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sequinsmile-x · 7 months

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I love your family fics... A happy marriage, happy kids, unlike what I had. You make my days better and I spend couple of hours before going to sleep reading all your fics. Thank you so much

Hi bestie!

I haven't stopped thinking about this message since I saw it last night. I genuinely feel honoured to help in anyway, and knowing you find comfort in my fics means more than I can put into words.

I've always said that I write because it helps me. It helps get thoughts out of my head, it stops me from thinking when I really don't want to, it helps me channel my creativity in a way that feels productive. And the fact it helps other people in whatever way? That's incredible to me.

Anyway, I thought I'd write you something that is for you. A fic where they are happy and have kids and have the family we all deserve. I hope you can come back to this as often as you need to, and know it was written with you in mind.

So this is for you, and anyone else who might need it!

-x-

Daylight

March 7th. The date that had once been carved on her gravestone and one she didn’t want to be written on her little girl’s birth certificate.

-x-

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Warnings: Pregnancy, labour/birth

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From the moment she found out her due date, she was determined that it wasn’t going to be her child's birthday. She’d gone as far as doing her own research, comforted by the fact there was only a 5% chance she’d have her little girl on the predicted date. She was further assured by the memory of her son’s birth. Oliver was almost two weeks late and she’d been induced. Aaron always joked that if he could, their 2-year-old son would climb back up inside of her, always keen to be wherever his mother was.

It mostly calms her nerves down, and lets her reassure herself for months that her daughter wouldn’t be exactly on time, that the day would pass as it did every year with little fanfare.

March 7th. The date that had once been carved on her gravestone and one she didn’t want to be written on her little girl’s birth certificate.

It felt wrong. The thought of something so happy, so full of joy as they completed their family, being on the same date as the day she died. The day her life changed forever five years ago, altered in a way she once thought she’d never get past. She didn’t want to associate her daughter, her sweet face still not something Emily could quite picture yet, with the worst day of her life. When her found family’s opinion of her was permanently shifted, when she died to save them, sent to another continent by the man she was now lucky enough to call her husband and the father of her children.

It wasn’t going to happen, not if she could help it.

Which was why she was absolutely not in labour.

She’d felt the first twinges in the middle of the night. The discomfort had torn her from sleep, her hand flying to her belly before she was even fully awake. She’d told herself they were Braxton Hicks contractions, something she’d been experiencing on and off for a couple of weeks. The pains had continued but were few and far between, and by the time Aaron woke up in the morning she’d half convinced herself it was nothing and just what came with being very pregnant.

Denial, she would later realise, was a very powerful thing.

She gets through most of the day ignoring that the pains are getting closer and the fact that Aaron keeps asking if she’s okay, clearly accepting the fact she was in labour much faster than she was. She shrugs him off, insisting she’s fine as she grips the arm of the couch whilst her stomach tenses and pain rolls over her like a wave. She gets through it, wanting nothing more than to simply make it to the end of the day, to get past midnight so her baby would be born on any other day.

Jessica comes round to pick up the boys after dinner, something that they’d agreed she’d start to do every evening in the lead-up to the baby being born so she wouldn’t have to come over in the middle of the night if Emily went into labour. Emily hugs Jack and Oliver a little tighter than she usually does as she says goodnight to them, aware, even underneath all her stubborn refusal, that the next time she sees them Oliver will no longer be her baby, and Jack will be an older brother again.

She’s standing in the kitchen making herself a snack when she’s stopped by another wave of pain, the spoon of peanut butter she’d had in her hand clattering to the countertop. She groans as she leans forward, her elbows on the kitchen counter as she breathes out slowly. She shifts her hips side to side, attempting to ease some of the pressure in her back.

“Sweetheart, I really think we should go to the hospital” Aaron says, reaching out to rub firm circles on her back, something that they’d figured out had provided her relief during her labour with Oliver, “The contractions are getting closer-”

“They aren’t contractions,” she insists as she cuts him off, her denial starting to sound weak even to herself, “It’s just some back pain,” she looks up at him. She attempts to smile, blowing out a breath as the wave of pain comes to an end, the tension in her body finally lifting, “I have done this before you know,” she says, trying to lighten the mood, to convince him that everything was fine. That she wasn’t having this baby today, “I know what I’m doing.”

Aaron watches her carefully and sighs as he shifts his hands to her hips and gently turns her to look at him. He sighs as he tucks some of her hair behind her ear, his knuckles brushing against her cheek. He knew what was wrong, what was making his usually logical wife act so out of character, what was making her deny the obvious. He knew the significance her due date held the moment the doctor had told them, the day engraved into his memory just as it once had been on a gravestone that bore her name. He’d been preparing for this eventuality since that appointment, aware that whilst it was unlikely she’d give birth on her due date it wasn’t impossible.

She’d been defying the odds since the day he’d met her, so why would now be any different?

“I know what day it is, Em,” he says carefully, his heart twisting in his chest as she tenses. He cups her jaw and rubs his thumb back and forth over her cheek, “I understand what you’re trying to do, but you are in labour and we need to get the two of you to the hospital, okay?”

She clenches her teeth, misplaced irritation aimed at him flooding through her in an instant. Sometimes she hated how well he knew her, how he could read her like a book. It had been jarring when they first got together before she allowed herself to settle into the comfort of the way he loved her. She’d mistaken the way he liked to care for her as control, the small but loving actions he did to make her day easier, difficult to get used to. Cups of coffee before she’d ask for them, snacks placed in front of her before she even knew she was hungry. His embrace always willing and waiting to hug her, to provide comfort she still wasn’t very good at asking for. She shakes off the irritation, a physical movement of her head that ends with her leaning into his palm, his thumb wiping away the tear that the movement dislodges from her lashline.

“Today can’t be her birthday,” she says, her voice raw, torn open by emotions she’d stuffed in her chest for months, the words sharp and bitter as they finally escape from where she’d held them captive. She places her hand on her stomach, her arm curling around her bump as she tries to protect her unborn daughter, “It just can’t be, Aaron. I never want to associate…”

She drifts off, her voice catching as she tries and fails to suppress a sob. He tugs her forward, looping his arms around her as best as he can with their daughter trapped between them. He shushes her, his lips against her forehead as he rubs his hand up and down her back.

“Sweetheart, today might end up being her birthday,” he says softly, shushing her again when she holds on tighter, her fingers digging into his skin so tightly he can feel her blunt nails through his shirt, “But that means it’s the start of something new, right?” He asks, pulling back to look at her, his heart clenching at the look on her face, the unshed tears in her eyes, “It means that today wouldn’t just be sad, it would be good too. A new beginning for us.”

She sniffs, blowing out a steady breath as she wipes her face, irritated at herself as more tears fall onto her cheeks, “I just hate that he’s in this,” she says, hiccuping through a sob as she speaks, “He tried to kill me, he almost did, and the anniversary of that might end up being the day she's born.”

“Ian is not in this,” he says firmly but calmly, cupping her cheek to make her look up at him, her gaze having drifted to the floor at the mention of Ian’s name. She furrows her brow and scoffs and he smiles softly at her, storing away yet another moment in their lives when she managed to look intimidating even when crying, “He isn’t. It’s just you, me, the boys and our little girl.” He places his hand on her stomach, linking his fingers through hers, “We’re about to meet her, and that’s in spite of him, not because of him.”

She blows out a breath as she nods, leaning forward and pressing her head into his shoulder, “You’re right.”

He smiles and kisses the side of her head, “Really? I don’t think you’ve ever said that before.”

She hums and pulls away, wiping her cheeks again, “Yeah,” she says, stamping a kiss on his lips, “Plus, my water just broke all over your shoes.”

He pulls back and he looks between his now wet shoes and floor, the damp patch on her sweats, and the smirk on her face. He leans forward and kisses her, a fierce but quick thing against her lips, before he pulls back.

“I’ll get you some fresh sweats and grab myself some different shoes, then we’ll go to the hospital,” he says, squeezing her hand before he lifts it to kiss her knuckles, “Let’s go have a baby.”

She nods, her smile only fading when he’s out of the room again, her hand on her stomach as she starts to feel the beginning of another contraction, rolling through her body as it’s chased by anxiety she can’t shift.

“Yeah,” she says, blowing out a steady breath, “Let’s go have a baby.”

___

She grunts as she leans back against Aaron, whining as her body is barely given a chance to rest, her next contraction already building.

“Fuck,” she exclaims, squeezing Aaron’s hands tightly, “This sucks. This is so much worse than I remember,” she huffs out a breath, “Why didn’t I remember how much this sucks?”

“It’s nature’s way of tricking us into having more than one child,” her doctor says from the end of the bed, looking up at Emily from between her legs, her hand comfortingly on her knee, “Just another couple of pushes and your daughter will be here, Emily.”

Emily whimpers, a sound she would later deny entirely, and rests her head on her husband’s shoulder to look up at him. He’d climbed into the bed behind her hours ago, taking the same position he had when she gave birth to Oliver, her support both physically and emotionally as she brought their child into the world. She looks at their joint hands and sees the time on his watch.

11.35 pm

“Maybe she can wait 25 minutes,” she says, looking at her doctor, “It’s just another 25 minutes.”

The doctor exchanges a quick look with Aaron. He’d pulled her aside when they arrived, giving her a very abridged version of what was happening, why his wife was so hesitant to give birth today. He knows Emily wouldn’t thank him for it if she knew, but he wanted to keep her and their little girl safe, even if it meant enduring her wrath at a later date.

“Emily,” the doctor says, her smile so kind it makes Emily ache, “give me your hand.”

She nods, unclasping one of her hands from Aarons and reaching out to her doctor, letting her guide her until her fingers touch the top of her baby’s head, tears springing to her eyes as she chokes out a sob.

“She’s got so much hair,” she breathes out, her voice shaking almost as much as she was.

“And she’s almost here,” the doctor says, “We don’t have 25 minutes.”

Emily nods and leans back against Aaron, reaching for his hand again, her body starting to take over, pushing despite the fact she really doesn’t want to. She falls back against her husband again as she takes a moment to breathe in between pushes, aware that with every passing second, she gets closer to having her little girl in her arms.

“It’s all your fault you know,” she says, squeezing his hands tightly, “She gets it from you.”

He chuckles softly, his lips against the side of her head, “She gets what from me, sweetheart?”

She groans as the next contraction starts, “Being punctual.”

Her words turn into a scream as she pushes for a final time, her body sagging into Aaron’s as the piercing cry of a baby fills the room. Emily breathes out and it catches in her chest as her daughter is held up for her to see and she reaches her shaking hands to hold her.

“Congratulations,” the doctor says, her words, and everything other than Aaron and the baby in her arms, fading away as Emily looks at her daughter's face for the first time.

“Hi sweet girl,” she says, tears spilling down her cheeks as she holds the still-screaming baby against her chest, “Look at you,” she looks up at Aaron and isn’t surprised to see he’s crying too, “Look at her.”

“She’s beautiful,” he says, kissing his wife, “I love you so much,” he murmurs against her lips before he looks at the baby, now slightly calmer as she settles against Emily, “Hi princess,” he says, his eyes taking in every feature of her face, committing it to memory because he knew how much of a thief time was, how quickly she’d change right in front of him, “You look just like Mommy.”

Emily chuckles, “Sorry about the nose, baby,” she says, rubbing her hand up and down her daughter’s back, shifting to press her lips against her forehead. She looks up at her husband, “What time is it?”

Aaron looks at his watch and then back at his wife, blowing out a slow breath before he answers, “It’s 11.50, sweetheart.”

She chokes out a noise somewhere between a laugh and a sob, shaking her head as she looks back down at her daughter.

“That’s okay,” she says, her voice still shaking, overwhelmed with hormones and emotions she can’t find the name for. Suddenly everything she’d spent months worrying about didn’t seem to matter. She doesn’t feel sad, or disappointed, two things that seem impossible as she looks at her newborn’s face, but instead she feels happy, overwhelming joy she never thought she’d get to feel at this time five years ago, “That’s more than okay,” she strokes a finger up and down her daughter’s cheek, “Happy birthday, sweet girl.”

___

Emily smiles as she rests her head on Aaron’s shoulder, looking down at the baby girl in his arms. They were snuggled together in her hospital bed, both of them exhausted but happy as they stared at the latest addition to their family.

“Jess said she’s on the way,” Aaron says softly, looking at his wife. She was beautiful in her exhaustion, ethereal almost with her hair in the braids he’d done for her after she’d showered, “Apparently the boys are very excited to meet their sister.”

She hums as she reaches out to touch the baby’s head, stroking over the thick dark hair that was impossibly soft, “We need to think of a name,” she says as she continues to stroke her hair, “None of the ones we thought of seem right.”

They’d gone back and forth for months, arguing over girl's names ever since they’d found out they were having a daughter. Nothing seemed like it fit their little girl, especially now they were looking at her. The baby starts to fuss and Aaron immediately hands her to Emily, smiling at the sight of his girls together.

“I have a suggestion,” he says as Emily settles the baby into her arms, her smile soft as she looks up at him.

“Yeah? What is it?” She asks rocking the baby as she calms down, content to be in her mother’s arms.

“Alba,” he replies, reaching out and adjusting the blanket around the baby, “It means dawn, or sunrise,” his smile turns shy as she stares at him, her expression unreadable to him for once, “Since she’s our family’s new beginning.”

She chuckles, the sound wet as it catches in her lungs, and she shakes her head at him, “How long have you had that in your back pocket?”

He shrugs, “Since we found out your due date,” he says, watching as she looks back down at the baby, nerves making his heart seize, “If you don’t like it-”

“I love it,” she says, cutting him off as she looks at him, her smile wide, “It suits her. Alba Hotchner.”

“Alba it is,” he replies, leaning forward to press a kiss to her lips, his hand cupping the back of their daughter’s head, “Hi Alba.”

There’s a knock at the door just before it opens and Jessica’s head pops around it, “Is there a tiny baby in here?” She asks, her smile soft, “I have two very excited little boys out here.”

Aaron stands up, “Come on in.”

As the door opens fully he grabs Oliver, hauling the toddler onto his hip as he makes a beeline for his mother.

“Remember what we said, Ollie,” he says, walking over, his other arm around Jack’s shoulder as his eldest is more controlled in his excitement.

“Gentle with Mama and baby sissy,” Oliver says, his thumb in his mouth as he looks at Emily, his smile wide as he rests his head on Aaron’s shoulder, “Hi Mama.”

“Hi sweet boy,” she says, making sure Alba is tucked safely in the crook of one of her arms whilst she wraps the other around Oliver once Aaron eases him onto the bed, “I missed you.”

Oliver snuggles up into her side, a little rougher than she can take, and she hides a wince, never wanting to scare him, “Missed Mama.”

Emily smiles at Jack who was standing next to the bed peering into the bundle in her arms. He beams at her, the same excitement in his eyes that he had when he first met Oliver a couple of years ago. There were moments when she wondered if Jack missed when life was just him Aaron, when it was quiet and he didn’t have a little brother, and now sister, splitting his parent's attention and following his every move, but then there were moments like this. When she saw the love in his eyes, the joy she’d been a part of, her role in helping Aaron fulfil his final promise to Haley something she held dear.

“Jack, Ollie,” she says, looking between her sons, purposely ignoring the clicks of both Jess and Aaron’s camera phones as she speaks, “This is Alba.”

“She’s so pretty,” Jack says as he looks at his sister and then back at Emily, “She looks like you, Mom.”

Emily unwraps her arm from around Oliver and cups Jack’s cheek, pulling him in his kiss his forehead. She still wasn’t entirely used to him calling her Mom, and part of her hoped she never would be. That it would always make her feel as overjoyed as she had the first time, that random Tuesday morning when she’d shifted from Emily to Mom with little fanfare from the little boy.

“Thanks, sweetie,” she says, “Do you want to hold her?”

Jack opens his mouth to say yes, but is cut off by his younger brother, his voice a little too loud in the otherwise peaceful room.

“I want sissy,” he insists, his eyebrows furrowing in a way that never failed to make him look exactly like Aaron.

“You can both hold her,” Aaron says, stepping forward to pick up Oliver and placing him in the large chair next to the bed, “Jack, you sit next to your bother.”

Jack nods enthusiastically and does as he’s told, “I remember what to do,” he says, wrapping one of his arms around his brother, “We have to be gentle, and make sure her head is supported.”

Emily hands over Alba to Aaron, ignoring her instinct to snatch her back even though she wasn’t leaving her line of sight.

“That’s right Jack,” Aaron says, handing Alba to Jack, making sure that she was safely in the laps of her brothers. He stays close, his hand under Jack’s elbow to provide additional support. He turns to look at his wife as he sees a flash go off, and he raises his eyebrow at her when he sees her phone in her hands pointing at them all.

“What?” She asks, raising her eyebrow in challenge, “You can take pictures and I can’t?”

He winks at her before he turns his attention back to his children, softly talking to the boys as they ask questions about Alba. Jessica walks over too, leaning over the back of the chair to look at her niece. Their conversation fades out as Emily looks at the picture of her husband and children on her phone. She immediately sets it as her wallpaper, wanting it as a reminder of what she has now, what she had been able to create for herself despite everything.

Her new beginning and happy ending wrapped up all in one, the soft epilogue she knew she truly deserved.

-x-

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multifandominfj · 4 months

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A movie character you’d want to be besties with.

Mine: Celia Foote. She did not deserve the way she was treated in “The Help”. She cares about people. She’d bring you a pie if you were feeling down, or take you out for a night on the town to forget your troubles.

Celia Foote would be a ride or die kinda bitch. And the way Jessica Chastain portrayed her was so brilliantly done.

#the help #celia foote #jessica chastain #cinephile #movie opinions

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gggoldfinch · 4 months

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thoughts on the second dune movie starting to diverge from the books in terms of themes/timeline?

MANNN GOOD QUESTION BESTIE see I'm actually kinda torn, because on one hand I LOVE the timeline of the book, yet on the other hand it's done so well in the movie that I can't be THAT mad.

The divergences I was most miffed about were 1. the lack of the 2 year time frame (or however long that was)/ Leto II drama, and 2. the lack of baby Alia (because imo she's one of the best parts about the latter half of the book). However, I do think Denis Villeneuve did a very fair and respectful job at changing the story to fit within a reasonable time frame. He didn't add anything horrendous, didn't change the story, just modified it.

Now, if it were up to me, I'd give Dune 1 + 2 the LOTR treatment and rally for an extended cut with all the scenes that were cut from both movies (i.e. all Piter's scenes from pt1, Tim Blake Nelson's role that didn't end up appearing in pt2, the Thufir Hawat plot arc that was just completely absent from pt2????, the dinner scene from pt1 that wasn't included :( , all of the baby Alia scenes that were nixed for whatever reason, I could go on for ages tbh). But alas I don't think an extended cut is happening, since Villeneuve seems set on this being his perfect vision.

As for themes, I rather liked the agency that was given to Chani, in her constant railing against Paul. However unfortunately I just didn't feel the chemistry between them, whether or not that was intentional idk. It really just felt like Paul was obsessed with her and she was like meh you're okay, which is kinda how they were portrayed, but not the same vibe I got from the book. I like that Chani is more of a strong character in the movie, but idk their dynamic just fell flat for me tbh.

And tbh I loved the fact that Jessica was more overtly portrayed as a villain. Seeing her descent into madness and fanatic religious zeal was incredible and her talking to conscious fetus Alia was fucking craaazy.

TLDR I'm mostly just upset about baby Alia's role being done away with in pt2. I wanted to see her shank Baron SOOOO bad; the scene in Dune 1984 where she's walking thru fire holding the knife and gom jabbar in ecstasy is one of my favorite cinematic shots ever tbh it lives rent free (despite the movie being... um... the movie).

what I deserved ^^^

#dune 2 spoilers #ask

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ptersparkers · 2 years

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you are so right!! Jessica Brooks deserves the world and more, and i'm so happy that she got a bestie in reader :') they love each other sm!!!

thinking that jess will show up because she’s picking you up and aaron opens the door, and he’s like??????? did i forget that you’re picking jack up

you show up in a pretty outfit that matches jessica��s and explain that you guys are going out to dinner and plan on getting a little tipsy before coming home (he begs both of you not to drive drunk and both of you are like aaron. we’re drinking, sobering up, then driving home)

you both talk about life, relationships, jack, and EVERYTHING. like text tell her about mildly embarrassing moments with aaron or about how jack scored a few goals if she wants able to come

tbh you guys are bffs and when jack grows up he lowkey jokes with his dad and he’s like “so is y/n your wife or not”

#ily jack #in my head he makes that joke when he’s 15 or so #aaron is like damn. y’all are on the same wavelength and it’s freaky #but he’s so happy you both get along #aaron hotchner x reader #fem reader #aaron hotchner #ask #anonymous #my writing

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itlivesproject · 1 year

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here is the abel simp anon ILW FINALE thought dump (part 2! covers from when we play as devon until as we play as rowan)

2 months later? damn

NOW PLAYING AS DEVON??????? I HAD TO PUT THE GAME DOWN JUST TO GASP

….the memorial? oh dear grab the tissues

WE SAVED EVERY POSSIBLE SURVIVOR LET’S GO

connor is back and i am just as in love with him as ever

“Besides, you know how great a couple she and Abel make. I'm sure they're both doing great together.” i think i actually just squeaked

YOU CAN’T REMIND ME OF MAYOR GREEN.. AFTER WHAT YOU DID TO HER ???

and janie :(

loha… she deserved so much better :(

and finally, jessica, the start of it all (whose cg remains to be one of the best things i’ve ever seen in my life)

lincoln giving ratty matty’s money to a nonprofit for DA, that’s our guy!!!!!

i think lincoln aquino is a beautiful name! much better than the ties to the mcquoid name, i’m happy for him<3

amalia and jocelyn being besties? impeccable friendship

AND THE CURE IS WORKING! I’M SO HAPPY FOR THEM ALL

and amalia’s school record are fixed ??? THAT’S MY GIRL!!! SHE’S GONNA BE THE BEST LAWYER THIS WORLD HAS EVER SEEN

ELLIOT AND ROBBIE!!!!

harper and tom being the cutest for 1 minute straight

omg devon and harper having a handshake?? besties confirmed

CONNOR AND NOAH MY LOVES

someone pay for connor’s therapy PLEASE he will need bucket-loads of it at this point

THE COPS DROPPED NOAH’S INVESTIGATION?? MY BOY!! HE IS FREE!!!

“you know you can stay here for as long as you need” CONNOR AND NOAH ARE BEST FRIENDS CANONICALLY BECAUSE I SAY SO

noah’s mother hate club ‼️

sunny and luis deserve every happiness this world has to offer

ava thinking that being possessed was cool is so on brand😭

“Also, you need therapy.” dan keepin things real

the green siblings have my whole heart

CONNOR DIRTY THIRTY???????????? this is truly the best possible ending.

new music track????

“I love you when you're teasing me, I love you when we fight. love you when you're covered in blood or monster guts.” “Connor tells you these words every morning when you wake up, and every night when he goes to bed, but somehow, it always manages to feel like it's the first time he's said them.” he is the only man to ever exist. (alongside abel of course)

also connor, strong disagree with the chocolate in the fridge thing

STOP IT !???? PROPOSAL ???!?????? I STOOD UP. I WAS SAT DOWN AND I HAD TO STAND UP.

YES. HELL YES. MARRIAGE?!!

“Come on, sweetheart. Marry me?” WELL HOW THE HELL DO I SAY NO TO THAT???

i am grinning like a FOOL

“Your heart lifts to your throat as you examine the ring. It's so detailed, so personal. Leaves, like the forest around you, the forest you fell in love in. Your initials carved into the bottom. A diamond like you've always wanted.” i think i just died and went to heaven. HE IS THE CUTEST MAN EVER STOP IT

AND HE MADE IT HIMSELF? why don’t men like him actually exist.

i am now sat back down but i will stand back up if i need to. that is a threat.

THERES MORE?

“It's a house. With a yard for a dog, and enough rooms for guests and offices, and an address that doesn't confuse delivery drivers. It looks happy. And it's ours, if you want it.” the only reason i am not crying rn is because i am positively overwhelmed

i could literally quote all of his dialogue because it is all so incredible but i’m going to stop because this is long enough as it is😭

“God, you're so put together and capable. It's hot.” devon keeping it real

“Sweetheart, I love you, but all my lines work on you.” i said i would stop quoting connor and i lied, i just love him so much

“It’s no wonder there are deep grooves in the paint” YOU DIDN’T

for the one and only connor dirty thirty…. you guys nailed it (😏) also fun fact, if you remember getting as ask right at the very start of the project asking if connor green was in it and if we could bang him… that was me😳

“He wraps his arms around you, and it feels like coming home” ok it’s like you’re TRYING to get me to tear up now

(continued in part 3!)

-abel simp anon🤍

PART TWO

#ask #anon #mod win #abel simp anon

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dangerously-human · 1 year

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💧, 🌩️, 🌧️ :) feel free to ignore any you don't have any more answers for, hehe

Oh, bestie, I have SO much to say about my WIPs, not even close to a worry about not enough answers to go around. I'm currently in a stage of trying to convince myself not to add more to the pile, lol, maybe try to finish at least one before taking on any more. Although... No, nope, shouldn't, shan't!

💧Share something romantic/hot from your WIP, or just something sweet if it's gen.

From an early chapter of the conversations with Jessica fic:

“You don’t really mind, do you? Oh, why do I even - who do I think I am, Marissa Fittes?” He ran an anxious hand through his hair, then frowned; he’d have to rearrange it before they left. Ideally before Lucy got back from her shopping. Funny, wasn’t it, how often they saw each other in pajamas and bedhead, yet it suddenly seemed like the most important thing in the world for him to look his best before she got home. At the thought of his fingers brushing hers as he handed her the necklace, his heart skipped a beat. It was a feeling alarmingly similar to the sensation when he’d missed a step sprinting into a drippy basement on a case last week, tumbling down the bottom third of the staircase with rapier in hand, somehow landing wrong end up with Lucy scarcely managing to suppress a giggle as she helped him up. Her hand had been sort of dry and warm then, scraped and calloused, and he imagined it would probably be the same tonight, with the silver chain links pooling in her palm.

🌩️ Share something funny/cracky from your WIP.

I was going to save this bit from the Locklyle library fic, because it's the best bit and I wanted that to be a surprise for when I posted it or something, but I keep cackling about this one every time I read it and I think everyone else deserves to get some out-of-context joy from this too:

“Lockwood,” I interrupted, feeling distinctly as though something in the vicinity of my lungs was about to explode.

“Yes?”

“Don’t you think you’ve skipped over something?”

His eyebrows drew together in confusion. I couldn’t find the words, so I sort of thrust my notably empty left hand in the air and wiggled it around helplessly.

“Oh.” He gestured at the sapphire necklace around my throat. “I did mention the undying devotion bit, didn’t I?”

🌧️Share something angsty from your WIP.

More from the conversations with Jessica fic (which I swear is about equally as sweet and silly as it is tug-at-the-heartstrings!):

“Contrary to popular opinion, I do know what I’m doing sometimes. She can’t keep this up, these friendly chats with ghosts! It puts us all in jeopardy, Lucy most of all. You should have seen her last night, halfway to ghost-lock, utterly defenseless. She was just standing there, too far gone to even fight back…” A shudder gripped him. “She thinks it’s harmless, just testing the limits of her Talent, but, Jessica, the ghost nearly made it to her before I did. I couldn’t even save her; if it weren’t for Holly, she’d have fallen for sure. I can’t let her risk it again. Because I—” Lockwood clamped his mouth shut. There was a truth itching to get out that wasn’t fully formed yet, and he felt suddenly uneasy about what the others might overhear, even if they were two floors down readying themselves for the evening’s outing to the Chelsea containment zone.

#personal #writer probs: fanfic edition #lockwood & co

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cutest-bunny-writings · 3 months

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Hi Bunny!!!!

I just wanna say that I hear you with your food related rant. My bestie/sister is in the middle of getting allergy shots for the sole purpose of hopefully not having to be stuck for days in a hospital when we travel to Asia in a few years. All of her allergies developed when she hit puberty and when her family moved to a different base. Now, she is highly allergic to tree nuts and any and all fresh produce.

When people find out that she’s allergic to all fresh fruits and vegetables, they look at her so skeptically. As if she was lying. My biggest pet peeve is when people say that, “are you sure? Can’t you at least try?”. Bitch please, say it again around the anaphylactic reaction that’s gonna happen. You wanna pay her bills because she can’t live her life and go to work? Be my fucking guest.

All that to say, yes. Having allergies are the absolute worst and I wouldn’t wish it on anyone. Except if you are the Orange head. Then please, be allergic to everything and not make America regress, but I digress. 😬😬😬

My worst memories with food are at friends' birthday parties and family get-togethers.

"What do you mean she can't have royal icing? She looks fine to me!" - age 5, friend's mom

"Yeah right, she totally can't have red Hawaiian Punch specifically because of a red dye 'allergy'." <- age 7, my paternal aunt

"Has she even tried walnuts before? Her tongue itching is just what they do, it's normal." <- age 8.5, this lady was apparently blissfully unaware of symptoms of allergies, my friend's mom

"She can have another orange, it's fine." <- age 4, was not fine as I was allergic to excesses of citric acid and developed hives from the consumption of excess, my daycare caretaker

"She can eat the damn yogurt and bananas for breakfast, she's lying about throwing up." <- age 9, I have ARFID, my babysitter

These are all ones I can remember now but I know there's been more to the extent that some of my relatives would refer to me as "Little Jessica" in a whiny tone to basically shame me and my mom for flat out refusing to eat certain things. They would always blame her for eating the same few things and that obviously negatively affected how I eat.

Every fucking time someone tries to feed me something I know I can't eat until i read the ingredient label, I look at them and ask "do you want to be the one that has to explain to medical staff what caused the need for my stomach to be pumped or have an immediate administration of epinephrine? You'd also be paying for those bills you would cause. I need to know what's in EVERYTHING I consume, so tell what the fuck is in that thing you're trying to give me."

My favorite understanding person through all of this was my original babysitter's son, Tiny. I don't remember what his legal name is. He was like late teens/early 20's and he is still this big, hulking biker dude. The first time I met him, I thought he looked mountainous and could crush me with one step, but he turned out to be incredibly nice.

This man would go on whole entire grocery runs just to buy food that he knew I could eat. Wheat bread and organic peanut butter, chicken breasts, and so on.

He would let me sleep on him while we watched Scooby-Doo and his pitbull, Rizz (yes, that was really her name), would get so excited when I was over there.

I guess what I have to say with this is: you become isolated when you can't have the same things as everyone else, but when a small beacon of hope manifests itself, it's a relieving thing.

Everyone deserves to enjoy to food and love it.🌹🍽

#bunny's rants #you deserve to love food🌹#asks #ask #answered asks #answer #answered

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stopjessicamachado · 1 year

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Dirty Laundry

A post from someone on social media about Jessica and her dirty laundry

Jessica is a candidate for office. We figured that since she attacks almost every single political figure she comes across, now it’s her turn to face the music.

Almost everyone is afraid of her because of what she has done to other people in surrounding communities. She’s burned big bridges in New Bedford, Fall River, Swansea, and Somerset. But Somerset seems to be the only community that embraces and puts up with her. SOBBP is her cult. They love her. She feels accepted. What does that say about us? Rhetorically asking of course.

Well guess what? I’m done watching her do this to GOOD people that don’t deserve it. Almost no one will speak up to her or defend themselves. She runs around town(s) trying to drag people down. Trying to ruin their name and smear their good character, all under he guise of the 1st Amendment. Allegedly, of course.

Now it’s time for her to look in the mirror and face the music. She is a candidate running for office after all.

It’s hard to believe that all of these things have ONE PERSON in common. I mean, (like she says), allegedly of course. IMHO. Because using the word “allegedly” seems to make the bullies feel empowered to say whatever they want. They use it all the time as if it covers their asses. Now it’s my turn to try it. Allegedly, of course.

So what say you, good people, what do all of these things have in common? Or should I say, who?

Allegedly, of course.

• Person that video tapes herself calling teachers “greedy f*cks”

• Person that video tapes herself saying people should teach kids the word “c*nt”

• Supported Jasiel Correia getting re-elected in his own recall election after he was indicted

• Got fired from Bank of America job

• Got fired from WSAR before even having a confirmed show

• Lost two elections in landslides and has never been elected

• Best friend got fired from Somerset School System

• Videotaped breaking into North Elementary to “prove a point”, deleted the video and denies it

• Opened a consignment shop in Somerset and went bankrupt, only to screw over the donors and keep their goods, also didn’t pay rent and got evicted

• Has a Harassment Prevention Order (HPO, restraining order) that has been extended twice due to lack of behaving

• Harasses people using multiple fake profiles

• Commiserates with the new police chief

• Is loved and used by Save Our Bay Brayton Point (SOBBP)

• Uses her own kids as pawns in political agenda

• Has several court appearances for credit default

• Besties with Chris Murphy

• Is widely known in Bristol County as a bully

• Compulsive liar

• Compulsive crier, especially when caught

• Blames everyone else for own problems

• Blackmails anyone that gets in the way

• Created a “safety” group for schools and would divulge details from the school safety committee to help her own personal political agenda, putting the kids’ safety at risk

• Likes to say “I’m friends with the chief”

The list goes on and I’m sure I’m missing much more. ALLEGEDLY of course…

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Omg everyone who made Mr and Mrs Park/Spy x Family connections, exactly that's what I said! The resemblance is so funny

Today's outfits ahhhhh marching band x sailor boys x commanders? God the hwarms were out ofc and Mingi's cute hair! and ATZ OST?!

Maybe c-word would've been better tbh, because I used to have bronchitis as a child and it was hell and this time is no better...

Jdjshdususudhd omfg I'm sorry, but happy birthday in advance 😊 and I'm sorry that you're not seeing SVT even though they're in your town 😭

I'm happy Shinee members have their own musical identities and their releases are so different. Bad Love was so good and deserves more, because visually omg? I still get awful flashbacks from trying to open one of the album versions, but the idea behind it was cool af. Btw Jessica I watched her on this show good for her for coming back to music, but I'm 50-50 on her behaviour.

Like...I can't blame younger gens fans for not knowing everyone, but at least be respectful 😭 some weirdo Atinys called Shinee old men when they were promoting together with Ateez and??? Yes pls spare some performances SNSD. BM is definitely her best work! Omg I remember that prime minister thing even though I haven't seen it shusiabsnsjsjbshshs

Stop because I checked and indeed some Noddy's including the OG were voiced by women even in my dub it was a woman...

Wow bestie in her Yunho era lmao, I keep looking at Mingi this era as well though shit isn't that bad, Hongjoong lost his points for ditching cruella hair, but I had my HJ moments too. Have fun on your city vacation, unfortunately without Yunho 🙉🙈🙊

I don't know any CEO guys, I'm sorry

God finally that guy (Pique) is so embarrassing and obsessed with slandering Real, like fucking get a grip. I have personal vendetta against him and Busquets, not only they're annoying on field, but we were on holidays at the same place once and 🔪🔪🔪🔪 they were kinda assholes. Yeah every time a big name leaves a club it's :O

Literally I was like "Hwa my guy you got cosy with her, let me have this" but I hope he sees Sunmi in concert one day and I hope I see HIM in concert so we can both be satisfied

DAYS with Taehyung (Driver At Your Service) lmao

Yeah bestie I ordered from so many stores 🤯 I'm gonna drown in their albums, but I'll install anti Baek lock!

Waiting for Hwa in crocs I actually got crocs from my friend cause nowadays people are into wearing crocs with charms and I bought some. I wore them outside once 😭 me a huge crocs anti, but the charms 🥰

Btw had a Hwa dream and 😳 he made aesthetic cooking and baking vids like this and everyone was like OMG WHO'S THAT GUY, HIS VOICE AND HANDS ARE SOOOOOOO. And then one day I stumbled upon a cafe called "Little Star" and the guy behind the counter seemed VERY familiar, turns out I found the YT guy irl 😭 and I would go there basically every day like a simp even though it wasn't in my neighbourhood. My mind lmaoooo

Your link is gone 👀 but look such a hot cute loser also wtf is this??? SEROTONIN BUT NOT HIM CHOKING. Surfer bf - DV 💖

hi hello!!! this iS SO VERY LATE DBDBD

Omg everyone who made Mr and Mrs Park/Spy x Family connections, exactly that's what I said! The resemblance is so funny

DJDJDJD WE LOVE TO SEE THE TWO WORLDS COLLIDING 😭😭 have to fully watch it now dbdb

Today's outfits ahhhhh marching band x sailor boys x commanders? God the hwarms were out ofc and Mingi's cute hair! and ATZ OST?!

THEY LOOLED SO GOOD TOO !!!! the sailor shit just gets me 📉📈📉📈📉 THE HWARMS 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😩 MINGIS RED STREAKS PLS HES SO CUTE 😭😭😭 but the blue ones??? 😮‍💨😮‍💨 ATEEZOST PLS THIS IS THEIR YEAR FULLY

Maybe c-word would've been better tbh, because I used to have bronchitis as a child and it was hell and this time is no better...

NAURRRR IS IT ANY BETTER NOW?? DRINK WATER ALOT BC IT GOES AWAY QUICK!! PL DRINK FBNDBDFN LOTS OF FLUIDS 😭😭

Jdjshdususudhd omfg I'm sorry, but happy birthday in advance 😊 and I'm sorry that you're not seeing SVT even though they're in your town 😭

FBWJDHKW ITS PERFECTLY GOOD DBDB MAYBE ITS NOT MY TIME <33 BEST FRIEND HEAR ME. I WAS. 15 MINUTES. AWAY. FROM. HOSHI TWO DAYS AGO. 10 MINS FROM JOSHUA. IM GONNA START CRYING 😭😭

yes exactly!!! they all have such different styles and aura’s and their music shows exactly that and it’s soooooo good,,, BRWMDHWK IT WAS SO VERY PRETTY DBDBDJJD U BOUGHT IT? WHICH VERSION?? omg is the show even good? i stopped watching cshow’s after the lay on produce 101 chinese ver bffb,, NO BC WHYS JESSICA IN THE SAME GROUP AS HER MANS EX DBDBD

tbh half, if not, most of the new fans lack respect & they be younger than them too. and then don’t respect the culture of it all and sorts and then get mad 😭😭 LMFAOOOO TJAKDJWKDJWK ID CALL THEM OLD MEN TOO BUT ENDEARINGLY DKDJDJDJ YES BM DEF IS !!! FINALLY A GOOD SHOW 😭😭😭 yeah that show…pretty interesting fbfbf

Stop because I checked and indeed some Noddy's including the OG were voiced by women even in my dub it was a woman...

THAT IS EXACTLY WHY I THOUGHT IT WAS A GIRLIE 🔫🔫🔫 ifs only america i guess dbdb

LMFAOOOO BDNDBD YUNHO AND HWA BOTH K WORDING ME RN,,, sorry??? yunho???? pls???

AND HWA??

UR SO RIGHT HONGRUELLA WILL BE MISSED HEAVILY,,,, mingi?? 👀 ok okay i see u ok

I don't know any CEO guys, I'm sorry 

im sure u know some models?

NO LITERALLY HE IS SO EMBARRASSING DHDHDH EVERYONE AGREES 😭😭 LMFAOOOO FHFH PERSONAL VENDETTA AGAINST HIM BUT NOT HIS WIFEY 💃✨☺️🥰 OH???? NO WAY MAN THAT MUST BE IRRITATING 🤨🔫

Literally I was like "Hwa my guy you got cosy with her, let me have this" but I hope he sees Sunmi in concert one day and I hope I see HIM in concert so we can both be satisfied

DBDBDBJD UR SO RIGHT MANS WAS BEGGING HER TO LOOK AT HIM 😭😭😭 omg what if u two at the sunmi concert w/o knowing who’s who dhdhd

DAYS with Taehyung (Driver At Your Service) lmao

i THINK there’s a replacement for ur uber tn actually

Yeah bestie I ordered from so many stores 🤯 I'm gonna drown in their albums, but I'll install anti Baek lock!

GIRLIE POPS UR GONNA BE LOADED WITH ALBUMS THERE BETTER BE HWA PCS AND POLAS IN THEM BC IM ACTUALLY GONMA RIOT FBFBFB BRUH 🔫🔫🔫

omg pls don’t give him ideas 😭😭😭 THOSE STAR ONES PLS DBDBDB HES GONNA GET THISE CHONKY CROCS WITH HEELS OR SOMETHING PLS 😭😭😭🔫 ME TOO A CROC ANTI FBFBF LMFAOOOO THE CHARMS GOT U BY THE GRIP HUH 😭😭

FHJWHRKWHDEK COOK!HWA AU WHEN BFFF “little star” U LIVED A FANFIC FUCK OFF THATS THE PERFECT NAME,, IM SORRY??? HE JUST?? SEONGHWA MATCH MAKED KINDA???? wow the way it escalated i thought u met hwa fbdbdb

Your link is gone 👀 but look such a hot cute loser also wtf is this??? SEROTONIN BUT NOT HIM CHOKING. Surfer bf - DV 💖

NAURRR 😭😭😭 IM FBWKDJW…bESTIE. that video with nips out. 🙂🙂im not even gonna say anything tysm. is this not bb!hwa since u sent that video

🧍🏻‍♀️🧍🏻‍♀️

SO TRUE

#✉️ : ask #dv 💖 anon

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sequinsmile-x · 2 years

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Penance

The worst part, she thinks, is that he believes he deserves it.

-x-

It's time for sad boi hours, besties.

-x-

Words: 2k

Warnings: None

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

He’d been in a bad mood all day.

If she was honest with herself he’d been in a bad mood for a couple of days. Frustration thrumming under his skin, simmering just below the surface. He was short tempered with the team, snapping at them over minor errors in paperwork that he would usually let slide, or simply just mention in passing. His usual comment to be more careful next time a reprimand, one incident leading to Penelope hiding out in her office all day.

It was different with her and Jack. It was as if he was putting all of his energy into keeping it together when they were at home. A thinly veiled attempt to never be anything close to what he would consider his father’s behaviour.

Aaron had rebuffed all of her attempts to figure out what was wrong. He repeatedly told her he was fine, his irritation increasing each time, even though it clearly wasn’t true.

Each member of the team had approached her, asking if something had happened at home, an implication that she didn’t like that she was the problem. That she had done something to piss him off, inadvertently making the rest of their lives more difficult.

She knew that wasn’t it. Not only because most of the insecurities she had entered their relationship with were long gone, left behind in those early days when she was sure he’d realise she wasn’t up to being his partner, but because she knew him. Despite insisting he was fine, he had been seeking her out, always making sure she was close by. He’d even pulled her on top of him in the middle of the night, holding her tightly to his chest as if she was the only thing that kept him grounded, his port in whatever secret storm he found himself in.

It was making her weary, which is what led her to volunteer to go pick Jack up from school. Jessica was sick, and Aaron had more meetings than she cared to count. So she’d left him at work with a quick squeeze of his hand and a kiss on his cheek, hoping that when he joined her and Jack at home he’d finally be ready to talk.

“Emily!”

She turns and beams at the young boy running towards her, his arms wrapping tightly around her waist as he hugs her.

“Hi honey,” she replies, hugging him back before she pulls back, running her hand through his hair, “did you have a good day at school?”

He nods enthusiastically as he disentangles himself from her, walking along next to her as they walk back to the car.

“We learnt about space! I told the teacher some of the things Uncle Spence taught me.”

Emily chuckles at that as she opens the car door for Jack, imagining the shell-shocked look on his teacher's face as he rattled off facts he’d retained from his conversations with Spencer.

“You’ll have to tell him next time you see him,” she says as she checks his seatbelt, a habit she couldn’t get out of even now he was that little bit older. She climbs into the front of the car and starts it, driving off, “Your dad is going to be at work for a while, so I thought we could have some dinner, then watch a movie?”

“Ok,” he replies flashing her a smile when she looks at him in the rearview mirror.

“Are you excited to go see your grandpa this weekend?” She asks, genuinely curious. Jack spent a fair amount of time with Roy, mostly with Jessica also there too, and despite the strain in Aaron’s relationship with the older man, he did his best to make it work for Jack. Roy was his only grandparent, one of the few connections he had left to his mother.

“I don’t know,” Jack says, an uncertainty in his voice that makes her frown. She looks in the mirror again and sees how sad he suddenly looks, setting off alarm bells in her head.

“What’s going on Jack? You usually love to see him.”

“He was mean to Daddy,” Jack says, frowning, his lower lip stuck out in a pout, “and it’s never ok to be mean no matter who you are.”

Usually, his almost word-for-word repetition of what she and Aaron had told him recently, an argument with one of his school friends leading to them being called to the school, would make her smile.

“What do you mean, honey?” She asks carefully.

“He said it’s Daddy’s fault Mommy went to heaven,” Jack says, and it makes her clench the steering wheel tighter, her jaw firmly set as she bites back what she wants to say, “But it was George’s fault, not Daddy’s.”

Emily sighs, “You’re right sweetheart, it wasn’t Daddy’s fault at all,” she swallows thickly, “when did this happen?”

He frowns, the furrowing of his brows that she catches in the mirror so much like Aaron it makes her fall impossibly more in love with the boy.

“When Daddy got me from Aunt Jessies.”

She sighs as it clicks into place in her head. That was two days ago.

She’d solved the mystery, and she almost wishes she hadn’t. ___

By the time Aaron makes it home, Jack is in bed. Emily sees the disappointment on his face when he joins her in the living room, his suit still on minus his tie, bags under his eyes that made her want to find his ex-father-in-law and tell him exactly what she thought of him.

“Did you eat?” She asks as he joins her on the couch. She reaches for the tv remote and turns it off, she hadn’t been paying attention anyway, her concern for the man she loved ruining her ability to focus.

“I got something on the way home,” he answers leaning back on the couch, his hand on her thigh, “thanks for getting him.”

“You don’t have to thank me, Aaron,” she replies, leaning into his side, letting him take whatever comfort he needs, “I am your wife, and his stepmother,” she smiles up at him, “it kind of comes with the territory.”

Aaron hums in response, shifting so his arm was around her shoulder, holding her closer to him. To anyone else, he would seem ok, but she knows him. She knows how it feels when he’s relaxed. Happy and content as they are tangled together, or the joy that radiated off him on the days they got to spend as a family.

This wasn’t her Aaron. He was tense, his body so tightly wound up she thought he might snap in two if it carried on for too long. She wouldn’t usually push him, would wait him out until he came to her, explained what had clearly been eating away at him, but she can’t let this carry on. Can’t let him blame himself for something he was not responsible for, not when they had spent so long pulling each other back together.

“I know what Roy said to you, Aaron,” she says carefully, and he somehow tenses even more next to her. She pulls away to look up at him, his jaw obviously clenched tight as he looks at her, his brow creasing. “Jack told me.”

Aaron closes his eyes, sighing deeply. “I didn’t realise he’d heard.”

Emily reaches out and touches his cheek, encouraging him to look at her, a smile that she hopes is encouraging on her face.

“He immediately said he knew it wasn’t your fault, that he knew it was Foyet’s,” she hates how relieved he looks, how he almost deflates in front of her. “Aaron-”

“I know what you’re going to say, Em.”

It was something they’d argued about more than once. The first time Roy had been openly rude to Aaron in front of her was at Jack’s birthday party. She was freshly back from Paris, and she and Aaron weren’t together yet, but they were close to something. The line between their friendship and what they now had blurring. She’d been horrified, unsure how such a bitter man had raised Jessica and Haley. Aaron had stopped her from saying anything, all but forcing her into the backyard so she could calm down.

As their relationship grew, from friends to partners. From fiancee to husband and wife, they had continued to argue about it. Emily didn’t think he should allow Roy to talk to him like that, to let the older man pick at the poorly healed wounds on his heart, to lay seeds on the blame he already had for himself taking root in his brain.

Aaron seemed to think it was some kind of penance, like it was something he deserved. If it helped Roy, if it meant Jack had a relationship with his grandfather, he would take it.

Emily lived for the day she’d be able to say something, to protect the man who she loved, who had spent so much of his life protecting others.

“You know how I feel about this,” she says, careful to keep her voice even, to keep her own feelings caged in her chest, “But it is one thing to say it to you, it is another thing entirely to say it when Jack is around.”

Aaron sighs, leaning forward so his elbows were on his knees, his head in his hands. “I know,” he breathes out, “I know.”

The amount of defeat in his voice makes her heart ache. She reaches out to him and pulls him so she's hugging his head against her chest. He follows easily, seeking her out gratefully. She kisses the top of his head and holds him to her, her fingers playing with his hair.

“We have to say something, sweetheart,” she says, kissing his head again, “I know you don’t want to rock the boat, but Jack deserves better. You deserve better.” He hums against her, and it sounds too close to disagreement for her liking, so she guides him away from her, makes him look at her, “None of this is on you, and I won’t let you think otherwise.”

Aaron smiles sadly at her, “How did I get lucky enough to have you?”

Emily smiles at him, leaning forward to quickly stamp a kiss against his lips. “You give great hugs,” she quips, her smile widening slightly as he chuckles, “you also just happen to be the best man I know,” he scoffs at that, and she frowns, cupping his cheek to make him look at her again, “I wish you could see you how I do.”

He doesn’t say anything to that, simply sighing before he speaks. “I’ll talk to him.”

“We’ll talk to him.”

“Em-”

“I’ll behave,” she says, and he raises an eyebrow at her, making her roll her eyes, “Fine, I won’t yell at him, but I will make it clear what will happen if he does something like this again.”

“Sweetheart are you…going to kill Roy?” He asks, a mix of concern and amusement spreading across his face

“No you idiot,” she replies, narrowing her eyes at him, “but I will make sure he’d only see Jack when supervised by us or Jess,” she smiles at him when he looks at her, something close to awe in his eyes, “no one messes with my Hotchner boys.”

Aaron reaches out for her, pulling her into a hug that makes her sit in his lap, curled up in his arms.

“I love you,” he says against her temple, and she tilts her head to look up at him, pressing her lips to his.

“I love you too,” she strokes at the skin at his jaw, his stubble just starting to peek through, “next time just tell me what’s upset you, ok?”

He smiles at her, the closest one to his real smile all evening. “What? So you can beat up the bullies for me?”

She rolls her eyes at him playfully before settling back against his side.

“Like you wouldn’t do the same for me.”

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frostironfudge · 2 years

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eeeeep hello here’s my little fancast for now :3

these might not make sense to others this is just what my brain went with fmgshdhe

nia !! as !! hailee steinfeld !!

this just clicked in my brain immediately, maybe bc i wanna be besties with kate bischop, but look how pretty!! ofc thor would be a simp for her

i also imagine nia with glasses and as a bisexual. idk my gaydar is just going off with her :3

also can i just say that you gave thor a better love interest with better chemistry than marvel gave us with jane? bc i love thor and nia as a couple already :p

i imagine emery dua saleh, mainly bc they played my most beloved enby in media, cal bowman :)) can’t wait to see more of them!!

i imagine clark as sam collins bc he’s my favourite trans youtuber :)) he’s helped me a lot with figuring out i’m nonbinary transmasc

miles as danny pudi!! probably bc he’s my favourite actor as of now so i imagine him in a lot of things

the dean as tony leung. idk i just watched shang-chi again and he plays an old dad with like a leading position. i know being the leader of a thousand years old mob and being a dean are quite different from eachother but eh it clicks in my brain lmao

and whoever it was that attacked y/n as david tennant. probably bc of his roles as kilgrave from jessica jones and barty crouch jr from harry potter 4 i naturally imagine him as a lot of kinda insane villains like that lol

fmgahdhshs i’m sorry for not going into deeper details like with the other fancast i’m rly tired lmao. lmk if i missed any characters :)) i hope you like it!

— zylith :p

ZYLITH YOU BEAUTIFUL HUMAN THIS IS SO GOOD AS ALWAYS

more under the cut!

Nia:

you and i both wanna be besties with kate bishop she is so badass but is a lil smol bean

honestly i can see hailee as nia, oh and you're spot on about nia being bi!

IM ON THE FLOOR LAUGHING (honestly thor deserves the best and not to toot my own horn but Nia is one of the best for him if not the best!)

honestly writing thor and nia is such a joy i want to explore them in further chapters and i have a rough outline for the chapter im doing that in

emery:

honest i enjoyed the breath of fresh air dua saleh brought to sex education as cal, their characteristics and journey was truly mesmerising to watch and the representation it brings for several others is a cherry on top

I honestly picture them with glasses and they have this just absolutely comforting air about them, more of emery is coming into the lime light is all i can say for now

in my headcanon emery and y/n meet on day one and they are very nervous because they have only been open with their pronouns and sexual orientation for the past year and university is a new place and dr. stephen strange (department head) makes sure everyone says their names and pronouns because he knows how daunting a course can be and it makes emery very happy that they can introduce themself to the fellow students and just seeing the radiant smile emery gives upon their turn just has everyone in smiles and awe.

clark:

the photos you have provided do fit the aesthetic i have in mind for clark, i'm so happy you had a positive influence to help you realise that you are nonbinary transmas, be you unapologetically and proudly, you have an ally here with you and a friend ❤️

miles:

i've seen danny pudi in quiet a few different roles i'm hoping to start watching community what are your thoughts?

I do think they would also be a good choice for miles!

the dean:

honestly i think it is a spot on recommendation, as we've seen in shang-chi he does have that authoritative side but a softer side as well which i think loads of teachers/professors should have

y/n's attacker:

well i can't confirm who i have in mind as it will be revealed but honestly how did i not think of kilgrave?????????????? (might just give him a role cause he and his ability would fit in so well.)

awww don't worry its alright if you did not go deeper we can have more discussions in the future always! i'm so sorry i did not reply earlier i was so caught up and i was just trying to push the chapters out since i want to be a week ahead of schedule like this week i posted chapter 5 while writing chapter 6 almost did not complete it in time but now fortunately i've got the structure for chapter 7 so i'm contented

#frostironfudge answers #anemois-hiraeth #tenebrous loki #loki fanfic #loki fanfic fancast discussion

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In My Veins Final 2

part one part two part three part four part five(happy)

Find the first half of this here

Again... very sorry. also i know i said tomorrow but... oh well lol😀✋

once again, tagging those who have read from the start, yall really🥰😎 hell yeah besties @hotchnisscardigan @florenceremingtonthethird @olivinesea @eprcntiss @jetaime-jespere @petit97

another big shoutout of course to @suckerforhotchniss. this was all her idea and actually if you’re going to come for anyone come for her okay?:)

TW! for/ mentions of depression, drugs, death and suicide. please read with caution if these things could trigger you, but they are only mentions. nothing graphic.

They bury her on a warm day in the fall. Jack stands in front of his father, the man’s hands over his shoulder as she’s lowered down. There are tears down his face but Hotch remains standing straight, holding back his emotions, watching with a broken heart as she lowered to the ground for the second, but final time.

JJ grips Will’s hand tightly as she closes her eyes, taking a deep breath, Garcia then loops her hand in hers and the woman faces her and nods, before turning back.

Penelope has tears streaming down her face as she watches, she looks over to the Hotchner’s and just wishes there was something she could do for them, but the only thing they want is her back and that is something she just can not do, no matter how much she wishes she could. She wants to hug Hotch and tell him it’s okay, that she forgives him but she can’t. All she can think about is the fact that her friend died and he didnt let her say goodbye. Again.

Spencer is standing a few feet away from her, staring at the casket being lowered into the ground as he holds his breath. He can feel Morgan inches from him and all he wants is to reach out and grab his hand but he doesn't know if he can. Ever since Emily died they’ve been… different. Spencer knows that Morgan blames him and he accepts that. It’s his fault anyway.

As the casket lowers into the ground, Hotch feels the grief for two, because along side Emily in that casket is their baby, their baby that will never be. The baby they will never hold, or name or watch grow up. He will never tell anyone about them. They don’t deserve the right, simply due to the fact that she never knew. Emily will never, ever know that they had created a life together before hers was taken, alongside theirs.

As the casket reaches the bottom with a small thud, as he and jack place some mud into the grave, along with some flowers, as he watches his team do the same, he can’t help but feel like his future is buried right there with her, and he doesn't see a way through it.

One month after Emily dies, he goes back to work. Jack’s started sleeping through the night again and there are no more nightmares.

Every Sunday night it’s no longer one candle the young boy lights, it’s two. Haley and Emily.

He and Aaron will sit on the floor in the living room, place the candles on the table and Jack tells them both about his week, about school, he’ll tell them he still misses them everyday and that he is still so sad but that he’s going to be strong for them. He tells them he loves them and he looks to his Dad, who will then do the same.

He’ll share a funny, but PG story about something one of the team did at work for Emily and then a funny story about Jack or Jessica for Haley. He’ll tell them he misses and loves them and Jack will blow the candles out and smile at the smoke.

Jack will go to bed then and like every other night previously, Aaron will sit on the couch, grab Emily’s jumper he keeps under it, bring it too his face and he will cry for her. For their baby. For them.

Everything in the apartment reminded him of her. Her smell still lingered in their bed, her shampoo and body wash remained exactly where she had left them, her clothes remained in his draws, unmoved. The coat she'd left still hung up next to his, her shoes still on the stand.

He knows JJ and Penelope had cleaned out her apartment weeks ago because they’d handed Dave the clothes he had scattered around there and with a sad look in his eyes, he gave them back to him.

Those clothes remained in the laundry room of his apartment. He won’t wash them. He won’t wear them again.

The mug she had drank out of the morning they had left for North Carolina still stood unwashed and untouched in his sink. Her lipstick still on the rim of the mug and he remembers the way she had smiled at him from under it as he spoke to her that morning. The way she chuckled lightly when he winked at her before trying to get Jack ready for school.

He remembers that he’d kissed her quickly before he left like he would do it for the rest of his life. He remembers it all. He doesn’t think he’ll ever forget. He doesn’t want too.

Two months after Emily dies Hotch is no better. His smiles, however rare they were in the first place, are now non existent. The team brings up depression and they talk about how he should see someone about his grief but he pushes them away with a single “I'm fine” and ends the conversation.

Jack struggles to bring his father out of his grief, he spends most of his time with Jessica, but every now and then Aaron will take his son to the park, or to the beach and they will smile, they will laugh and everything would feel like it was before.

Sometimes Jack can hear his father crying, so he jumps from his bed and walks into his bedroom, jumping onto the bed and laying next to him. Hotch will take a breath and hold back the remainder of his tears and Jack will lean over to wipe them.

“You did this for me when I was having my nightmares,” He whispers to him when he wipes a tear from his face and Aaron chuckles.

“Thank you, buddy.” He whispers back and the boy smiles.

Aaron’s grief consumes him. It’s overwhelming the way he loves her and it’s overbearing the way he misses her. Grief is all he feels. Grief, heartbreak, loss, emptiness and anger.

He wants to get over this for the sake of his son and he tries but he just can’t. It’s overtaken him and he can not get out of the pit the loss of her has put him in. He feels like he can’t even breathe without her. Everything feels harder than it should and he just can’t do it. He’s trying for Jack but it’s starting to eat him alive, the guilt, the loss, the memories, everything.

It’s a Thursday night as he stares at the bottom of an empty bottle with tears running down his face, a picture of him and Emily in his hands that he becomes haunted by the thought that his own son might not even be enough to get him through this.

Three months after Emily Prentiss died a man named Peter Lewis enters his life and from the moment the killer sets eyes on Agent Hotchner he knows that’s the one whose mind he can break easily. That’s the one who he can snap in half. With a grim smile he watches, and plans his attack.

Three weeks and two days later Aaron Hotchner is walking from the parking lot towards his car when there is a sharp needle in his neck and a voice behind him. He’s falling to the floor slowly as his mind clouds over and all he can think about is that the whole thing is sort of...peaceful.

Peter Lewis places the mask over Hotch’s mouth and let’s the drugs do their job, leaning over him and whispering..

“When you wake up.. Your precious son will be dead, you watched me kill him before I brought you here.” He smiles to himself, “You will see the person you love the most and when they hand you the gun.. you’ll know what you have to do.”

What he thinks will happen is he will see Jack’s mother, he thinks she will tell him to kill his team when they walk through the doors and that he’ll do it, before his brain snaps like everyone else’s and he’ll become Mr Scratch, leaving Peter Lewis to roam free.

What he doesn’t expect is for Aaron Hotchner to be depressed and in love with a dead woman named Emily Prentiss. What he doesn’t expect is for the man to be suicidal, the grief of losing the woman he loves and their baby almost too much for him to handle.

What he doesn’t is expect that his son was the last thing keeping him holding on.

He doesn’t expect a lot of things that he should have.

Aaron wakes with a gasp and looks around the room. He sits up and feels for his gun to find himself without it.

Looking around again he notices that he’s in a house he does not recognise and doesn’t know how he got to. He feels a slight twinge in his neck and it jolts something inside of his mind. He sees flashes of a man breaking into his house, he can hear his son screaming for him and he… he remembers fighting a man who was going after his little boy. He closes his eyes as he tries to force himself to remember more when there’s a loud sound from another room. He stands up and walks towards it, only to freeze when he’s met with the man he sees in his flashes.

“Where is my son?” Aaron asks the man, who laughs in response.

“You don’t remember?” He asks, “Think.” He tells him, and Hotch looks around his unfamiliar surroundings again.

“What have you done with him?” Aaron asks, his heart beating rapidly in his chest.

“You really don’t remember?” Peter Lewis questions and he steps towards him. Hotch watches every move the man takes but he won’t step back. Not until he finds his son. “He’s dead Agent Hotchner.” He smiles and Aaron didn’t think he could ever, ever, feel anymore pain but he was wrong. Those words slash through him like a knife. He steps backwards and takes a breath, shaking his head and looking around the room.

“You were there, remember?” Peter Lewis pushes, Hotch looks around. “A bullet.. right between his eyes. You watched…” As he hears the words Hotch’s mind starts to piece it together and… he can see his son lay on the floor, his eyes open, staring blankly at him and he remembers trying to get to him before being pulled under by whatever was put into his neck.

“You.. you killed my son?” Hotch asks, tears running down his face.

Peter Lewis just smiles before walking off slowly and Hotch wants to go after him but he can’t. His mind is foggy and it’s putting pieces together, sending him dizzy. He hits the floor with a thud as his mind clouds over once again.

The team realise he’s missing an hour and a half after he left that night after a call from Jessica to Rossi, asking if Hotch had left yet because Jack can’t sleep unless Aaron puts him to bed.

The CCTV footage from the parking garage tells them all they need to know and they’re working immediately.

“This is bad, Rossi.” Morgan tells them as they stare at the board, “The man’s mind is already…” He pauses, “Whatever happens to him, whatever Peter Lewis does to him.. I don’t see him coming back from it. He still hasn’t come back from losing Emily.”

Aaron comes to again a few moments later and with a foggy mind, dizzy and confused he sits up and stands. In his mind all he can see is Peter Lewis in his apartment, Peter Lewis holding a gun up to his screaming little boy and firing. He can see Jack staring blankly at him before he sees nothing.

His phone rings then and he frowns in confusion about how he still has it.

“Answer it,” He hears Peter Lewis say from somewhere.

“Hello?” He says down the phone, looking around the room he’s in.

“Aaron?” The voice says and Aaron stops, “It’s Dave.”

“Dave?” He questions, “What-“

“Tell us where you are.” Dave commands and Aaron looks around once again, searching for windows, maybe a front door but there is nothing.

“I don’t know…” He mumbles, “He...he killed Jack.” His voice cracks and he wants to scream.

“What?” Dave questions, “Who did?”

“Peter Lewis. He’s here.. somewhere. I don’t know. But I saw it… I saw him…”

“Aaron.. listen to me.” Dave tells him sternly, “Listen.”

“Okay…” He whispers, sinking down onto the floor.

“Mr Scratch did not kill your son. Jack is not dead.”

“What?” He says, confused and shaking his head. “But-”

“But you saw it, I know. That’s what he does. He drugs people into seeing whatever he wants them to. You know this, Aaron. Fight it.”

Hotch doesn’t say anything, just remains silent while his mind shatters to pieces. Imagines of him and Emily flash before him, her laughing, smiling then her under a car. Then it’s him and Jack and they’re smiling and laughing but then… but then Peter Lewis kills his son. He see’s it happen and it looks so real.

“Aaron!” Dave shouts again, “Fight it. Fight it.”

Aaron goes to speak when theres a noise from somewhere infront of him and when he opens his eyes.. he see’s her.

“Emily?” He questions, almost as if he doesn’t believe his own eyes. She smiles and bends down in front of him. His breath catches in his throat as she looks at him.

“Hi.” She says softly, “Don’t listen to them. They’re lying.” She tells him. He just stares at her and reaches out to touch her, and when his fingers touch her skin he quickly pulls them back.

“How.. what?”

“Aaron!” Rossi shouts down the phone again and Hotch puts it back to his ear.

“Yeah..” He says but it’s obvious in the way he says it that the hallucination of Emily has his complete attention, not that they blame him, some of them even wish it was them seeing her.

“Listen to me, okay? Listen.”

“I am..” He says, still looking at Emily as she sits in front of him, a smile on her lips and he reaches out to touch her once again before freezing just before his fingers reach her cheek.

“That is not Emily.” Are the words that freeze him, “Jack isn’t dead and that is not Emily and you need to find a way out of there.” Rossi shouts.

“Why?” He whispers, “It’s her. She’s here. I can see her…”

“It’s not her, Aaron. Emily is dead, Aaron. She isn’t there. You know that.”

But he doesn’t. He doesn’t know that. He was already so broken before Peter Lewis drugged him that his mind had now shattered completely and to him what he was seeing was true. It was true and she was here. His son was dead and she was here. He had nothing left to fight for.

“Emily..” Aaron whispers again, before putting the phone down.

“Aaron you need to get out of there,” Rossi tells his sternly, “Even though the thought of a life without Emily is heart breaking and I know how much pain you’re in, there is a six year old waiting for you at home who’s going through the same thing. He needs you, Aaron.” He says, “Jack isnt dead and that is not Emily.”

There is silence for a few moments before Hotch ends the call, as as the beep of the loss of singal echos around the room, Rossi stands.

“Track that call!”

She smiles as he ends the call and puts the phone of the floor, his eyes transfixed on her.

“I’ve missed you.” She tells him, reaching for his hand and when she takes it and he feels it on his own, tears fall from his eyes because she’s here. she’s back.

“I missed you too.” He whispers, smiling at her. He looks at her and tilts his head into her hand when she cups his cheek and he can’t help but notice just how cold she is. He intertwines her fingers with his as they rest of his cheek and he sighs.

“Jack’s dead?” He whispers, and Emily nods softly.

“Yeah…” She replies, “I’m sorry, honey”

“He killed him..” He says and Emily nods her head again. She pulls her hand from her cheek slowly, but keeps their fingers locked together as she starts to stand. He follows her actions and when they’re stood, he stares at her.

“Do you trust me?” She asks with a smile while she locks their hands together, he nods.

“Always.” He tells her and she smiles.

“Follow me.” She says and leads him into a different room. They stand in front of a closed door and before she opens it she looks back at him.

“What’s this?” He asks her and she smiles, opening it and he looks inside. “Is that-”

“That’s our daughter.” She tells him, unlocking her fingers from his and walking towards the little girl sat on the floor. Emily crouches down next to her and they both stare at him.

“How?” He whispers, he walks in and bends down in front of them both. “They said you didn’t know..”

“I didn’t..” She says, “But I know now.”

“She looks just like you.” He tells her with a smile and she nods.

“Come on,” She says and grabs his hand again, pulling him away from the little girl who waves goodbye to him, he’s still looking behind him as they leave the room.

“Emily.. what is going on?”

“What do you mean?” She questions, standing in front of him in what looks to be a living room. It’s not one he recognises.

“How are you here?” He whispers, “You’re.. you’re dead.”

Emily stands in front of him and rests both her cold hands on his face and nods.

“Yeah.” She whispers, “But I really missed you.”

“I miss you too, god.. you have no idea.” He tells her but she’s pulling away and he wants to follow her but he can’t move.

“It’s so cold, Aaron.” She tells him, there’s tears in her eyes, “It’s so cold, and it’s so dark.” She whispers, “I’m cold…” She says again, looking at him.

“Emily-” He starts to say but he can’t finish it because he remembers her saying this the first time. How when she coded in the ambulance all she felt was darkness and cold and it’s been haunting him for months thinking what if she’s cold where she is? What if it’s dark? And to have her say the words to him breaks his already shattered heart.

“Aaron,” She whispers and he looks at her, there’s blood down her face and coming from her mouth and he’s seeing flashes of her once again pinned under a car. “I need you.” She tells him, “You’re the only place I feel safe. I don’t feel safe here. Its so cold. It’s so dark. It’s so lonely.”

He loves her so much that this is torture for him to hear this. To hear that this whole time she has been in the dark, cold and alone. He reaches out for her but he can’t reach her.

“Let me help you. Please.”

She walks towards him and presses something heavy in his hard and he looks down to find a gun. His eyes snap up to hers and she’s smiling, nodding her head.

“I love you.” She tells him, “Please. Help me.”

“But-” He wants to say what about Jack but then he remembers that his little boy was dead. His son was gone, taken by the man who’d brought him here and he had nothing left now.

He loved her so much and she’s cold, she’s scared and she’s alone. There is a gun in his hand and in one click it’s all over he can join Emily where she is and she won’t have to be cold and alone anymore. He can join Jack.. and Haley and they can all be together.

“It’s okay,” She nods as she lifts the gun for him, it’s balanced against his temples and her hands are on his cheeks and she’s so cold, he can feel it on his skin and it makes him shiver. He’s starting at her but he’s not afraid, he smiles at her and she’s smiling right back. “We’re waiting for you.” She says and then there’s people behind her. Not just people but, Jack, his little boy, he’s in his mother’s arms, who’s nodding her head in his direction and then there’s the little girl with dark hair that looked much like him and Emily he could not believe it.

He stares at Emily once more and she smiles at him.

“I love you.” She whispers to him, he sighs, nodding his head and the gun goes off.

His hallucinations fade away just as he does.

He dies instantly.

The team rush into the building to find Peter Lewis waiting from them on a chair in the middle of the abandoned building, laughing.

“He was more broken than I thought.” He laughs, “I can’t even be angry that I’ve been caught. Watching him so..shattered, was better than I could have imagined.”

“Where is he?” Rossi shouts as Morgan picks the guy of the chair and handcuffs him.

Peter Lewis laughs and looks at him, “If you thought everybody you loved was dead, and the one person you loved more than anything was telling you how cold they were.. where would you go?”

Everyone freezes, before taking off in a run. Peter Lewis is handed to local PD as they search the house.

JJ runs into an empty room and spots his legs, he’s lay on the floor and for a moment she lets out a sigh of relief until she realises he isn’t moving. She walks slowly towards him, her heart hammering against her chest and she can’t breathe because surely, surely this isn’t happening. It can’t be.

“Hotch?” She calls, taking slow steps, “Hotch..” She says again when she reaches him and at first glance it just looks like he’s lay there, but then she spots the gun in his hand and the bullet hole is his head and he’s staring so blankly at her she feels like she might throw up. All she can do is scream.

It’s JJ’s scream that gives them all his location and as the blonde woman falls backwards into Morgan’s arms, they all see the sight she had.

Aaron Hotchner lay dead, a bullet hole in his temple, a gun in his hand in the middle of the floor of an abandoned building.

Rossi walks over and bends down, closing the man’s eye while he ignores the cries of JJ as Morgan holds her tightly.

“It’s okay,” He whispers to the dead man, “You rest now.”

They all arrive back at the BAU and the first person they break news to is Garcia.

Morgan is the one to tell her and when the words leave his mouth all Garcia can do is scream before almost dropping to the floor, collapsing in Morgan’s arms as he holds her up and brings her into his chest, wrapping his arms tightly around her.

“He can’t be dead!” She cries, “He can’t be…he can’t die thinking I hated him.” She's sobbing into his chest and Morgan holds back his own tears as he holds her close.

“He didn’t think that.” He whispers, rubbing a hand down her back.

“He did!” She cries, “He died thinking that I couldn’t forgive but I did.”

“He knows, Penelope.” Morgan reassures her, “He knows.”

Jessica and Jack walk into the BAU with no idea what to expect.

Dave guides Jessica into his office while JJ sits with Jack. They have no idea how to break the news to the six year old who is now an orphan. Every parental figure he has gone.

“He’s dead, isn’t he.” Jessica says, looking at Dave. The man nods slowly, swallowing the lump in his throat.

“His name was Peter Lewis. He.. he drugged Aaron and-”

“I don’t need to know the specifics.” She tells him, shaking her head and looking at Jack as he talks to JJ.

“What do I tell him?” She whispers, “How are they all dead?”

“Life is cruel.” He says to her, “I find peace in that he’s with Emily.”

“Where’s Jack’s peace?” She questions, looking at the older man, “He lost three parents in two years. How does a little boy get through that?”

“With time.” Rossi says softly, “With help.”

Jessica and Dave look back to the boy who sits and waits for them, not knowing that his dad had joined his mother and Emily. Not knowing he was alone.

In the end it’s Dave who breaks the news to him because Jessica just can’t do it. She tries, but as the boy’s eyes stare into hers she just can’t.

Dave takes over and crouch’s down in front of the boy, smiling sadly at him.

“Hey Jack.” He whispers and Jack just looks at him and he already knows what is coming. He’s been through this twice now.

“Is Daddy gone?” He asks, “Did he join Emmy?”

“Yeah, buddy.” Dave says after a few moments, “I’m sorry.”

Jack looks down, tears burning in his eyes. He leans forward and wraps his arms around Dave.

“He promised me.. Uncle Dave. He promised me he wouldn’t go away like everyone else. Why did he lie?” Jack cries into his neck and Dave just holds the boy tighter.

“He tried very hard to stay for you, Jack. Really really hard.” He lies to the boy because he doesn’t need the truth. He wouldn’t understand it. He’s better without it. There’s movement behind Dave and Jack looks up to find JJ standing there. He slowly pulls away from him and heads towards the woman. Looking at her with wide eyes and she smiles, bending down to be eye level with him.

“He lied, Miss Jennifer..” He whispers to her and she shakes her head, wiping his tears with her thumb.

“Come here,” She whispers and scoops the boy into her, holding him tightly as she stands. The boy cries into her neck because what she forgot was that she was wearing Emily’s perfume and all the boy could smell while he rested in her arms was Emily.

“You smell like her.” Jack whispers as he rests his head on her shoulder. “I miss them.��

“Me too, baby.” She says, kissing his head.

Jessica takes the boy home an hour later and as they lay in her bed, him resting softly next to her, he asks her a question that breaks her in half.

“Is it just me and you now Aunt Jess?” He asks her. She turns to face him and runs a hand through his hair.

“Yeah baby,” She tells him, “Just me and you.”

“You’re not going to leave?”

“No.” She shakes her head, “I’m right here.”

The two candles turn into three and as he tells his parents about his day, Jessica watches with a sad smile and just hopes that the young boy makes it through this.

They bury Hotch next to Emily four months and two days after her funeral. Jack stands in front of Jessica, watching as another casket is lowered to the ground. Spencer and Morgan stand two feet away, hands grasped together and they hold back their tears, Penelope’s hand wrapped in Morgan’s other, tears falling freely from her face. JJ and Will stand two feet away from them, Will holds her close as they watch. JJ can’t take her eyes away from Jack, the little boy who lost so much so quickly.

As the boy places a rose on each grave, the team cry silently.

“Let’s go give the other rose to mommy.” They hear Jessica whisper to him after a few moments and the boy nods, taking her hand and letting her guide him through the small walk of the cemetery to where his Mother was buried in the Brookes plot.

The team come by and visit Jack for a few months after Aaron and Emily’s deaths. They go to as many of his soccer games that they can, they try to take him on days out and make him feel as though he’s still a part of their family. He has play dates with Henry and for a few months they’re doing what they know Aaron and Emily would have done for them and try and help Jack through the process.

Yet, one by one the team just stopped coming over to see him. It’s too hard. He has Haley’s eyes and Hotch’s face but he also has Emily’s mannerisms and it’s too hard for them to see it. He reminds them of all they’ve lost and soon no one comes to see him anymore and he’s never understood why everyone always leaves him.

Why didn’t anybody ever stay?

So when Jack snaps at sixteen because everybody he loves is dead and everybody else left him alone to deal with the repercussions, it’s the team he goes after.

He manages to get all of them apart from one before they catch him.

Rossi is first because.. that was Uncle Dave. That was Uncle Dave and why didn’t he stay? Why did he leave?

He shoots him in the chest because it’s his first one and he hasn’t quite got the hang of it yet. Dave looks at him and takes a hollow breath,

“It’s okay, kid. I get it. I’m sorry I left you. I forgive you..” and he won’t stop talking. Jack shoots him in the head and just like that there’s silence. He bends down and looks at the older man. “It didn’t have to be this way Dave, but you didn’t stay. Why didn’t you stay? Why didn’t anybody just stay?”

Spencer is next because he was like a brother to Emily and a man his own father treated more of like a son than he did him and it has always upset him that after just two months without them he put them and him in the past and moved on. When he’s done Spencer, a gun shot to the chest, he moves onto Morgan because he was supposed to be the protector of the group and he had promised him he would be there but then once again had chosen Spencer. Just like he had done with his father, like he had Emily.

As they're both dying, gripping each other’s hand as they take their final breaths he scoffs because “Why should you get to die together when they didn’t?” They bring Emily and Aaron. They being him and his family.

It’s JJ next because he can’t believe that after everything Emily did for her she just left him when he was just a child with no parents. She even has a child herself and Henry was his friend and so why did no one help him?

He doesn’t make it to Penelope before he’s caught. When he’s asked by detectives and Agents why he did what he did he looks them straight in the eye before answering.

“Because they made promises they couldn’t keep, and they left me. My parents died for them and they couldn’t keep their promises.”

Garcia buries all of her friends in the fall and when a leaf falls over the middle of where Emily and Aaron have lay for the last ten years, she thinks maybe Jack sparing her what their way of saying they forgive her for not being there for him and takes it as a sign to be there for him now.

Penelope visits Jack in prison every week for five years. She bumps into Jessica every now and then and they talk about their lost friends. About Jack.

Jack spends the rest of his life in prison. Forever missing his parents and forever holding a grudge against those who left him on their own accord. He doesn’t forgive those he killed and he doesn’t think he ever will.

He has a picture of him and his mother on the wall, as well as a picture of him, his father and Emily.

“I miss you,” He whispers to their pictures one night three years later, “I’ll see you soon.”

fin

#hotchniss #emily prentiss #aaron hotchner #criminal minds #hotchniss fanfiction #hotchniss fanfic #in my veins

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Buffy summers

Thank you for the ask honey 💕

Favorite main character who?? 👀

Favorite Thing About Them: HER PUNS!! She is so fucking funny, she never fails to make me laugh. canNOT get over “myth-taken.” Not only that but she is an absolute badass and very strong. She takes shit from nobody. She’s very loyal and will do anything for and to protect her friends. She is also very resilient?? When she says “me” in Becoming Part 2 is 😩👌 and her whole battle with depression and all the shit handed to her is so inspiring and empowering and yknow if she can get through stuff AND stop apocalypses I can get through my stuff <3 and let us not forget her dorkiness. Searching up “evil” on Google and balancing the pencils on her forehead and giving an inspirational speech in sushi pajamas it’s just all so wonderful and she deserves the entire world.

Least Favorite Thing About Them: Homegirl wont let herself take a break 😩 Despite what society (and my mom no matter how hard I fight her on it) says, hero’s are allowed to take a break. Watching s7 is so hard bc she needs some damn rest and she is not letting herself have it. Also I can’t let her get off with having sex with Riley without me saying something bc, girl, you could so so much better than him.

Favorite Line: “The hardest thing in this world is to live in it. Be brave. Live.” Literally so true, Buffy. I love how she says that’s the hardest thing about life and not like, idk, fighting glory or vampires or anything. Like, she’s so real. She knows what’s up. She gets it and I think that’s amazing but also sad that she does get it. Anyway that didn’t make any sense but yeah😅

brOTP: Buffy and Willow and Xander. The original scoobies my beloved. They have their problems but literally looking at any picture of them or seeing them hug and that scene in the last episode in the school never ever fails to make me feel and cry and I just love them so much and they mean the world to me.

OTP: this is hard bc I don’t really have any strong feelings towards any ships pertaining her. I love her not bc of any ships she’s in. My top three fave is fuffy, bangel, and spuffy (in that order)

nOTP: Buffy x Giles. Literally that’s so disgusting, he’s literally her dad. Wtf.

Random Headcanon: after the finale, she went to the next hellmouth with the gang and became Gile’s librarian assistant, and she lived happily ever after and went to therapy. (I really don’t have any big headcanons for her bc I suck at headcanons lmao I just love her and want her to be happy)

Unpopular Opinion: y’all aren’t gonna like me for this one but I don’t think she deserved Spike. She really didn’t treat him good at all and for all of s6 she used the fuck out of him. I liked spuffy in s7 and that’s the only redeeming part of the ship imo (and this is not me saying Buffy isn’t wonderful and amazing and perfect I’m just pointing out what I see. Spike deserved someone who loved him/was obsessed with him as he was)

Song I Associate With Them: SURFACE PRESSURE BY JESSICA DARROW FROM ENCANTO!!! Literally I cannot listen to that song without picturing Buffy. It’s literally her. She and Luisa would be besties for life.

Favorite Picture of Them:

God it was so hard to find a picture of her literally does she even smile she’s not even smiling here BUT LOOK AT HER IN HER SUSHI PJAYS LOOKING ALL DETERMINED. Her little arms just at her side she is just so cute and god I love her

#Buffy is the best character in the whole show no one can change my mind #thank you so much!!💕#character ask game

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˛ ⠀ * ⠀ ★ ⠀ JESSICA ALEXANDER . CIS FEMALE . SHE / HER ⧽ ⠀ have you seen the 786 latest post ? sources say they have some serious dirt on the child of a big time COUNTRY MUSIC STARS . they haven’t revealed who it was yet but my best is on MADISON DARLING ! ever since that last update about how she ALLEGEDLY GOT CAUGHT SPORTING A BABY BUMP LAST YEAR BEFORE GHOSTING EVERYONE i don’t put anything pass them . i mean , these celebrity kids are just out of control . they do whatever they want , whenever they want and are ungrateful in the process !! i mean take MADDIE for example , they’re a TWENTY THREE year old DANCER , and what did they do to get there ? have famous parents ! like hello , just because you HAVE BEEN IN MUSIC VIDEOS WITH A-LIST MUSICIANS doesn’t mean you actually deserved it . i’m glad the 786 is taking them down a notch . it’s about time someone does .

𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐆𝐋𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐂 / 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 / 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

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hey ... hey ... how y’all doin’ ? i’m sooo excited to be here , besties ! sorry i’m late with the intro , it’s been a looooong weekend for me but i’m eager to get the ball rolling . so here’s the rundown , the google doc has a full bio + more stats + headcanons but i don’t expect anyone to actually read all that nonsense so i’ve tried my best to sum it up below ( it’s still kinda long tho i’m sorry y’all i ramble too much ). i’m always down to talk plots & threw a few wanted connection ideas at the bottom , so feel free to hmu on discord any time <3 but yes okay let’s get into it

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━━ ˊ * 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬 . .

𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞. madison dallas darling . 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞(𝐬). maddie , mads . 𝐝𝐨𝐛. april 14 , 1998 . 𝐚𝐠𝐞. twenty - three . 𝐳𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜. aries sun , libra moon , leo asc . 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫. cis female . 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬. she / her . 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. bisexual . 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞. nashville , tn . 𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. 5ft 5in . 𝐞𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. high school diploma . 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. dancer / realty tv personality . 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬. robert “robbie” darling - father . dixie darling - mother . delaney darling - sister . 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐬. compassionate , imaginative , family-oriented , devoted , generous , sympathetic , idealistic , self critical , naive , competitive , indecisive , impressionable , elusive , sensitive .

━━ ˊ * 𝐛𝐢𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐲 . .

tw : things like shitty controlling parents , injury , & pregnancy are mentioned

born & raised in nashville , tennessee , madison is the daughter of two country music icons ( basically blake shelton & miranda lambert ) & has only ever known a life in the spotlight . her parents were a widely adored it couple who shared their lives with millions of viewers across the world with their reality tv show . at 7pm cst you could tune in to watch robbie & dixie raise their two daughters - having some good ol’ wholesome family fun while juggling responsibilities that come with being famous artists . to any outsider looking in , they seemed like the perfect family . a loving father , a supportive mother , two prim & proper daughters that collected accolade after accolade in every pageant & talent competition they ever entered . but you shouldn’t believe everything you see on tv , even if it’s deceptively labeled as “reality” .

when the cameras weren’t rolling , the darling sisters were left under their mother’s restrictive control . dixie darling treated her daughters more like dolls than living beings , madison & delaney were basically pretty little accessories . while robbie never dared to mistreat his daughters , he was around a lot less than the show made it seem - often touring the world rather than spending quality time with his girls . plus , dixie & robbie seemed to endlessly fight with one another - nearly every childhood memory madison has of her parents involves them yelling . if she wanted to see them looking happy & in love , she’d have to tune in to the fabricated reality on their own show to get a taste of what a happy , loving family looks like .

you can’t be a child of dixie darling without being exploited in some way . while delaney was pushed into the music scene , madison was shoved into the world of dance . she took every class that was offered & practiced for hours upon hours to perfect her craft . her sister had taken after their folks with the singing voice of an angel & the looks to rival that of miss universe , meanwhile maddie was good for two things : dance & doing whatever her mother said . so when dixie said to twirl , she twirled , when she said do a grand jeté, maddie asked how high & then over performed like the good little girl she was trained to be .

it wasn’t until her parents got divorced & maddie moved to miami to be with her sister , her father , & her father’s new girlfriend that she sort of came out ( or more accruately described as dragged out ) of her timid , non - confrontational , subservient shell . with a longer leash , she had more freedom to roam far & wide . no one tried to tell her what to do or who to talk to & considering she was just a privileged teenager with endless funds & the status to get away with just about anything , you can imagine how badly that went . every mistake she made was broadcasted onto people’s televisions or headlined in tabloids . it was stressful , growing up & messing up all under the watchful gaze of millions of people who felt entitled to berate her for her poor life decisions . just because they watched her grow up on tv didn’t mean they actually knew anything about her . & yet so many people shared their unsolicited opinions on her & her life . it drove her insame .

maddie wasn’t handling the stress of being well known very well . she wanted a break from it all , to just go somewhere far away where no one knew her name & just live by herself . it was a silly dream . nothing she’d ever actively pursue . but the universe has a funny way of giving us a taste of what we think we want just to teach us a lesson .

so over a year ago , maddie found out that she was pregnant . it was a shock to say the least . she kept it a close guarded secret from everyone but her sister for awhile . not only was it a life changing development , but it was one thing that she was determined not to share with the rest of the world . with the idea of running away in continuous loop in the back of her mind , she came up with a plan to buy herself some time . she faked a really bad injury during a performance & let the media run with saying she might not be able to walk , let alone dance ever again . pushing the cover story even further , she claimed to be in need of intense physical therapy & sought after it in a luxurious private lodge in new zealand . that’s where she stayed during her year away , letting no outsiders come visit while she figured out how she was going to move forward with this baby growing inside of her .

so maddie finally got the break she was looking for even if it wasn’t under the circumstances that she would’ve liked . but she adapted to the situation . in her time away , she went through the entire pregnancy but it was basically decided for her by her parents that it was best to give the baby up for adoption . the little girl would be in good care by a couple that was a family friend of the darlings . better to bless someone who wanted a baby but couldn’t have one than for maddie to keep her daughter when she wasn’t in a place to take care of her . it broke her heart , honestly . she had grown quite attached to the baby & even entertained the idea of being a single mom even though she knew her own mom would never let that happen - it would go against the strict narrative that they try to put out there about the darling family .

after a year away , maddie is back in miami without anyone knowing what really happened . she keeps using the “injury” as the excuse for her absence from the spotlight . anyone really close to her might be able to tell that something’s off , but she’s trying so hard to act like everything is fine & nothing has changed at all . she might even be able to get away with her lies - if it wasn’t for that damn 786 website threatening to spill the tea & make her life hell .

━━ ˊ * 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 & 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 . .

a wannabe good girl gone bad but harbors a deep rooted fear of being a disappointment & a failure due to her mom’s strict parenting style . so like she wants to be rebellious & come across as carefree but internally she’s panic screaming always ( honestly relatable like same , girl )

well - mannered in a sweet southern belle kind of way with her please’s & thank you’s & calling everyone ma’am & sir out of respect & what not

biiiig mom friend energy . she just wants to make sure that everyone is taken care of . she can get very protective & a little helicopter parent-y with her friends . it probably has something to do with control issues that she doesn’t realize she has but we don’t have time to unpack that rn akjsdbk

before her year away i want to say that she was a lot more people please-y / overly eager to please ?? like rarely said no to people that asked for favors , always agreed to any plans people invited her to out of courtesy , & what have you . but now i see her as being a little less patient than before & a little bit more unhinged & quick to shut down or snap

guillable ! naive ! dumb as hell ! believes that everyone was raised with the same values as her & has a big of a heart like she does so she’s easily subjectable to getting her feelings hurt & i say let it happen !!

wants to be mysterious so bad but there is very little known about her & her life that isn’t public knowledge . she could get shit on by a bird & it’ll probably become a twitter highlight idk she just wants to believe she’s imperceptible & acts all evasive in order to keep her private life private but that rarely ever has the desired effect

one of those annoying rich & famous people that’s like “i wasn’t meant to be famous . i was meant to have a normal life & be a normal person” but like !! she is actually so out of touch with reality & probably couldn’t tell you how much milk is at the grocery store because she has people to do mundane day to day things for her . spoiled little privileged rich girl , let’s be real . her dad tried to keep her humble , idk what happened

dance style / career is pretty much inspired by maddie ziegler but also not really bc i am very picky & choosey about which aspects of her career i’m pulling from

boring on social media because she hardly ever posts & is very short with her captions & tweets when she does make an appearance online every blue moon

dodges questions about what she’s been up to while she was gone like she’s in the matrix or something . all that pr training her mom put her through when she was younger is coming in handy because she has not given a single honest , straight answer in the months she’s been back . would rather talk about anything else than herself right now so don’t be surprised if she pulls some random subject changes out of her ass if people get nosy . i’m sure the common conspiracy is that maddie was so embarrassed by the fall on stage that she went into hiding

delaney is the kim kardashian & britney spears of the family while madison is the kourtney & the jamie lynn xoxo

━━ ˊ * 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 . .

ride or die , bad influence , frenemies , family friends , good influence , confidant , rival , girl squad , non judging breakfast club , childhood friend , unlikely friend , exes on good terms , exes on bad terms , neighbors , pr friendship , pr enemy , social media mutuals , party buddies , secret friend , secret hook - up , crush , friends with benefits , adventure buddy , enemy with benefits , dance partners , mentors , mentees , sibling like relationship , will they won’t they , people suspicious of her & her supposed “injury” , father of her baby 👀 jk ..... unless

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