did he purposely avoid you like the plague?
The wind had brought to his ears that you had met with Dainsleif.
And your twin.
His first reaction was to search for you, talk to you, he wanted to be here to know what happened! You had searched so long, he couldn't contain himself, still listening to what the wind told him, he started running with excitement but... But wait, Dainsleif was... He told you what?
Oh.
So you heard about Khaenri'ah. He had stopped dead in his tracks and turned back, only sending a warm current of wind your way, hugging you from afar.
He wasn't ready to talk about this yet, not ready to face you and absolutely not ready to answer your questions. He was a coward, he thought, running away like that but what else could he do, really. It was only natural for him to be as uncatchable as air.
A sorry excuse to avoid the fact that even if his past had marvelous story like the one of the nameless bard, it also had its share of darkness, something he wasn't ready to dive back into. Especially not now when your arrival has been shaking this world up like it hasn't been since at least 500 years.
But oh, how he longed to see your face or to hear your voice. So he asked a breeze to report to him what you were up to, and where you were. Just in case! he tells himself, what if you needed help ehe? But he knows you're competent and you won't need the help of a weakling coward like him anytime soon. Or so he thought.
Because when the breeze only gives him a few words back, his blood runs cold.
"Please, anybody... Just help me."
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As you murmured these words in your desperate state, not really for anyone but yourself as a last resort, a prayer of some sort, you tried to stand by leaning yourself on your sword and failing miserably. You didn't dare look up as you heard the loud footsteps of the metal giants coming your way. It was over, and you barely managed to accept it.
As you rested your forehead against the cold handle of your sword, you closed your eyes, tears starting to make their ways out of your closed eyelids. All you could feel was remorse.
A soft breeze moved your hair slightly and your chest felt like a black hole had taken place where your heart used to be, regretting to not have been able to meet him under the tree at Windrise one last time.
The breeze quickly grew stronger, until it felt unnatural and you looked up from the ground, only to close your eyes again immediately when you realized the wind was too powerful for you to keep them open. If you had struggled to see though, you would have been blinded by the white light that soon illuminated the whole ruins. You didn't have enough time to register the situation when you felt a hand being laid atop your shoulder, snaking around your collarbones and pulling you back into... nothing? Another arm circled your weak form and a voice you immediately recognized said
"I've dealt with things worse than you, now crumble."
You realized that if you couldn't feel a chest behind you while still being embraced by his arms, it was because he was floating above you, and not standing behind you. A look in his direction confirmed your suspicions but what stunned you wasn't the fact that he was flying, but the attire he wore. Barely covering his body, a white set made of materials that seemed like clouds and liquid gold contrasted perfectly with his regular green clothes. His hair was glowing green and his eyes that were focused on the ruin guards up ahead had a marvelous shine that you had never seen before. He had that same aura he did the night he freed Stanley, but there was also something different about the way his hands gripped you a little too tightly or the way his voice sounded.
"Venti.." You muttered his name, relief and affection flooding you all at once, in his presence you felt as if nothing bad could happen to you. How foolish could you be, just a few hours ago you were speculating wether or not he had wiped out an entire civilisation and now here you were, being saved by him and feeling safer than you had in months.
"Close your eyes, I don't want give you a headache" he said, slowly floating legs first towards the ground. His unusually serious voice surprised you (and him) but you did as he told you. Letting go of your sword and leaning back into him, you let him deal with the monsters ahead of you.
"It's okay, it's over now" he kneeled to be at your level, his arms still wrapped around you, and you didn't have the energy to fight your urge of nuzzling into him. "I'll always be here for you, wherever there is wind, remember I'm here too. You only need to ask."
Being protected by a god really didn't feel that bad. Especially when you were in love with said god.
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Thank you so much for reading whatever this is until the end :’)
Don’t hesitate to comment or reblog, tysm <3
Ps: venti loves u and so do i do pls take care of urself mwah
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idk if you guys remember my drawings of dean winchester jr, his sister, and the fitzgerald kids being friends, but here’s the part TWO (better this time)
(tap for better quality)
hcs under the cut:
idk of these look like teenagers but sam and cas are both 18, dean is two years younger than them at 16, and jody is two years younger than him at 14
oh yeah dean has a younger sister. her name is jody. honestly i’d name her something different now but my friends who invented her came up w jody and i feel like paying homage to them so it’s jody now 😌 maybe i’ll change it eventually since this is kinda my version
they all live in the same modest suburban area and investigate supernatural happenings together + kinda keep tabs on the secret life of the monster youth
sam (winchester) told his kids about the supernatural and they’re all just kind of witchy in their day to day lives. every other friday the winchester-leahys preform the family bonding Blood Ritual to summon auntie rowena over for dinner
jody and dean are both fluent in asl and often use it to their advantage. id like to imagine they go to the same high school and will sign things to each other from across the hallway and then get in trouble bc they called jody’s mean physics teacher a cunt right in front of him
dean inherited his fathers weird thing about serial killer podcasts, except he likes to investigate cold case files. his favorite thing is looking at some old super famous unsolved mystery and realizing that it was probably because of a ghost or vampire or some shit, bc it makes him feel special that he (and a few other ppl) are the only ones who’ll ever know the real answer
it’s kind of a family of nerds. jody pretends not to be but she is and she regularly participates in dean’s freakish magic science experiments
they regularly almost burn down the house together. eileen is so long-suffering (sam w. contributes to the chaos although he denies it when she’s around)
their prank wars are like magic prank wars. lots of (mostly) harmless hex bags are placed into each other’s backpacks
OH JODY MAKES THEM ALL FILM TIKTOKS WITH HER ADJHJNWJGD. THIS IS TRUE AND FACTUAL she is on witchtok and like just posts complete bullshit but with enough real magic to the point where she can fuck with people. it brings her great joy
sam (fitzgerald) very willingly does the trends with her he thinks it’s fun. actually lets talk about the fitzgerald twins
so basically they have the sweetest most loving least nuclear nuclear family ever. from my vague memory of the ep it’s just them, garth and bess, and their older sister who’s probably moved out so yknow. rowdy 18 year olds with the house to themselves. they’re super different but love each other and know how to live with each other after like over a decade of being the top and bottom bunk on the bunk bed (cas got top, sam was afraid of heights as a child)
they both wear the silver bullet necklaces that the whole family wears, n both are happy to. sam kind of secretly wishes he could just be a regular human boy, so he appreciates the message of “you’re just like a human! you are no better than them, so love everyone equally :).” cas actually kinda likes being a werewolf but he appreciates the message the necklace offers of “hey ur stronger and better than literally all humans but you can still die so, don’t eat them i guess.”
oh if you couldn’t tell cas is the emo one. sam took after the general fitzgerald household vibes of overeagerness and love and happy times! cas just tries to be… anything but that. he probably listens to, like, death grips.
he’s still a big hugger, though. kind of ruins his image when he’s saying goodbye to some acquaintance and almost instinctively goes in for a snuggle.
they both kinda tend to get into fights. there’s a similarly peaceful vampire family in town who just thinks they’re ~so much better~ than them, and it even pisses SAM off and he’s like a walking talking marshmallow cookie.
sam actually has like a secret aggressive streak just bc he’s very defensive over his family and friends. listen i know he sounds like a mary sue shut up shut up shut u—
sometimes cas gives jody piggyback rides if she asks nicely. he pretends to be super annoyed by it but he likes the opportunity to use his super strength every once in a while. sam is also very easily persuaded if jody asks nicely, but usually she is asking him to pick up dean just to piss him off.
i think it’s very funny how dean and cas are like the Intellectuals and they’ll talk about politics and current events and social justice and jody and sam are the Artists and will interrupt them to be like “look we broke two skateboards in half and then stuck them together in a plus sign shape to make the Mega Skateboard” and then jody tries it out in the driveway and then they have to drive to the hospital. huzzah
im out of hcs so here’s some bonus doodles
#i know this post isn’t gonna get a lot of traction because it’s not something that anyone cares about and also i’m posting it at like#the worst time#but shh. it makes me happy#i spent like 11 hours on this you should reblog if <3#etchasketchings#dean winchester jr#sam fitzgerald#or is he#samuel fitzgerald#?#castiel fitzgerald#cas fitzgerald#jody winchester#sam winchester#supernatural#spn#spn finale#supernatural fanart#fanart#spn fanart#saileen#not really but shhhhh#spn headcanons#spn next gen!
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Headcannons for a(nother) dumbass au
EDIT: AHHHH, FORGOT THAT SOME OF THE SCREAM CHARACTER HAVE THE SAME FIRST NAMES AS RE CHARACTERS GONNA PUT THEIR MOVIE IN BRACKETS IM SORRY SIRUHDFHJJUJUSDJKSD
(I may or may not be watching scream 5 and thinking of the absolute shit-show of what would happen if I just ploped a bunch of ghostfaces((+ Sidney)) in with the RE crew. and I may or may not be on a roll tonight and gonna write that shit)
this is just bcs I love the scream movies lmaooooo
SPOILERS FOR ALL SCREAM MOVIES
(this blog has become the land of the stupid and impossible AUs)(might turn into a series and add more good guys like Gale and Dewey and Randy, bcs I can bring back whoever I want in my own dumb au)
I mean, if its all current ghostfaces then there's some geeking out from the Scream 5 ones about the others(but im not here for that, im here to stick them in with zombies, so we can all just imagine them freaking out about one another and get straight to the au stuff)
Also, gonna ignore the Stab movies and just say we dropped the ghostfaces and Sid in a universe where that isn't a thing.
Sidney is involved how? I think im going with current Sidney from 5, so she's being chased about by the 9 killers she thought were all dead, so im just sending her to the RPD for help.
so yeah, like in the AvP au, the STARS crew is pretty busy. but someone saying that they are being attacked by serial killers might be taken more seriously that someone talking about aliens. so ima say they believe her.
they still might not have time though.
I would say they put her in a safe house or something, but that's boring. so to the mansion she comes
she's survived enough to know how to follow horror rules, so she may surprise them with how good she is.
that being said, there's a huge difference between klutzy teens in costumes with no peripheral vision and a fucking hunter.
she's not gonna let herself trust anyone because of her previous problems being part of a group.
even so, she probably gets attached to the STARS crew pretty quick. especially cause Dewey was a cop(and she married Mark from scream 3, also a cop) so she is used to trusting them
so it's gonna hit hard when Wesker turns on them.
she's used to it, and knows it wasn't aimed at her(probably very refreshing for her, it always seems to be targeted at her) but she's mad bcs she really has decided she likes the STARS crew
she thinks Rebecca is the most wholesome smol bean and wants to kill Wesker for shooting her.
when the Tyrant does its thing she's like 'fucking n o p e'
she fully understands that they always come back, so she rlly wants to go shoot Wesker in the head to make sure, but what can she do while being chased by the Tyrant. (if I make a series out of this, there will be a lot about how she's finally gonna face an actual semi-immortal villain after so long of just humans and tons of talk about supernatural monsters like Jason and stuff, blah blah they always come back, and now she's gonna wish she'd listen to Randy a bit better)
oh yeah, I forgot the ghostfaces
lmaoooooo. this whole thing was kinda about them, and I forgot about them.
(off topic as shit, but Richie was right. thinkin about having to address hate comments and yeah. how can fandom be so toxic when its about love?)
ok, back to the ghostfaces.
Wesker wants Sid out of the picture bcs she might fuck up his test data or something.
that's just an excuse for me to have him bribe all the ghostfaces to help him in return for him capturing Sid for them.
if they all came to the mansion I think we lose Amber, Charlie and Stu right away. they might be the weakest of all the ghostfaces
Richie is sticking to Billy[scream] in such a way that it might become a problem. after they both lost their partners right away they might just decide to hang out
Jill[scream 4] isn't really upset about losing Charlie, but she's gonna die next.
its possible that Wesker killed her bcs he's sick of her drama queen bullshit.
Roman is like 'wtf ok mr corrupt cop man' - I also think Roman might last longer than most
Chris or Jill runs into the group of bumbling idiots and I think we lose Mickey and Mrs. Loomis (she tried to offer him up and they both got shot)
so that leaves us with Billy[scream] and Roman and Richie
im thinking bcs they r my favorite 3 ghostfaces they get to live by just kinda dipping after that.
If this becomes a series I might retcon other deaths I stated here.
Ima imagine a funny scenario where the 3 I let live knew Wesker got stabbed by the Tyrant and he shows up and they freak the fuck out.
omfg ghostfaces in a full on outbreak is such chaos.
stay tuned for more bullshit
holy shit that was long
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what in ur opinion is the importance of the “u turned yourself in so id always know where you were. youd only do that if i rejected u” scene? how do u interpret things? im interested in ur view
okay three things i will defend to the death: will is a deeply repressed bisexual man, he is in complete denial and/or disgust about his feelings toward hannibal, in s3e13 he is completely suicidal.
will comes to tell hannibal that the red dragon died by suicide, to stop himself. i think this is what will was doing when he pushed himself off the cliff so talking about dolarhydes fakes death is important especially when will and hannibal survive the fall making that death fake too.
next “does the enemy inside you agree with the accusation? even a little bit?” when hannibal talks about will causing chiltons near death encounter with the dragon. the “enemy” which hannibal is completely aware of is will’s blood lust and grey morality that he knows will is repressing. he knows will is going to be the one to help his escape but his chances are getting slim with the dragon being dead so he’s desperate trying to pull it out of will.
“you can go home now, if there’s any point. is there any point?” hannibal keeps asking questions he knows the answers to and will keeps giving non answers because he cant lie to hannibal. he never could.
“think about me will. don’t worry about me.” hannibal isnt worried at all. he knows will’s marriage will fall apart. he’ll probably get divorced, and he’d find some way to come back to hannibal.
but THEN will puts his hand on the glass. he’s tired. he’s exhausted. he destroyed because he knows he could never have a normal life as a husband, a dad, an upstanding moral citizen. he wants to be with hannibal but he blames him for making him feel like this. he doesnt want to take responsibility, his gaze is just “you did this to me. you made me love you. you drove me to kill. you made me enjoy it. i’ll never be the same and you ruined me.”
“you turned yourself in so i’d know exactly where you were. you’d only do that if i rejected you. goodbye.” will wanted to hurt hannibal. he wanted to tell him “my life is nothing without you and i still dont want you” he’s lying to himself and to hannibal. if he honestly didnt want to be with hannibal he never wouldve turned and stopped to listen to what hannibal had to say.
“was it good to see me?” “good? no.” i this i think was the truth. i dont think will felt good during 3b except when he was killing dolarhyde. that kind of love twists inside you and turns your stomach. it makes you sick and shaky and disgusted like youre a monster because this isnt what youre supposed to be doing and why cant you just stop and be normal. he loves hannibal. hannibal is a serial killer who ate his victims and kidnapped a woman and killed two people that will cared about and hurt eill physically and mentally. coming to terms with still being in love with him was hard and it hurt.
when he takes hannibal over the cliff i think will was trying to be with hannibal in the only way he thought he could be. a real “we’re both bound for hell so lets go their hand in hand. my love, my soul, you’ll be with me in the sea below this cliff and in the lake of fire” kinda love. it was a way he would be with hannibal and he’d skip having to face molly and walter and jack and alana and have them be hurt by his decision. pain reduction because he thinks they’ll get over his suicide and move on and light a candle. his letting them mourn rather than have deal with the realization of who he is and what he’s done. he knew he needed to die with hannibal and hannibal was okay with that because he just wanted to be with will and be loved by him in any way he could have.
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if you’re wondering why I’m having to repost this, or why you were perhaps previously following me but no longer are, please refer to this post. I was able to retrieve this thanks to @rosieathena - thanks so much!! ♡
Spencer Reid x she/her!reader
Give Her Back To Me
Spencer never imagined experiencing pain such as this. His expression is vacant, his exterior appearing calm while a storm swirls inside of him. The storm that had started as sickness and worry, has transformed into a tornado of fire and rage that he can barely contain.
“Kid, you ready?” Derek questions warily as he finished gearing his friend up, rigged with a concealed mic and earpiece, and a gun, but none of the team needed to present Spencer with that. He had one on him from the moment he knew this was going to happen.
Dragging himself back down to earth and at a safe distance from his destructive thoughts, Spencer nods wordlessly, his eyes unable to focus on anything but the door at the end of the hall. He knows that as soon as he sees that monster’s face, the anger he’s managed to kept under wraps thus far will consume him. The team see no use in attempting to reach Spencer at this time, his mind is otherwise occupied, and as a result, their sorrowful smiles that Spencer doesnt see are accompanied by their reassuring pats on his back. That was his cue, and he’d never forgive himself if he waited a second longer before speed walking towards the door.
As soon as he swings the door open, Spencer’s eyes lock onto the monster himself, sitting at the only table, placed in the centre of the hall. The monster has a pleased smile on his face as he clasps his hands together, it’s unlikely to believe that - if there were any witnesses to this - others would see through the kind facade of this scum, but the layers of malevolence that sat beneath it were clear as day to Spencer Reid, and he is utterly repulsed. Fury bursts at the seams of the young man as he stares at the creature that is less than human, and he thunders over to the table, sitting down opposite the embodiment of evil. He cant believe that he’s sitting with the monster that had taken the love of his life and hidden her away somewhere.
“Spencer - I can call you Spencer, cant I? We know each other well enough by now. I have to say, Im disappointed, I was expecting you to tear open the skies above for your precious girl, but you wont even meet my simple demands to ensure that she remains alive?”
This man is responsible for the deaths of 12 women who were all previous kidnapping victims, Spencer’s girlfriend was to be ‘lucky number 13’, as this killer had branded her when he was nothing more than another unsub. It was at that point, things got extremely personal. This serial killer was worse than any other Spencer had read about or helped to arrest, purely because he had taken you, and the subtle threats in the monster’s words will do little to deter Spencer’s mission today.
Spencer leans forward in his seat, clasping his hands in front of him exactly as the killer has done, which causes the scum to sit back in his chair and remove his hands from the table. By no means was Spencer ever regarded as an intimidating man, not when compared to other members of his team at least, but on his own, and in this head space? He is a force to be reckoned with.
“You told me specifically to come here alone and leave my team blissfully unaware of this meeting, but I decided not to listen, because you see, I will do absolutely anything for her - that’s important, keep note of that - I will do anything for her, but for you? No amount of horrific backstory is going to make me pity you enough to convince me that I shouldnt submit you to every form of torture I know of until you tell me where she is, and I may not even stop then.”
The monster chuckles wickedly, as though he somehow believes he has even the slightest chance of survival. “You’re not a man of violence, Doctor Reid, the only research you do is to keep the peace.”
“That usually is the case, yes, but you seem to be under the misapprehension that I care for your continued existence. I have nothing to lose without her here, which means, after the very little consideration that was necessary, I have chosen to ignore the consequences of my actions. I’ve been reading up on nothing but torture methods from the moment you took her, that was six days ago. 20,000 words per minute and an eidetic memory, do you really want to see how creative I can get?”
As the venom drips from his own words, he cant help the painful tug at his heartstrings as he recalls the past six days. This is the longest time he has spent without you from the day you met, and it has been a period entirely consumed by anguish. The night you were taken, Spencer had dropped you off at your house after taking you out on a date. Every Friday was date night, as often as your work allowed it to be, and last Friday was as perfect as all previous dates with you have been. With every day that has passed since, Spencer has scolded himself constantly for not going into the house with you when you invited him in for a drink. He heard his own voice say “There’s nowhere else in existence I would rather be than here with you, but let’s save this for tomorrow night, when we’re not officially required to go to work the following day?” He had planned to ask you to move in with him the next night, he had an extravagant list of events in place, and he wanted to confirm them all again on the Friday night, he couldnt risk you hearing him talking on the phone. If he hadnt been so wrapped up in that, perhaps he would have noticed something was off about your home. If he’d just gone into your house, he could have saved you...
This all crosses Spencer’s mind in a matter of seconds, and he doesnt give the monster time to interject before he continues. “You’re going to have to shoot me in the face before you walk out of here, so Im going to give you the exact instruction that gives you the highest chance of avoiding the most painful end to your life that you can possibly imagine.”
The scum stares at the young doctor, flickers of fear reflected in his soulless eyes. But the man he is staring at could not be less afraid of him; taking the love of his life had not broken him as the monster had hoped it would, instead he became a man stronger than he had ever known, with immeasurable anger directing his every move.
It is that exact fury that causes Spencer to rise to his feet, and slam his hands down on the table in the most seething display of protective rage.
“Give her back to me.”
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Yeah but fr tho 99% of the reason monster is so good is all about tenma. Like he makes that story, if he wasn't the protag it wouldn't be able to maintain it's hope and life and he's just a very unusual (in a good way) hero/protag esp. For mysteries and it's great! I miss tenma every day
yeah god i love tenma but i think its also definitely about nina and grimmer and also dieter that i think the biggest problem of a lot of similar stories where u go back into a villains backstory trying to figure out why they are the way they are its like it can come away with the vibe the story just believes if ur traumatized thats a one way ticket to being evil and im still not totally sure if i love that part about monster or how it explores johan so much but i think its like can only work because theres other characters who went thru similar horrible things johan did and are good people and dont have to be like that even if their entire childhoods were trying to mold them into that image they resisted its like tenma subverts all the normal standards for this kind of genre protagonist he doesnt know everything hes extremely kind and helps people out but is also deeply affected by everything he sees and learns from other people and also like nobody in power trusts him and hes wanted by the police which is like soo much better than how most stories focusing on u know hunting down a serial killer seek to cast laws and police as our only safety against such things and then like lunge is kind of a joke on the usual kind of protagonist for a story like this and hes just flat out wrong he doesnt listen to other people and is single mindedly focused on it being tenma and then like that we have the wonderful contrast of people like nina and grimmer and dieter who all to varying degrees had similar upbringings to johan and are still good people i mean johan also is like less of a character character and in many ways like a concept kind of villain where they represent other greater forces rather than being just their own thing like hes the concentrated evil of all these eugenicists and so on being allowed to live and operate and continue to exist legally in their society idk its very interesting and i really appreciate all these various elements which make the story a lot better than other similar ones
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Should be 69 of those 😚
I hate you so much. You monster. I only expressed that I was surprised and you did this to me. I didn't ask for this.
Nonetheless....
🌻 - there is a bug in the kitchen and I am now too scared to go in there.
🌻 - Harper is trying to protect me but she is frankly useless.
🌻 - it's not like a big bug but it is definitely not small.
🌻 - I saw moth put a flower before each of these and thought it was neat. So I am now doing it.
🌻 - the person who sent me this sends a "Daily dose of disappointment" in a group chat we are in. Except it is not daily. It's whenever she has one.
🌻 - Kool Aid originated in Nebraska.
🌻 - The Omaha zoo has both the largest indoor desert as well as the largest indoor rainforest. The rainforest is my favorite.
🌻 - there is a rope bridge in there though that used to scare me a lot.
🌻 - nebraska also apparently originated the reuben sandwich which is gross.
🌻 - the Ogalala aquifer is the largest underground water supply in the US.
🌻 - the 911 system originated in Lincoln so that's kinda cool.
🌻 - the largest Woolly Mammath fossil is from Nebraska. If I remember correctly it's the one in Morrill Hall. His name is Archie and I will die for him.
🌻 - speaking of Archie, he was found on a farm by chickens. The farmer got confused at why the chickens were pecking at something, went to look, found big bones and called an archeologist.
🌻 - okay the bug is still a problem but I now have you to save me when it shows it's little fucking face again.
🌻 - the word Nebraska comes from the Oto word meaning flat water.
🌻 - hell yeah we going back to nebraska facts. Next is that the goldrod is the state flower. Flower is kinda pretty but the paper color by the same name is stupid.
🌻 - blue agate is the state gem and I vibe with that. Agate is cool as fuck.
🌻 - UNL's weight room is supposedly the largest in the country at 3/4ths of an acre (32.6k sqft)
🌻 - the Nebraska capitol had a 9.8 million budget, came in under budget, was paid for by the time it finished construction.
🌻 - I think the capitol looks weird but I am also desensitized to it but objectively it is really cool.
🌻 - cliff notes was founded in Nebraska.
🌻 - unfortunately when the UNL stadium is seated to capacity it technically becomes the 3rd most populated place in the state..... It's also really loud.... And I hate it.
🌻 - Arbor day comes from Nebraska. Which is cool because trees.
🌻 - the Scotts Bluff National Museum has a section of the oregon trail wagon roadbed that you can hike. The museum itself is also kinda cool so I suggest it if you ever are in the area.
🌻 - I wish to kill you, kathryn.
�� - more Nebraska facts I hear you cry! No problem! Nebraska has Car Henge! So if you ever want to get the vibe of Stonehenge except stupid and made of antique cars in a field in the middle of fucking nowhere you're in luck.
🌻 - Runzas are the official state food and I hate it. Runza makes decent chicken strips but Runzas are gross. Yes handover that cabbage meat bread 🤢
🌻 - Nebraska has a navy apparently. I know this but I cant tell you what the fuck they do since we are like the most landlocked state in the country.
🌻 - That one president, Gerald Ford, born in Nebraska. That's kinda neat. (I know nothing else about this man or his presidency except he is the only one not nationally elected.)
🌻 - Fred Astaire, Marlon Brando, and Johnny Carson (I think, or he just went to UNL, the media arts building is named after him) are all from Nebraska.
🌻 - getting sick of nebraska facts? Suffer. Nebraska has more miles of river than any other state, which is weird because we were called the great American desert.
🌻 - apparently the Nebraska state insect is the honeybee!!! 🐝
🌻 - the Niobrara river is apparently really good for canoeing and has like 90 waterfalls.
🌻 - I am running low on nebraska facts.
🌻 - there is a park/reserve just outside Lincoln that has some bison in it. Do not fuck with bison. They will wreck your shit.
🌻 - I don't know if he is still alive but there used to be a bald eagle in the same park that only had one wing. (Actually I think he was missing half of one but still)
🌻 - the cottonwood tree is awful and on a bad year can look like a light snow if too many trees are nearby.
🌻 - the ashfall fossil beds are where you can go to see an active archeology site with the fossils of tons of animals killed by a volcano 12 million years ago.
🌻 - Nebraska has a unicameral. Which is basically instead of a state house and state senate we have one legislative body that is elected on a non-partisan ticket.
🌻 - it is illegal to fish whales in Nebraska. Once again we are completely land locked and there are no whales but.. its still illegal.
🌻 - I am dying here. Kathryn I will punch you.
🌻 - Morrill Hall also has elephant hall which is the main hall right when you pass the entry desk. It has like 15 (?) fossils in it and apparently it's the largest collection of elephant fossils on display.
🌻 - speaking of Morrill Hall, it only displays about 1% of it's collection. The rest is stored at Nebraska Hall nearby.
🌻 - I think the cranes in North Platte are lame.
🌻 - nebraska furniture mart in Omaha is apparently the largest in the country. Which I can believe. I went to the discount part and it was a giant warehouse. I don't know what the actual sale floor is like.
🌻 - cherry county is bigger than Connecticut.
🌻 - O street (highway 6) is the longest straight main street
🌻 - Nebraska has a testicle festival. It's probably exactly what you think it is. Too many fried cow balls is what it is.
🌻 - there is a really cool church between Lincoln and omaha called the Holy Family Shrine. Its got massive arches and is mostly glass. Im not catholic so it's not really a religious thing but a bitch can appreciate some cool architecture.
🌻 - the Hall brothers who made Hallmark (card company) are from Nebraska.
🌻 - UNL's Love library has a Shakespeare Folio. Its in the Special Collections and Archives' vault. I want to see it so bad and one of the archivists told me she would show me it next time they opened the vault but then corona... :(
🌻 - UNL's library also has like 5 million+ physical items in it's collections.
🌻 - the serial killer Charles Starkweather is buried in Wyuka in Lincoln.
🌻 - Kearney, NE is dead center geographically between Boston and San Francisco.
🌻 - 92% of the state is farmland/ranches.
🌻 - if you have made it this far I am sorry.
🌻 - Nearly every fun facts about nebraska page has mentioned that the food stuffs Spam is manufactured in Fremont. So I'll mention out of peer pressure.
🌻 - the bug is still in the kitchen. Kathryn has foresaken me. I may perish in the night.
🌻 - 10 more. There is a roller skating museum in Lincoln. It's at 48th and South streets. Has largest collection of historical roller skates.
🌻 - Larry the Cable Guy I'd from Nebraska and he has recorded narrations for some exhibits in the Lincoln children's zoo. Or he used to it's been awhile.
🌻 - going back to UNL stuffs. Morrill Hall is a pretty cool museum and you should definitely go there. If only to say hi to Archie.
🌻 - the bronze Archie that is outside the museum is currently sporting a fashionable face mask set both over his trunk and his actual mouth.
🌻 - there are a couple dino fossils in that museum and if you step over the barrier and onto the decorative rocks an alarm will go off. And staff will be pissed because now they have to tell at you.
🌻 - said museum also has a lot of cool rocks on the third floor.
🌻 - and the bottom floor has like a hall of nebraska animals where you can hit buttons to listen to animal sounds.
🌻 - aaand a room with a plesiosaur embedded in the floor which is really cool.
🌻 - there is also a cool museum in Nebraska called the SAC. Which is the museum for Strategic Air Command. It has a lot of planes and some stuff from moon missions and air force stuff. When I was little some oil from the big plane in the entrance leaked onto a pillow I had when I was sleeping under it on a trip.
🌻 - nebraska is better than iowa but nebraska kinda sucks too so it's not like it matters truthfully.
🌻 - Nebraska has a lot of weather like giant hailstones and tornadoes but Lincoln doesn't get much because it is in a geographic dent so weather tends to weaken over the city. Which is lame. I want lots of snow.
And there we are folks. 69 fucking facts. 58 of which are about Nebraska purely out of spite. I counted.
I am now off to murder my roommate.
(jk but you should expect to be quizzed)
#nebraska facts#in case anyone wants to learn any thing#long post#please save me this took an hour and a half to type on my phone#also i did look up about half of these. a lot i knew or are my original knowledge.#kathryn you bitch#i brought this on myself for opening my mouth and mentioning it.#also the bug has still not been killed#11/69 of these are not about nebraska.
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