#I am bringing my plushies though :) can't forget the plushies :)

[starscreaming666]

My college is like Yeah you should be able to fit everything you're bringing to residence in a single taxi and if you even think about needing more than a single matchbox of items brother you can just die :)

[mrs-monaghan]

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I saw this ask on another jikook blog and i want to know your opinion about this particular moment the anon was talking about bcz it does feel weird when he went directly to tae for a hug when jimin was in front of him waiting for a hug first.

@chimsvante allow me to steal this gif from you

That's not weird at all to me anon.

But first, can I just say these days I am so cautious of asks like these. They come very nicely coated to sound like it's a Jikooker talking when it's just a vermin trying to start shit. Now I'm not saying you anon or the other anon are tkkrs in disguise, but I'm just cautious is all. Especially because its not the first time JK has hugged other members instead of Jimin even though his boyfriend was right there. So my eyebrow is raised because why bring up the instance with V only?

U get me? Anyway. Sure let's talk about it. But before we do, just incase a Tkkr is reading this, I'd like to remind y'all of a few things that happened during those episodes.

--> My favorite and the most devastating thing ever. JK fishing for Jimin's plushie. He tried and failed and tried and failed until he got frustrated and took off. But what happens after he leaves? He succeeds and doesn't even know it 😭😭😭 JK come back u did it!!!

Tweet.

--> A hug where JK did hug Jimin first so clearly there was no issue. (But notice how quickly he lets go of him)

--> A happy JK when Jimin succeeded pulling the cloth. Notice Jimin went to him first for a hug but JK is clapping instead. (I'm sensing a pattern that I'll address in a minute)

--> Jikook sitting next to eo when eating. Because of course they are

--> How we got everyone else touching eo to guess the dance move but when it was Jikook's turn it cut to Jin. And all we got was this photo

Also, JK what has Jimin's ear got to do with it???

---> Teleport Jimin

--> That whole game how JK kept an Eagle eye whenever it was Jimin getting touched. Especially by V and Suga.

--> In charge Jimin pulling JK possessively towards him where we got this photo

--> Jin had to finish his game before leaving so Jimin said he would wait for him. All others left except JK. Because as we all know they used to use the same car and go to the same house ☕

--> Let's wrap this up with a compilation of Jikook moments from them episodes. Lots of satellite Jeon BTW. So even though he was cautious with them hugs, he was still hovering.

All that is to say if there is anything getting insinuated its not true. Jikook were very fine, with the same habits, same behaviour towards eo.

Now your question why JK hugged V instead of Jimin could be a number of reasons (I cannot speak on the neurodivergent stuff coz I have 0 knowledge on it) but I can only think of one.

1) We've established it happens often and not just with V. Let's not forget that, please.

So, It could be what my anon and i talked about here. JK being cautious to do skinship with Jimin but him having no issue when it comes to other members. Because with Jimin its gonna hit different. That's his boyfriend and he can't help but overthink.

I am leaning more towards this option because we saw Jimin hug JK and Hobi but only Jhope hugged him back. We saw him let go of Jimin quite quickly. Why? Well, we know why. Here when Jimin pulls JK in for that photo they both look at RM. That's suspicious 🧐

Thanks for your question, anon.

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Bonus: We don't talk about Yoonmin; JK's tongue in cheek thing when Jimin suggests him and Suga do the touching thing again. He he hee

[aidansloth]

yes I am making a part 2 of Gareth's headcanons because I'm hyperfixating

Gareth Emerson Headcanons (General):

he has asthma

because of this the whole of Corroded Coffin carry an extra inhaler with them in case he forgets to bring his

him and Eddie make all of Corroded Coffin's merch (banners, shirts, pins ecc.) together since they are the most creative and good with DIY

his favourite subject is History no doubt

if he wasn't a drummer I could see him being a History teacher (the one everyone crushes on)

he owns lots of flannels (also not cut-off ones)

definitely prefers salty over sweet

loves Doritos

I can't tell if he's a dog or cat person, but he would be a cat

he just feels like one okay

he's a morning person, not that he doesn't stay up late sometimes but I just see him waking up early every morning and having his routine

he would make his sister's lunch to take to school<33

pretty pretty boy

he's so pretty

just imagine him in the morning

just woke up

with his morning voice

bed hair

in a t-shirt and his boxers, he lifts his arm to scratch his head and his shirt rides up and you can see a little bit of chub-I LOVE HIM

in his early teens he decided to pack away all of his plushies because they weren't 'metal' enough, but still has the box in the garage because he won't throw them away (he obviously still loves them)

secretly loves Valentine's Day (he knows it's just a commercial holiday but he still loves it)

but his favourite is Halloween

he loves staying home to open the door to the kids doing trick or treating

before Halloween he prepares pretty little bags full of candy to give them

but other times he takes his sisters to trick or treat

he helps them to make their costumes and also holds their bags full of candy while they go knock on doors

he reads comic books (mangas too)

likes black coffee

the most bitter black coffee (like his soul)

100% knows how to make flower crowns, no I will not elaborate

always has tons of things on his bed (pencils, paper, his drumsticks, candy wrappers etc.)

helps his mom bake pies and cakes for the bake sales every year (and loves it)

feeds off energy drinks, they are his only source of energy

Modern!Gareth loves Scene Queen's songs, especially 'Barbie & Ken'

likes reading but not one of his favourite hobbies, though he enjoys fantasy and sci-fi books

always has gum on him to stim (I said in the earlier headcanons that he has ADHD)

is the type to procrastinate till the last minute and do a full essay the night before it was due with 4 cups of coffee and spite

still gets one of the best grades in the class

sometimes reads goodnight stories to his younger sister (he does all of the character voices)

also makes bracelets with them (he uses only red and black beads though because he has an image to maintain)

has tons of blankets

Jeff and Eddie are always overly nice to his mom, they're the type to say "hot mom"

Gareth hates it

but they have fun

he's the type to run up to anyone (his mom, his friends, you etc.) and start ranting about a new hyperfixation of his

he could honestly talk my ear off anytime <333

can't think anymore, this is about it <3

[rosedmuse]

distance; for harusoie 650 days

He's putting the degree he earned in making my heart melt and the butterflies in my stomach flutter at the same time to good use, alright. All that we have together is everything I could ask for. He's been my number one for six hundred fifty days now, and I just know it'll stay that way for many, many more days in the future.

Late afternoon skies the color of bright oranges transition into an early evening expanse of stars twinkling around the cresent moon. Street lights across sidewalks are brought to life in a snap of one's fingers. Clocks all over Veludo Way strike six, sharp; and in a mere couple of moments after, just as he promised, I hear my phone ring.

It's hard, life sucks, I'm in pain. A damsel (not really) in distress is what I am, for living alone in a faraway place isn't a situation I was mentally and emotionally prepared to face.

But alas... I need to get my future on track. Haruto tells me endlessly of how I should make him my inspiration to strive and live out the kind of life I want. I'm not, in any way, opposed to the idea, of course. Although his repetitiveness does get a little funny sometimes, it's still one of his uncountable charms I absolutely adore him for.

"Soie," Haruto says through the line, face and tone both dead serious.

Unfortunately for him, I couldn't contain the little snort I've been holding back since we last spent our minimal free times together, physically; much to his dismay. 

"Finally calling me by the nickname you gave me?"

"NOW, YA BETTER BE GRATEFUL, YA HEAR!?"

It's been a while. Being able to laugh out loudly like this without the slightest worry about what tomorrow (and the day after) holds for each of us.

"I miss you," I tell him, frankly.

A pause; his expression softening when he replies, "I love you, more."

He's putting the degree he earned in making my heart melt and the butterflies in my stomach flutter at the same time to good use, alright. All that we have together is everything I could ask for. He's been my number one for six hundred fifty days now, and I just know it'll stay that way for many, many more days in the future.

"Hmph. Is that all you have to say?

"...My bad, sorry."

Grabbing the plushie nearest to where I am, I hug it close to my chest as I tuck myself into the sofa. Looks like I have to be ready for quite possibly a very long night. Coincidentally, though, I realize, the stuffed toy I now hold in my arms is actually the limited edition Sanrio plush Haruto gave to me ages ago.

"Ah," Haruto says, perhaps recognizing my new companion, "speaking of, shouldn't that be mine?"

Checking the plush, I tilt my head. "Kuromi?"

"Mhm," he hums, setting his phone on a stand while he reaches out to somewhere beyond his camera's view, "have ya forgotten I love purple?"

And how can I forget something as important as that? His favorite color's been purple since forever, giving honor and tribute to the one theater company who took him in when he used to have and be nothing. It may seem insignificant to some, but even the back-end staff and production folks in GOD-za appreciate the special sentiment of their assistant direct. I shake my head in response.

Haruto brings a stuffed toy of his own before the screen, covering most of his face save for his pair of round, lilac eyes I love so much. "And she should be yours."

Long story short, I have Kuromi, and he has Melody. He got me the bad purple girl, and I got him the pink good girl. I thought it was fitting, but he claims otherwise.

"...Why is that?" I challenge him.

"You like pink." He crosses his arms.

"And that's why I like you."

"SEONNE."

Of course, I can't let him get away with this. He started it, anyway. He deserves a taste of his own medicine, even just a few drops.

Lifting both of Kuromi's tiny hands up in surrender, I try to , "look, I'm sorry, alright?"

"Hmph." Haruto still refuses to face his camera. "Ya better thank me. I don't just give anyone the honor of my time."

"Aye, aye sir. If you say so."

And there he begins going on and on about how I must never take him for granted, and instead focus on all the good things he did. For me. For us.

This is indeed going to be a long night, getting back on track's a tough challenge, but as long as I get even the smallest chances to know that we're okayーthat he's okay, distance becomes something we should no longer worry about.

[atlaese]

Homesick at space camp pt. 2 - b.b.

summary: who could have guessed that electrocuting someone could end up in love? pairing: bucky barnes x reader Words: 2.8K TW: fluffy as hell, an itty bitty angst, talking about america's ass™ and mention of beating thanos' ass A/N: this is a part two to this piece, it's very fluffy as the first part was hella angsty!! i hope this makes up for all the angst 💗 (i think it can be read as a stand-alone piece though, you'll just miss some references!)

And I can't forget your style or your cynicism Somehow it was like you were the first to listen To everything we said My smile's an open wound without you And my hands are tied to pages inked to bring you back

- homesick at space camp, Fall Out Boy

MARVEL MASTERLIST | BUCKY BARNES MASTERLIST

The first time you met Bucky was during one of your first training sessions at the compound.

Freshly recruited by Natasha because of your extraordinary powers, you were trying to electrocute a dummy doll that was in the middle of the room, without touching it. Natasha was yelling things at you, willing you to do something, trying to get you riled up so your powers would manifest to a proportion they never had before.

Your abilities were still very new to you - touching something could generate tiny sparks from within you, a little crackle of electricity flowing from your fingers to the object, rendering it useless. At home, you had burned through 3 toasters before you noticed you were the problem, not the crappy appliance.

A few members of the team had wandered in after their own training session, mainly to check what exactly you were capable of and how training of the newest recruit was progressing.

Everything in the room was made of a plushy material, except the metal harness that was sitting around the dummy doll. The goal was to eventually electrocute every material possible, but right now only conductors like metal worked.

Well, apparently vibranium worked as well, because when the small sparks on your fingers were tingling with a golden hue around them, you misdirected the stream of electricity towards the only other conductor in the room - Bucky’s vibranium arm.

Bucky was lucky you weren’t very powerful yet, because the small sparks only short circuited his arm for mere moments, the golden sparks dancing over his arm up towards his flesh shoulder and disappearing when they reached his skin.

The sparks that were illuminating your hands immediately faded out as you ran over to check on Bucky as he groaned, his fingers in an unnaturally tight grip as his arm refused to move.

“Oh my god, I am so sorry!” your hands came up to your face as you felt heat rising to your cheeks. Meeting the team had been awkward enough as is - they had been working together for so long, they knew each other inside out. Now you just electrocuted one of the members, probably breaking the arm.

“It’s- it’s fine,” Bucky grunted as he rubbed the shoulder with his other hand, there was a small red flicker in the arm that didn’t predict anything good.

“I’m gonna have to call Shuri,” he added as he checked the plates that were moving on their own.

“I am so sorry,” you apologized again as you felt the electricity tingling at your fingers once more.

“Please,” he said as he eyed your fingers that were creating tiny golden sparks, “if you do it again I’m not sure my arm will survive.”

You hid your hands in the pockets of your sweater and cringed, “can’t really control it yet, sorry.”

“Stop apologising, will ya?” he pointed out, as he nodded his head towards one of the many conference rooms, “I’m calling Shuri, but you should tell her what exactly you did. She can determine whatever needs to be done so it doesn’t happen again.”

Natasha rolled her eyes at Bucky but let you go anyway, knowing you wouldn’t be able to do anything during that session anymore because you felt so bad for electrocuting Bucky.

* * *

“So exactly how many volts did you send through his arm?” Shuri’s voice flowed through the speakers, her hologram leaning a bit towards Bucky’s elbow to check some things from a bit closer.

“Uh, I guess somewhere around 250?” you guessed as you stared at her hologram that was lighting up the room, “that’s what the meter said when I tested it recently.”

She let out a loud cackle and threw her head  back,  “that must’ve pricked didn’t it, white wolf? I know you’re secretly more of a baby than you let on!”

Bucky just scoffed, but a smile was present on his face nonetheless. The time he spent in Wakanda made him grow closer to Shuri with her wit and sarcasm that didn’t stray that far from his.

Shuri gave you and Bucky instructions on how to reset the arm, to get it back into shape. you found some rubber gloves, hoping to not electrocute the man again and followed whatever Shuri said to a tee.

And that is exactly how the two of you grew closer than ever. Everytime he needed someone to substitute for Shuri’s hands, he dragged you to the lab to help him. When Shuri wasn’t immediately available, you’d talk about missions and then about what your favourite show was and eventually why it was so difficult to get a normal cup of coffee in this country that wasn’t overflowing with sugar.

When he complained about how hot it was in the lab, even though the compound had state of the art aircon, you’d let your hands sift through his long hair and braid it, so it didn’t stick to his neck anymore.

After hours, you’d sometimes train together in hand-to-hand combat, as Bucky had stated that you couldn’t rely on your abilities alone - what if you ever have a black out, like in an electrical facility, if that’s possible or what if someone is entirely made of rubber, you never know these days!

He understood why you locked yourself in your room after you accidentally hurt someone with your powers, as he did the same when another horrible memory made its way back to his thoughts. It felt like he was the first one who really understood how disgusting you felt when you saw a friend fall to the ground because of you, the moment playing on repeat during your nightmares as well.

It didn’t take long before you found yourselves on the roof of the compound together, looking up at the stars and quietly laughing about Sam’s rigorous glutes workout, because he too wanted to be America’s Ass - he already had it, but you didn’t mind watching him sweat in the gym when you were on the treadmill.

It wasn’t a surprise to you when Bucky’s soft lips slated over yours one night, the cold metal of his fingers leaving goosebumps in their wake as they traced over your collarbone. You inhaled his scent and buried your face in his neck afterwards, embarrassed about the way you were tongue tied and couldn’t express anything but a shuddery sigh.

Everything about him was intoxicating, from the way he held onto your hand under the table at dinner, lightly rubbing his thumb to calm you down when Natasha was teasing you, to his cocky grin as he threw you on the training mat after a sparring session, his body dipping down faster than you could pull him down by the neck of his shirt.

Bucky had you wrapped around his waist when you were sitting on the back of his motorcycle and around his finger, too. He was smitten with you, too. Every time you broke an appliance, a replacement would be there the next morning, a small post-it note stuck on it with a stupid joke on it, never failing to make you feel better.

Bucky told you he loved you for the first time in the meadow not far from the compound, the stars a perfect backdrop for his declaration of love, as your eyes were shining just as bright as the galaxy. Needless to say, you only returned back to the compound in the early morning, your clothes just a little more wrinkled than before, but dopey grins on both your faces as you didn’t let each other out of sight for the next few hours.

* * *

The moment his warm embrace wasn’t waiting for you when the spaceship landed, everything around you broke apart. The meadow wasn’t the same as it was before, and the secluded spot on the roof was now just a windy and cold place without Bucky’s broad frame blocking off the wind.

His motorcycle that was still parked in the garage became dusty, his helmet still hanging around the handlebars, as if he had just come back from a drive.

Your fists were raw from using the punching bag as if it were Thanos himself, using the techniques Bucky had taught you, when his big hands on your hips would correct your stance so you’d be able to beat someone up without hurting yourself.

The first year went by like a high speed train. The whole world had fallen in chaos, as well as the Avengers. Nat had done her best to get everything in order, but you didn’t miss the bags under her eyes and how she sometimes choked up and left the kitchen when someone brought up a memory.

Your powers also started manifesting at random moments, especially when your emotions were getting the best of you. One time it was so bad, you had depleted all your powers and ended up in the medical bay, where Bruce was trying to figure out how your powers had turned on you - it felt like they were trying to kill you.

After that scare, you started to go through the grieving process like a normal person would. Your therapist suggested journaling or videoing the proces, so you’d be able to see how far you had come already.

The journaling had been hard, it reminded you so much when Bucky would leave post-it notes or when he would doodle on your hand during a movie he just didn’t find interesting at all.

Videoing proved to be the perfect way to deal with everything. One problem your therapist didn’t think of - every video was addressed to Bucky, which wasn’t the best coping mechanism, but it did make you feel like he was just on a very long mission.

You recorded when you ate soup out of the container, because preparing a bowl was just too exhausting. You recorded yourself after you had a sparring with Natasha and you recorded the process of your powers becoming stronger than ever.

After the spaceship debacle with Tony, you tried to use the electricity you could generate for powering things - instead of only short circuiting things and people. You wanted to use your power for good as well, not only destroying things and people.

So the moment Scott Lang showed up at the compound again after 5 years of being in the quantum realm with the ridiculous idea of time travel, you didn’t think twice and even used your powers to help the machine work to its fullest potential.

* * *

When the familiar tune of Bucky’s ringtone finally started going off on your phone, you knew Bruce had succeeded in correctly using the infinity stones to bring half of the population back from nothing.

Even seeing his face on the caller ID made everything feel like it was falling back into the place it was before the snap, the familiar blue eyes making your heart beat out of your chest, the adrenaline coursing through your body again. It felt like spring - your body was slowly coming back to life again, after being dormant for the winter season.

You pressed the green button, but once you heard his smooth voice on the other side of the line, you couldn’t help but let a sob come out. Every emotion that had passed through you the last five years came back to you, the heartbreak when you realized Bucky was gone, the grief when you realized he wouldn’t be coming back, the emptiness deep inside your heart. The emptiness had been the hardest to deal with, along with the memories that made their way back in the most inconvenient moments.

“Hello, y/n? Where are you?”

“Are you okay, y/n?”

It had been over five years since you heard his voice that wasn’t a voice mail or one of the many videos on your phone, but it still sounded the same, even over the crispy noise through the phone.

“Yeah, yeah I’m okay now,” your hoarse voice managed to get out, tears ready to spill.

“I’m- I’m coming to get you Bucky,” you breathed out, “stay where you are.”

You didn’t even wait for Friday to open the doors that were still in lockdown mode, as you touched your finger to the touch screen, sending a few volts through it and opening the door.

Tony had made some sort of disapproving sound, but you just ran through the compound, straight to the quinjet that was on a landing platform outside.

You were preparing for take-off, the routine stuck in your head as Natasha and Steve also boarded the plane, eager to see their friends that had disappeared in Wakanda all those years ago, too.

When the quinjet finally landed in Wakanda, you rushed out of the back door that was opening way too slow for you.

And there he was.

Bucky was standing next to a ton of other people, but the only thing you could see was his brilliant smile and his blue eyes that were now looking at you again.

In a second you were in his arms again, the hug you missed for five years. You inhaled his scent as you buried your face in his neck, a sob now wracking through your whole body as you realized he was finally back.

After he had soothingly rubbed his hands over your back for a few minutes, you pulled back to scan his face. You memorized every feature on his face that hadn’t changed a bit in 5 years, as if it was the last time you would ever see him again.

“You didn’t change one bit,” you gasped, your fingers tracing the familiar lines on his face, “your scruff is still the exact same, it-, it still has this patch.”

“You did change quite a bit, sweetheart,” he chuckled as he put his hand under your chin to get a better look at you, “I like the hair.”

“Got a few more scars as well,” you let out a wet laugh as Bucky wiped his thumbs under your eyes, trying to get rid of the tears that kept coming.

“I’m sorry,” Bucky softly said, “I can’t imagine how hard it has been.”

“It wasn’t your fault, Bucky,” you tried to get him to realize, “Thanos handed us our asses.”

The quinjet was filled with your friends again, and when you landed at the compound again, Peter Parker flung his arms around your neck as well.

The Avengers were whole again, ready to finally defeat the purple giant that had been plaguing your galaxy for years.

With Bucky next to you, you weren’t afraid to use your powers against the alien army that was waiting for you.

You lost some people along the way, had to say goodbye to friends and go to many funerals, but afterwards, you ended up at the meadow with Bucky, the stars once again shining brightly above you.

The weeks after, you showed him the journals and the videos you made during the Blip. It was hard to see yourself again during the worst years of your life, but you were also grateful for the growth you had gone through.

You showed Bucky your powers, showed him how you could power a single solar panel as well as power a small town, just with a snap of your fingers.

The last thing you showed him was the video you made on the spaceship, when you thought you would be the one to disappear in the black nothingness of space.

Bucky teared up, his blue eyes an ocean you were happily drowning in as he watched how bad you looked on the spaceship, your voice only a ghost of what it usually was.

When he heard the part about the failed proposals, he scoffed but he rolled onto you, the grass tingling in your neck as he pressed a few kisses against your lips.

“Now I’m gonna do it for real,” he whispered as he dipped down again to press a string of kisses from your jaw to your throat and even lower, the hot summer night a blanket over the two of you.

And yeah, eventually he was able to get on one knee and ask you the question he had tried to ask you a million times before. Of course, you knew when he was going to do it, Bucky was still as un-subtle as ever, but when he finally put the ring on your finger, you still cried.

Bucky finally had his happy ending, and you had yours.

[reminiscing-writer]

Off The Deep End

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Warnings: violence, harsh language, fainting, miscarriage, and lots and lots of crying.

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Derek Morgan, if you go over to those curtains one more time, I swear on all my plushies back at Quantico, I will beat your ass myself.” Penelope threatens for the fourth time in the past few hours. She receives a smile from Emily who’s seated beside a napping JJ.

“Babygirl. I’m just trying to open a window, it’s too hot here.” He squints at her, with sweat beads on his forehead.

“I don’t care!” She snaps, placing her laptop aside a little rougher than she'd like. She gets up from her spot on the couch, and shoves Derek aside from the open window, “You’re going to sweat through your clothes, you are going to make a puddle on this floor. I don’t care! But, we are not opening these, because if these open, then my internet fades away, and if my internet goes away, then I can't do any digging to find Spencer. So, no, Derek, you may not open the window!” She snaps.

He stares at her for a moment with wide eyes silently. As she returns back to her spot he follows her and sits at her feet.

“What?” She growls frustratedly. He softly takes her glasses off her face and folds them, putting them aside. “I can't see without those, Derek.” She huffs, going to take them back. He stops her hands, and brings them to his mouth and gives her knuckles soft kisses.

“Sweetie, I know this is stressful. It’s hard on all of us,” He speaks to her with love, “but, it's important we don't lose our temper with each other.” She looks at him dearly with teary eyes.

“I just wish I could do more.” She sniffles quite like a mouse, tears dripping from her eyes, “I feel like we’re not doing enough to help him.”

The team is all at wits end. It’s very clear. Earlier, Hotch had lost his temper with JJ because she hadn’t ‘talked to the local police about the case yet’. Even he knew that was a ridiculous thing to argue over, because, the local PD had nothing to do with this case. But, nonetheless, he had yelled at her, and she had argued back, causing the both to walk away from each other heated.

“Well, then talk to me. Tell me, what is it that can help you work better.” Derek wipes his dear friends cheeks, “Want me to help set the internet a little better?” He asks, stroking her cheeks with his large hands.

Her lips perk up at the corners, “Now you're talking my language, Baby.” She nods like a little child. The two continue back and forth for a bit. They don't realize they have a watcher from afar.

From the dining table in the kitchen, Amelia sat watching the two agents longingly. She knew they didn't have a romantic relationship, but she envied the way they were touching each other and smiling and loving. She envied them and she hated herself for it. Because, with every hour that passed without Spencers being found, was another hour that she was growing angrier.

Not at the team, she knew they were trying their best. But, at herself? She didn't really know; she just needed to be angry at something, or someone.

“How are you feeling?” A hand on Amelia's back startles her. She looks up to see Aaron.

He was older than her by a good decade or so, but Spencer always spoke with such respect to his name. Not so much as a father figure, but more so an older brother. So, eventually that's the role Amelia gave him in her life also.

“Alright,” She lied, taking a sip of her unintended cold coffee.

He takes a seat beside her. He’s about to say something when Derek and Penelope both call for Amelia.

Both of the two seated in the kitchen come into the living room. Hearing their call startles JJ awake, as she was napping on the love seat opposite to them. Emily places a hand on her thigh to reassure her nothing has happened.

“Ameilia,” Garcia starts off just above a whisper, “did you ever have anyone come and check your internet?”

All eyes are on her, “Yeah,” she's confused. She already said the internet was slow. Why does it matter? “I called someone a couple months back, but he didn't really help. In fact, I think it just got worse after he checked it.” She half shrugs. “Spencer thought I was crazy when I told him that.” She gives a ghost of a smile.

“What exactly did he do? The man you called for the wi-fi?” Penelope pries.

“Why does it matter?” Hotch asks.

“Just give me a second to figure this out,” Penelope stalls, looking back to Amelia, “What did he do when he came?”

Amelia licks her dry lips, starting to get anxious, “Um- he checked our router and our modem. Said it was old school, and he would give us a new one free of cost.” She takes a shaky breath in, “Why?”

“Where’s the new system he set up?” Derek asks, standing up from the couch he was seated on.

After Amelia points to the closet in her room, she comes back to Penelope. “Pen, what is it?”

“I have a hunch,” Garcia says, typing on her laptop, “I don't want to be right about it.” Derek comes out of the room with a tiny black box with flashing red lights. He hands it to Garcia, who without a beat says, “But, I'm afraid I am.”

“Sweatpea, this isn’t a new modem. This is a blocker.” Penelope says, turning it around and switching off numerous buttons on it. “The guy, whoever he was, came in here, and planted this on purpose.” She speaks directly to Ameila, though the whole team is watching her with wide eyes.

“Why would - why would someone do that?” Amelia stutters.

“It all makes so much more sense now!” Penelope's brain switches a flip and she tosses the blocker onto the floor, and starts typing hard on her computer. She laughs, “My internet is back! And I got something else too!” JJ gets up to stretch her legs and is instructed by Pen to go and open the curtains.

She's confused, but follows orders as told.

“Derek Morgan, I could kiss you.” Peneople is in her own world.

“I would love that, I really would. But, if we could know why…?” He snaps in front of her screen but she shoos his fingers away. She's in a trance. Maybe it's just because her internet is back up and running, but Amelia begins to get impatient.

She finally turns the screen around to show the team what she's looking at. She's panting as though she ran a mile in under a minute.

The whole team looks at her screen in confusion. “Is that-?” Emily starts.

“Is that us?” Amelia finishes.

“That's us.” Morgan confirms as he raises his arm just to watch his arm raise on the screen.

“What is going on?” Aaron looks at Penelope.

Penelope waits for a dramatic pause, and then she says with complete confidence, “Amelia, someone has been watching you and Spencer for a while now. That same someone was the one who had that blocker planted in your apartment, so they could block any interruptions in and out of here. My bet is,” She turns her laptop back around, “they’re the ones in charge of Spencer's kidnapping.”

Amelia takes in all the information one by one. “But, I called the internet guy just out of chance.” She recalls her memory.

“Where did you find his number?” Emily asks.

“Spencer gave it to me. Actually, he’s the one who called him.” She remembers, “I had complained to him that I was having trouble working on my kindergarteners report cards, so he said he had found someones number on a bulletin board. He’d spoken to him himself, and said the guy would come over the weekend.”

“This is good,” Hotch says, “this is the closest thing to a lead we’ve had since Spencer has gone missing. Emily and Derek, you two go and check out the bulletin boards back at the office, and check if you can see what number Spencer had gotten in contact with.”

The two agents nod, and head out of the apartment, “Penelope,” Hotch says. As she looks up, he replies, “great work.” She beams a smile.

Amelia feels something deep in her stomach. Maybe it's the baby she never forgets about. Or, maybe it's the sense of guilt taking over her. Because, if she hadn't complained to Spencer about the crappy wi-fi, then the man wouldn't have come over. If he didnt come over, he wouldn't have planted the blocker which would mean they wouldn't have surveillance on them. Which would mean Spencer wouldn't have gotten kidnapped, and then he’d still be here today holding her close and-

She begins to feel lightheaded and loses her footing slightly staggering in place. Aaron quickly catches eye of her losing balance and runs up to her. He quickly places a hand on her back and seats on the nearest couch.

“Amelia, we will find him, you have to take it easy..” He reassures her. Most, if not all, of the team knew about her pregnancy. Only the females had made it verbal, but the males also showed just a little extra care towards her in the past 24 hours

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Emily and Derek roll up to their Quanatico office half an hour after the conversation back at the Doctors apartment. They both step out of the car. “So, what are we looking for?” Derek asks, taking off his sunglasses, tucking them into his back pocket.

“Well, Amelia said Spencer had found the electricians number on the bulletin board. Our first best bet is probably the one in the kitchen.”

“But,” Derek opens the door for Emily, “is it really like him to just call a random stranger over to his apartment? I mean, the guy doesn't sound like he worked for a big company.”

The two file into the elevator and start heading up, “Well, he's not really one for technology, is he? He wouldn't really care as long as the problem got solved. Amelia said herself, the problem wasn't bothering him, it was bothering her.” Emily walks out of the elevator first after it stops.

“And, he would do anything in his power to help her be happy.” Derek says as they walk into the bullpen and head for the kitchen. “Even if that meant calling up a stranger and asking for help.”

When they walk into the kitchen nothing stands out to them. Coffee is brewing for other agents, sing has a few dirty mugs, and the bulletin board is just filled with papers they'd seen before.

Derek skims the pages and doesn't seem satisfied, “This is all the regular stuff. Flyers for newbies, orientation timings, and lectures by older agents. Nothing about electricians.”

“Well, there has to be something somewhere.” Emily grunts as she goes to fill herself a mug of hot caffeine. She offers to make Derek a cup, but he declines politely.

“Okay, so I’m Pretty Boy, okay?” He looks at Prentiss, “My wife needs help with the internet at home. I don't know jack squat about that stuff, so what do I do?”

“Ask someone else for help?”

“But, I'm also too shy to ask someone myself. I don't see any flyers here at work, so…” he trails for a second before continuing, “maybe, i see a flyer at my regular cafe.” He lifts an eyebrow suggestively.

Emliy hums in agreement, “Could be.” She nods, “He does get to work with coffee in hand, so he has a regular spot. Someone was already watching him, so they probably knew that. Could’ve planted a trap for him there.”

Derek takes out his phone and dials a memorized number on speaker, “Speak to me, Chocolate Thunder.” Penelope answers.

“Hey, Mama. I need you to look up the route from Spencer's apartment to work. Tell me what coffee shops you see between us.”

Typing begins on the other side before the hear Amelia's shy voice.

“Is this regarding Spencer?”

“Yeah,” Emily answers, “would you happen to know where he got his morning coffee from, Amelia?”

“Uh, yes,,” she replies, “it’s this small cafe like ten minutes from here.” She pauses, “I think it's called The Corner Brewery.”

“Already sent you the address to your cells.” Garcia adds.

“Of course The Genius marries a Genius.” Derek smiles, “You're a lifesaver, Amelia. You too, PC. Get back to you two soon.” He hangs up.

“To the The Corner Brewery we go.” Emily jangles the keys.

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Amelia is in the kitchen making some pasta. No one is hungry, including her. But no one stops her, because she needs something to keep herself busy or she goes back into overthinking mode. Unhealthy for her and the baby.

Penelope sits clacking away at her computer. She had a router backtracking number from the camera she had gotten connected to (the surveillance footage one), so she was hoping she could find the location it was coming from.

Hotch sat across from her, on the phone with Strauss because she was on his ass about his entire team being absent from work with no notice. Hotch was winning the argument, he usually is.

JJ walks into the kitchen, “Can I help?” She offers.

“No, thank you.” Amelia says quietly and politely.

“Amelia,” JJ calls for her attention, “Em and Derek are so close to getting more information. We’ll find him. I promise.”

“Aren't you not allowed to give empty promises like that?” Amelia locks eyes with JJ for the first time all day. It knocks the breath out of Jennifer because she sees just how broken Amelia looks. Her eyes are puffy and rimmed red from constant crying. Her nose is red, and her lips are trembling.

“I’m sorry, I-”

“It’s okay, I just-,” Amelia turns back to the pot she was stirring, “I really want him to come back home, but please stop giving me false hope.”

It breaks JJ’s heart seeing Amelia so broken. They were never super close, but Amelia was Spencer's wife. And, Spencer was her best friend, and that was enough for her to love Amelia.

A knock on the front door breaks the girl's attention away from their brief conversation.

Hotch stands up immediately, and JJ protectively stands in front of Amelia, with her hand immediately on the gun on her waist. Hotch takes a slow step towards the door, and calls out loudly, “Who is it?”

No answer.

Hotch looks back at JJ, and when she nods, indicating she's ready to fire on command, he swiftly opens the door, pulling out his own gun simultaneously. There's no one at the door, which makes Amelia exhale a breath she didn't know she was holding.

Theres a small package on the welcome mat outside, and just as the previous package, in messy handwriting, it has Mrs. Reid scribbled on it.

Hotch quickly looks outside the door left, right, then left again, and brings the package inside. After shutting and locking the door, he places it on the center table.

Amelia, still traumatized from the last thing they received slowly approaches it, “What is it?”

Aaron shrugs, “Light,” he lowers himself to inspect the package before opening it, “doesn't seem like there's much in it.”

“Maybe you should go inside,” Penelope offers, “since last time-”

“No,” Amelia quickly interjects, “I can handle it. I can do it, I have to. This is about my husband.” She inhales deeply, “I can be strong for him. Open it, Aaron,” She encourages him with the fakest face of courage she can muster up.

He waits a moment, but realizes she's not going anywhere. He begins opening the packing cautiously, just to realize it's a cardboard box. Inside is just a disk. A CD. No label, no tag, no writing. Just a CD.

All heads turn to Garcia, and she nods and holds out a palm to Hotch, “Pass it, I’ll check what it is.”

He hands it to her and she inserts into her laptop. Amelia is seated beside her watching her work away on her laptop.

“There’s a single file on here. A video.” She squints at her screen.

Without another movement made by Garcia, a video opens up on her computer. Her and Amelia gasp in unison. It’s Spencer. Tied to a chair, bloody rag covering his now four-fingered hand.

He looks scared, and bloodied and bruised. His hair is matted down to his forehead and one of his eyes is so swollen that it’s shut. Breathing labored, he tilts his up towards the camera slightly, his messy hair moving with him.

Amelias eyes water and her lips tremble. She covers her mouth with a shaky hand to stop herself from crying. Be brave, she reminds herself, be brave and strong for Spencer.

Penelope places her equally shaking hand on her friends thigh, just as to remind her, we’re here for you.

“Whenever you’re ready, Spencie.” A voice says from off camera. Garcia places the laptop front and center on the living room coffee table.

Spencer takes a deep breath, “Amelia,” his bottom lip quivers, “I am so sorry, Sweetheart.” At the mention of the nickname Amelia whimpers. “I didn’t mean for any of this to happen, and I would never have hoped you would be involved in this also.” He shut both his eyes and looked down at his lap. “We’ll figure this out, Buttercup.” This nickname causes Amelia's eyes to water and start streaming silent tears. “Just you and me, against the world.” A small smile from him earns him an identical one from his wife.

“And, Amelia, I promise you,” he swallows hard, looking back up once again. His face almost unrecognizable, this time JJ looks away with her eyes shut, “once I get out of here, you and me, we’ll go on that date to Griffith Park observatory you’ve always wanted to go to. But, maybe we’ll skip the ending, I don’t like the end of the observatory.” Amelia furrows her brows, her heart beating a mile a minute. “And, then, maybe we could watch a movie. Like that one Jim Carrey film. What was it? Something, Ventura? It was top class acting, I know you said that.” Amelia can sense something off, but she couldn’t place her finger on it. She messily wipes her tears, sniffling. She stands up catching the eye of JJ.

“Please, Amelia.” Spencer pleaded desperately, “I love you.” He was crying too. His voice was shaking. He was at his breaking point.

“Hey, Lover Boy!” The same voice from before came loudly. A man walked from behind the camera, keeping in mind of not showing his face. He walks towards Spencer, his back to the viewers, “Would you like to give us the password now?”

Amelias breathing shallowes, and she unconsciously placed a hand on her stomach. As she stares at Spencer with wide eyes, the man swings a punch straight to his gut. “Couldn’t hear you, dear.” He chuckles evilly.

Amelia watches in horror as the man cracks his knuckles, “Speak up for me.'' Another punch gets delivered to her husband's chest.

“Please stop.” Spencer pleaded, spitting blood. The sight made Amelia cry loudly, and Aaron tries to move her from in front of the screen.

“Garcia, turn it off.” He orders, equally shaken up.

“I’m trying,” she cries, tapping at herkeyboard, “it won’t go away.” She sniffles desperately.

“You know what I want. Give it to me, and I’ll stop.” The man threatens. He walks away for a second just to return back into the screen with a large metal rod.

“Garcia!” Aaron scolds loudly.

“It won’t turn off!” She yells back, scared.

Spencer squeezes his eyes shut, and as if Amelia's body couldn’t handle seeing her husband get hurt any longer, her eyes shut on her, and she falls straight to the floor.

“I’ll tell you!” The team hears Spencer plead on camera. But, no one is watching the screen anymore. Instead, they all quickly huddle around Amelia, who lay on the floor. Eyes shut with tears streaking her cheeks. The commotion of the apartment is loud for the next few moments.

Spencer in the video giving a password to his captor. Garcia is on the phone with the police, telling them to send an ambulance to her current address. JJ is trying to wake up Amelia, her head being softly placed onto the agents lap.

JJ strokes Amelia's hair softly, “Amelia, please. Please wake up.” She whispers, her eyes ready to leak tears.

Aaron, in the midst of the chaos, turns his attention to Spencer just to hear him say the last few letters.

“That’s not right.” He mumbles, grabbing JJ’s attention.

“What?” She looks up.

“That’s not the code. If the code they want is the Integrity Files one, he gave them a faulty password.”

“Why would he do that?” She asks.

A few moments later, paramedics rush into the apartment. After Garcia argues her way into the ambulance also, JJ and Aaron agree to meet at the hospital.

“I’ll let Derek and Emily know.” JJ says to Garcia as she sits next to a still unconscious Amelia. Penelope nods and the medics shut the ambulance doors.

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Back at The Corner Brewery, Derek and Emily walk with purpose. The barista asks them for their orders.

“No coffee, although, we were wondering if you guys had a bulletin board of any sort?” Emily asks as Derek takes a look around.

The cafe was very large. It was busy, and the amount of customers made Derek nervous if they would find any information they seeked.

“Yes,” the man behind the counter replied bored, “we allow paying customers to post any advertisements they want over there.” He points to a cork board that hung at the end of the store.

Very big, and very much covered in papers, and stickers and flyers.

They nod, and before heading to the board, Derek feels the need to flash his badge. Just to show that he has a reason to be here.

“Where do we start?” Emily gawks at the board. There’s at least 50 different papers layered on top of one another.

The two agents start to remove paper by paper to see if they can see any ads that may stand out. After half an hour of unsuccessful searching, Derek excused himself.

“I gotta take a bathroom break, Prentiss.” He walks away as she nods. He walks up to the barista and asks for the men’s room. As he’s about to walk away, he catches glimpse of a page hanging behind the wall the barista stood in front of. “Hey, my man.” He grabs the servers attention, “What’s that?” He points to the page.

The barista comes by. He tears the paper off the wall and hands it to him. “An ad, probably hung up by one of the other servers here. Customers aren’t allowed back here.” He gives a half shrug before walking away.

Need help with bad internet? Call us today!

Derek rushes back to Em to show her what he found.

“Hey, check this out.” He hands it to her.

She reads it over. It looks simple, like it was printed at home. A stock photo image of a computer with a large red cross over it. The heading was big and bold. Loud enough to catch attention.

At the bottom of the page, there was a name and number.

“Leonel Cassum.” Emily reads the name at the bottom.

“I think we should give him a call,” Derek looks over at the number, “after that bathroom break.” He turns back around to where he was before.

-

“So, Leonel,” Derek starts, sitting opposite of the male they called in for questioning, “tell me, how’s business?”

He’s confused. The freckles on his nose move as he scrunches his nose, “It’s alright, going decent enough.” He looks from Derek to Emily and back. “Am I allowed to ask why I’m here?”

Derek gives a large smile, almost condescendingly, “Of course you are,” he pauses, waving over Emily. She hands him a folder. “now, do you know who Dr. Spencer Reid is?”

The young blonde shakes his head. “No, why am I here?” There’s a shake in his voice.

“Because,” Emily takes a seat next to Derek, “Dr. Reid is missing. And you’re our only lead. The whole case is sitting on your shoulders.” She points her index to him.

He stares back, mouth agape, “W-what? No, no that’s not possible.” He leans forward, “Look, you guys have the wrong guy. I didn’t do anything. I don’t even know who that is!” He looks desperately from one agent to the other.

“Really?” Emily raises an eyebrow, “Well, it says in your call records,” she opens her folder, “that you spoke to Dr. Reid exactly three months ago. It was a five minute long call. He had called you, at,” she squints at her page, “8 in the morning. Early, huh?” She looks to Morgan.

“Well, maybe Leonel here isn’t an early riser. That’s why he doesn’t remember who he spoke with. Right, Leonel?” Derek looks to their guest.

He stares back, “I- I may have spoken to him.” He shrugs, “But, I speak to a lot of people everyday. It’s nothing significant.”

“Well, it must’ve been. Because, you spoke to him on a Friday, and agreed the very next day. Fast service for such a busy company.” Emily counters.

Leonel looks to the dark haired agent, “It must’ve been a slow weekend, I really don’t know what you guys are intending.” He continues his innocence.

Emily stands up slamming the table with her palms, scaring the kid, “We’re intending you spoke to the Doctor, came to his house, placed a blocker in his home,” she inches close to Leonel's face, “and have been watching him like a stalker since then. Now he’s gone missing! So, who’s head is that on? Yours!” She yells in his face.

Leonel scoots back, “I didn’t do any of that!” He cries.

“We have footage of you walking into his apartment, Leonel!” Emily walks around the table so she’s next to his chair, “How much are you going to lie before you break?” She stares at him menacingly. Derek quietly watches, playing the good cop between them.

Leonel's shoulders start to shake.

“I’m real tight on money.” He squeaks. “Some guy came up to me at a cafe and told me he’d pay me hefty if I just go along with a few things he wanted.” He looks to Derek, almost ignoring Emily.

“It started off small, like just making a flyer. Then he told me I'd receive a call,” he wipes his nose with his sleeve, “and after a few days, I did. I was told what to say, and I did exactly that.” He wipes his tears quickly, “All I did was set up a small blocker in his apartment.” His breathing gets shaky again, “But, that’s all! That’s all I did! I didn’t kidnap anyone! I didn’t hurt anyone! I swear!” He cries.

Emily goes back around next to Derek, “If he’s saying the truth, then there’s another surveillance guy.”

“I don’t know who he is,” Leonel speaks quietly, “but,” he swallows hard, “I can tell you where he’s at. I heard the guys who hired me talk about it once.”

Leonel gets sat with a facial artist first, to hopefully get a rough sketch of the man who hired him. And then he gives the address of what he thinks should be the place the creep who was watching Spencer is set up.

-

Derek drives to the given address, which happens to be just a street opposite of Spencer and Amelia's abode.

“Makes sense, seeing as how close this is to Amelia's place,” Emily gets out of the passenger seat and looks up at a tall building, squinting as the sun hits her eyes.

“Well, this is the address blondie gave us, so let's give it a look.” Derek starts to walk into the apartment complex before them.

They walk in and quickly come to realize that anything could happen in this building, and no one would know. The place was empty. Maybe there were residents living there, but whoever they were, they were very much to themselves.

The two agents make sure their badges are on display on their belts, and start to inspect the building. Slowly making their way up each floor, they finally stop at the 7th floor. As the elevator doors open, Derek stops the doors from closing with his hands, “Well, this looks promising.”

The floor seemed to be under construction. Paint buckets laid everywhere, and plastic sheets hung from the walls.

As the two stepped out of the elevator, they hear a paint can fall in the distance. Instantly whipping their head in that direction, Emily calls out loudly, “Federal Agents! Who's there?”

When instead of a reply they hear footsteps running, both of them grab a hold of their weapons and start running towards the sound. Derek gives a quick and quiet hand motion, telling Emily to split up to over more ground.

It a large floor and the place is split into different sections just by plaster or lanky wood. Once the footsteps stop, the only sound they hear is wind and their own breathing. Neither of the agents say a word.

Then, a sound behind Morgan, something sounding like a rustling makes him whip his entire body around and instinctively tackle. And rightfully so, because down goes the man they’re supposedly looking for.

Emily comes running up next to the two men who are wrestling, (although Morgan is most definitely winning). She hands Derek a pair of handcuffs and pulls out her vibrating cell to see JJs caller ID.

“Great time, JJ,” She breathes into the phone catching her breath. “We’ve got good news.”

“I’ve got some bad news.” JJ says at the same time on the other end. When Emily doesn’t say anything else, she continues, “What’s the good news?”

Emily walks a few feet away from Derek as he forces his handcuffed man up forcefully. She walks towards a set up right by an open window. A camera, a laptop, a few other boxes that are beeping green and red, and something that she didn’t expect; a large sniper rifle. All aiming straight at the dear doctors apartment.

“We found our peeping Tom. Well, he seems more like sniping Tom, but you know what I mean.” Emily says, “What’s the bad news?” She furrows her brows.

“Amelia fainted at the apartment.” JJ says, “We received a video of Spencer and she passed out while watching it. We’re headed to the hospital now.”

“Okay, we’ll meet you there.” Em replies, following Derek into the elevator.

“Oh, yeah, and Em?”

“Yeah?”

“This is about the Integrity Case. The kidnappers were torturing Reid for the password on camera.”

-

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We’re so sorry. Sorry. So sorry. We tried. Our deepest condolences.

It doesn’t make any sense to Amelia. Sorry about what? She can barely remember what’s happened, and here doctors and nurses apologizing to her.

She continues to stay silent as a male doctor stands before her speaking of something that doesn’t register in her brain.

She’s in a hospital. She knows that. She’s been changed into a gown, she knows that also. Her mind feels woozy, that’s something also.

A nurse steps in front of her, “Is there anything I can do for you, Darling? Before we leave you for a bit.”

Amelia licks her lips before speaking, “I’m just a little lost,” as she speaks, she realizes she’s slurring her words slightly, “what’s happened?” She blinks hard.

“Oh,” the nurses blinks, “well, you’re friends out there say you had a fainting episode. And, well, sometimes if the body is undergoing a lot of stress, it can put a lot of stress on the baby also.” She's speaking slowly and clearly- unlike the doctor before her. “Sometimes, that can cause the fetus to get over worked,” she tilts her head slightly, “and, in your case, unfortunately, the fetus was far too young to try and save.”

The words slowly start to settle into Amelia's already foggy brain. Her hand goes onto her stomach.

Sorry. So sorry. We’re so sorry.

“We did try our best, but there was only so little we could do.” The nurse says sympathetically.

“The baby,” Amelia's voice is quiet, “the baby… is gone?” She asks in utter disbelief.

“We are so terribly sorry for your loss, hun.”

And before another word can leave anyone else’s mouth, Amelia's shoulders start to tremble as she breaks down. Loud cries leave her room as she cries over the loss of her unborn child.

A nurse comes outside and informs the team of what happened. Some shed a tear, others conceal their feelings till they’re in private. But they all hear the cries from Amelias room. Loud and clear.

It’s all pent up feelings.

Grief, because even if the baby wasn’t in her arms, it was still inside her. She was still talking to the baby. Telling them about what a great father Spencer is. Talking to them about how wonderful a mother she will be also. How much she’s looking forward to them growing everyday. Telling them just how much they’re loved, even before they’ve entered the world.

Anger, because Spencer isn’t here with Amelia. He didn’t know she was pregnant, much less know she’s lost the baby. She knows it’s ridiculous to be angry, but she is upset. He should’ve been here. If he was here, she wouldn’t have lost the baby.

She knows it’s not his fault. He wanted a family just as much Amelia did. They’d been trying for years, and when they did finally succeed-

Amelia screams. Again, and again, and again.

Some words. Some just incoherent screams. Her voice is not nearly loud enough to express all the emotions she’s feeling. Her screams boom through the whole maternity ward. While some mothers are cradling their newborns, this mother is mourning the loss of hers.

JJ decides to stay back with Amelia, even if it does mean just waiting in the waiting room. Garcia and Derek team together to go back to the apartment to gather all their belongings to head back to the office. Hotch and Emily agree to head into question their newfound suspect.

Amelia is left alone in the room.

Missing her husband.

Missing her child.

Losing everyone she loves, one by one.

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The younger me

Tw: Insecurities, emotion of voices in the head

Amorette's song:

This is so self-indulgent. So this is a story I wrote a year ago, while crying. I actually really don't like this story cause of the sheer amount of feelings I poured into this one. But nevertheless I decided to post it!

I look ahead of me. In front of me was a younger version of myself. The smiling chubby yet lovable girl I used to be was in front of me. Her smile was bright and her eyes shined. Her long hair made her look face look more child like. She went up to me with that smile I so long to have again. "This is me from the future? I look so pretty. I'm not that chubby anymore." The younger version of me said as she saw how I look. This brought a smile to my face as I heard her compliment. I almost cried cause it's the exact opposite of what I thought of my younger and current self. I sat in front of her and she did the same.

She was clutching her turtle plushie as she looked at me. "I'm you in the future a loylt of years from now." I said softly as I smile. She tilted her head and looked at me closely. "Your smile isn't as bright anymore." She said as she looked at my lips. "Well, nevermind that. How have things been?" I asked as I hugged my wolf plushie. "Everything is going great! I have a lot of friends and it's so fun. How about you? How is the future?" She asked she she looked at me with those doe eyes. I wanted to tell her the truth. I wanted to bring the heavy load on her but I remembered I, or rather, she was still a child.

I tried my best to smile as bright as I can." Things are going amazing! You don't have as much friends but still. You have one amazing sister like friends and a small group of friends." I explained. She looked at me, she was kinda confused. She then shook her head and moved on. I didn't want to pry as I know that will end up with her chatting away."How is you and our sister? She must be a big girl then." She then asked. I giggled and patted her head. "Our sister is doing wonderfully. She is gonna grow into a big strong woman and you are gonna help her." I said. "Did you..." She started. "Did you ever regret anything I did?" She added.

This made me froze in my place. Did I regret anything? Of course I did. I regretted so much things that I can't even list and remember them all. I regrets so much things that I wanted to disappear. "Everyone regrets something. And plus, I'm you so it doesn't matter if I regretted it." I said as I tried to comfort her. She seemed to be satisfied with my answer. "How is your singing? Did you stop or did you practice everyday!" She asked excitedly. "I practiced everyday." I responded shortly. "You are lying. You stopped didn't you?" She said and I nodded. "I keep forgetting you and I are the same person. But yes, I did stop for a few years. And whenever I did sing I was always alone or I was asked to. Never because I wanted to." I said as I stood up. "Let's walk?" I asked to which she stood up and started walking with me.

"Did you get any of those voices in your head?" She asked. This surprised me, I completely forgot how the voices developed. "We did. We had it for a few years without reason but it's getting better." I then said I chuckled. "Are you still the angel that everyone says we are?" She then asked. I forgot that questions are my daily speech. Well, curious I might be, I'll one day forget about this happening anyway. "We are, we are. Being the goodie two shoes is easier for us anyway." I then said. Seeing my younger self made me realize how mature I am today.

But I also envy her so much. Her smile was never awkward and her eyes shone bright. Her energy and her ability to talk to anyone was amazing. I really turned a 180 here. But at least, through these trials, I am able to take away the shadow and fly to New heights. "Well, you can do it! After all, you are me and I, you" She said.

After years of getting bullied, years of isolation, I am still here. And I am thankful for my younger self for being so strong. Even if I envy her at times. "Thank you," I responded. "Why is your smile so weird?" She started. I looked at her in confusion, my smile? I knew it was lopsided but I didn't think it was weird.

"Your smile is weird cause it doesn't show happiness," She said. "You seem really sad," She added as she poked my cheek. "Don't be sad though! Even if mommy and dada isn't with us or you have a problem with them, we still have music, stories, and friends! And even if friends aren't there, you have yoru sister," She explained.

Oh to go back to those times. "For a kid, you sure know a lot," I then said as I chuckled. "Well, that's why I'm an opti something something," She answered. "Optimistic," I responded. "Yes yes! Oh seems like time is up," She said as she looked at the clock that appeared. "Bye bye! You are really pretty!" She said as she left.