#oc: sydney cullen

[stardustandtwilight]

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Christmas 2005

Emmett was forbidden from blasting Mariah Carey’s “All I Want For Christmas Is You” at midnight like he did every year but it was in vain; Sydney woke up hungry at that time anyway. Esme scooped her up from her crib with a wry smile. "Should've known you'd be up, baby girl." She'd been waking up like clockwork at this time. "Shhhh, don't cry, it's Christmas."

Sydney's cries quieted but she still made little disgruntled noises.

Emmett stuck his head out of his and Rosalie's room as Esme carried her down to the kitchen. "That’s not my fault. I was being quiet!”

Esme waved him off. "I know."

"Just saying for the record!"

In the kitchen, Carlisle was already getting a bottle ready. Formula this time. They were still experimenting with switching between blood and formula. Sydney seemed comfortable with both. Carlisle hoped that meant she could drink mostly formula instead of having to drink so much donated blood. He smiled at Esme and Sydney while checking that the formula wasn't too hot. If there was one strong preference Sydney displayed, it was that she preferred warm blood and formula over cold.

"You know, Santa won't come if you don't sleep, baby girl," he said in mock sternness to Sydney.

"Tell Daddy you can't help that you're hungry," Esme said. Then to Carlisle she added, "Are we doing the Santa thing?"

Carlisle shrugged, sheepish. "I don't know, it just seemed like one of those things modern parents say."

Upstairs, Emmett laughed loudly. Rosalie shushed him, but she was laughing too. Edward huffed in the way he did when he was holding back laughter. Thankfully, Alice and Jasper were out on a date for the night, but they were sure to hear about it when they got back.

“They’re never going to let me live that down, are they?” Carlisle asked.

“Not a chance,” Esme said with a grin.

Sydney decided to cry again, evidently impatient with not being fed. Esme bounced her and said, “Okay, sweetheart, we hear you.”

They settled on the couch and Esme gave Sydney her bottle. The newborn drank with a single-minded focus, a tiny pucker between her blue eyes. It brought back shadowy, bittersweet memories of her son and how he made the same face when he nursed. What a gift to be able to care for a baby again.

If only that gift didn’t come with its own new grief.

Among the numerous gifts for Sydney under the tree (Alice couldn’t stop herself from going overboard with the baby clothes, especially shoes because “they’re too cute!”) were gifts for Sarah. Esme hadn’t been able to stand looking at them gathering dust in her office so she wrapped them all in a grief-stricken focus while she did the presents for the rest of the family. Nobody said anything about her putting them under the tree but now that it was Christmas she wondered why she bothered. Sarah would never take pictures on the new camera Esme had gotten her or play Super Mario Brothers 3 again on the NES that Emmett found on eBay or –

“Hey.” Carlisle touched Esme’s face, bringing her out of that train of thought. “What’s wrong?”

Esme sighed. “Sarah.”

It was all she had to say. Carlisle’s eyes were filled with understanding and with his own grief and guilt. Esme knew he did all he could to save her, but he was haunted by the reassurances he gave her that she would live, that she would be there to see Sydney grow. He had been sorely tempted to go back on the promise to not change Sarah, but he couldn’t live with himself if he broke that promise too.

Sydney distracted them for a moment by spitting out the bottle’s nipple with a grunt and Esme handed her over to Carlisle to burp.

“I don’t know what to do with her gifts. I’m kind of embarrassed that I wrapped them,” Esme admitted. 

Carlisle shook his head. “I don’t think you should be embarrassed.” 

“Sarah isn’t here to open them,” Esme said bitterly. She felt her throat close up and her eyes prick with phantom tears and she closed them. Her earlier words to Sydney came back to her - don’t cry, it’s Christmas.

“I know.” Carlisle’s voice was low and tired. For a moment, there was only the sound of him lightly patting Sydney’s back. “You got her a camera, right?” 

“Yes. Why?” 

“Well, you could always open it yourself. Use that camera to take pictures of Sydney growing up like she would have.” 

Esme considered it. The camera certainly wouldn’t go to waste that way and while the thought still brought on the ache over Sarah not being here to do it herself, it was better than letting the gift sit and collect dust again. “That’s a good idea.” 

Carlisle smiled crookedly. “I’ve been known to have them.” Esme only just refrained from rolling her eyes. 

Being done burping Sydney, Carlisle brought her back to the crook of his arm and kissed her forehead. Esme leaned in to kiss her head and inhaled her sweet scent. It didn’t make her throat burn like a normal human’s would and she savored it. Sydney’s tiny hand closed around Carlisle’s finger and her eyes fluttered closed, instantly asleep. Carlisle sighed, a rueful smile on his face.

“What is it?” Esme asked.

“I wish I could sleep like that.”

“Aww, does the old man need a nap?” Esme teased.

“It’s been three hundred sixty-five years since I last slept. Of course I do.” He nudged her with his foot. “Don’t you?”

“No.” Esme nudged him back. “It’s only been a hundred and ten years for me. I’m not tired.”

“I guess I’m the only one that needs a nap. Besides this little one. I wonder how long before we’ll hear her protesting that she’s not tired.” 

“Sooner than we think.” The changes in Sydney since her birth a month ago would be small to human eyes, but to vampire eyes they were significant. They were all so used to looking in each other’s unchanging faces. Esme already anticipated Sydney growing up too fast, a common parental complaint. 

“I suppose we should put her back to bed,” Carlisle said, sounding a bit regretful. 

Esme smiled and snuggled into his side. “No, I think we’re all comfortable right here.” 

In the morning, as the Cullens gathered to open their gifts, Esme opened her present for Sarah and the very first picture she took was of Emmett piling all the discarded bows onto a sleeping Sydney. 

[cosmicmunsonwrites]

cigarette daydream

pairing(s): jasper hale x fem!oc

warnings: none

summary: the start of sydney swan and jasper hales story.

authors note: hi guys! this is a snippet from my jasper hale fic on wattpad. go check it out. you can read it here!!

not edited

do not copy my works. i do not condone rewrites, translations, or edited versions. all my content is my content that i wrote.

not my gif

the two girls began laughing, sydney using her spork to pick at the food on the tray and bella's eyes fixated behind her twin. "who are they?" she asked finally.

the three other girls turned to look. "the cullens," angela replied.

"they're, um, dr. and mrs. cullen's foster kids," jessica said. "they moved down here from alaska, like, a few years ago."

"they kind of keep to themselves," angela said quietly.

jessica grinned and leaned in closer. "yeah, cause they're all together. like, together, together," she whispered as two of them walked in. "the blonde girl, thats rosalie, and the big dark-haired guy, emmet, they're, like, a thing. i'm not even sure thats legal."

her friend chuckled. "jess, they're not actually related."

"yeah, but they live together. it's weird," she said, turning over her shoulder as another duo walked in. "and, okay, the little dark-haired girl's alice. she's really weird, and she's like, best friends with jasper, the blonde one who looks like he's in pain. dr. cullen's like this foster dad/matchmaker."

"maybe he'll adopt me," angela said as she smiled sweetly.

bella's brows furrowed as she looked to another boy walking through the door. "who's he?"

jessica smiled. "that's edward cullen. he's totally gorgeous, obviously, but apparently nobody here's good enough for him. like i care, you know?" she laughed awkwardly. "so, yeah. seriously, like, don't waste your time."

the twins looked back at the table where the five of them sat then back to their own table. "i wasn't planning on it," bella replied.

————

"miss swan," the woman greeted. "welcome to biochem. here is everything you'll need through the end of the month. if you need anything else, feel free to ask me or any of your classmates. my name is mrs. visak."

she gratefully took the supplies and the stack of paper then looked around. "thank you. i just had one question," she said, the woman humming in response. "where should i sit?"

"you can take a seat in the back corner desk with alice," she said with a smile before sliding her glasses back on and beginning to tend to her papers.

she recognized her. she had just seen her in lunch. the honey blonde haired boy, she remembered him as jasper, was also standing by the desk talking to her.

so she awkwardly walked through the aisle and down towards the pair. upon seeing her coming, alice grabbed jaspers forearms and pulled him in front of the desk so sydney could squeeze past.

"hi," the brunette said with a sweet smile as the other got settled in. "i'm alice." she extended her arm with an open hand.

"sydney," she replied, taking her hand and shaking it with a friendly smile.

alice looked the her friend then back to her new partner. "sydney, this is jasper. jasper, sydney," she introduced.

"pleasure to meet you," he said with a grin, outstretching his hand.

her hand grasped his lightly, shaking it as she smiled. "nice to meet you too."

"well, you better get going. class is about to start," alice warned jasper. "and i wanna talk to sydney." he bid his goodbyes then headed off to somewhere in front of the room. "so, how are you liking forks?"

cigarette daydream | jasper hale by peachytangerineee

[swayhere]

canon starter call - open to anyone !

i have a strong urge to write some canon muses, so if you would be interested in writing against any of the canon muses listed under the READ MORE below, please comment/IM me and i can send a starter your way or reply to one of your starters.

i do not require you to know anything about my muse's canon, but i'm more than happy to tell you about it if you ask. i'd be happy to write canon muses against your ocs! also, mixing fandoms is 100% ok with me unless your canon muse is problematic and makes me uncomfy. my canon muses do not have all their memories or relationships from their life unless we plot it, but they will have the same general personality/ambitions.

if you are willing to write against my canon muses but don't care which, just like this post, and i'll take a look at your open starters and/or send you a closed starter at random with a muse i think fits the vibe.

*please don't agree to write against my canon muses if you're one of those picky weirdos that will be up in arms if i don't write a cannon muse exactly how you would.

( if you'd prefer to write against an oc muse only, check this post. )

canon muses i'd like to write: bold = extra big muse rn. strikethrough = exclusive, so not rn.

muses from tv shows: 

911 — eddie diaz , evan buckley , athena grant , bobby nash , karen wilson

911: lonestar — carlos reyes , grace ryder , judson ryder , t.k. strand , owen strand

as the world turns — dr. reid oliver , luke snyder

boy meets world — shawn hunter , jack hunter , angela moore , topanga lawrence

chuck — sarah walker , chuck bartowski , bryce larkin 

degrassi — jimmy brooks , sean cameron , ellie nash , marco del rossi , sav bhandari , drew torres , zoe rivas , miles hollingsworth iii , tiny bell , esme song , 

gilmore girls — jess , luke

good trouble — gael martinez , jamie hunter , callie adams foster , mariana adams foster , evan speck , joaquin perez , dennis cooper 

how i met your father — sid , ian , sophie , jesse

how i met your mother — marshall eriksen , lily aldrin , victoria

how to get away with murder — laurel castillo , connor walsh , oliver hampton , michaela pratt , frank delfino 

jessica jones — jessica jones

lost — kate austen , juliet burke , daniel faraday , desmond hume , sayid jarrah , sun-hwa kwon , claire littleton , walter ‘walt’ lloyd , charlie pace , hugo ‘hurley’ reyes , shannon rutherford , miles straume 

new amsterdam — lauren bloom , elizabeth wilder , casey acosta

new girl — nick miller , winston bishop , cece parekh

one tree hill — nathan scott , lucas scott , keith scott , chase adams , brooke davis 

outer banks (obx) — jj maybank , kiara carrera

please like me — arnold 

rosewell, new mexico — michael guerin , maria deluca , isobel evans

scandal — olivia pope , prezzy fitz

scooby doo — daphne blake

stranger things — robin buckley , steve harrington , jim hopper , chrissy cunningham , eddie munson , max mayfield , eleven , mike wheeler 

superstore — jonah simms

the 100 — finn collins

the bear — richie jerimovich, carmy berzatto , marcus , sydney adamu  

the mindy project — danny castellano 

the office — ryan howard , jim halpert , pam halpert , kelly kapoor , holly flax

the politician — river barkley , astrid sloan 

the young & the restless — sally spectra , adam newman , chelsea lawson , phyllis summers , lily winters , sharon newman , chance chancellor , victoria newman , tessa porter , amanda sinclair , cole howard

younger — josh , kelsey peters

muses from books: 

along for the ride ( book version only ) — eli stock , auden west , maggie  

one of us is lying ( book version only ) — cooper clay , nate

red white & royal blue — alex claremont-diaz , prince henry , zahra bankston

we were liars — gatwick ‘gat’ matthew patil

muses from movies: 

dead poets society — neil perry , charlie dalton , todd anderson

harry potter — lee jordan

les mis — enjolras , grantaire 

super 8 — joe lamb , martin , preston

twilight — irina denali , jasper cullen

[slashaer]

⭐ ( gimme all of u i’m greedy ty x )

send a ⭐ for muses i would be interested in throwing at yours / potential muse combinations.

madison montgomery & john bender - just because of the attitudes and how potentially toxic they would be.

alex russo & michael moscovitz - i just think they would absolutely vibe. they're both so chill. he can play some music and she can do whatever she wants.

aurora renaud & jack skellington - i'm imagining aurora wandering into the feywilds and ending up stumbling upon jack, who is also lost in there lmao.

verna & omen lancaster - omen is a witch and a wanderer who helps creatures and monsters where needed. it's giving kind of opposites vibes, but they'd have a mutual respect i think.

addison montgomery & mateo rivera - mateo is my ga oc who starts as an intern at the hospital and obviously moves up from there. he's an ex con, so everyone either is scared of him or whispers about him. maybe he can work with addison and she can see he's not bad.

stu macher & any of your scream muses - i have verses where he survived, so we can work with a bunch of stuff.

carlisle cullen & joyce byers - doctor moves to the small down several years ago to help out. he's probably seen the boys come through his clinic a lot and he's grown fond of joyce. he wants to help where he can.

taissa turner & natalie scatorccio - with tai paying for nat's rehab, i would just love to see their dynamic more. also when they're teens.

tatiana vasiliev & genevieve belmont - both vampires. gen is on the run and is hiding out in a poppy house / vampire lounge, so maybe tatiana can frequent there or go there for information or something.

sydney kaiser & cain fahey - can be rival assassins, or she can meet him after he goes rogue. or she can even be the one sent after him when he goes rogue.

ra mi young & rick grimes or joel miller - love me some apocalypse things, so i'm down for either ra mi young being the doctor in rick's group, or her tagging along with joel / ellie or even meeting her where tommy is.

ares asare & john wick - i didn't see any information for ares, but i'm sure there's a ton of potential.

johanna avery & dana polk or daniel le domas - take your pick of my final girl or my final boy. they can bond or hate each other. and perhaps get into another horror Together.

[fiharri]

DADWC Prompt Post

OCs (bold is "canon" but all are valid to prompt for)

Ellana Surana | Fiharri Tabris | Sydney Amell | Jaylin Hawke | Herah Adaar | Emeline de Montguerre | Amalia Lavellan | Kenton Trevelyan

Ships (Romantic)

Origins: f!Surana x Leliana | f!Tabris x Morrigan | f!Amell x Leliana | Morrigan x Leliana 2: f!Hawke x Merrill | f!Hawke x Fenris | f!Hawke x Anders | f!Hawke x Isabela Inquisition: f!Adaar x Josephine | f!Lavellan x Solas | f!Adaar x Solas | Trevelyan x Cassandra

Ships (Platonic) (more TBA as I replay the games)

Origins: f!Surana & Morrigan, Alistair, Zevran, Sten, Wynne, Anders | f!Tabris & Alistair, Leliana, Zevran, Sten, Wynne, Anders 2: f!Hawke & any companion | f!Hawke & Carver, Bethany, Leandra Inquisition: f!Adaar & any companion (no Cullen) | f!Lavellan & Varric Additional: f!Adaar & f!Lavellan | f!Adaar & f!Hawke | f!Surana & f!Tabris

Types of Prompts

I like a variety! Quotes to spin into short stories, generally emotional vibes, prompts for scenarios. Here's a few posts with ideas, but original prompts are all good too!

Dragon Age Lore Prompts DAI Quests Cassandra Pentaghast Quotes Dorian Pavus Quotes Post-DAI Inquisitor

Things You Said When Non-verbal Emotional Expression Emotional Expression 2 Kisses Tarot A Love Epiphany Budding Romance Kiss & Tell Sharing a Bed Desperate Dialogue

And see my general #prompts tag for more!

[bellesdelacour-ocs]

Twilight OC Masterlist

[gif to come later] Name: Adrian Cullen Face claim: Brenton Thwaites Title: Black and White Love Interest: Sydney Sage Plot Summary: The Volturi and the Witches have a truce, the witches are required to keep the vampires from being found and the vampires are not allowed to feed on the witches. Vampire-Witch relationships are strictly forbidden.

[gif to come later] Name: Annabelle 'Anya' Whitmore Face claim: Chloe Bennet Title: Bloodhound Love Interest: Jasper Hale Plot Summary: In which the Cullens require help from another vampire family, one they absolutely cannot stand.

[gif to come later] Name: Sydney Sage Face claim: Madelaine Petsch Title: Black and White Love Interest: Adrian Cullen Plot Summary: The Volturi and the Witches have a truce, the witches are required to keep the vampires from being found and the vampires are not allowed to feed on the witches. Vampire-Witch relationships are strictly forbidden.

[jealousyhq]

a partir de agora, os seguintes faceclaims e subplots estão reservados:

sydney sweeney

madelyn cline

shawn mendes

aron piper

alba baptista

hailee steinfeld

luke hemmings

alexa demie

alina starkov (shadow and bones) 

alice cullen (the twilight saga)

blair waldorf (gossip girl)

ryan atwood (the o.c)

john logan (off campus)

marissa cooper (the oc)

garrett graham (off campus)

regina george (mean girls)

[sierraraeck]

Why Dads Suck

Spencer x OC Aundreya

Masterlist | Series Masterlist

(This is my gif so please give credit if used)

Summary: Partially inspired by 4x7 Memoriam. When Aundreya goes with Spencer to talk to his father, she snaps. Story six.

Category: Some angst, some fluff.

Warnings: Cussing. Talk of past abuse.

Word Count: 6.2k

“Listen to me, you worthless piece of shit.”

That was a sentence that I weighted very seriously. I cussed casually in conversation and way too much in my internal dialogue, sometimes I said it just to get people’s attention or stress the situation, but I rarely said it in a meaningful, hurtful, way. But in that situation, I was aiming to be way more than just hurtful.

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Over the past 14 months, I allowed myself to care. I don’t know what got into me, but it happened. I actually started to care for the people that I worked with. I always faked that to their faces because I wasn’t a complete cold-hearted bitch, and I’m not saying that I never cared about them, I’m just saying that now I care-cared about them. Like, it was no longer ‘hey I’m glad you’re not dead’, but instead was like ‘hey I’m genuinely concerned for your mental and emotional well-being’.

And it terrified me.

When I first hit the streets, I was determined to keep a hold on my humanity. Soon that proved too difficult and my new mission was to look at everyone like a chess piece; some more useful than others but all disposable in the end if they could benefit the long-term survival of the king. That mission continued in prison and became my new everyday mindset, one that followed me into the FBI. So when I realized that that mindset, the entire foundation of my existence and survival for the past 11 years, was dissolving, and there was nothing I could do about it (I’d tried but it was a futile effort and I knew it), I was terrified. And I felt like I was falling apart.

In BAU profiler terms, that would be considered my stressor. What followed would be considered my trigger.

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Spencer was going to visit his dad.

He and I had grown very close over the course of those 14 months, and I would’ve considered him the closest person to me (with the exception of my mom and sister) ever. He even overpowered Deen and Sydney in my mind. But I guess those two were more of a ‘loyalty-to-the-end-as-a-means-of-survival’ type thing, instead of just simply ‘friends’.

I told him the most out of anyone on the team, and overall just felt like he wouldn’t judge me, which was a complete 180 considering how we started. I just felt like he understood me in a way that I hadn’t experienced, like he understood the roots of who I was, not just who I was in relation to what I’d done.

We even had a couple agreements.

The first was that I was going to make him more ‘culturally-adequate’ while he was going to make me more ‘educationally-adequate’. That took form in a book swap. I would provide him with all of my favorite and popular books (seriously, who doesn’t know the Cullens), and he would provide me with all of the profiling, math, history, engineering, psychology, sociology, chemistry, and philosophy books he’d read, along with any other fascinating topics he’d found in paperback form. We would either swap on the jet, or he’d come over to my apartment to read. We’d tried doing it at his apartment once, but I didn’t bring enough books, so it was just easier for him to be near my library. It also occasionally took form in a tv/movie swap. I would force him to watch some of my favorite shows or movies from my childhood like ‘Supernatural’ and ‘The Hunger Games’ among others, and he forced me to watch ‘Doctor Who’ and ‘Star Trek’. This we always did at his place, as to not get bored of my place. It also worked out well because I wasn’t really allowed to go out much, and he just didn’t want to go out much.

The second was ‘jet talk’. Whenever Reid got going on one of his rants, and the information wasn’t dire to the situation or necessary for understanding, I would just interrupt him and say ‘jet talk’. It was my way of letting him know that he was rambling and needed to get to the point, but that he could tell me all of that extra information on the jet. I’d become his new info outlet that he got to share all of those mind-boggling stats with, without being judged or feeling like he was on a time crunch. I had to smile the other day when he started going down that path and he stopped himself saying, “... it was an ancient ritual started by the Mayans in 500 AD, I’ll skip over all the jet talk, but the main purpose was …” It left me feeling gooey for the rest of the day.

So yeah, we’d grown pretty close, and I would say that I was becoming very protective of him, especially when it came to personal threats he’d already overcome and shouldn’t have to deal with again.

Like his father.

Which was why I was completely against the idea when Spencer suggested it.

“I have to talk to him, I have to know what happened,” he pleaded.

“I understand that, but why does it have to be like this? Why does it have to be you?” I countered. I’d suggested that he stay with either myself, Rossi, or Morgan, while the other two went to talk to that asshat for him.

“I know this case better than any of you. I have to be there.” I looked over to Morgan and Rossi for help, but they were staying completely indifferent, not willing to challenge or support either side. Spencer’s eyes were begging me to agree with him.

I sighed. I hadn’t realized our volume had risen until I brought my voice back down, trying to return to a calming tone. “I know. I just really don’t like the idea of you having to be around him. That’s all.”

He nodded. “I know. I don’t like it either, but it’s the best shot we have.”

I looked back over at Morgan and Rossi, and they both gave me a knowing look. I nodded.

“Okay. Let’s go,” I said.

“Wait, all of us?” Derek paused, his attention on Reid. He hesitated.

“If you don’t want all of us there, we understand that,” Rossi offered.

“No, I want you there,” Spencer said, still a bit hesitant.

“Are you sure? Because if you don’t want any of us there,” he looked over at me, “or you don’t think it’d be a good idea to have one or more of us there, that’s fine.”

What the hell was he looking at me for? I was offended, “Rossi, is there something you’re not telling me that I should know about?”

“It’s just that you being there could be …” he trailed off. I wasn’t sure how to fill in that blank, but whatever it was, it wasn’t good. What was I doing wrong this time?

“No,” Reid said more confidently. “I want you all there.”

“Okay, kid. Lead the way,” Derek said. My mouth was still open, reeling from the shock followed by the suspense.

Rossi and I shared the back seat of the car on our way over to William Reid’s office, leaving an awkward silence looming over the vehicle.

“Look, I’m sorry. I only meant that-”

“It’s okay, Rossi, seriously. I don’t think I want to know anyway,” I said, which was a lie. I did want to know, I just didn’t want to have that conversation in the back of a car on our way to meet Spencer’s dad, stressing him, and selfishly myself, out even more.

Reid had been confident about his decision to talk to his father all the way up until we entered the building. His whole demeanor changed and he seemed frozen in time.

“Can I help you?” the lady sitting behind the front desk offered.

“Yeah …” Reid said. We all looked at him expectantly, but it was like the words were caught in his throat, like he couldn’t get enough oxygen to continue.

“We’d like to speak with William Reid,” Rossi helped.

“Is he expecting you?”

“I don’t think so.” Rossi held out his badge.

“He’s in a meeting right now, why don’t you have a seat and I’ll tell him you’re here,” she said, turning back to her desk.

“You okay?” Morgan asked.

“Yeah,” Reid answered, his breathing labored. “No, um, yeah. I’m, I’m gonna go to the bathroom.” He took off, speed walking away from us.

“I’ve never seen him like this before,” Derek commented. Neither had I. He’d told me bits and pieces about his family life, but that was a topic we both decided to veer away from. In all other stressful or emotionally taxing situations, he was able to keep his composure. Do the job, be objective. He even kept it together when his mom had to get involved with a case of ours. The only time I’d seen him get even a little rattled was when a case had quite a bit in common with his childhood surrounding schizophrenia right after he got some troubling news about his mother’s health, but all the other ones having to do with absent fathers creating killers didn’t get to him. Granted, those were a dime a dozen.

This, however, was a whole new beast.

“... more of a personal matter,” Rossi was saying to a man near the front desk. I must have zoned out.

“It concerns your son,” Morgan said.

“M-my son? Did something happen,” the man said. So that ugly bastard is his father?

“That’s what we’re trying to find out,” Reid said, entering the lobby again. His stood more straight, trying to make himself look as tall as possible, and I could tell it was taking all of his effort to appear professional. I saw his back muscles start twitching.

They stared at each other for a few moments, sizing each other up, before Spencer said, “Hello, dad.”

William cleared his throat, “Follow me.” He led us back to his office, Rossi and Morgan sandwiching Reid between them, while I straggled behind, shutting his office door.

“You don’t look like me anymore. You used to, everybody said so,” William started. It was a lame excuse for a connecting point.

“They say some people look like their dogs, too,” Spencer quipped with an eyebrow raise. “It’s attributed to prolonged mutual exposure. Elderly couples also, they unconsciously mimic the expressions of people they’ve been around their whole life, so it kinda … kinda makes sense that I wouldn’t really look like you, I haven’t seen you in 20 years.” Whenever he got anxious, all of his sentences ran together in one long stream of consciousness.

“Are you here on business?” William changed the subject.

“Just wrapping up a case,” Rossi dryly answered.

“A five year old boy was abducted and murdered,” Morgan chimed in.

“Oh, yeah I read about that, Ethan Hayes, right? That’s terrible,” William responded.

“That case got me thinking about Riley Jenkins,” Reid said, and William turned away. “You remember Riley Jenkins?”

“Of course.”

“I’ve been having dreams about him for a really long time, but when we came back here for this case it jogged something and the dream changed. I saw his killer. It was you.”

“Interesting dream.”

“You don’t seem all that surprised,” Morgan questioned.

“I stopped being surprised by Spencer’s mind a long time ago,” William responded.

“There are certain criteria we consider when looking at this type of suspect. You fit parts of that profile,” Rossi said. He was looking at William like he wanted to choke him out right there. I could empathize.

“Me?”

“We just want your cooperation,” Rossi continued.

“My coop-” William started. He looked around at our faces and realized that we were all dead serious. “You’re not actually saying you think I killed Riley Jenkins.”

Reid gave a slight shake of his head. “We didn’t say that.”

“Good, ‘cause that’s absurd,” William stated. That was it. I couldn’t take it anymore. I couldn’t just stand there, staring at his face knowing what he did to Spencer and not say anything.

“Is it?” I asked. William looked over at me like he was acknowledging my presence for the first time. “You were able to do something as absurd as abandon your own son, who knows what else you’re capable of.”

Rossi gave me a warning look, but Spencer didn’t even falter, his burning gaze set on William.

“Excuse me?” William asked.

“You heard me,” I simply stated.

“You know, I don’t think I caught your name when I first let you all into my office,” he said, a slight threat resting on his undertone.

“Chambers.”

“And how do you know my son, Chambers,” William asked.

“Your son? You’re getting quite possessive considering you’ve only just now met him for the first time as an adult,” I said. I kept my voice a low growl, trying to keep my head on my shoulders.

“What can I say? I’m concerned about his selection of company.” I scoffed. I was starting to realize why Rossi didn’t think it was a good idea having me around. I quickly scanned myself and remembered that I wasn’t exactly dressed like ‘FBI’ today. I’d already worn all of my official-looking outfits and was left with a more casual one, which I figured was fine because we weren’t ‘officially’ on the job. I was wearing a simple, low cut, white t-shirt under a leather jacket, with black pants and combat boots. My hair was in a ponytail, so from where he was sitting, he could probably spot my four visible tattoos.

“You don’t have a say in my selection of company. You gave that up a long time ago,” Spencer jumped in.

“Well, whatever your friend Chambers is implying-”

“Agent. She’s Agent Chambers,” Reid said. I refrained from smirking.

“Regardless of what Agent Chambers is implying I did, I did not kill Riley Jenkins.”

“We’d just like permission to look through your computer, access your records,” Morgan said, trying to regain control and focus over the situation.

“Yeah and, what would you be looking for exactly?” William challenged. He turned and looked pointedly at Spencer. “You want access to my files? Get a warrant.”

Spencer stared him down, but turned to leave. We headed toward his office door when he decided to add one last thing. “I’m proud of you, you know that? You’ve done a lot of good, choosing to help people. I mean, other people with your talents might have sought out different opportunities, a private sector. My god, you could have made a fortune.” He sighed and the message seemed forced. He sounded condescending, disappointed even, that his son wasn’t making millions.

That’s when I snapped.

“No. You know what, actually, no,” I mumbled to myself, shaking my head and turning around to walk back towards William. I couldn’t even stop myself before I punched him square in the jaw. It caught him so much by surprise that he toppled out of his chair and onto the ground. I placed a foot on his throat, careful not to put too much pressure on it, and squatted down so that I could see the fear in his eyes. “You listen to me, you worthless piece of shit.” I knew that one of the three behind me was calling my name, probably to stop, but I was too hyped up on adrenaline to pay attention. I was committed now. I removed my foot and grabbed a wad of cloth at the base of his neck and yanked him up to standing.

“You’re proud of him? You don’t get to be proud of him. You did nothing to help him get to where he is now. The only thing you did was provide him with the feeling of abandonment and anger, which luckily he was strong enough to use as fuel to become the amazing man standing in front of you, instead of letting it rip him apart. He’s way more than your small mind could ever comprehend, and he is worth way more than the bullshit fortune you wish he was making.”

“He’s also worth more than spending time with a slut like you,” he spat at me. I switched my grip to wrap around his throat, and swiftly shoved him up against the wall.

“You’re right. I have been a shitty person for pretty much my entire life. The only redeeming quality I have, is that I know Doctor Spencer Reid, and for whatever reason, he has allowed me to continually be a part of his life. To be there for him. Which is more than I can say for you. A child, especially a son, needs a good male role model, otherwise they grow up with the feeling that they can’t trust anyone, especially men. They have problems keeping healthy relationships because they can’t trust their partner, or worse, they can’t trust themselves not to end up just like their mom or dad. You were mentally healthy enough to raise him, a luxury that some people don’t have, but instead you were too weak. You left him with a mentally handicapped parent that couldn’t take care of herself, let alone a child. You didn’t even bother checking in on them. What if she’d died? What if their house burnt down? What if something happened and he was left all alone? He would have ended up in foster care or on the streets, and could have easily turned out like one of the monster’s he now hunts.” My face was hot, and I quickly swiped at the dampness on my cheeks. Get it together. My voice lowered to a murmur as the next words rolled off my tongue. It felt like it was the first time I had fully comprehended them myself, “He could have easily turned out like me.”

I swallowed, coming up for air, but I wasn’t done yet. “Is that what you would have wanted? Would you have wanted him coming in here, not to respectfully ask you for your side of the story, not even to just arrest you like he definitely could have, but to come in here looking to kill you? Is that what you wanted! Did you even think about that?”

“No,” was all he could manage to get out. He was choking on his words, so I loosened my grip. But only a little.

“No to what? No you didn’t want that or no you didn’t think about that?”

“Both! I wouldn’t have wanted that for him. And I didn’t think about it that way,” he struggled.

“Exactly. But that’s what you should have been thinking about. You should have been thinking about your child, not yourself.” I released his neck with force, shoving him away from me and further into the wall. I stepped back, giving him room to slouch in on himself. “The least you could do is answer a few simple questions for him. You owe him at least that much.”

With that, I turned around, my brain not even fully capable of processing my co-worker’s reactions, and walked out the door. I kept walking at a feverish pace until I reached the bathroom. The moment I closed the door behind me, I broke down into a sobbing mess.

What is wrong with you? You need to get your shit together! This isn’t even about you, but as always, you had to go and make it about yourself. You are supposed to be there for Spencer, not the other way around. He’s the one having to face his absent father and relive his traumatic childhood, not you. Pull yourself together!

I forced myself to deep breathe.

Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. In, out. In, out.

I walked over to the sink, careful to avoid the mirror, and splashed my face with water. Once I felt I was sufficiently washed clean of my meltdown, I looked up into my own eyes.

What is happening to you?

I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts and refocus on the situation at hand. I grabbed a paper towel and blotted at my face. I took one more quick glance at the mirror, making sure I didn’t look like a complete wreck, and exited the bathroom.

This is about Spencer. Get over yourself. Be there for Spencer.

I walked back out into the main lobby to see that Derek and Rossi were waiting for me.

“Where’s Spencer?” I asked, trying to ignore their worried faces and the urge to just curl up and evaporate into thin air.

“He’s still in there talking to William. They asked us to wait out here,” Morgan answered.

I nodded. “Talking about Riley Jenkins?”

“I’d assume so. You were pretty … convincing,” Rossi commented. I nodded again, not knowing what to say. I stood there with my arms crossed in a self hug, digging into my sides harder than usual trying to control myself and my breathing. I looked down at my feet.

Please don’t ask, please don’t ask, please don’t … wait no. It doesn't matter if they ask because this isn’t about you. This is about Spencer and you all need to be clear headed and focused on him and what he needs.

About 20 minutes later, Spencer emerged looking as pissed as he was before, but now he also looked confused.

“What did he say?” I was quick to ask before the focus could be shifted. Not like I was expecting it to be.

“Not much, just that the three of us should talk about it together,” he answered, voice strained.

“The three of you? Who’s number three?” Morgan asked.

“My mother.”

# # # # # # # # # # # # #

So I was in an awkward spot. I just blew up the meeting between Spencer and his dad, but I also kind of helped get him talking? I couldn’t tell what he was thinking about it. He seemed irritated and up-tight but those were also feelings he had because of his father and the whole situation, so I didn’t know what to do regarding him going to talk to his mother.

Do I come with, to continue to support him? Do I hang back because I don’t want to cause any more problems? If I hang back and he actually does want me there, then I’m being unsupportive. If I go and he doesn’t want me there, then I’m being pushy.

I tried so hard to look for a hint as to what I should do and it never came. I was forced to breach the topic and ask, “Spencer, what would you like me to do?”

He stopped next to the car and faced me. “What do you mean?”

“I just don’t know … I don’t know if you want me to come with or ..?” I trailed off.

“Oh. Um,” he seemed caught off guard by my question. “My mother is a very difficult person to talk to, and this is a sensitive subject so …”

“You’d rather have me stay here?” I completed. There was no malice in my voice, just concern for him. He wasn’t responding, so I assured him, “Don’t worry if that’s the case. I understand.”

He nodded.

“Why don’t I stay here with Aundreya, which will help lessen the stress on your mother, and you can take Morgan with you to go talk to her?” Rossi offered. Oh no. I knew what that meant. Derek and Spencer nodded at his words, and got into the car together. Rossi gestured for me to join him as he started walking back toward the hotel that was only a few blocks from the office.

I quickly caught up to him and he put his arm out, side-eyeing me and giving me that signature Rossi smirk. For real? I sarcastically let out a sigh and rolled my eyes, but I couldn’t help returning the small, closed-lip smile. I looped my arm in his, and we continued to walk. In an alternate universe, he was walking me down the aisle.

We walked in silence for a block before he finally came out with it. “So, would you care to inform me what that little episode was about?”

“I don’t like disrespectful people.”

“Neither do I. That doesn’t mean I’m going to hit every one of them in the face.”

“Well, you tend to have more manners then I do.”

“True. But I also didn’t feel personally connected to that situation.”

“What are you talking about, we are both protective of Reid.”

“We are, but we both know that’s not what I’m referencing,” he said. He stopped walking and turned to face me, taking my hands in his. “Talk to me, Aundreya.”

His eyes were soft but piercing, and his wise-guy aura was getting to my head.

I nodded, squeezed his hands, then dropped them so I could loop my arm back in his. We continued walking as I spoke. “Do you remember what I told you about my family situation about a year ago?”

“You mean when we went to dinner? Yes. You told me that your parents got divorced when you were six, you started living with your mother full time when you were nine, and haven’t had contact with your father since you were ten.” I was surprised that he cared enough to remember all of that.

“Yeah. During those three years that I was splitting time between my parents, my sister and I had to deal with my abusive father. It was mostly verbal abuse and mental and emotional manipulation. Honestly, I’ve dumped most of the memories from that time period,” I said. He glanced over at me, silently inviting me to continue, so I did. “Just the feeling I got every time he showed up to a game of mine when I didn’t want him there, or I ran into him for any other purpose, was the worst mix of feelings I’ve ever experienced. It was terror and discomfort and panic and hatred. I felt physically sick every time and it was like my brain stopped working. Even though I don’t really remember everything that happened to me, that he did to me, I just have this overwhelming feeling of disgust. I guess that Spencer’s dad demeaning him like that, and his situation being kind of similar to mine, just set me off.”

Rossi nodded and his features told me he was deep in thought. He was probably still trying to process everything I’d told him. “You felt the need to fight back.”

“Yes.”

“Can I make an assumption here?” He looked concerned. I just shrugged and nodded. “I think that while you were going through that, your big sister protected you, and you were her support system to fall back on, to keep her grounded. You’ve since become quite the fighter, and somewhere in there,” he gestured to my head, “you regret not fighting back harder when you had the chance. You regret not helping your sister out, and you now feel the need to help Spencer out and fight back like you think you should have with your own father.”

It was stunning to me that he could dissect my thoughts better than I could. Everything he said struck a nerve and made complete sense. I’d been trying to figure myself out for over ten years, and he’d figured me out in under ten seconds. It’s astonishing how that works.

“Damn Rossi. You’re so good at this stuff,” I said, and he offered a gentle laugh. “Seriously. You just described a thought process that I’ve had for ages that I didn’t even know I’ve had for ages until you just now told me about it.”

“Hey, it’s much much easier examining what’s going on with someone else than it is to have to self diagnose. There’s a reason they say that doctors are the worst patients,” he said, raising his eyebrows.

“Am I your patient now?” I asked, returning the eyebrow raise.

“Would you like to be?”

“If you’re going to enlighten me like that all the time, hell yeah.”

He smiled. “Alright then. That’ll cost you $17.99 up front and an additional $5.99 each month after.”

“Oh, well in that case, just kidding. It isn’t that important to me,” I laughed.

“Well, if you can convince Reid to drink half as much coffee, it’ll be included in the budget.” I laughed again. It felt good after a weird and taxing day.

“Well then I’m definitely screwed!” Oh right. Speaking of, “How do you think it’s going?”

“I’m not sure. I hope for the kid’s sake that it’s going well.”

“Me too.” We entered the hotel, and decided we’d wait in the lobby playing cards until they came back.

# # # # # # # # # # # # #

They didn’t get back until 11 that night, during which time they’d talked to Diana, arrested William, released him, found out that Gary Michaels was dead but was the killer, arrested Lou Jenkins for the murder of Gary Michaels, and finally got the whole story out of Diana and William.

“And you didn’t call us?” I accused, grogginess in my voice. Rossi and I had since fallen asleep in the lobby chairs, but only for less than an hour. That was a lot to go through for just the two of them in the back half of the day.

“We had it covered,” Derek answered. I couldn’t help feeling guilty, like it was my fault they didn’t call because they thought I was too unstable.

“So what now?” I asked, trying to brush the feeling off.

“Nothing. We let the local police handle it and we head back tomorrow,” Derek replied. Rossi and I nodded.

“We should all get some sleep,” Rossi commented, surveying our faces.

He had a point, so we headed up to our respective rooms and I just about crashed the moment I entered mine. My stomach growled and I remembered that I’d skipped lunch and Rossi and I forgot to get dinner. Our nerves must have been too amplified to be overpowered by hunger. It didn’t matter now because Reid got his answers, triggering relief to course through my veins and I was much too tired to care about food. I was on the brink of sleep when I heard a gentle knock on the door.

I grudgingly got up and looked out the peep-hole. It was Spencer.

“Hey,” I said with a bit more energy, opening the door.

“Hey,” he said. He stood there in silence giving me an expectant look.

“Oh, yeah, sorry. Come in.” The lack of sleep and sustenance was starting to show. I moved to the side so that he could slip by me. He sauntered toward the bed in the middle of the room and sat down. I followed suit. I waited patiently for him to speak, because I knew whatever caused him to come to my room at 11:30 after a stressful day was important, and he had to say it in his own time.

“Thank you.” His voice was a small whisper and I felt like I hadn’t heard him right. What does he possibly have to thank me for?

“For what?” I murmured.

“For staying with me through this. For trying to protect me and standing up for me. For respecting my space. And for letting me come into your room late at night to tell you this.”

“Of course. I’d do anything for you,” I said. It had come out so casually that I almost missed it. Spencer looked up at me with utter shock, which zapped me right back into reality. Oh shit. Had that really just tumbled out of my mouth?

I panicked and tried to quickly cover it up. “Like I’m happy to be here for you and you are welcome to come bug me at any time, day or night. I’m probably not doing anything interesting and I’m probably not getting much sleep either.” Although I could really use some right now if it would help me shut the hell up and stop spouting stupid shit.

Spencer’s mouth was still hanging slightly ajar from the shock of my initial comment. When he realized that I was just going to sit there staring at him until he did something, he shut his mouth and looked away from me again. “Can I ask you something?”

“Always.”

“You weren’t just talking to my dad in that office, were you?”

I sighed and met his warm brown eyes. I swear those things change color on the daily. Sometimes they’re a perfect hazel, sometimes they’re a light caramel brown, sometimes they’re a dark chocolatey brown, and sometimes, when the light hits right, they look as gold as the soul behind them.

“No,” I admitted, “I was talking to both of them.”

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

“Do you wanna hear about it?” I countered. He nodded shyly. “You know how I told you that my parents got divorced and I lived with both of my parents equally for three years and then my mom got full custody?”

“Yes.”

“Well, those three year were hell. I can’t remember everything that happened to me because I must’ve dumped most of it. I told Rossi that I didn’t remember anything at all, but that was a lie. The really big incidents, I remember. Like I remember him shoving me up against a brick wall giving me whiplash for the next two weeks. I remember him cussing out my mother in the rec center, him screaming at us in the car, especially after going to see the therapist, and leaving my sister on the side of the road because she pushed too many of his buttons. I remember him pushing me down on the bed and forcing my legs open so he could look at the rash between them, even though I begged him to just let my sister help me with it,” I choked. I hadn’t told anyone this. I hadn’t really talked about it with my mom and sister much when they were alive. “I remember having panic attacks and being constantly terrified that he was going to kill my mom or sister. And I just remember this intense feeling of complete hopelessness and dread whenever I was around him or his family. They were suffocating.”

He looked at me, eyes glistening, and he let a heavy teardrop fall. I slowly brought my hand to his face, asking silent permission, and when I got no resistance, placed it softly on his cheek. My fingers barely brushed his jaw as my thumb lightly wiped away the tear. I breathed, “Don’t cry. Don’t cry for me. It was a long time ago, and I am who I am today because of it.”

He put his own hand atop mine, engulfing it, subconsciously applying a bit more pressure which I was happy to comply with.

“It’s just … It’s just that no one should have to go through that. Even if it was a long time ago.” He closed his eyes, leaning into my hand.

“I know. Neither one of us deserved what we got, but we survived and came out the other side. That’s what matters now.” I placed my other hand on his cheek, and tilted his head slightly up towards mine. “How are you doing?”

“I’ll be okay.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

He shook his head. “No. I just want you to know that without you, I couldn’t have solved this or gotten the answers I needed. I appreciate your strength to face my father like that.”

“And I admire yours to do the same.” He leaned out of my touch, leaving me feeling cold and got up to leave. I didn’t even know what I was saying before I blurted, “Wait.”

He turned.

“Do you want to stay?” I was too tired to fight the words, too tired to even be surprised by them.

“I’d like that,” he responded. I smiled and he returned it. I didn’t want him to be alone with his thoughts and nightmares, and I selfishly didn’t want to be alone with mine either. He slipped off his shoes and I kicked off mine and he came to lay down next to me. Neither of us cared about the clothes we were still wearing and definitely wrinkling from the long day. I took big spoon, knowing he needed me more than I needed him at the moment, even if he wasn't ready to talk about what he’d just experienced over the last 24 hours yet.

I was just about to pass out, arms hooked on my own elbows around him when he whispered, “I never explained this to you, but I think deep down the reason I was so resistant to you at the beginning was because I knew you and I were only a choice or two away from living the other person’s life.”

“Spencer,” I murmured, “you don’t owe me an explanation.”

“I want you to have one, though.”

“Thanks. I’m just glad that the one or two choices after that led to our paths crossing.”

“Yeah. Me too.” That was all he could get out before both of us slipped under, able to finally relax in each other’s arms, finding reprieve from the relentless struggles of the waking world.

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⌜  sebastian  stan,  he/him  cismale  ⌟  —  far  away  on  the  island  of  dreams...  hey,  do  you  hear  that?  sounds  like  TRY  TO  CHANGE  by  MOTHER  MOTHER,  must  just  be  BUCKY  BARNES  passing  through.  i’ve  heard  people  associate  them  with  DARK  SKIES,  POCKET  KNIVES,  and  HAZY  VISIONS  and  you  can  totally  believe  it,  given  they’re  ALERT  yet  STUBBORN.  i  haven’t  really  seen  the  ONE  HUNDRED  AND  FIVE  /  THIRTY  TWO  year  old  MECHANIC  around  much  lately,  i’ve  been  hearing  rumours  of  them  getting  dreams  about  MARVEL  and  THE  FIGHT  AGAINST  THE  FLAGSMASHERS.  probably  nothing  serious  though..  /  (  lex,  she/they  )

⌜  ana  de  armas,  she/her,  cisfemale  ⌟  —  far  away  on  the  island  of  dreams...  hey,  do  you  hear  that?  sounds  like  MY  BODY  IS  A  CAGE  by  ARCADE  FIRE,  must  just  be  NATASHA  ROMANOFF  passing  through.  i’ve  heard  people  associate  them  with  WORN  OUT  BALLET  SLIPPERS,  A  HERO’S  POSE,  and  THE  SILHOUETTE  OF  A  GUN,  and  you  can  totally  believe  it,  given  they’re  SELF  RELIANT  yet  SECRETIVE.  i  haven’t  really  seen  the  TWENTY  EIGHT  year  old  SOCIAL  WORKER  around  much  lately,  i’ve  been  hearing  rumours  of  them  getting  dreams  about  MARVEL  and  THE  SACRIFICE  AT  VORMIR.  probably  nothing  serious  though..  /  (  lex,  she/they  )

⌜  alba  flores,  she/her,  cisfemale  ⌟  —  far  away  on  the  island  of  dreams...  hey,  do  you  hear  that?  sounds  like  LOOK  WHAT  YOU  MADE  ME  DO  by  TAYLOR  SWIFT,  must  just  be  WANDA  MAXIMOFF  passing  through.  i’ve  heard  people  associate  them  with  SITCOM  RERUNS,  GLITCHES,  and  A  DISTINCT  RED  GLOW,  and  you  can  totally  believe  it,  given  they’re  BENEVOLENT  yet  UNSURE.  i  haven’t  really  seen  the  THIRTY  year  old  CHILD  CARE  WORKER  around  much  lately,  i’ve  been  hearing  rumours  of  them  getting  dreams  about  MARVEL  and  CREATING  YOUR  OWN  REALITY  FUELED  BY  GRIEF.  probably  nothing  serious  though..  /  (  lex,  she/they  )

⌜  dylan  minnette,  he/him,  cismale  ⌟  —  far  away  on  the  island  of  dreams...  hey,  do  you  hear  that?  sounds  like  ME  AND  MY  HUSBAND  by  MITSKI,  must  just  be  BILL  DENBROUGH  passing  through.  i’ve  heard  people  associate  them  with  INCONVENIENT  STUTTER,  UNFINISHED  STORIES,  and  THE  CLICK  OF  A  KEYBOARD,  and  you  can  totally  believe  it,  given  they’re  LEADERLY  yet  OBSESSIVE.  i  haven’t  really  seen  the  TWENTY-FIVE  year  old  WRITER  around  much  lately,  i’ve  been  hearing  rumours  of  them  getting  dreams  about  IT  and  THE  SUMMER  IN  DERRY.  probably  nothing  serious  though..  /  (  lex,  she/they  )

⌜  sydney  sweeney,  she/her,  cisfemale  ⌟  —  far  away  on  the  island  of  dreams...  hey,  do  you  hear  that?  sounds  like  WOLVES  by  PHOSPHORESCENT,  must  just  be  JESSICA  RILEY  passing  through.  i’ve  heard  people  associate  them  with  COLD  OF  WINTER,  FOOTPRINTS  IN  THE  SNOW,  and  AN  ECHOING  SCREAM,  and  you  can  totally  believe  it,  given  they’re  VIVACIOUS  yet  DEMANDING.  i  haven’t  really  seen  the  TWENTY-ONE  year  old  COLLEGE  STUDENT  around  much  lately,  i’ve  been  hearing  rumours  of  them  getting  dreams  about  UNTIL  DAWN  and  THE  NIGHT  AT  THE  WASHINGTON’S.  probably  nothing  serious  though..  /  (  lex,  she/they  )

⌜  froy  gutierrez,  he/him,  cismale  ⌟  —  far  away  on  the  island  of  dreams...  hey,  do  you  hear  that?  sounds  like  SCAR  TISSUE  by  RED  HOT  CHILI  PEPPERS,  must  just  be  RYAN  ATWOOD  passing  through.  i’ve  heard  people  associate  them  with  AN  ABANDONED  HOME,  TALKING  WITH  YOUR  FISTS,  and  A  BUSTED  LIP,  and  you  can  totally  believe  it,  given  they’re  PROTECTIVE  yet  PESSIMISTIC.  i  haven’t  really  seen  the  TWENTY-THREE  year  old  CONSTRUCTION  WORKER  around  much  lately,  i’ve  been  hearing  rumours  of  them  getting  dreams  about  THE  OC  and  GRADUATION  NIGHT.  probably  nothing  serious  though..  /  (  lex,  she/they  )

⌜  khadijha  red  thunder,  she/they,  cisfemale  ⌟  —  far  away  on  the  island  of  dreams...  hey,  do  you  hear  that?  sounds  like  ROLLING  IN  THE  DEEP  by  ADELE,  must  just  be  SIDNEY  PRESCOTT  passing  through.  i’ve  heard  people  associate  them  with  OCCASIONAL  WOUNDS,  DIAL  TONES,  and  THE  FINAL  GIRL,  and  you  can  totally  believe  it,  given  they’re  ADAPTABLE  yet  GUARDED.  i  haven’t  really  seen  the  TWENTY  SEVEN  year  old  DETECTIVE  around  much  lately,  i’ve  been  hearing  rumours  of  them  getting  dreams  about  SCREAM  and  THE  3RD  GHOST  INCIDENT.  probably  nothing  serious  though..  /  (  lex,  she/they  )

⌜  elizabeth  olsen,  she/her,  cisfemale  ⌟  —  far  away  on  the  island  of  dreams...  hey,  do  you  hear  that?  sounds  like  JUST  A  GIRL  by  NO  DOUBT,  must  just  be  RACHEL  GREEN  passing  through.  i’ve  heard  people  associate  them  with  DADDY’S  MONEY  and  COMING  BACK  STRONGER  THAN  A  90’S  TREND,  and  you  can  totally  believe  it,  given  they’re  SURPRISING  yet  SENSITIVE.  i  haven’t  really  seen  the  TWENTY  SEVEN  year  old  PERSONAL  SHOPPER  around  much  lately,  i’ve  been  hearing  rumours  of  them  getting  dreams  about  FRIENDS  and  THE  PLANE  TO  PARIS.  probably  nothing  serious  though..  /  (  lex,  she/they  )

⌜  olivia  holt,  she/her,  cisfemale  ⌟  —  far  away  on  the  island  of  dreams...  hey,  do  you  hear  that?  sounds  like  A  PEARL  by  MITSKI,  must  just  be  KATE  WALLIS  passing  through.  i’ve  heard  people  associate  them  with  FISHNETS,  SMUDGED  EYELINER,  and  SEEING  THE  WORLD  THROUGH  A  NEW  LENSE,  and  you  can  totally  believe  it,  given  they’re  OBSERVANT  yet  WARY.  i  haven’t  really  seen  the  TWENTY-ONE  year  old  WAITRESS  around  much  lately,  i’ve  been  hearing  rumours  of  them  getting  dreams  about  CRUEL  SUMMER  and  THE  TRIAL  SETTLEMENT  IN  ‘95.  probably  nothing  serious  though..  /  (  lex,  she/they  )

⌜  joe  keery,  he/him,  cismale  ⌟  —  far  away  on  the  island  of  dreams...  hey,  do  you  hear  that?  sounds  like  AFRICA  by  TOTO,  must  just  be  STEVE  HARRINGTON  passing  through.  i’ve  heard  people  associate  them  with  BLOODIED  KNUCKLES,  A  BAT  FULL  OF  NAILS,  and  A  PERSONALITY  THAT  FILLS  THE  ROOMS,  and  you  can  totally  believe  it,  given  they’re  PERSONABLE  yet  DIM  WITTED.  i  haven’t  really  seen  the  TWENTY-SEVEN  year  old  BARTENDER  around  much  lately,  i’ve  been  hearing  rumours  of  them  getting  dreams  about  STRANGER  THINGS  and  THE  BATTLE  OF  STARCOURT.  probably  nothing  serious  though..  /  (  lex,  she/they  )

⌜  lee  sungkyung,  she/they,  cisfemale  ⌟  —  far  away  on  the  island  of  dreams...  hey,  do  you  hear  that?  sounds  like  SEA  OF  LOVE  by  CAT  POWER,  must  just  be  ALICE  CULLEN  passing  through.  i’ve  heard  people  associate  them  with  ROSE  PETALS,  A  BREATH  OF  FRESH  AIR,  and  MAKING  FRIENDS  WHEREVER  YOU  GO,  and  you  can  totally  believe  it,  given  they’re  GREGARIOUS  yet  MEDDLESOME.  i  haven’t  really  seen  the  TWENTY  TWO  year  old  COLLEGE  STUDENT  around  much  lately,  i’ve  been  hearing  rumours  of  them  getting  dreams  about  TWILIGHT  and  THE  BATTLE  AGAINST  THE  VOLTURI.  probably  nothing  serious  though..  /  (  lex,  she/they  )

⌜  lorenzo  zurzolo,  he/they,  cismale  ⌟  —  far  away  on  the  island  of  dreams...  hey,  do  you  hear  that?  sounds  like  BAD  THINGS  by  CULTS,  must  just  be  HARRY  POTTER  passing  through.  i’ve  heard  people  associate  them  with  OLD  BOOKS  and  REFLECTIONS  IN  AN  OLD  MIRROR,  and  you  can  totally  believe  it,  given  they’re  CLEVER  yet  IMPULSIVE.  i  haven’t  really  seen  the  TWENTY  year  old  STUDENT  around  much  lately,  i’ve  been  hearing  rumours  of  them  getting  dreams  about  HARRY  POTTER  and  BATTLE  OF  HOGWARTS.  probably  nothing  serious  though..  /  (  lex,  she/they  )

⌜  tessa  thompson,  she/her,  cisfemale  ⌟  —  far  away  on  the  island  of  dreams...  hey,  do  you  hear  that?  sounds  like  GOLD  DUST  WOMAN  by  FLEETWOOD  MAC,  must  just  be  GAMORA  ZEN  WHOBERI  BEN  TITAN  passing  through.  i’ve  heard  people  associate  them  with  FEMME  FATALE,  SHARP  BLADE,  and  A  TWISTED  SELF  PERCEPTION,  and  you  can  totally  believe  it,  given  they’re  INDEPENDENT  yet  ABRASIVE.  i  haven’t  really  seen  the  THIRTY  TWO  year  old  BARTENDER  around  much  lately,  i’ve  been  hearing  rumours  of  them  getting  dreams  about  MARVEL  and  BETRAYAL  ON  VORMIR.  probably  nothing  serious  though..  /  (  lex,  she/they  )

⌜  zoe  kravitz,  she/her,  cisfemale  ⌟  —  far  away  on  the  island  of  dreams...  hey,  do  you  hear  that?  sounds  like  MAD  WOMAN  by  TAYLOR  SWIFT,  must  just  be  FIONA  GALLAGHER  passing  through.  i’ve  heard  people  associate  them  with  HALF  LIT  CIGARETTE,  UNFILTERED  LANGUAGE,  and  WORKING  THREE  JOBS  AT  ONCE,  and  you  can  totally  believe  it,  given  they’re  SELFLESS  yet  OPINIONATED.  i  haven't  really  seen  the  TWENTY-EIGHT  year  old  BUSINESS  DEVELOPER  around  much  lately,  i've  been  hearing  rumours  of  them  getting  dreams  about  SHAMELESS  and  LEAVING  CHICAGO.  probably  nothing  serious  though..  /  (  lex,  she/they  )  

⌜  jung  hoyeon,  she/her,  cisfemale  ⌟  —  far  away  on  the  island  of  dreams...  hey,  do  you  hear  that?  sounds  like  LITTLE  DARK  AGE  by  MGMT,  must  just  be  RACHEL  ROTH  passing  through.  i’ve  heard  people  associate  them  with  UNWANTED  DESTINY,  DARK  SKIES,  and  THE  EERIE  FEELING  OF  A  FOREST,  and  you  can  totally  believe  it,  given  they’re  SELF  RELIANT  yet  MOODY.  i  haven’t  really  seen  the  TWENTY  year  old  STUDENT  around  much  lately,  i’ve  been  hearing  rumours  of  them  getting  dreams  about  DC  and  LOSING  CONTROL.  probably  nothing  serious  though..  /  (  lex,  she/they  )

⌜  miles  heizer,  he/they,  cismale  ⌟  —  far  away  on  the  island  of  dreams...  hey,  do  you  hear  that?  sounds  like  A  WINNER  NEEDS  A  WAND  by  SUFJAN  STEVENS,  must  just  be  WILL  BYERS  passing  through.  i’ve  heard  people  associate  them  with  THE  FELT  OF  A  WIZARDS  CAPE  and  VIDEO  GAME  VICTORY  MUSIC,  and  you  can  totally  believe  it,  given  they’re  GENTLE  yet  TIMID.  i  haven’t  really  seen  the  TWENTY  TWO  year  old  ENGINEERING  STUDENT  around  much  lately,  i’ve  been  hearing  rumours  of  them  getting  dreams  about  STRANGER  THINGS  and  LEAVING  HAWKINS.  probably  nothing  serious  though..  /  (  lex,  she/they  )

⌜  timothee  chalamet,  he/they,  cismale  ⌟  —  far  away  on  the  island  of  dreams...  hey,  do  you  hear  that?  sounds  like  SPACE  SONG  by  BEACH  HOUSE,  must  just  be  THEODORE  ‘LAURIE’  LAWRENCE  passing  through.  i’ve  heard  people  associate  them  with  FLEECE  JACKETS  and  LOVESICK  EYES,  and  you  can  totally  believe  it,  given  they’re  SUAVE  yet  CARELESS.  i  haven’t  really  seen  the  TWENTY  FIVE  year  old  BARISTA  around  much  lately,  i’ve  been  hearing  rumours  of  them  getting  dreams  about  LITTLE  WOMEN  and  PROFESSING  THEIR  FEELINGS  TO  JO.  probably  nothing  serious  though..  /  (  lex,  she/they  )

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For Sydney: March Hare (Esme) and Alice?

How has Sydney's existence impacted Esme and Alice?

Esme: Is it a cliche to say that in this revamp (haha) Sydney's existence allows Esme to experience raising a baby and heal that wound of her son's death? Besides that, they really bond over art and Esme loves nothing more than to spend a quiet evening with Sydney each working on their own art projects.

Alice: I think the fact that Alice can't see hybrids like Sydney has helped her be more comfortable with not knowing things. With the limits I've put on her gift, she feels like since she has this gift, she should be more omniscient than she is and she has felt guilty for not seeing family accidents. Syd helps her be more comfortable with the unknown. Of course with some plot points, that guilt comes up again ;)

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Rayne Sydney Amell

D.O.B: 26th day of Cloudreach (4th Month) 9:11 Dragon

Specialization: Blood Mage

Varric’s Nickname: Jewel

Other Nickname(s): The Wolf

Sexuality: Heterosexual with flirtationships

Height: 5′9

Weight/Body Type: 121lbs.

Romance:  Cullen Rutherford

Face Claim: Natalie Dormer

Rayne is very blunt, never beating around the bush. People either love or hate her, there is no real in-between. She comes off as hard, sharp, short-tempered, and anything but shy, but those that win her trust and are allowed closer know that she is also soft. Those that knew her before the Blight know that the hard edges she wears now are just a shield for the soft girl underneath.

Even after a decade, she hates being referred to as the Hero of Ferelden due to her guilt over lives lost, some – like those in the City of Amaranthine – by her own hand. As such, she never felt much like a hero. In truth, she hates any title in general and is not shy about letting her feelings be known on the subject.

She is not religious. Never believing in the Maker. It is said that the Maker left his children because he could not forgive them for their sins. Rayne believes if a god cannot forgive he is no god, and they have nothing to worry about. Rayne hates politics, she only respects those that show her respect and refuses to coddle to the whims of nobles.

But, she is fiercely loyal to those closest to her. Many describe her as a she-wolf, likely to rip out your throat for hurting those she loves in any way - quite literally. She might forgive any pain caused to her or her loved ones, but she will never forget.

Read her story in The Lion and the Wolf.

Portrait is by @cocotingo.

Rayne belongs to @dracoangelz.

Rayne’s blog can be found here.

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OC KISS WEEK 2017: DAY 5

Event: OC Kiss Week 2017 - Day 5: Fluffy Kiss OC’s: Melinda Gillian Renelle Words: 227 Universe: Dragon Age Inquisition Note: Rayne Sydney Rutherford belongs to @dracoangelz

I hope you like this mini short story...

LIKES AND/OR REBLOGS ARE LOVE ♥︎ THANK YOU FOR READING!

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Rayne sat crossed legged by a patch of grass. The tree in which she reclined, added a nice shade for her to stare at the parchment in her hand.

Her ears perked up as she heard a faint sound. She paused in her current task, smiling as she guessed who was nearby.

“You can come out now, Melinda,” she sing-songed as she scanned her paper and went back to whatever it was that held her attention.

“Aww man!” Melinda giggled as she jumped from the tree nearby. “What gave it away?” she whined.

“You suck at keeping quiet,” Rayne laughed.

Melinda pouted and went to see what she was working on. She hovered over Rayne as she paused for a moment for Melinda to see.

“Is that?”

“Yep.”

Melinda excited, took the parchment, even if it wasn’t done, from Rayne’s hands.

It was a portrait of Melinda looking like she was daydreaming.

“Rayne this is so amazing! Your drawings are glorious!” Melinda gushed.

Rayne nodded with her hand reaching for the paper. Melinda gave it back to her reluctantly. She wanted to keep it.

“It’s not finished.”

Melinda smiled and sat next to Rayne. With a kiss on her cheek she placed her head on her shoulder.

“You are an amazing friend.”

Rayne hummed in response as she continued to draw, Melinda watching silently in awe.

"By the way, Cullen was looking for you,” Melinda informed. 

“What for?” Rayne asked as she paused. 

Melinda raised her head from Rayne’s shoulder and got up, dusting herself off. 

“He just said it was very important. He was out and about this morning when I barely left my chambers. He was very worried.”

With a close to her sketch book, Rayne reluctantly got up. 

“And he didn’t think to find me in the gardens?”

Melinda shrugged, “I was too much in my own world to really ask why he didn’t.”

Rayne sighed, “And I was having a nice morning too.”

Melinda laughed, “he just called you in to see your beautiful face. I see you two. You two make me want to throw up rainbows.” 

Rayne laughed shaking her head as they both entered Skyhold’s castle.

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More for Sydney: Cheshire cat and Dormouse (pick someone in Volterra)?

Which canon character do they feel closest to?

The low hanging fruit answer for this is Carlisle and Esme. Besides them, I think in this iteration, she's closest to Edward. They're both the only singles out of the Cullen family (and also the youngest), so when the others are doing couple things, they gravitate towards each other. They like to listen to music together and Sydney likes watching him play piano. Edward also likes it when Syd comes to him to share something new she learned. Of course they also annoy each other like siblings do ("Mind your own business!" "You were literally thinking at me??").

What would they think of Marcus?

I'm gonna answer this one anyway lol

"Is he, like, okay? Does he look like he's wishing for death all the time? Has anyone tried to give him an antidepressant?"

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40 for Syd and 49+53 for Jasper?

40. Are they neurodivergent in any way? If so, tell us about their journey of navigating this part of their identity.

I don't think I can really answer this one. I know it's the point of the term, but neurodivergent is frustratingly unspecific. I tend to think it only means "people with autism/ADHD" (neither of which Sydney is) but I see it used for other things too and it seems everybody has their own definition. She has complex PTSD and anxiety but is that neurodivergent? I just don't know :P

49. What's their favorite store to be in? Least favorite?

Jasper likes the hardware store because he likes the smell of wood and likes getting things for Esme for her renovation projects. Like your headcanon about Edward, he hates being in the grocery store. 53. Any headcanons about them doing housework/yard work/maintenance?

I feel like I'm just repeating you, but Jasper and Emmett make bets (sometimes on the outcome of a sports game, sometimes on the stupidest things like how many times is Edward going to sigh morosely in one day) and loser has to do a chore they don't want to do. He also likes helping Esme in her renovation projects.

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For the Sensory Asks, want to do 39 for Sydney and 52 for Carlisle?

39. Any thoughts on how they keep things organized (or disorganized, as the case may be)?

The only thing that’s actually organized in Sydney’s room are her art supplies (group by type and color), her sketchbooks (by date started and finished), and her books and movies (loosely by genres). Her bed is often unmade and her clothes (dirty and clean) tend to be everywhere.

52. What's something they prefer to do the old-fashioned way?

Carlisle likes handwriting everything and greatly prefers using fountain pens to ballpoint. He prefers physical media (books, cds/vinyl/old records, dvds, etc.) to ebooks and streaming. He even likes lighting his study by candlelight on occasion.