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05 — enchanted

summary: “please don’t be in love with someone else”/“please don’t have somebody waiting on you.”  pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader genre: best friends to lovers, mutual pining, fluff, slow burn, no use of (Y/N) warnings: alcohol (reader gets drunk lmfao), jealousy, slight miscommunication, austin (aka: bartender girl from s4), special mention to special people wc: 4.9k a/n: everyone say thank you @astrophileous for beta-reading MWAH ilyvm zara <33 SPARKS FLY MASTERLIST // MAIN MASTERLIST

Although you haven’t been a part of the BAU for more than one year, it didn’t stop you from maintaining the connections that you had in all your years of working there. Sure, the scheduling times could be better, but that didn’t stop the team from spending their rare day off to spend time with you. After all, the adjustment of seeing you every day to once in a blue moon was a difficult one to make. 

O’Keefe’s has been the main victim of the team’s shenanigans, its doors open for the seven members of law enforcement, all eager to get their hands on some well earned rest and relaxation. Drinks are passed around the booth and you can’t help but laugh as you watch Derek get his ‘groove thang on’ with a few girls in the bar. Today is one of the rare occasions when the team didn’t have a case, an even rarer day when the team didn’t have to take on any new or incoming cases. 

“How’s life treating you?” Emily asks cheerfully, sipping at her strawberry daiquiri. You gather that tonight is one of those nights.

You smile, sipping at your own beverage of choice. “Good! Way less stressful than working at the BAU, that’s for sure. And the hours are good, too.”

JJ snorts from beside you. “Yeah, well, can’t say I’m not jealous. How’re the kids?”

“I can’t say much because of confidentiality and all that, but they’re doing well. A lot better, thank goodness but it just goes to show the aftermath of the things that you guys deal with. I mean, I still think about all the victims we’ve helped and it sucks that we can’t do anything to help them further.” You finish your tangent with a long sip of your drink before leaning back against the booth. “Anyway, how are you guys?”

Penelope comes shuffling past carrying a series of cocktails, her absolutely monstrous platform heels not aiding her in her slightly tipsy task. “Do not even get me started on work. No work! None! We’re having a fun day. Ergo, no work talk.”

You laugh in response, moving to the side to allow her room to sit in the booth. “No, Penny, you’re right. No work talk.”

The drinks are dispersed and your gaze shifts to where Spencer is standing, laughing awkwardly as he tries to follow along to Derek’s dancing and socialising. He looks incredibly out of place in his brown argyle sweater vest, navy tie and freshly pressed slacks, and he pulls at the collar of his shirt. 

“Nah, Spencer could definitely be a ladies’ man if he plays his cards right. And I mean that literally,” Emily says, bringing you out of your daydream.

Your head snaps in her direction, trying to calm your facial features and microexpressions. Regardless of your attempts, after a year of not practising, you don’t do as well as you hope. “What?”

JJ grins at you, her eyes lighting up knowingly. “We’re just talking about who’s the biggest hotshot in the BAU.”

“Wouldn’t that be David?” You ask meekly, your finger swirling along the edge of your glass. You had met David Rossi on occasion, once by accident when you were having a night out with the girls and the other during a proper introduction two weeks later. “Didn’t he have, like, five wives?”

“I had three thank you very much,” Rossi intervenes swiftly, holding his glass of whisky on ice. 

“Sorry, my bad,” you respond jokingly, snickering as he shakes his head and stalks over to where Hotch is sitting and drinking his rum. 

Penelope lets out a loud laugh. “I think we’re forgetting the obvious: our very own Chocolate Thunder.”

“Well, fine,” Emily drawls, waving a hand dismissively, “but Spencer has that innocent vibe to him, y’know? The kind of guy women go crazy over.”

JJ clicks her fingers in remembrance. “Didn’t a bunch of prostitutes try to pick him up in that one case?”

“What?” You ask again, albeit a little shrilly as you try to dismiss the surprise in your tone. 

“He didn’t take them,” Emily says quickly in an attempt to ease your discomfort. “But he did pick up a girl a few months ago. Austin?”

Penelope nods at that, putting down her cup. “Oooh, yes! I remember her. He showed me a picture. She’s pretty.”

“I mean, he did pick up Lila too.” JJ reminds the team, shooting you a sly smile. “You remember her, don’t you?”

You force out a laugh and bite the inside of your cheek in the process. “Yeah. Who’s Austin?”

“I think I still have a picture!” Penelope says, brandishing her phone from her coat pocket. She types something in before sliding it in your direction. “Pretty, right?”

Austin is certainly pretty, even in the uncoordinated selfie Penelope shows you of her and Spencer. He’s slightly out of frame, his lips set into a sweet smile while Austin practically glows. Her brilliant green eyes flash in the camera and her dark hair frames her face perfectly. She and Spencer are close in the photo, with him holding the phone clumsily and she has a hand on his arm. 

“Uh huh,” you murmur distractedly, averting your gaze from the photo as an ugly feeling creeps into your chest. “Really pretty.”

Emily looks at you curiously. “You didn’t know about her?”

You shrug in response, the smile on your face insincere. “There are a lot of things I don’t know about Spencer.”

The group exchange a couple glances at your tell-tale body language, watching as you scoot past Penelope and out of the booth, making your way to the bar. You’re all too grateful for a reprieve from the teasing as you order another drink and take a seat, resting your chin on the palm of your hand. Your mind goes through all the interactions you’ve had with Spencer over the years. Were you really that foolish to think that he would feel that way for you? Maybe you were reading too much into it, you try to reason, running your fingers through your once styled hair. Maybe, in some stupid and twisted way, all of Spencer’s interactions were platonic.

You scoff inwardly to yourself. Right. Because picking someone up at two o’clock in the morning is entirely platonic. Sleeping in the same bed as someone because of nightmares is totally normal between friends. In any case, you could have sworn that he–

“Trouble in paradise?” 

An unfamiliar voice nearly makes you jump out of your skin, and you turn to the man who takes a seat beside you. “Uh… something like that.”

The man hums, a smile on his handsome features. His dark brown hair is fluffy and, in its own charming little way, suits him. He reminds you a lot of Spencer, with the way his eyes crinkle at the corners when he smiles along with the timbre of his voice. He’s also very different to Spencer, especially with his sweater that has a bright orange pumpkin on it, paired with a matching orange scarf. A pair of red tinted sunglasses hang on the neckline of his sweater, and you doubt that it would do much good to block the sun.

“I’m Matthias,” he says good naturedly, beaming. “I’m with my sister, Laura,” he explains, gesturing to a lady sporting dyed auburn coloured hair, and she waves with a matching smile.

You introduce yourself, pointing to the booth. “My friends are over there.”

Matthias nods, undeterred by your company on the other side of the bar. “Let me buy you a drink.”

*** 

After what felt like hours of dancing (it was really only fifteen minutes), Spencer and Derek make their way to rejoin the group. The feeling of sweat matting his skin is one of many reasons as to why Spencer hates dancing. That, and the fact that there were far too many people on the dancefloor. What’s worse is the fact that he’s sure that none of them have ever heard of the word ‘deodorant’. He cringes at the thought of all the germs that could be festering on his skin as he sits at the booth, his eyes shifting to wear your bag lays haphazardly on the red cushions. 

“Where is she?” He asks instantly, turning to Emily and placing your bag so that it’s in a safer and less hazardous position.

She hums, pointing in the bar’s direction. “Getting a drink. She’s just cooling off.”

“Cooling off?” Spencer echoes, his brows furrowing. “What do you mean she’s ‘cooling off’?”

Penelope offers an apologetic smile, fiddling with the buttons on her coat. “We… might have told her about Austin?”

“You what?” Spencer can barely believe his ears as he looks at the group incredulously. “Why would you do that?”

“We didn’t mean anything bad by it,” JJ says hastily. “We didn’t think she’d react like that.”

“React like what?” Spencer’s voice is strangely stern, his eyes narrowing as he turns to the rest of the team. “I don’t like Austin. She’s nice but I don’t like her.”

Derek’s brows lift in surprise and confusion. “Did you go out with her after the case?”

Spencer’s ears burn in embarrassment and he turns to his friend in offence. “I asked her for help. I don’t like Austin like that. I needed advice.”

“Advice,” Emily repeats, turning in the direction of the bar. “You mean about…?”

Spencer doesn’t stay long enough to head the rest of Emily’s sentence or to answer it, making his way over to you are. Part of him wishes that he stayed put, especially when he sees what you’re doing. In an instant, his nose is scrunched up in distaste as he spies the random stranger chatting you up. His eyes lock with yours and he relishes in the way they light up as you wave him over.

“Hi,” he breathes, standing beside you. 

“Hi!” You gush, beaming at him. “Saw you on the dancefloor.”

“You’ll never see it again,” he says honestly, stealing a sip of your drink. It tastes like vodka and the strawberry lipgloss you use (he only know what it tastes like because of its very on the nose packaging: a giant strawberry. He wishes he knew for other reasons).

You laugh, bright and loud, before you gasp excitedly. “Oh, Spencer, this is Matthias! He’s been keeping me company.” Then, you lean closer to him, your voice a very exaggerated whisper as if the person you’re talking about isn’t in the seat next to you as you tell Spencer, “he’s a director.”

Matthias waves off the statement, chuckling along. “Nothing famous though.”

“He’s a liar,” you tell Spencer enthusiastically. “Did you know he went to New York University? Crazy, right? Like, the school of arts or something. Oh! And he’s also from Vegas! You two are so alike.”

Spencer nods half-heartedly as he tells you, “you know, I went to MIT and CalTech.”

“Well I know that, silly!” You say with a drunken laugh, poking at his cheek. You turn to Matthias with a proud grin before reaching for a shot. “Spencer’s a genius. He’s a super smart genius.”

“That’s what ‘genius’ means, angel,” Spencer reminds gently, prying the little cup away from you. “No more. You’re drunk and we don’t want a repeat of last time.”

Your face falls and your lips curl into a frown. “But Spencer I’m thirsty!”

“You have water in your bag,” he prompts, squeezing your shoulder and helping you off the barstool, not paying this Matthias person any mind. “Okay? Let’s go back to the others.”

You nod eagerly, stumbling a little as you wave goodbye. “Bye, Matthias!”

“Uh huh,” Spencer dismisses, leading you back to the table by the small of your back. He leans a little closer to murmur in your ear, “why did you leave the others?”

You shrug dismissively, leaning into his side. “Doesn’t matter.”

“No, angel, it does,” he says carefully, “tell me?”

You huff in your own clumsy drunken way. “You should ask Austin. Or go pick someone else up. Emily says you’re turning into a ‘ladies’ man’.”

Spencer resists the urge to roll his eyes. Of course. “I don’t like Austin,” he tells you in earnest, holding you close to his side as you stumble back to the booth. “I mean it, angel.”

“Bet you call everyone angel,” you grumble under your breath. “Bet you let everyone call you ‘Walter’ too.”

“No,” Spencer says immediately, a hand on your waist. “I only call you that. Besides, why would I let someone call me by my middle name if it isn’t you?”

You huff again, slumping in the booth as Penelope shuffles inward to give you more room. Your arms cross over your chest in annoyance and frustration and  you turn away from Spencer’s direction. He doesn’t need to be a profiler to know that you’re pissed off at him. Somewhere in your hazy drunk mind, you’ve made it out as him being the bad guy.

Spencer shoots the other girls a pointed glare, gesturing at you as if to say ‘This is your fault’ because, in reality, it is. If they didn’t mention Austin, you wouldn’t be mad at him. If they didn’t mention Austin, you wouldn’t have gotten yourself drunk with some random guy who went to New York University. Spencer mocks Matthias in his head. Stupid Matthias and his stupidly good hair. Spencer runs a hand through his own growing locks, grimacing when he realises that it reaches his shoulders now. Maybe he should get a haircut later.

“Angel,” Spencer tries again, kneeling down next to your chair. “Let’s get you home, alright? Please don’t be mad at me?”

You mutter something incoherent, not bothering to look in his direction.

“I’m not in love with Austin,” he tells you, his tone a mix of firmness and gentleness. “Really, I’m not. We’re just friends, angel, I promise.”

“Liar,” you mutter under your breath as you get out of the booth. JJ guiltily passes you your bag and you take it out of her hands as Spencer grips your arm with one hand, the other on the small of your back. 

“Not a lie,” Spencer says, walking you to his car. “I wouldn’t lie to you about this. Not after Lila.”

“Lie-la,” you say bitterly as you get into the passenger seat. “Stupid actress.”

He laughs at that, getting behind the wheel. “Yeah, angel. Stupid actress.”

“You kissed her in a pool,” you continue as you fumble drunkenly with the buckle of the seatbelt. “You don’t kiss me in the pool.”

Spencer’s cheeks burn at your words as he puts your seatbelt on, his fingers grazing yours. “It never came up. Besides, I hate pools, you know that.”

“Germ-y,” you respond knowingly, a silly giddy smile on your face. “I know you the best.”

“Exactly,” he hums as starts the car, his words flowing smoothly as he considers how drunk you are. There’s no way you’d remember this, right? “Why would I find another girl when I have you who knows me best?”

Your cheeks glow with pride at his words and you laugh. “Exactly.”

*** 

It’s late. Far too late and you toss and turn in bed. Your eyes are heavy but your brain won’t shut up, swirling with the memories of the previous night. You’re not really sure what happened after you got to the bar, only remembering snippets of the night. The entire time was a blur: you remember getting upset at the girls (or rather, at the information they were feeding you), meeting someone– Mason? Matthew? You can’t even remember– and then downing three shots. It’s awfully stupid of you, yes but then somehow you got home safe and sound with a note on your kitchen counter from Spencer.

You felt a little silly upon the finding of the note. Of course Spencer would take you home; it’s not like the girls were particularly sober by the time you wanted to leave. Regardless, reading the note made you feel incredibly stupid, more stupid than usual, and you wanted nothing more than to bury yourself six feet underground. 

‘Hi angel,’ it read in Spencer’s messy scrawl with chaotic lettering and swirly g’s. ‘You’re probably really hungover right now so there’s a Tylenol on the counter and a sandwich in the fridge. Please drink water; I’m sure you’re also severely dehydrated from the alcohol. I know you’re upset at me but please just forget about what the others said about Austin. I don’t like her like that. Be safe and call me when you wake up.’

The note was fine, nothing out of the ordinary, just Spencer being his usual ridiculously lovely self. You didn’t mind that he took care of you, either. It’s more-so the fact that you genuinely could barely remember what you said that him. You’re betting on it being something exceedingly dumb (you’re making a habit of it, much to your own chagrin), especially considering how much you had to drink that night. Maybe you should start abstaining from drinking from now on, especially if Spencer was in the vicinity. 

The note is now pinned securely to your cork board, a pretty lavender thumb tack holding it in place. Your gaze drifts to it for a moment then to your clock and you groan into your pillow. This is dumb. Sleep is dumb. Your clock blinks with the numbers ‘02:01’ in red mocking letters and you resist the urge to scream. After blindly searching for your phone, you step out of bed while rubbing your eyes. 

The lingering question keeps you up as you pace back and forth beside you bed. If Spencer doesn’t like Austin, who does he like? It can’t be Lila. You would have known if they kept in contact. Then again, you had no idea who Austin was so who knows what secrets Spencer is keeping? What if there was another girl? What if your entire friendship with Spencer was exactly that– friendship. You slap the palm of your hand to your forehead. Were you really that stupid?

It’s in that moment when your phone begins to ring. The tune plays through the room and you know it all too well; the Doctor Who theme song that you spent a whopping two dollars and thirty-seven cents on to add it as the custom ringtone for Spencer. 

“Hello…?” You answer quietly, your voice choking. “Walter?”

“Angel,” he murmurs, and you can hear shuffling in the background. “Why are you still awake?”

You hum, pinching the bridge of your nose. “I could ask you the same question.”

He laughs quietly on the other side of the line, scratchy from the lack of sleep. “Can I come over?”

“Always.”

He hangs up after that and you press the pads of your fingers into the corners of your eyes again. You’re exhausted, far too exhausted to be hosting guests, but this is Spencer. How can you ever say no to him? So, instead of sulking around and spending far too long doing nothing, you fashion yourself a cup of tea and flick the lights on. The book you were reading is thrown haphazardly onto the cushions of your couch but you can’t bring yourself to pick it up. 

The jiggling of the door handle brings you out of your little mood, and Spencer lets himself in with the key you gave him, locking it securely and taking his shoes off to reveal his sock choice of the day: one bright green and the other in fuchsia with buttercup yellow spots. He’s wearing a crinkly white t-shirt that hangs over his gangly frame and grey sweatpants. For something so basic, he looks absolutely criminal in it. You pinch yourself as punishment for thinking such a thing. 

“Hey,” he breathes, sitting next to you. He runs his fingers through his hair, frowning a little. “Do you think I should get it cut?”

You laugh, almost spilling your tea. “You came to my apartment at two in the morning to ask what I think about your hair?”

“Yes,” he agrees before laughing, “no! Of course not. I just thought of it.”

A hum leaves your lips as you curl a strand of his hair around your finger. “I like long hair on you. Besides, you’d look good in any hair cut.”

Spencer preens at your words, enjoying the feel of your touch in his hair. “You’re a liar. I know what I looked like four years ago. Don’t lie.”

“I’m not!” You insist, beaming at him as you poke his cheek. “You were really cute back then. Like a baby.”

He flushes again at both the compliment and the contact, his mind committing the way you say ‘baby’ to memory. He thinks it again and again; baby, baby, baby. 

“I was not a baby,” He tells you, half in jest. “I’m older than you!”

“By a year,” you quip, the sleep deprivation making your head go loopy. “Barely. Doesn’t matter, you’re still baby.”

Spencer scoffs lightly, poking your side. “If I’m a baby, what does that make you? A foetus? A zygote?”

You let out a quiet scream in protest, whacking him over the head with a throw pillow. “Ew, Spencer what the hell?”

He snickers in response, shielding his face with his forearm. “If I’m a baby and you’re younger than me, you must be at an earlier stage of development. So? Which is it, are you a foetus or a zygote? C’mon, angel, you passed eighth grade biology.”

“You’re an ass,” you chastise jokingly, rolling your eyes as you look up at him. Sometime amidst the commotion he must have gotten closer to you. Your noses are almost touching and your breath hitches in your throat. 

He smiles sweetly, his own cheeks warm and flushed with embarrassment as he maintains eye contact. “I thought I was ‘baby’.”

What the hell? Is this really Spencer Reid? Silly, awkward, nerdy little Spencer Reid? This must be a very convincing body suit and an even more convincing voice altering machine because this is not Spencer Reid. You can feel the blood rush to your cheeks and ears so quickly that it’s enough to make you go dizzy. Maybe you’re a lot more sleep deprived than you thought. 

“Are you drunk?” You croak out meekly as he cages you in, his forearms on either side of your head as he leans you against the couch. 

He laughs– he has the actual audacity to laugh– and he shakes his head. “No, angel, I’m not drunk. You know I don’t drink enough to actually get drunk. Besides, I drove here.”

“You drove here,” you repeat, a little dazed from how close he is. “It’s two in the morning.”

“Almost three now but yes,” Spencer agrees, smiling. 

“You hate driving,” you remind him, swallowing the lump in your throat. “Especially at night.”

He hums in agreement. “I do. But I wanted to see you.”

“Oh.”

You kick yourself internally. ‘Oh’? Who the hell says ‘Oh’? This is it. Your life is over. Maybe you should move to another state. Change your name, shave your head, and get a different degree because you’re almost certain that it’s the end of the line for you.

Spencer lets out a soft chuckle. “I missed you.”

“You saw me two days ago?” You say it like a question and you suddenly feel yourself sweating. It definitely got hotter in here. 

He murmurs your name, his fingers grazing the skin of your jaw gently. “I’m so glad I met you.”

“I ran into you four years ago and almost gave myself a concussion,” you say, averting your gaze as you tried to calm yourself down. 

“I’m so glad I met you,” he repeats softly, his nose brushing against your cheek. “Look at me, angel.”

You wet your bottom lip nervously as you look at him, his hazel eyes a little greener in the low light of your apartment. His legs are on either side of your hips and he brushes his thumb against your chin. 

“I want to kiss you,” Spencer says lowly, albeit a little breathlessly, and you can hear hoarseness in his words. “Can I?”

You’re dead. You’re either dead or asleep, that is the only explanation you have for this entire situation. You’re either dead and in heaven or asleep and dreaming. It is that plain and simple.

“What?” You croak out, your nails digging into the skin of your thighs. 

“I know you wanted to do it in a pool but I’m pretty sure your apartment gym is closed now, angel,” Spencer says, stroking your cheeks with his thumbs. “Can I kiss you?”

The only thing you can manage to do is nod, your eyes flickering to his lips for a split second, watching as the corners of his mouth tug upwards. Your brain barely has any time to comprehend the words he said (since when did you say that you wanted to kiss him in the pool?) because in a rush of confidence, Spencer cups your face and presses his lips to yours in a tantalisingly slow kiss. His eyes are closed and his hands are eerily soft, the gentleness in which he holds you reminiscent of one holding porcelain. 

He pulls away after a moment, his cheeks burning and a smile on his face. You can’t even breathe as you just stare at him, lips parted in surprise. What do you even say to that?

“Thank you?” You manage to stutter out, heat creeping up your neck.

He laughs again, breathless and beautiful, as he kisses the side of your face. “You’re welcome.”

Spencer brushes an eyelash from your cheek, beaming at you as he does. “It’s late,” he tells you, getting up from the couch and freeing your limbs. “You should get some rest.”

“Uh huh,” you respond, your head  spinning. “Bye.”

“Bye,” he says back, trying to hold in a laugh. “I’m free next Friday. Do you want to go out?”

“Go out?” You echo, “we always go out.”

“I know.” He smiles at you again as he makes his way to the door. “I meant– you know. We can go out.”

A beat passes and your head is awfully slow, whether from the kiss or from the sleep deprivation, you’re not entirely sure. “We can go out.”

“Great.” He pauses, taking a step towards you before kissing your cheek. “I’ll text you.”

“You’ll–” you gape at him again as he opens your door to leave. “You hate texting.”

He nods, slipping on his shoes. “I also hate driving at night. Your point?”

“Right,” you murmur, more to yourself than anything. “Text me when you get home?”

“Of course I will, angel,” he promises, “get some rest.”

Get some rest? How the hell are you supposed to get some rest after all that? With one last wave, Spencer leaves your apartment, leaving you hoping that this wasn’t just some thing. Maybe this was the very first page of your story– a very embarrassing start to your story. There is one thing for certain though: Spencer is not in love with someone else.

*** 

It’s a Tuesday when Penelope calls you. You had just finished up with a client when your phone begins to ring. 

“Penny!” You gush, unable to stop the smile from stretching onto your face. “I am stupid, I said ‘thank you’? Who the hell says thank you after someone kisses you?”

“Who kissed you?” Penelope asks, and if you weren’t so caught up in your own tangent you would have noticed that she sounded tearful. 

“Spencer did!” You exclaim, slapping a hand to your forehead. “He’s sitting there and he looks amazing and he smells really good and I am stupid.”

“Hold on, hold on,” Penelope says quickly, and you can imagine her waving her fluffy pen around. “He kissed you and you said thank you?”

“Yes.”

“Well that was very polite of you,” she says, trying to sound happy before her voice cracks.

You frown immediately, taking a seat in the wheelie chair in your office. “Penny? Is everything okay? What’s going on?”

“It’s about Spencer,” she says woefully, sniffling. “He wanted me to tell you something. It’s not looking good, honey, but– but he wanted me to give you a message.”

“Penny–” You stop short when you hear Spencer’s voice. It’s a recording from his phone, and you can only really tell because of the crackling audio on the other side of the line.

“Is it on?” Spencer asks before clearing his throat. He sounds breathless, his words breaking off at some parts and you know that it’s not from the bad audio quality. “Hey, angel, it’s me, Spenc– Walter. It’s your Walter. If you’re getting this then something happened and I just wanted you to know that– that I love you. I didn’t get the chance to tell you that before but I do. I love you and I wish it didn’t turn out like this but I am– I am so glad that we had that moment.”

Through the recording you can hear a shuffle, like the sound of a sliding door being opened, along with a quiet, “Prep the victim for transfer,” before the recording cuts out, leaving you with Penelope on the line. 

She calls your name quietly, choking on her words. “Are you okay?”

You hang up. 

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Hi! Could you write some hurt/confort about Emily x reader with them sharing painful secrets and finding out they are not as alone as they thought?

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Requests: open

Word count: 864

Warnings!!: mentions of bullying/ childhood trauma/ child pregnancy

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You’re used to handling difficult cases at the BAU. But the recent case you had handled was different. The unsub was a man who you went to school with in your childhood, it reminded you of those awful times when you were younger. You were so desperate to fit in that you’d do almost anything to appease your classmates. You’d let people take advantage of you, you were bullied, you were struggling so badly and yet nobody seemed to care. This carried on into your adulthood. When you joined the BAU you were terrified of not fitting in with your coworkers. You believed that you weren’t smart enough or strong enough to work there. Like you weren’t worthy of working there.

After the unsub was arrested you had returned to the jet to fly home. The case had really gotten to you, your mind flooded with the awful memories from your childhood.

On the jet you grabbed yourself a bottle of water and sat in the corner seat away from all the others. Emily noticed your hands shaking and how you were avoiding everyone. You knew she’d notice something was wrong though you still desperately tried to hide it from her. She looked to you and her heart broke seeing you like this. The dark haired woman slowly walked over to you, she was careful not to make any sudden movements.

“Hey.” Emily spoke slowly and sat down opposite you where she could see you clearly. “You alright?”

You tried to hold yourself together, and steadied your hands.

She placed her hand on yours. Your heart rate sped up over her comforting action as Emily sighed.

“You don’t have to pretend you’re okay with me yknow?”

You let out a shaky breath.

“I know.”

You brought yourself to look up into her eyes, her beautiful face looked down at you. “Its just the case you know, reminded me of a time when I was younger, I struggled a lot back then.”

“How come?” She asked as she leant closer, you felt a flutter in your chest.

“When I was young I wanted to fit in so badly, I’d do anything to feel normal. Got taken advantage of a lot, bullied a lot too.” You said as you played with the hem of Emily’s jumper.

“I see.” she gave you a sympathetic look and wrapped her arm around you.

“You have us now, we love you here and we all care about you so much. And I understand how you’re feeling, I had a similar experience when I was younger too.”

The mention of love made your heart beat faster, you looked up at her and asked.

“You wanna talk about it? Its nice to know I’m not alone in this.”

She leant fully against you, her thighs pressed against yours and you could smell her sweet perfume and the smell of her shampoo. Your fingers brushed against hers and she held your hand. She always made you feel so safe. She laughed slightly, seeing how nervous you were and rested her head on your shoulder.

“You want to come back to my house tonight? We can talk about it then.”

Your breath hitches. You’ve been to Emily’s before but it’s never like this. “We can order food and watch a movie if you’d like? Sergio misses you.”

You smiled at this and stroked her hand with your thumb. “I’d like that.”

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You and Emily talked all night, you cried a lot and Emily had told you about the time when she was 15 and had gotten pregnant. How she was dismissed from the church and made to feel alienated for something that wasn’t her fault. You felt so safe with her, like she understood you more than anyone in the world.

You ordered pizza and sat by her fireplace, watching tv together.

You were cuddled close under one of her blankets and laid your head against her chest, her heartbeat was so comforting. Sergio was perched on the edge of her sofa purring quietly.

“Thank you.” You whispered under your breath, almost so quiet that she wouldn’t hear it.

Emily looked at you and played with your hair. “For what?”

“This. You make me feel so happy. You really mean so much to me you know?” You looked at her like she was the only person in the world you care about.

You could almost see a faint blush on Emily’s cheeks. Emily tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and leant close, her lips nearly touching yours.

“Can I?”

She whispered softly.

You smiled as you closed the gap between you too. Kissing her was so perfect. It was so comforting yet made you so nervous at the same. It made you feel dizzy.

“You make me happy too” she whispered against you and kissed your cheek. You laid your head back against her chest and smiled. The comforting warmth of Emily and the calming sound of her heartbeat soon sent you to sleep. She didn’t have it in her to wake you up, you looked too cute asleep on her like that. Emily kissed your forehead again before sleeping herself.

[neerons]

hii! would you be able to tell me a little bit about kazuomi's season 5? I don't have the Japanese app but I've been looking forward to it for years and I just saw that it was released <33

Hi nonny!!

I went and translated some moments from the first 7 chapters (a bit) to give you some general details! The translation might be off at times so I didn't include it but rather gave you some key moments and what you can expect to see.

Also I tried not to spoil myself or you too much until the English release for now, so I didn't dig into the lore too deeply since I don't want to ruin the fun of discovering it all once it's available for us, and I hope that's alright ❤

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Kazuomi's Season 5 Synopsis:

Your old company, the EAC, has fallen into the hands of Kazuomi?!

You team up with Zack to take on a new mission. However, something strange seems to be going on at the EAC... Kazuomi has taken over the agent organization, EAC?!

"Who do you think I am? I'm Kazuomi Shido."

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More info under the cut...

Some moments and information (I didn't spoil important info, in case you don't want me to):

You'll see Zack a lot! The story begins with him getting a Cruise in the USA and celebrating that with Kazuomi and MC

Zack will ask MC to go on a mission for him at some point!

On the other hand, Kazuomi will be secretly teaming up with Yuzu to obtain confidential information the government has (I think?), knowing this would make MC his enemy

At some point, as MC looks at Zack and Kazuomi and thinks to herself how they really look like a father and his son, she remembers a man she met who looked just like Kazuomi (probably happened before S5 in the story called "Scandal Darling")

She had learned about that man's name (didn't put it here to not spoil), and how no one can find anything about him, not even the EAC or herself

MC is convinced that this man, who has a striking resemblance to Kazuomi, is his long-lost father!

➡ She ends up talking with Zack at some point and asks him questions about Kazuomi's father. She wanted to know if Zack knew Kazuomi's parents, knew where his father was, if he's still alive or not. However, Zack tells her that he looked into all of his children's past and parents before, but as for Kazuomi, he sadly never found anything. MC doesn't want to tell what she learned to Zack without telling Kazuomi before, but she shares that she met a man she thinks might be his father. Zack is surprised to learn that

He then tells MC it's better to keep this to themselves, since if Kazuomi knew, he would try to uncover the man's identity completely.

MC is surprised to learn that he'd maybe do that, but she then thinks about how Kazuomi was never really fond of talking about his father in the first place.

That's it for the first 7 chapters!! I will personally skip the rest of the story to see what his father looks like if he does have a sprite, but I don't want to spoil myself on the content of the story any more since it could ruin my experience.

I hope you're satisfied with what I managed to gather, and I wish you the best nonny! ❤

[seungsuki]

surprise detective - boarding a train and solving a case with your professor? (f!reader)

warning: murder of a person (if that counts)

note: part three coming soon <33

“holmes, who are these people?”, the man questioned

“the moriarty family’s second son, william, and his adoptive younger brother louis. you can just ignore the lady over there- ow!”, you kicked sherlock under the table when he said that

“fine, fine! she’s [name]. a student of william” sherlock rolled his eyes, almost making you kick him again had your professor not been beside you 

“please excuse my interruption. lestrade of scotland yard, at your service”, the man introduced 

“you are? i have heard so much about you-”

your professor was cut off by an ugly scream of a woman. alerted, you quickly looked back and got up on your feet and sprinted towards the sound. as you reached, a brown haired woman look like she had seen a ghost 

“what’s wrong?’, you asked examining her pale face 

the pale woman explained about hearing a loud sound from the neighbouring compartment ago. she came to see what the matter was before she cut herself off and pointed to the door window. you took it upon yourself and peeked through the window. a dead man with blood splattered everywhere making you want to gag in disgust. 

“oh god you guys do not wanna see the drama behind this door”, you were grossed out, stepping back for sherlock to have a look too 

“it’s locked”, the man from before exclaimed 

“no shit sherlock- no wait that sounded bad”, you realised, choosing to keep quiet 

 “yeah, he’s dead. have a look”, sherlock gestured to your professor who confirmed it to be a murder 

“so, liam, you have nothing to do before we reach london, do you? shall we have a contest to see who can find the culprit first?”, sherlock challenged the blonde man 

“very well. this might be interesting”, william cut off lestrade 

as your professor continued by talking about how complicated the case was, a man appeared behind sherlock with a face of pure shock. his coat was stained with blood and he clenched his right hand to the spot. before any questioning, the transport police arrive at the scene and you soon learnt that he was dr john h. watson. 

you felt a tug on your sleeve that took you a few steps backwards to stand behind louis despite being so invested in the drama. you looked over to see that your professor had pulled you back. of course he did, he always did care about his students wellbeing and this was something that flared your heart even more. you could hear louis whisper to his brother to not interfere with the incident to which william reassured as an innocent life was being tainted with a murder title. 

“i will give it my all to ensure that the moriarty name is not put to shame”, william said 

“then it’s a contest to see who can deliver the culprit first!”, sherlock cheered 

‘this isn’t a game’ the sane people in the room shared the same thought 

“wow this sounds fun! well professor moriarty, i shall not ruin your fun. it was lovely talking to you and i can’t wait to see you again in class!”, you bid trying to leave the stuffy environment 

“woah woah not so fast. you’re in this game too! you think i don't know you? your brother and i are old buddies so i gotta see if his smartness also applies to you. not that it actually did- owh again?!”, sherlock groaned as you elbowed his stomach 

“no thank you! i am not a detective!”, you stated almost taking your leave 

“i think it would be a great learning experience miss [name]. outside of classroom learning can benefit a lot”, william spoke 

“right… like i’m gonna find the theta of the dead body”, you muttered to which louis let out a small chuckle 

“let’s get to work”, sherlock said as he picked the lock to enter the cabin 

“is this the moment where we have to look smart?”, you whispered to no one as you watched the two men stare without moving 

sherlock began his investigation. he concluded that the dead man was a jeweller from london. you didn’t quite give a lot of attention to what he was saying as you were too busy staring at the whisky bottle discarded. where have you seen that?

“a drugged-robbery? then this is not just an ordinary murder??”, lestrade exclaimed 

“unmistakably”, william resting his left hand on his chin 

“isn’t that obvious?”, sherlock added 

“clearer that my future if you ask me”, you commented to the man 

sherlock went on to explain about the shoe prints. to which lestrade raised the question as to how he knew which print belonged to who? sherlock swiftly replied and pointed at william and your shoes 

“look at the shoes of the maths professor and student from durham university”, sherlock pointed out 

“yes. it was raining in durham”, william referred to the mud on both pairs of shoes 

your professor continued talking about how the weather cleared at their stop in yolk. he then picked up the same whisky bottle you were staring at. he continued explaining things you simply tuned out and got up from the scene. quietly you walked out and louis looked at you in confusion 

“figured it out miss [name]?”, louis asked 

“something like that”, you lied and flashed a small smile before leaving 

but you didn’t leave the scene. you stood not too far from the cabin talking to one of the crew members. simple conversations and handshakes now and then taught you many things. you were standing because of your professor. 

© seungsuki 2024-25 -- do not repost, translate, alter, etc on any platform without permission. Any characters used in my work do not belong to me, they are created by their original creator

[ominous-feychild]

✦ Beach Episode Tag ✦

Joining in on these open tags by @the-golden-comet and @jev-urisk!

What would your ocs do in a beach episode? 🌊⛱️ Can they swim? Any activities they would particularly love or hate?

Characters from Sun and Shadow: Freya, Crow, Daleira, Valyarus, Soren, Grimnir

Characters from the Arcane Rifts: Gene, Tazin, Mislav, Ludmila, Rada, Alyona, Ivan Oska, Rieka, Liesel, Nikolai, Damaris

Featuring tAR's characters mid-book 2, respectively aged (listing because there's lots of timeskips throughout the series and Gene literally starts it at 7 years old, so it's uh... very relevant): 15, 17, 17, 17, 16, 19, 24 32, 29, 34, 31, 33

Sun and Shadow

Freya

(assuming it's before SaS begins--) Absolutely loves the ocean! Would create herself a little reading nook under an umbrella and right up against the waves, so the tide would occasionally sweep over her feet (while her chair keeps her and her book(s) comfortably dry)! Might even get a surfboard and try to learn how to surf--I mean she's lived by the ocean for so long! Why hasn't she learned yet? (after SaS has begun--) Terrified of the ocean and stays FAR away from the water. Much more comfortable making sure everyone else's stuff stays dry, thank you very much! Still makes a reading nook under an umbrella, though.

Crow

Has never actually been on the beach despite living their whole life in a port city! Spends at least 10 minutes in a bubble of darkness Daleira made, debating what to do, before finally deciding to enjoy the beach! Turns on their anti-curse charm to turn completely human and walks out from the shade like a boss. Acts like a little kid spending their first day on the beach. Did not listen to Freya, did not put on sunscreen, and ends up with a nasty sunburn! Turns out, even normal humans sunburn! The fuck???

Daleira

Hides under the umbrella with Freya! Was the one to make Crow's darkness bubble (and sassed anyone who questioned the giant bubble of nothingness following behind her on the way there) while they decided what to do. Tries going in the water a few times, but hates how the bubbly waves feel on her skin and fur and abandons the idea pretty quickly. Spends a majority of the time she's not under the umbrella collecting shells! Alsoooooo spends a majority of her time there cursing out the sand. Will (literally, with her magic) completely destroy every single grain of sand from everyone else's bodies before and after they leave. No grain of sand escapes. Not. One.

Valyarus

The asshole who spreads his stuff out obnoxiously far to claim as much space as possible even though it's a public beach. It's debatable whether he's doing it intentionally to piss others off or just because he's just that clueless of common decency. Spends a majority of his time sunbathing and doesn't touch the bajillion things he brought and are actively taking up beach space. Gets in an argument with someone's dad about how disrespectful he's being, but just mocks the man. Gets the cops called when the dad tries to punch him and he instead slammed the dad into the sand, knocking him unconscious. Had a great time!

Soren

Lying dead or unconscious in the sand. (Would've been the dad Valyarus knocked out, but no. He was there long before that. Hope he's okay, though!)

Grimnir

Still has every single bit of his skin covered in one type of clothing or another despite being on the hot beach. Yes, with the leather trenchcoat collar flared, turtleneck sweater, gloves, wide-brimmed hat, and one of his signature masks affixed over his face. At least he's under an umbrella. It is unknown how, but he survives the day without heatstroke. Spent a majority of his time people watching and didn't ever go in the water. Maybe he was there for a case?

The Arcane Rifts

Gene

Puts on an obscene amount of sunscreen because he did a deep-dive research on beaches before they went there. Carries out all of the suggested "beach activities". Forgets to have fun because he obsesses too much over what he "should" be doing. Also hates the feeling of the sand, the sounds of kids screaming, and so many sensory things associated with the beach that aren't commonly discussed. Isn't diagnosed with autism because "it doesn't exist" in Glavnran, so doesn't know about sensory overload and can't accommodate for it. Which is an absolute mood btw, sorry, Gene. Still gets a bad sunburn despite repeatedly putting it on every two hours even AFTER the obscene amount he started with. Screwed over by his genetics again. Dammit. Why can't he just catch a break? Oh, right, because I'm writing him.

Tazin

Spends the first half hour randomly shouting at Gene that he won't put on sunscreen and that he won't burn. Even though Gene dropped it after asking the second time. Bickers with Mislav about this exact thing. Spends a majority of his time trying to set sand on fire, testing the sand-to-fire ratio for it going out, and messing around with the waves. Actually plays in the water, hangs out with Alyona, and enjoys himself! Not that he'll admit it. Only gets a minor sunburn despite never putting on sunscreen. Gene silently seethes.

Mislav

Spends the first half hour anxiously playing with the sand to ignore his body issues and periodically shouting back at Tazin to shut up and that Gene dropped the sunscreen thing a long while ago. Eventually gets reassured by Gene that it's okay, there's nothing wrong with him, and puts on his swimming trunks to go into the water. Despite his previous worries, genuinely enjoys his time at the beach! Didn't put on sunscreen anywhere near as obsessively as Gene, but still put it on. Gets a minor sunburn. Mislav glares at Tazin in his (secret) boyfriend's stead and emphasizes with Gene for his sunburn. Picked out a bunch of pretty shells for him though! Gene appreciates that.

Ludmila

Is convinced by Gene to put on sunscreen every few hours, but spends a majority of her time under the beach umbrella. Hates the heat, and only occasionally goes into the water when urged to by Gene, Mislav, and Rada because it'll cool her down. Won't admit it, but hates that they're right. Despite everything, does enjoy herself because she got to watch everyone else have fun. Guess the "leader" thing never dies, even when you're trying to relax. Only got a very mild sunburn! Still hated the heat. Poor ice mage.

Rada

Doesn't need convincing on the sunscreen thing, because she helped Gene do the research. Figured out how to make a magical timer with rune magic before they got there and sets it to go off every two hours to remind everyone to reapply sunscreen. Only Gene fully listened, though most of the others reapplied at least once. Alternates between walking on the shore, looking for shells, and spending time with Ludmila under the umbrella. Definitely didn't sneak peeks at her two crushes while she didn't think anyone was looking. As such, she also didn't enjoy the sights and nobody had a thing to suspect about her motives for convincing everyone to go to the beach. Didn't get a sunburn. Pities Gene.

This was really fun! I would highly recommend you guys trying it out!

Tagging (with no pressure): @the-letterbox-archives @honeybewrites @yourpenpaldee @darkandstormydolls @themboty + anyone else who wants to join!

This is part 1! Check out part 2!

Divider by @cafekitsune

[luzwastaken]

CAREGIVER NEMONA HEADCANONS BECAUSE THERE ISNT ENOUGH ON THIS WEBSITE !!!! :33

some of these are inspired by other headcanons i've seen for her :)

also sorry if this is a little long i just have so many feeling about her LOL

headcanons mostly for younger regressors :3 (sense i am one lol)

⭐️oh she is so fun ! she'd play any game with you ! think Bandit and Chilli like she doesn't care about making a fool of herself especially if it makes you happy !

⭐️speaking of Bandit and Chilli, Nemona would know all your favorite shows and movies and probably asked Penny to pirate them for her so you can watch them at any time

⭐️SPOILS YOU like so much, makes sure you have all the little gear you want, also, she doesn't like mooching off of her parents but she would if you gave her puppy eyes for a expensive toy

⭐️physical touch is her love language so lots and lots of hugs and cuddles :))

⭐️babies you and praises you so so much

⭐️would carry you and give you piggyback rides as long as she can, it's a great workout for her (as long as it isn't uphill !)

⭐️THE TYPE TO KISS YOUR BOO-BOOS <3 (honestly even if your not regressed too lol)

⭐️thinks it's adorable if you try to count the freckles on her face or shoulders (i hc that she has more freckles than her model shows)

⭐️definitely protective, but not in a bad way (IM LOOKING AT YOU WEIRDOS) she doesn't want you to get hurt or see something you don't wanna, especially when your in little space

⭐️this one has been done but pretend pokemon battles are so real, like with plushies or maybe you being the pokemon yourselves !

⭐️takes you to have cute picnics somewhere quiet, and plays with all of your pokemon together

⭐️if you like she doesn't mind having 'Ar-ben' and 'Pen-pen' over for some fun too :)

⭐️listens to music and would have little karaoke sessions with you

⭐️if you babble at her she would pretend to understand and have a conversation with you, and sometimes copy your babbles back at you

⭐️she's not the best at comforting, but if your having a rough time she'll try her best, she would hold you close if you'd like and say things like "i love you, mi tesoro" and "you're gonna be ok" over and over till you feel better :)

⭐️panics if your regression gets triggered in public, but she'll bring you to a quieter spot if she can to help you out if you need

⭐️she thinks being your caregiver is wonderful, always

⭐️would let you wear her clothes, sense she's pretty tall wearing her big clothes makes you feel tiny and safe

⭐️she takes being your caregiver very seriously, and tries her best to make sure she's the best she can be for you

⭐️SPANISH PET NAMES AHHHH (mi cariño, tesoro, pequeña/o, chiquita/o, amor, corazón, bebé, etc)

⭐️and if you don't know Paldean she would teach you like a parent teaching their kid how to talk LOL

⭐️she loves it when you give her any nicknames too, Nene, Mona, Mama, Sis, etc

⭐️if you'd like she would carry a paci or small comfort item in her bag just in case :)

⭐️if you make a drawing for her she would adore it, and maybe even frame it on her desk with photos of you two and your friends, or stick it on a wall by her desk :))

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(pov: me trying so hard not to write her as the 'perfect' caregiver when she just pretty much is to me 😭😭 like i love her so much guys she's literally perfect 😭😭😭)

i had a hard time coming up with unique headcanons sense the ones people had already done where already so perfect !!!

(don't be surprised if i make a part two one day >:3)

[dxmiyoung]

hello! (pt 2)

hiii everyone it's carly, @jaeyongdx's mun, back at it again for another intro! this time i have ms miyoung, your local empath and very poised and put together cat lady. i'll once again ramble and offer some plot ideas below the cut! i will just plot with anyone for both muses no matter who likes which intro but feel free to like this if you'd like to plot anyway <3 just in case i can reel some of u in with one muse and not the other hehe. fair warning that suicide is a part of miyoung's bg, though nothing graphic is mentioned anywhere, and i'll always tag and use content warnings accordingly! i don't imagine i'll write about it in too much detail, but you never know, and i always prefer to be safe. here is miyoung's about page, and her playlist as a bonus 💗

ABOUT MIYOUNG

she's the baby of her family and they were very kind and normal

her older sister and brother were also both empaths

her oldest sister passed away during childbirth when miyoung was only 7, but at least she got her nephew @dxseoyun out of it

her empathy manifested that same year. it was a lot

her brother always had trouble managing his ability. it was incredibly strong and he was bombarded with everyone's emotions all the time, even across longer distances. medication didn't help enough

( SUICIDE TW ) he took his own life when miyoung was 16. her emotion negation manifested this year, and she used it to Survive

her mother passed by suicide as well, a day before her brother's funeral (/END TW)

this caused miyoung to dedicate herself to studying psychology. she wanted to honor her family and also try to prevent other families from experiencing the tragedies she did

she got several years to heal and find happiness alongside her father, thankfully

he was eventually diagnosed with a fatal kidney disease, though. he was hospitalized within the year and ended up passing away too

she developed her death sense ability about a week before he died. she thought it was anxiety at first but it just Hit Different. and she would feel it for others in the hospital, too, not just her dad

at least it brought her some peace when she lost him

she threw herself into her studies after that - and got a cat, jia, to accompany her

she worked for a while at an assisted living home, and taking calls for a youth mental health hotline while she was in school

she graduated with a masters in clinical social work, and eventually became a licensed therapist wooo 🥳

when she switched to therapy full time she missed working with young people

so she got the certification she needed, and became a counselor for high schoolers in the public school system

she works monday-wednesday at school, and thursday-saturday as a general therapist now

she is a bit of a workaholic. she loves helping others process their emotions but isn't nearly as good at processing her own. she just feels like it isn't that important

PLOT IDEAS

exes, maybe? miyoung has historically only been with men, and they'd have to be around her age (33 currently). i imagine work got in the way if it was recent, or she had too much Other Shit to deal with to fully invest herself in a relationship. there's a lot to work with!

patients. people who need therapy! here she is!

especially interested in getting people from the labs tbh. in my head miyoung has noticed a pattern of memory loss inconsistent with typical trauma-related memory loss and she's honestly very scared of it and i think that would be fun to explore!

if your muse has anyone in their family who goes to hs as well maybe their baby sibling has her as a counselor and gasses her up to them all the time

if u have someone on the younger side, miyoung was answering the youth hotline ~4 years ago and earlier, so if we have any former mentally ill teens! maybe they could've hit her up and meet her in person somewhere and they recognize her voice or smth

i think she goes on walks with jia (her cat). she has one of those cat backpacks for her. so we can definitely plot around that!

she is a coffee shop girlie, so that's always an option too

plots related to her powers outside of work somehow

i'm ngl i'm getting sleepy so let us brainstorm here too 🙏 thank uuu

[wildflowerluver]

HI I LOVE YOUR WORKS AND YOURE AWESOME !!! some of my fav hotch fics ever for real <3

if you’re still looking for ideas for the aaron hurt/comfort idea you posted about i thought i'd try to supply you with inspo ! maybe reader is an anxious overthinker (couldn't be any of us hotch stans wdym) and is feeling really anxious bc they feel like they made a friend mad/upset for some reason bc the friend seemed a little off + hasn't replied to readers messages. so poor reader is just so concerned and scared they did something wrong and on top of that they're tired, stressed, and overall overwhelmed so they just CRYYY and ofc hotch comes along and does his comfort thing and reasons through it with them. and then reader's friend texts them back like hey sorry i was really busy today but yeah! we should definitely go out more, i had a ton of fun today!! bc we need closure here LOL and then reader can cuddle and fall asleep with hotch to get out any lingering anxiety and take care of that sleepiness fr

THIS IS SO LONG IM SORRY MY BRAIN WAS TRYING SO HARD TO COME UP WITH SOMETHING AND IT TRIED A LITTLE TOO HARD I THINK LMAO hopefully this sparks something for you tho ! of course feel free to do what you wish with this, change it around, whatever it may be there's always no pressure !! happy vibes for you <3

(ria!!! thank u for ur request ily <33) fem!reader, anxiety, mentions of past friendship issues, hurt/comfort vibes, 1k words

ʚ♡ɞ

you had a natural tendency to overthink.

every interaction, big or small, seemed to replay in your head for hours. had you said something off? did that person see something strange about you?

you were terrified to tell aaron about your struggles with anxiety and overthinking. it hadn’t gone well in the past several times and you didn’t want aaron to leave too. but, he didn’t. it never even crossed your mind.

aaron collected you in his arms, squeezing you tightly and thanking you for telling him. he asked what you needed from him.

“reassurance,” you spoke tentatively. not once had a previous partner asked how they could help. “and maybe a kiss.”

his laugh was full-body, lips upturning. “i think both of those can definitely be arranged.”

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aaron hadn’t been home a lot recently.

he was away on a case down in texas, then swarmed with meetings and paperwork, another local case, and more paperwork. the absence of him was starting to impact you severely.

just in the way you were open about your anxiety, he was open about his job and the time aspect of it. he called or texted, reassuring (like he promised), that he would be home soon or the timeframe of the case. you just couldn’t help your intrusive thoughts from creeping up. 

you tried to fill his absence in a productive way, maximizing the time you had outside of work by reaching out to some friends to hang out. your friend B and you set up a lunch date. she was a close friend and you knew being in her company would help your mood.

usually when you’re with her, time seems to go by fast and conversation flows easily. this time was the opposite. you had met for lunch downtown and expected it to be like it always was. instead, it felt so forced it was almost uncomfortable. naturally, your brain had drifted into believing it was something you had said.

you were on autopilot going home, brain reeling at lunch. you wanted aaron. he always knew what to say or do and was your number one comfort. but he wasn’t here. 

you trudged into the house, haphazardly dropping your bag. you sat in front of the fireplace, it wasn’t warm but in your mind it was. 

it was the first time in weeks you felt like you had a moment to stop. 

the tears came hot and fast.

you buried your head in your knees, arms wrapping around your legs as your body shook. everything felt wrong and you were so terrified you had hurt B.

you were exhausted. 

the back door open and closed. you hardly took notice. your head was pounding.

“honey!” aaron’s voice rang through the home. “i’m home!”

his voice only made you cry harder, though you kept your sobs muffled by the fabric of your pants. it was early, he shouldn’t be home yet. why was he home?

“honey?” he called again. “i got off early today, sent the entire team home early too. figured we all-”

he stopped dead in his tracks when he entered the living room and his eyes fell on you. “oh, honey.”

in an instant, aaron was kneeling down at your side. the second his hand touched your back, you broke. you threw your body into him, needing to feel him close. he held you while you cried, hand rubbing up your back. he didn’t shush you or help you calm down just yet. you just needed to cry.

after a few minutes aaron pulled back, hands reaching up to cup your face. he thumbed away a few stray tears that continued to roll. 

“what’s hurting you?”

you took a deep breath before explaining. it was always easy with aaron to be honest. you rambled about his absence, how you missed him, how work had been a little tough lately, lunch with B, how you feel like you said or did something that made it feel off. everything.

though aaron had sat back on the carpet, your hands remained interlocked. he squeezed them occasionally throughout your words.

he collected you in his arms when you finished. “i’m so sorry about being away. i shouldn’t be going anywhere for awhile. i’m sure B is okay. you didn’t say anything off. maybe she was just having a bad day.”

your phone dinged on the table.

aaron picked it up, features softening at the text. perfect timing.

‘hey! so sorry if i seemed a little off at lunch today - work has just been super crazy and i got an email right before about a deadline being pushed up so i was distracted. it was still so so nice to get together, we should definitely do it again sometime soon!!’

he showed you the text B just sent. his hand fell to the small of your back again, finding the patch of exposed skin and leaving his hand there. 

B’s text eased your anxiety. you didn’t do anything wrong. she was just having an off day.

“do you feel better? about B at least?”

you hummed. “a little, yeah.”

you slumped into aaron’s side. “can we go lay down for a little?”

he kissed your cheek. “absolutely.” 

aaron guided you upstairs, stopping though to put his work things away though he motioned for you to head into the bedroom to get settled.

you kept the lights in the room off before crawling into bed. physical and mental exhaustion was clouding your brain.  

aaron padded in a few seconds after you, quickly changing out of his work clothes and into soft sweatpants and a shirt. he stopped at the edge of the bed, eyes peering down at you.

“how are we doing this tonight?” he motioned toward the bed with his hand.

“can you just hold me?”

he smiled softly. “of course honey.”

aaron slid under the covers beside you. he raised one arm, an open invitation for you to curl up. you did, sliding over and tangling your legs with his. he, in turn, tucked you under his chin and brought his arms to cocoon around you.

“it’s gonna be okay, i promise.”

he sealed his words with a strong kiss to the crown of your head. 

somehow you knew it would.

[alabasterpickles]

hi i sent an ask about persephone and hades a lil while ago!! heres some questions i had :3

1. how did they officially meet?

2. what were pain and panics first impressions of persephone?

3. persephone looks older then some of the other gods (like hera and aphrodite) is she older then them? i really like that you gave her some wrinkles :]

4. any issues that come up in p/h's relationship? like goals, little pet peeves, etc

5. how angry has persephone seen hades get? and vice versa, how angry has hades seen persephone get?

- 🖋️

Hey!! Glad to have you back!!

1. I have this idea that their meeting is almost entirely by chance, in the series he loathes spring and tries to sabotage it and I really want to channel that energy into my funny little AU (which actually takes place post film) 😂 It’s during Spring that he officially runs into he, she’s just doing her Cthonic goddess thing and Hades is up top causing problems as per usual, when he sees her manifesting apricots on a tree, aaand obviously an unattended goddess is fair game! Sidenote but I like to think Eros is the one that gives him the low-down on who she is, kind of encourages him to make a move, mostly because it’s a welcome distraction and keeps him out of his hair.

2. They were extremely weary of her at first, the assumption was that anybody Hades brought home wasn’t going to be nice to them. Once they realize that’s not the case she pretty much becomes their favorite person.

3. Thank you!! I have gotten this question a lot! I like to think of Hades being somewhere in his early to mid-forties, and it just felt right to put Persephone somewhere in her thirties (leaning toward 33-34). I imagine her being quite stressed and possibly overworked most of the time, which has imbued in her a kind of maturity that makes her age difficult to peg on face value. Since I’m working with Disney logic rather than historical accuracy, I figured that was an appropriate age! I wanted her to be young enough that she found Hades’ idiosyncrasies endearing rather than immature, but still old enough that she wouldn’t be intimidated or put off by his outbursts. I don’t envision her being older than either of them, no, actually the opposite! But her job is much more “hands on” which I think makes her appear a little more weathered, if that makes sense?

4. Oh this is a fun one!! *rubs hands together evily* So naturally there’s issues because they are so different from one another! On one hand, I imagine Hades’ impulsive and impatient nature (along with the way he tends to take his frustration out on his poor minions) is a point of contention between the two of them. My Persephone’s personality is very dry, deliberate, even tempered and easy-going. She’s not easily irked, but I imagine when she is pushed into a corner her temper can be pretty ferocious. My mom always likes to say that spring “comes in like a Lion and goes out like a lamb” 😂 which is a very fitting description of this Persy! She doesn’t necessarily agree with Hades’ initial style of management, which obviously softens up over time as their relationship progresses. When it comes to goals! Persephone loves her solitude and independence, she’s a free spirit and the idea of being tied down bothers her. She doesn’t prefer the company of the Olympians and she finds their social politics/drama incredibly draining so I think the one major issue she would go into that relationship having is this fear of losing her autonomy and being trapped in an exhausting relationship. She waffles a little in the beginning, not quite committing to her feelings for him because she likes not having to be beholden to anyone. Hades’ goals I imagine change once he prioritizes her company. I think he’d be willing to give up his desire to overthrow Olympus to keep her around, so I definitely don’t think there’s much holding him back from being with her. After his massive blunder in the film, he has nothing to lose and everything to gain. Although I see them changing perspectives on eachother’s stations and therefore developing a deep respect for one another, I do think Persephone’s holistic lifestyle would get on Hades’ nerves in the beginning, and vice versa. They manage to find a balance that works for both of them. I also think Persephone would initially find him a little dishonest and pushy which would drive her crazy, as well as the way he picks on Pain and Panic. He doesn’t have an off-button either which she’d have to get used to. In the end though, they’re both the black sheep of the Pantheon and they find comfort, solace and understanding in one another. ❤️

5. Hades’ fuse is so short it’s practically nonexistent, so I imagine Persephone has seen him get angry a lot, but in my head I like to believe the angriest she’s every seen him was when he was coming to her defense against her mom (which is a sort of long story I’ll save for another time!). I think it’s the first time she feels it’s genuine, not simply an overreaction or irritation, but like actualrage. For Persephone, since her buttons are so hard to push, he’s probably only seen her truly angry a couple of times. I envision her being seriously unreasonable when she gets to that point though, and it takes her a while to cool off. I don’t have a specific event in mind for this (yet!) but I think one of the times she’s been absolutely livid is when he first draws up the agreement with Demeter to keep her for half the year in the Underworld. She hates the idea of feeling like someone has more control over her life than she does!

I hope that answers your questions!

[bratanimus]

33. you are such a nerd

@khaleesa, thank you for this awesome prompt! It was a lot of fun to write. And thanks to the lovely @pipergirl17 for betaing! I hope to work on the other prompts in my Ask box soon.

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Hoard

Eddie sprawled on his stomach across Chrissy’s white eyelet comforter and peered over the edge of the bed, like the invisible Bilbo peeping at Smaug. All around herself, his girlfriend (someday he would stop italicizing that word in his mind, but today was not that day) had spread a veritable dragon’s hoard of paper, folders, notebooks, flashcards, pencil cases, and pens of all colors on the pink shag carpet. 

Sitting cross-legged in her running sweats, framed in a patch of afternoon sunlight, Chrissy looked luminous as she carefully pried open the lid of a box of new pencils as if it were a treasure chest.

“Tell me again,” Eddie said.

He pushed up the long sleeves of his T-shirt and rested his chin on the heels of both hands in what he hoped was a coquettish and distracting manner, his jean-clad legs bent and kicking his socked feet behind him like he was at an honest-to-god Annette Funicello pajama party. 

“Why are you doing this, exactly?”

Chrissy gave him the briefest of eye rolls, because she’d already started to explain on their way upstairs…though she’d been interrupted when they’d passed the Cunningham household’s actual dragon, who’d bellowed after them, “Door stays open!” Eddie could almost feel the mistrust billowing like acrid steam from Laura’s sewing room. Well, the old reptile would get used to him sooner or later. Or not. 

“Make fun all you want,” Chrissy huffed (oh, she was cute when she was miffed at him, and maybe he shouldn’t rile her up, but he was a dumbass still getting used to having her undivided attention, so sue him if he occasionally resorted to his old habits of poking and prodding and other sorts of ill-advised provocation, and anyway, she didn’t seem to mind). “But it’s the end of spring break.”

With that, Chrissy pinned him with a friendly glare, as if a reminder of the calendar date should’ve made everything crystal clear. 

Smirk (and dimples) still firmly in place, she broke the eraser off one of those brand new pencils, an unexpected act of violence that made Eddie’s eyebrows shoot upward. She tossed the nub into the flowery little trash can under her desk. Then she grabbed a fat, pink, arrowhead-shaped cap eraser from a pile of them and twisted it onto the top of the pencil. 

“Ah, I see,” said Eddie, not seeing at all. 

Chrissy only laughed at his confused expression, so he lay flat on his chest, chin on the bed’s edge, letting his arms dangle so he could fiddle with the felt tip pens scattered on the carpet. He stole a glance at Chrissy and pondered why one eraser might be somehow inherently better than another, so much so that she had to amputate and reattach, like some nerdy bookworm version of Mary Shelley.

“School starts back in a couple of days, right?” Chrissy went on as she attacked the next pencil.

“Uh-huh.” 

Eddie shoved aside her big green binder and slid his fingertips along the pens as he lined them up, orange and purple and red and blue—

Bonk! Another brand new nub landed in the trash can, and another cap eraser got reamed by a wooden writing instrument.

“I always reorganize my school supplies after fall break, Christmas break, and spring break. It helps me stay focused.”

“Mmm-hmm,” he bullshitted, as if he had any idea about systems for focusing.

He arranged the pens according to the colors of the rainbow, remembering Roy G. Biv, the acronym his seventh grade art teacher had taught for the progression of colors. But Chrissy owned way more than the seven basic shades here. There were at least two dozen. Did she carry these to school every day in a pencil case, a small treasure trove in her pink backpack?

“I love school supplies,” she gushed, continuing her mutilation of the pristine set of Ticonderogas, popping off a dozen heads one by one and replacing them with bloated Frankenstein ones.

He knew she had a thing about control, and Eddie had seen her do her fair share of feverish erasing in the two classes they shared this year. But were twelve cap erasers really necessary?

Messing with the felt tips on the floor, he must’ve asked that last bit out loud, because Chrissy said tightly, “Oh, you know. Just in case I need to correct a lot.”

Oops. He’d touched a nerve. He needed a distraction.

“I bet you pack five extra pairs of underwear for every overnight trip,” he mused, “just in case you have a blowout.”

“Ew!” she squealed.

An eraser nub hit him square between the eyes, which made him flinch and blink. 

“Seriously, Eddie.  Are blowouts something I should worry about?”

“Oh, I dunno. Hang around with me long enough—”

A larger arrowhead eraser smacked him on the cheek. He caught it before it fell off the bed, stuck it on his pinky, and made it speak over Chrissy’s giggles.

“Look, lady,” he Muppet-squeaked, “you have an eraser problem. And possibly an underwear problem. You need help!”

Chrissy pointed to his pinky. “Speak not to me, nor my Trapper Keeper, ever again. You’re just jealous of my loot.” 

“I have absolutely no use for dragon-guarded treasures,” Eddie murmured, quoting Tolkien as he slipped the eraser from his pinky and laid it reverently in Chrissy’s outstretched hand, “and the whole lot could stay here for ever, if only I could wake up and find this beastly tunnel was my own front-hall at home.”

Watching him, Chrissy’s eyes glimmered, prettier than any gemstones. His cheeks warmed. 

It was something to be looked at by her, wasn’t it? To be admired? He dropped his gaze back down to the pens he was arranging and hoped his face wasn’t too red.

“That’s it.” The words were barely a breath.

Eddie’s gaze rose again to find Chrissy staring down at her hoard of loot, hands upturned helplessly on her knees, the arrowhead eraser still in the center of her palm like the One Ring.

He tried to match her hushed tone. “What?”

“That’s how I feel. All the time. This house. All my things. It’s just…stuff.”

And she had no other home but this beastly one.

Eddie's heart pinched.

“Come up here,” he said.

She did, lying on her stomach next to him, chin resting on her folded arms as she watched him arrange the felt tips into different configurations with one hand. Gravity made his veins bulge a little; they looked knobbly and greenish-blue in the bright light from her window. His hand could almost be a pale dragon skittering over its mountain of treasure.

He didn’t know what to say, because he couldn’t say what he wanted to.

Come away with me. Let me be your treasure. You are already mine.

Leaning into her with one shoulder, he reached awkwardly into his front pocket and scrounged for the ever-present handful of mismatched polyhedral die, which he tossed to the floor, a field of shimmering stars around what he’d written across the landscape of her Pepto-Bismol carpet.

“Wait.” Chrissy’s head lifted from her forearms. She blew her bangs out of her eyes. “Does that say—”

It did indeed. Eddie had arranged her plethora of pens to read 

NERD

“You are such a nerd,” he whispered, creasing his brow and dipping his chin for emphasis. He wondered if she could somehow read on his face what he was really thinking.

Chrissy looked back at him and smiled like he’d just placed a crown on her head. He swallowed. Maybe she could read his thoughts. Eddie tucked her lovely smile away into his own mental hoard, for safekeeping.

“Takes one to know one,” she said, cutting the inhalation for his retort short with a kiss.

He nodded his fervent agreement until her widening grin made further kissing more difficult, but not impossible.

The eraser lay forgotten on the floor with the rest of the hoard. 

[pollard-zero]

@idlenight + @autumnfangirler FUN FACT !!! we made that post........... and then immediately had to go run around for a few hours BUT OKAY. we're back and ready to talk abt our guys

(teenage girl talking abt her celebrity crush at a sleepover voice) okay so honestly the main one on our mind rn is melrose (no last name) (I don't remember if other important characters who are human have one) (we'll make one up later if we need to I guess) who is from the incubus series by sonnet009games (rated 18+ for explicit + unavoidable sexual content !!) who we can't stop thinking abt bc we're OBSESSED w the progression that's going on w their incubus situationship (who btw only started being a hookup w melrose as his "last resort" to avoid starving to death ??? but like.... Things Are Progressing fr.....) (last ep they both actually almost died like. For Realsies. like it was Dire !!!! and then flea ?? helped bandage their wounds ?? and didn't want to feed off them to heal his own bc he was worried abt how injured they were ??? hello ???? I am Throwing Up !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) and there's also the complication that melrose is totally in love with another guy ted (who doesn't feel the same as far as we know and is happily married) and flea fucking Got On Their Case abt it and called them pathetic but then when ted showed up at the end of the last ep flea gets mad if u don't introduce him and tells ted that he's "kind of a fixture around here these days" like are you JEALOUS ??????? shut up !!!!!!!

and then there's our "preacher" cassidy who is our mc for larkin (by larkingame obvs) bc we've been talking abt them a lot w cryptid after finding out that she also plays who btw their entire fucking thing is being a vampire hunter ??? who was raised in a cult of vampire hunters ??? and also now is fucking. pretending to be a preacher to lay low from The single biggest name in vampire hunting (the guild that basically runs the entire thing) ???? which is !!! insane !!! and we've been totally haunted abt who could have possibly put the bounty out for cassidy + wyatt (their father figure who is the son of the literal leader of the cult that raised them) (it's literally 10k for preacher alive !!!!!! and 5k if dead which is still a decent amount !!!!! who is paying this !!!!!) but also abt the fact that we're So super impatient to see what becomes of them and ace (their ex from california who they literally said they wouldn't be surprised if he put out the bounty bc of what they'd done to him ??? so like. bestie !!! what did u fucking DO !!!!) BUT DOUBLE ALSO we keep thinking abt them being friends w cryptid's girl winona bc they both suck (affectionate) so bad and are the worst cult members (not paying attention during any of the sermons at all) <33

and THEN on top of those two we've also been talking to jules a bunch abt friday (as an extension of talking abt rainn and M from apt502-if) who really isn't anything special besides just being a sweetheart and the love of my life but also we're super stuck on thinking abt their rivalry w mason bc like. literally imagine dating someone in college and being so in love and pursuing the same field (being a teacher) and then you break up (it's mutual! it's fine! you're just not on the same page abt what you want out of life rn!) and you each move back to a different state.... AND THEN. THEY SHOW UP IN THE SAME CITY YOU LIVE IN ??? LITERAL NEW YORK CITY ??? DESPITE THEM VERY MUCH /NOT/ WANTING TO LIVE IN A HUGE SCARY CITY ??? AND OUT OF EVERY SCHOOL IN THE CITY THEY'RE WORKING AT THE ONE /YOU/ WORK AT ??? nah bc like..... on one hand. how fucking dare u. but on the other hand ??? at what point is it fate !!!! esp since they are Newly Single !!!!! also we just decided rn that I think we're gonna make friday be from minnesota bc I really want them to have that stereotypical accent just bc it's cute <3 literally please think of the country mouse and the city mouse. that's how they are w both rainn and mason tbh. but they're gonna be such a good teacher !!!!! u know those kids are picking from a treasure trove of stickers and fidget toys and desk pets when they're being good

besides them we've mostly been trying to pin down names for the endlessly-growing number of kids who don't have them so that we can get them listed and tagged to free up our 680+ drafted posts but . uh. that's. not going great honestly BUT SOME HAVE LAST NAMES NOW...... which is a start (and honestly it's not like most of these games have ever gotten past the initial demo so like Who Cares but also I need to name them........)

also pulp I'm obsessed w u !!!!!!!!! that is so sweet iluuu we literally almost just posted a bunch of facts we made up abt ocs we don't think abt as much out of the blue earlier and then we were like no....... we don't want 2 bug the people....... but like 😏 actually maybe we Will bug the people then

[nin-twst]

Yu and the Three Mers - Part 2

Part 2 - Jade - Returning to the Mostro Lounge, Yu prepares a meal for the Octavinelle trio with Jade's help.

A/N: alksdhfjaklsdfj this was supposed to be done by the 20th but finals got to me,,,,, i gotta go speedrun azul's part if i wanna finish by the end of may see ya soon 🫡

have fun <33

When they got back to the Mostro Lounge, only Jade was there to witness her unfortunate, exhausted state as she got tossed around by Floyd. Apparently she was “the perfect size for tossing”— whatever that meant. 

At least she wasn’t being squeezed?

Jade simply watched on as he cleaned glasses behind the bar, her work that she had left earlier in a neat pile next to him. If she was in any other mood, she would have been worried about whatever information Jade stole from it— which should be none, considering it was not in a language he shouldn’t understand— but she just swam with Floyd and was being swung around like a ragdoll. Yu was way too tired to care about the potential consequences. 

“I’m hungry and tired now,” Floyd complained, flopping down in one of the booths. 

Yu, who had been left lying on the floor after a failed catch, groaned as she sat up, rubbing the areas that hit the floor. “If you let me go earlier the food would have been done by now.”

“But then who am I supposed to play with?”

“It’s food or play. I can’t do both at the same time.”

A soft chuckle interrupted their argument before they even began. Jade smiled from his spot behind the bar, away from the chaos. “Oh, my. The prefect is cooking for us tonight?”

She waved her hand in his brother’s general direction. “Floyd wouldn’t shut up. Can I borrow the kitchen and some ingredients?”

“Fu fu, of course. I happened to acquire some new ingredients just the other day. Perhaps you can put them to use.”

New ingredients? Ah. She remembered that he had left a couple of days ago for a club trip, whatever that meant. If it was something fresh from the mountains, she might be able to make something decent for the fish mafia. 

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That… was a lot of mushrooms.

Yu scanned the table full of fungi, her eyebrows scrunching in concern. While she was grateful for the fresh ingredients…

“Do you have…” she poked at one of the mushroom caps that was about to fall off of the table. “…any other ingredients?”

“Why of course,” Jade hummed, a smile on his face. “Just let me know what else you need.”

Yu slowly blinked, looking between Jade and the pile of mushrooms. “…Right.”

Not wanting to waste any more time, she started picking out suitable ingredients for the dish she had in mind. Button, King Oyster, Portobello… Even Shiitakes? Wow. What kind of mountains exist behind the school? She might bite the bullet and go on a trip with Jade to see what else she could find back there. If there was such a wide variety of mushrooms, what other plants could she find? It would definitely save her some work.

As she continued to gather the appropriate mushrooms, she listed other ingredients she needed out loud, Jade going to retrieve them after she had finished listing everything. Stuffed mushrooms would probably be the best bet with what she had available. While she wasn’t entirely sure about the Octavinelle trio’s preference of food, she couldn’t let these precious finds go to waste. At least she had plenty of mushroom caps to experiment with. 

By the time Jade had come back with the requested ingredients, Yu had started washing and cutting the mushrooms, choosing a mixture of portobellos and creminis to create her appetizers. A couple of shiitakes were put to the side just in case. She internally grimaced. Hopefully she could pull this off. 

Damn, there really were a lot of mushrooms…

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With Jade as her handy sous chef, the meal was finished in no time. The starting appetizer of stuffed mushrooms was pretty easy, but the main entreé was where things took a turn. Not necessarily for the worst, but it could have definitely gone better.

Cooking, to Yu, was an art. (There was a reason why she was so bad at baking…) As such, it shouldn’t be a surprise that she followed recipes very… liberally. 

“Flip it,” Yu commented, eyes on her cutting board and clearly not towards the meat frying on the pan Jade had been assigned.

“It hasn’t been five minutes yet,” he hummed, still following her command. 

“Yeah, yeah. I meant five-ish minutes.”

“Ish? How much is ‘ish’? What window of time does it represent?”

Yu shrugged, washing her hands to move on to the next step. “I dunno. It’s just a feeling.”

“A feeling?”

“Yeah.” She washed the rice and put it in the rice cooker. How much rice could three merpeople and a human eat? “Flip it one more time.”

The meat sizzled as it was flipped. “Did you not already complete this side?”

“Sure, I guess- Oh, wait. Take it out now and start the next one.”

She felt the questions burning on the tip of his tongue, but instead the kitchen was filled with sizzles from the new slab of meat placed on the pan. 

“Shall we switch tasks then?” Jade watched the pan intensely, seemingly trying to figure out what the “feeling” was. “It seems your abilities outperform mine in this matter.”

“Nah.” Gathered in front of her were ingredients for the sauce, a big bowl in the center of the mess. “This one’s even worse. Just flip when I say flip.”

Instead of arguing, he just chuckled and complied with her command. “Of course, head chef.”

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“...I smell mushrooms.” Floyd draped his body over Yu’s shoulders as she attempted to set the table. 

Yu rolled her eyes, setting down the last plate on the table as Jade prepared some drinks for the night. “I’m not going to waste your brother’s efforts. These can get really expensive, you know.”

He whined, leaning more of his body weight onto her. “Nooo… Why’d ya hafta make food with those things?! Now there’s nothing to eat!”

“Is something wrong with the food?” Azul had entered the room at that moment, moving closer to the table to inspect the food. 

“Oh, you know how dramatic my brother can get.” Jade appeared with drinks in hand. “It’s about time we start dining, shall we?”

Azul went to his seat, still squinting in suspicion. While he knew of Floyd and his eccentric personality, there was only one time where their thoughts aligned on the opposite side of Jade’s. Yu had to wonder how many mushrooms Jade had forced them to eat to have such a visceral reaction to the ingredient. While she knows how strong they can get, mushrooms weren’t that bad. It’s an opinion of personal preference, yet the two mers looked as if poison was set on their plate. During her small taste tests, the ingredients didn’t seem that different from her world’s, so it shouldn’t be a problem with taste. Maybe they just had too many at once?

“I am quite excited to see what the prefect’s cooking skills are like,” Jade eyed the plate in front of him with glistening curiosity. “Shall we dig in?”

Yu shrugged. “Don’t set your expectations too high. I’m sure you guys have had better food.”

With that, the two of them dug in. Floyd and Jade poked their food cautiously, separating anything that was clearly a mushroom from the rest of the dish. 

Floyd pouted. “There are mushrooms…”

Yu rolled her eyes. “Just eat. I’m not sure what Jade has made you guys eat, but it’s not bad. Promise.”

“Do you have…” Azul grimaced as he pushed away the stuffed mushroom as far as he could. “…anything else prepared?”

Oh my fucking god, these children- Yu shook her head to clear her thoughts. Stay positive, Yu. Positive thoughts only… 

“Look,” Yu took another bite before continuing. “If you can at least eat one of the mushroom dishes, I’ll go make something else without mushrooms. I don’t want to waste food if it can be avoided, okay?”

Floyd sunk further into his chair, aggressively stabbing the stuffed mushroom on his plate. “You better keep your promise, Shrimpy-”

He shoved it into his mouth, seemingly wanting to swallow it whole before he paused. His jaw started moving up and down, and the food was soon down his throat. 

Azul stared at him in anticipation, as if he just used Floyd as a poison tester. “Are you okay?”

In lieu of answering, the eel sat up, shoveling food in his mouth. Azul only looked on in horror. Was it some sort of mind-controlling poison? Should he really go through with this deal? If it was strong enough to affect Floyd, maybe it can help him get past the first bite…

Steeling himself, the octopus shut his eyes and mirrored Floyd’s previous actions, taking a little more effort to stuff the whole thing into his mouth.

His eyes snapped open in surprise as the flavor exploded in his mouth. It was…

“Good,” Azul went back to his plate, finally starting to eat his food. “This is delicious?”

“Why is it a question?” Yu muttered under her breath. “I wouldn’t make things people won’t eat.”

Dinner ended swiftly after the complainers started digging in. With how fast their plates were cleared, Yu wondered if they were somehow starving themselves. They worked at a restaurant, so that probably wasn’t it. 

Damn teenagers and their fast metabolism.

What she wouldn’t give to be one again.

Oh wait.

Azul cleared his throat, gently wiping his mouth. “Thank you for the meal, Prefect.”

Yu only snorted at his attempt to appear composed after the whole mushroom debacle. “Yeah, yeah. I can’t imagine what kind of mushrooms Jade fed you for you guys to act like that.”

Floyd flopped on her lap. “It must be the Shrimpy’s magic! They can make anything yummy!”

She just patted his head, refraining from making any unnecessary comments. She was 99% sure it was because Jade just stuffed mushrooms down their throats, but she wasn’t going to say anything without solid evidence. She wondered what other land ingredients they weren’t utilizing correctly…

Hm. Not her problem.

“Shrimpy~~!” A sudden finger poking her cheek brought her back to reality. “Hello? You in there?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m…” Her eyes landed on the clock, finally noticing how late it was. “Uh oh.”

Shit. Ace was totally going to make her pay double for babysitting Grim overnight. There’s no way she could go pick him up from Heartslabyul now. 

“Oh my,” Jade wiped his mouth as he gently set down his utensils. “It has gotten quite late.”

‘Eh? Shrimpy can stay here then!”

“Absolutely not,” Yu stated firmly. “I don’t have the funds for that. I’ll go back to Ramshackle-”

“Nonsense,” Jade smiled, his eyes giving off a mischievous glint she usually sees on Floyd. “You have made us a meal; it’s only fair to provide accommodations for the night in return.”

With that, the twins turned to Azul, who only blinked at the sudden attention.

Azul just sighed. “Fine. I suppose you make a good point.”

[tmos-time]

hi, I've always loved your erisol work!!! You have such a lovely way of drawing a softer Eridan, and I love how you draw Sollux's flicked out hair!

I saw a post where you mentioned voidrot, could you please explain it, or possibly link to the information?

I imagine it was explained in the games, but whooo boy (please imagine me leaning against a wooden saloon bar) that is igniting some motivation for writing some erisol that I haven't had in a long time, if it is what I can only assume from your beautiful artwork it might be 8D

AWWW this is so sweet of you to say anon <33 or should i say (and please imagine me cleaning out a saloon glass with a rag) a mighty fine thing for you to say anon LOL

you are right that its in the games; it's mentioned in (kuprum and) folykl's friendsim route!

--Now that you’re closer, you notice that Folykl doesn’t actually have eyes. It looks both creepy and painful. [...] KUPRUM: >LOL KUPRUM: >goddamn idiot doesnt know a case of voidrot when they see it KUPRUM: >have you never met a goldblood before FOLYKL: voidrot means     my body doesn’t    retain energy like it’s    supposed to  FOLYKL: just look it up    on goregle FOLYKL: it means     i’m dying    constantly          all the time

and to be honest, besides the added bit that folykl saps psionic energy, i don't believe anything else has been said on this! for me, this was mainly a confirmation that blind sollux is supposed to have physically lost his eyes after the infamous murderstuck duel; it could turn out that voidrot occurs any time a psionics eyes go out, or it could be a different situation entirely in sollux's case, but its clear that folykl is tied very close to sollux in how she's been made to flesh out the gold caste worldbuilding. i mean, fuck, look at her concept art, that is the most "this is just sollux again" troll i have ever seen LOL. if she physically has no eyes, its a pretty solid case that sollux is intended to physically not have eyes while blind too

regardless; i like sticking to my guns and like to headcanon that a blinded sollux is not necessarily a sollux with voidrot; i think he has to keep a balance on regulating his power usage to not get psionic build up or psionic burn out, and if he burns out he can't see until his body naturally builds up his energy stock again. i think it just fits nicer! makes him going half blind feel a lot more easy to wrap around for my head at least; for ME, i'd think you'd expect sollux's dead eye to be a lot brighter if its just ghost eye light letting him sort of see again not being held in a physical eyeball, instead of his eyeball just suddenly coming back lol

either way; its fun worldbuilding to play with! it gives sollux a bit of a natural re-balancing to how damn powerful he is as a psionic if he really has to watch to not injure himself as much as any physical weight lifter

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HIHI UM BEFORE I MAKE ANY DT POSTS here’s all of the commentary i had from doing the post-ew quests a few months ago :’>!!! JUST FOR CHRONOLOGICAL CONSISTENCY IN MY LIVEBLOG TAG….. THESE PATCHES WEREN’T MY FAVORITE BUT I HAD FUN 💛💛💛

I LOVE ZERO I LIKE HER SO MUCH AND SHE IS SO APLATONIC TO ME. 💛✨💛✨💛 even though they go the ‘ooo realizing the meaning of friendship~~’ route with her — she’s apl. i believe this in my heart. <33 (the line where a kid goes “you don’t know what a friend is???” and she goes “what. you Do?” <333)

this game honestly does fanservice so rarely that when the es.tinien working out scene came up i was likeWHAT????????????? . i feel like i dodged a bullet that they decided to do this with him instead of th.ancred or something because it would’ve been so over for me.

i enjoyed the ru.bicante and bar.bariccia fights a lot >:D!!!! ESPECIALLY THE LATTER I THOUGHT HER MECHANICS WERE REALLY FUN AND CHALLENGING, IT WAS THE FIRST TIME I HAD TO LOOK UP A VIDEO GUIDE BECAUSE THE TEXT ONES WERE TOO COMPLICATED HFNSKN. <33

^*WHO* GAVE HIM PERMISSION TO SAY THIS STUPID GAY SENTIMENTAL LINE. I WAS *NOT* PREPARED FOR HIM TO GIVE THAT ANSWER I WAS SO WHFKZHKEJFKD ??????!!?!/!/? !!!!!!!!!!

^AND THIS PART OF HIS CODEX ENTRY. OW!!!!!!!!!!!

THFNE QUESTS ON THE FIRST. AA HHHHHHHH .WAA AAHHHHH. WAAAAH (<-shadow.bringers fan.) so emotional about it. seeing everyone doing well and being excited to see me and talking about my friends and cheering us on :’). weh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AND THE R.YNE AND ZERO MOMENTS. AAHH TvT <333!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

^THIS EXCHANGE. I COULD CRYYYYYY SHE’S SO CUTE. MY DAUGHTER. EHEHFKNWMW <333

i liked gol.bez’s story.. and v.rtra and az.daja were so sweet i felt for them. waugh. </3 void quests good!!!!!!

GAIA SHOWING UP MADE ME SMILE TOO. I ASSUME SHE’S ONLY THERE IF YOU’VE DONE THE EDEN RAIDS…?? IN WHICH CASE, YAY. I LOVE U EDEN <3 ^^

kr.ile’s pictomancer outfit is SOOO CUTE. I LOVE HER AND AM SO GLAD SHE’S GETTING STORY FOCUS. (and hashtag ff.vi win, relm mention) <3333

the themes raha represents touch me more than any other character and whenever she turns towards me to say something one-on-one i’m immediately like Okkkk you’re about to try to make me cry. okay. sure. thankyou. 💛

THAN & URI BEING MYSTERIOUS WHILE ALSO GOING TO THE SAME DESTINATION IS SO. HELP. because rudy would ABSOLUTELY ask if he could invite them along or at the VERY LEAST tell them about it + how much he’ll miss them, assuming him and than would be together by now. SO THEY’D HAVE TO EITHER LIE TO RUDY OR DELIBERATELY AVOID HIM WHICH ARE BOTH SO WNFKDJFKD. idk we’ll see where the canon writing goes later or whatever. <3

and non-story related thoughts from when i was playing:!!!!

i got rudy the cool pvp background for his reaper portrait and INSTANTLY when i did a roulette someone complimented it. immediate payoff. thank u red mage in bardam’s mettle <3

i had the sweetest leveling roulette experience in vanaspati where the healer + other dps were both new and i had only done it once, we all died on the second boss except for the paladin so we were all just cheering her on & emoting at her in the chat from outside the arena EHEDFN <33. and then on the third boss it was just me and her who survived so we did it together and ough :’). she kept casting clemency + cover on me to keep me alive and i made sure to keep her in crest of time returned-range and awwh it was so fun . we won and all cheered about it afterwards ehehe <)!!!!!!!!!! <3333

so many of the songs in this game use motifs from other ones and i’m only just now noticing most of them and i��m losing my mind about it . i swear every time i start humming along to one i go WAAAAIT A SECOND…………. (the tomorrow and tomorrow lyrics are in the background of the crystarium night theme. the sharlayan themes use stuff from flow. WHERE IN TIMEE ALL SHALL AS HOPEE BE REBORNNNN. AAHHHHH)

^on a similar note, i’ve been seeing the end.walker title screen this entire time and never thought anything of it but now whenever i open it i’m like TALES OF LOSSSSS AND FIIIIIIRE AND FAIIIIITHHHHHHH 🎶🎶🎶 <333

I LEVELED ASTROLOGIAN TO LVL80 SO I DID THE SHB HEALER ROLE QUESTS AND IM SO WWWAAAHHMFKDNFK. ARDBERTTTTTT. and GIOTT. IS ONE OF MY FAVORITE NPCS EVER NOW I KNEW I WOULD LIKE HER AND SHE IS SO AWESOME AND SHE SHOULD BE IN MORE QUESTS. THANKS. I MISS HER ALREADY. <3 THIS IS MY BELOVED DWARF WHO MAKES FUN OF ME AND HITS THINGS WITH HAMMERS <3333

i want to do all the shb role quests because AGHGH WARRIORS OF DARKNESS/!!!/!!!! but i do *not* want to level a tank class ever TwT. but that + magic dps i will do eventually….. for shadow.bringers………. 💛💛💛

[chisamayas]

Hey! So, this ask is about False Pretenses!

Does Cady do math still? I always like to think she does it as a hobby or something to comfort her— but this is your fic!

And how many exes has she had? Because I know there’s Aaron but if I remember correctly your fic stated she has had numerous exes. And why did they break up?

That’s all, really! Thanks!

Yes she does! Cady still loves math dearly, though her job makes her a little less likely to do it for comfort since she’s kinda burnt out, I still see her doing it once in a while for fun!

I don’t have an exact number for all of Cady’s exes— Aaron and Cady broke up mutually so they’re still on okay-ish terms but with Cady’s other exes, a lot of them were awful people. I haven’t really thought of it fully lol but from what I wrote in my notes, one of her long-term partners after Aaron cheated on her after like 4 years of dating which took a HUGEE toll on her, which is why Cady is extremely hesitant with dating and extremely afraid of any romantic feelings she may have (in this case, for Regina) so you’ll definitely see her being in denial of what she’s feeling a loottt in this fic

Thank you for the ask and thank you for reading! <33