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Vertboten - Chapter Twenty Three.

Apologies for this being late, guys! Did another ten hour day today (wasn’t really up to it with my pain being through the roof, but I at least feel better for getting orgainsed and orders done) so I didn’t have time to update on my break. Hope you enjoy it!

Previous chapters - One  Two  Three  Four  Five  Six  Seven  Eight  Nine  Ten  Eleven  Twelve  Thirteen  Fourteen  Fifteen  Sixteen  Seventeen  Eighteen  Nineteen  Twenty  Twenty One  Twenty Two

Visuals - The Verboten cast of characters post

Words - 3,186

Warnings - None

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Zoe,

I’ve had just over a week to try and process how on earth you, my baby sister, could possibly hurt me in the way that you have. I’m still no closer to knowing. Be at the house for 2pm this afternoon. I want you to explain yourself while the kids are out with their dad.  

Ella.

“Are you going?”

“I have to, don’t I? She’s my sister. It doesn’t matter how nasty she’s been to Tyler so far in all of this. She needs me to explain myself, as she’s requested. I dunno, maybe it might help? Or maybe I’ll have a vase thrown at my head, who knows?  

“I’d bet money on the vase. Duck fast, mate. You can’t deny you’ve had this coming. Want me to give you a lift and wait in the car in case it’s bad?”  

Touched at her offer, Zoey reached across the table to grasp her hand, smiling. She then gestured to her plate. “Another dip?”

“That’s what I’m talking about!” Laughing as Paris once again dunked her toast with zeal, Zoey was glad of her being such a good friend. She didn’t agree with what she’d done, but she was still there for her. She doubted very much her sister could manage such duality, nor did she consider herself deserving of it.  

Ella was the price she had to pay for being fucked hard against her apartment door in the early hours, being held and softly kissed awake at 7am, being brought coffee before he went to pick up his kids, sent a text because he’d forgotten to tell her he loved her before he left, so did so via the message, along with a gif that had made her cry laughing as she’d waited for Paris. She had found sublime happiness with her husband. It wasn’t about to come for free.  

“Okay, let me pop home and get my dress and makeup, then I’ll just get ready at yours and get Dan to meet us at the restaurant,” Paris suggested a time later, after they’d shopped until they’d dropped, climbing back inside the air-conditioned comfort of her white Range Rover. Whenever she was passenger in the vehicle, Zoey always considered trading in her little MX5 for something more spacious. As a single person with no children and a growing client portfolio by the day, she could certainly afford one.  

The niceness of her bestie’s car was just one of the things she distracted herself with as Paris whisked them across the city, her heart thundering with nerves. One dress, one pair of shoes and a bag of makeup later, and they were on their way to Ella’s.  

“I got this in a gift set for Christmas. You know my feelings towards gin,” Paris stated as she got back in the car, giving a miniature bottle of Tanqueray to Zoey. “I don’t know if you’ll want it but...” midway through her sentence and she’d cracked it open and poured the contents into her mouth. “Oh, apparently you do.”  

“I’d drink paint thinners right now if they kept me calm,” she gasped, screwing the lid back on and taking several deep breaths as Paris pulled off her driveway, Zoey waving to Daniel as he appeared at the front window.  

“I think you might be permanently calmed if you drank paint thinners, mate.” It was the laugh she needed as they pulled off, Paris entering Ella’s address into the sat nav, while Zoey felt her stomach turning over with nerves. Thirty minutes later and they were pulling up outside.  

“Ready?”

“Nope.”

“Well, I wish you luck, even though you know you have a deserved tirade coming at you. You just have to face the music and tell her how sorry you are.” Leaning over, Paris kissed her cheek, pulling her phone from her bag to play a few games while she waited, Zoey sliding from the cream leather seat with reluctance, closing the door with a soft clunk.  

Her legs felt like jelly as she walked up the drive, taking deep breaths, reaching for the doorbell. Jumping back, the door opened before she could make contact with the button, Ella appearing.  

“Come in.” Zoey saw it in her eyes, the fury that burned, the hurt, the upset. She was utterly livid. “Go into the kitchen.” Zoey jumped again at the barked order, veering off from where she’d been heading to the lounge, feeling light headed, her heart was pounding so quickly. Leaning back against the cupboards, the place that had once felt so homely and welcoming now couldn’t have felt further from it, Ella arriving in front of her, resting back against the cooker and folding her arms, eyeing her with revulsion.  

“Why him?”

Immediately, she felt her lip begin to wobble.  

“Don’t you dare get upset, it won’t wash with me. I don’t want your tears, Zoey. I want your explanation. Why my husband?”  

“It wasn’t a conscious choice to begin with. We ended up having a drunken kiss on the night of your birthday dinner, but I was adamant nothing else would happen. It did, though. Obviously.”

“How long after that did it take for you to fuck him?”  

“Two weeks.” Ella snorted in disgust. “We tried to fight it, Ella. We did, I promise you that. I just... god, I can’t explain it. I’m a selfish bitch and a rotten sister, I know this and I’m sorry. Please believe me, I really am sorry.”

The way Ella eyed her made nerves bubble in her stomach, her hazel eyes cold and angry, narrowing at her dangerously. “So, you went from a kiss to having sex with him?”  

“No, not quite that.”  

“Then what?”

She felt her throat tightening, knowing that Ella was fishing for details. “There were some text messages.”  

“Show me.”

“No, I won’t. It’s private.”

“So as he should have been, because he’s my fucking husband!!” Her words, roared at such a volume made Zoey tremble. She’d always been a little scared of Ella’s temper. “Show me the fucking messages!”

“What is it going to do, Ella? What? It’ll torture you, make you feel worse to see it, what it started as. I’m not going to do it.”  

Stepping forward, Ella imposed herself on her, staring her right in the eye. “Show me. Now.”  

Fuck, Tyler had been right. She really put the pressure on for details, just as she’d done with him. Reaching into her bag, Zoey pulled out her phone, locating Tyler’s texts and scrolling back, Ella snatching the phone away and reading through them as she skimmed her thumb over the screen. All the recent ones contained many declarations of love, ones he’d sent her on shift telling her he missed her, ones she’d sent him saying she couldn’t wait to get home and cuddle him, sweet things than made her sister wince to witness.  

She knew exactly when the racier messages had been reached, Ella’s face darkening as she obviously reached the very first, closing her eyes and frowning as she shook her head. “He sent you a dick pic? Dirty bastard, how fucking dare he.” Zoey knew she was speaking aloud and not to her, so stood wordless, still trembling. She nearly dived out of her skin when Ella suddenly hurled the phone across the kitchen, the screen smashing on the tiled floor.  

“So, it was when he stayed with you, when the storm rolled in. That’s when you fucked him?” She nodded, making a move to pick up her phone. “Leave it!” Ella screamed. “And how was he, hmm? Knows what he’s doing, doesn’t he?”

Zoey felt so uncomfortable, and her sister was loving every second of it, making her squirm. “I hear you’re into all that sadistic shit I’m not. How long did it take, for him to talk you into all that? But hang on! I’m jumping the gun. You still haven’t told me how he was! How many marks out of ten would you give my husband for how he fucked you, Zoey?”  

A tense silence followed, Zoey clamming up, her mouth starting to water, swallowing hard. “Stop shaking and fucking tell me!”

“What? What do you want to hear? That he’s the best goddamned sex I’ve ever had? That I’ve never been with anyone I’m as compatible with as I am him? How he still wants me so much, we’re barely within the apartment before he picks me up and rails me against the front door? Is that what you want to hear, Ella? Because that’s not what I want to tell you! I don’t want to hurt you any more than I already have! I might have had an affair with your husband, I might have broken your heart, and all of that I accept, but you doing this, fishing for details just to try and make us feel worse about it, it’s sick!”

“You’re calling me sick? You’re the filthy little tramp here, and you have the nerve to call me the sick one? Dirty, disgusting little piece of meat. You know he’ll leave you eventually, don’t you? Once he’s had his fun, he’ll chuck you, when you’ve sated his need to have something cheap to violate, pervert that he is.”

“Don’t call him that. You couldn’t shame him and you won’t do it to me either. We both accept what we did was wrong, we both do, Ella. We’re sorry, we know, we know! You don’t get to shame what we have though, or pick apart our relationship.”

“You don’t have a relationship! He’s convinced himself he loves you to make all of this worth it!!

“Would he have come to me on Christmas night and told me he loved me if he was just convincing himself? Because he did.” Finding some courage, she began to fight back, not prepared to let Ella get away with being so cruel. She deserved the name calling, but she did not deserve the rest of the nastiness she was receiving, Ella wanting to play mind games and intimidate her. “You can’t make me doubt what I have with him, because it’s real, and I know that must hurt you, and I’m so sorry...”

“Sorry? Oh, she’s sorry! She’s so bloody sorry! Sorry my goddamn arse, Zoey! I see how sorry you are, which is zero!” Drawing breath, she was about to begin again before she slumped back, covering her face with her hands.  

“I am sorry, Ella. We both are, but it happened and we have to try and find some way to co-exist, for the kid’s sake more than anything. I don’t expect you to instantly forgive me, hell, I don’t expect you to forgive me at all. Be as angry with me as you need to be, but I want us to work towards a truce, at least. For the kids’ sake,” she explained, Ella looking up at her in disbelief.  

“Truce? No. That won’t be happening. You fucked my husband, we’re done. I only called you here to make you face up to what you did, and you have, so leave. Go.”

“Ella, please,” she began.

“I said go.” Nodding, Zoey picked up her phone and left, feeling even worse than she previously had. She deserved to though, she guessed. Same as the shattered phone screen, sighing and feeling thankful she had insurance and could just drop it in with Apple before work on Monday, having an old handset she could use in the meantime. It was the first thing Paris noticed when she got back in the car.  

“Well, at least it’s only your screen that got smashed in and not your face!”  

Yes, she was lucky there. Zoey had expected a slap at the very least. “True, but it doesn’t mean it wasn’t horrible. She was so, so angry with me.”

“As expected, and as you deserve.” Paris spoke, turning to look back up the road before pulling out from the space she’d parked in.  

“Right, absolutely. I tried to end it positively, we had a bit of back and forth and in the end I did rise to it a little, because she was deliberately making me feel uncomfortable, pressing for too many details like she did with Tyler. This is why my phone got smashed, because she demanded to see the text messages.”

“The text messages? The sexting ones?”

“Right, those,” she confirmed, putting her broken phone back into her bag. “Anyway, I digress. I told her that I didn’t expect instant forgiveness, or forgiveness at all, in fact, but that I wanted us to work towards a truce, for the kids' sake more than anything.”

“Ahhh see, that you said wrong. For the kids' sake implies that you don’t really care about repairing your relationship with her for her. You took her husband and now show her that you neither expect to be forgiven, nor that you expect your relationship to heal any time soon either.”

Zoey had been so upset at being called the names she was, at the ferociousness of Ella’s verbal attack, she hadn’t even thought about it that way, that wanting to tread carefully and not pressure her sister for too much too soon might look dismissive of the fact she did care, beneath her awful behaviour.  

“There definitely wasn’t room to try and discuss something else that’s been on my mind either, but then again, I think that’s for her and Tyler, not me,” she stated, Paris pointing at the Starbucks drive-thru.

“My treat?”

“Yeah, thanks, mate.”  

“So, what was the other topic of discussion?” Zoey explained it all, what Tyler had noticed, how her behaviour had only truly changed towards him, thus meaning he questioned the validity of her claim she was suffering from some form of trauma, or that she’d be diagnosed and sent to a therapist with quite the efficiency she had been, and no medication prescribed either.  

“Oh, honey, yes. If you’d have gone there with her then I doubt you’d have walked out unscathed. Her behaviour only related to Tyler; therefore, Tyler is the only one who can broach this with her. Anyway, change of subject. How has your first week of actually being an out in the open couple been for you guys?”

“All of this aside, it’s been blissful, which has made us feel bad, of course, but we’re trying not to focus too much on that and just enjoy being happy. I love having him at the apartment too, but we’re truly not ready to live together yet. He went to see a house this morning before work, so I guess I’ll hear how that went when he gets home. I only got the very quick standard messages of he hopes I’m having a good time with you and that he loves me.”

“Awwwww, babe! I love when it’s all new and sweet!” It felt good, for Zoey to be able to talk about her relationship, now that’s what she had with Tyler. It was real, it was him and her. She knew she’d be admonished for it for a considerable time to come, but she wouldn’t be ashamed of being in love with him.  

“You know, I think the only bad thing about him sometimes other than my worry over what he does for a living being fraught with danger, is the fact that when he snores, holy hell, it’s ungodly. Hang on, let me change my handsets over and I’ll show you.” She noted, once they were back at her place. A quick switch of her SIM and memory card later and she called up her videos. “Actually, I’m bursting for a wee. You find it, it’ll be the last one I recorded, I think.”  

Mid-way through her wee, though, she suddenly remembered, eyes widening, that the video of him snoring was definitely not the last one she’d recorded. Oh no. The last one had been...well...spicy.  

“Oh, Jesus, god, Paris no!” Flushing the toilet and hurtling back around the corner as fast as her feet would take her, she nearly exploded at the sight, Paris turning to hold the phone away from herself at arm's length, her mouth hanging open, eyes wide.  

“He’s a fuckin’ beast!” There on the screen was Tyler, pounding her assiduously from behind, her hair wound around his clenched fist while he had her handcuffed to the mezzanine rail, making her wail in ecstasy. “Slightly more of you than I ever wanted to see too!”

Snatching her phone back, she continued to laugh at Paris’s perturbed face, shaking herself dazedly, whispering ‘bloody hell, bloody hell’ over and over before walking over to the fridge, pulling out a bottle of schnapps and upending it into her mouth. “I mean, was he trying to go through you?”  

“Usually. He’s a...”

“Beast? Actual fuckin’ sexual beast? Dude, Daniel and I watch porn, a lot, and let me tell you, I’ve never seen anything like the fucking railing he was just giving you! I mean...ouch! Because your bloke, he ain’t small, either! It must be like getting punched in the cervix with a baseball bat!”  

Zoey was close to peeing her pants at that point, Paris becoming more aghast by the moment. The key in the door signifying the man in question’s arrival was perhaps the most perfect timing ever, Zoey moving to greet him, kissing him fondly through her giggles.  

“You!” Paris immediately roared, spinning around, Tyler holding up both hands and widening his eyes.

“What did I do?”

“Committed assault upon my bestie’s vagina, is what you did!” Immediately, Zoey got the inquiring eyebrow from him.  

“She accidentally happened upon the video of me bent over the mezzanine rail.” Immediately, a huge grin spread across his face, a quiet rumble of laughter rattling his throat as he went to the fridge and pulled a beer out.  

“Yeah, good night, that was.”

“That’s all you can say, good night?” Paris began, Zoey internally pleading for her to back down. Paris was feisty, but Tyler would shoot her straight down if it came to verbal sparring.

“Why don’t you watch the rest of it and then tell me if you agree. Word of warning though, you will see me stick my tongue up your bestie’s arsehole. Among other things.” He winked, sipped his beer and laughed, while Paris nearly choked on her schnapps, still being drunk from the bottle.  

“Dirty, dirty children.”

“Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it. Hell, all you have to do is bend over and I’ll show you if you like?”

“Oh my god, Tyler!” She stomped off to the balcony then, taking Zoey’s vape with her, her cheeks on fire from blushing and Zoey collapsed on the counter, dying. Tyler merely shrugged, looked pleased with himself and continued drinking his beer, grinning widely at his girlfriend by the time she emerged.  

“You’re so bad!”

“It’s why you love me, though.”  

“Among a plethora of other reasons.”  

It was true, and no amount of shit or shame Ella wanted to hurl at either of them would change that.  

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Date Night I

I got so many requests in my inbox for a version of “Date Night” set in The Keeping of Words universe. There were so many suggestions for how that could look, but I’m really happy with this version, so I hope those of you who like TKOW enjoy it! Part 2 coming very soon!

Summary: Three years after leaving the BAU, Dr. Spencer Reid has given up chasing monsters to be a part-time professor and a full-time dad. It’s all domestic bliss - until Cat Adams turns up at the BAU.

Warnings: mentions of violence, kidnapping, references to past kidnapping and assault

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“Now, it’s rare for serial killers to go that long between murders, but years passed between the BTK attacks. How did Rader manage to go that long between murders?”

Reid’s students stared at him expectantly, a few flipping back through their notes. A girl in Georgetown hoodie raised her hand. “Well it seems like he stayed connected to what he did in like, other ways? He wrote up detailed plans for each attack so maybe he focused on that.”

“Yeah,” added a boy with round glasses and a sticker-covered laptop. “And he wrote to the police a lot with information and puzzles, so that could have given him the feeling of power he needed.”

“Good, good,” Reid said. “Those are both great points. Rader did all of that and more. The stalking, the planning, the communication with the media is all part of what we c-” His train of thought was interrupted by the ringing of his phone. He gave it the briefest of glances – just Emily, likely asking for an obscure fact he could provide after the lecture – before pocketing it once more and continuing. “Sorry. Uh, so all of his behavior is what we call sublimating. Psychologically speaking, it’s the process of diverting one’s impulses or desires into a more socially acceptable activity. Forensically, it’s how unsubs curb their urges during a cooling-off period. In this case we see that…” His phone began to ring again. The name on the screen was the same.

“I’m so sorry,” he said again. He made it a point not to use his phone in front of his students and to give them the same respect he asked of them while in his class. He quickly sent Prentiss a text. In lecture – call in 30? “As I was saying, in this case it’s clear that–” Before he could even return the phone to his pocket it rang again.

A sudden chill came over him. This wasn’t just about a consult. “I – uh, sorry,” he stammered. His students glanced between themselves. It wasn’t like their hyper-focused, luddite professor to take a call in the middle of lecture. Reid turned away from them as he raised the phone to his ear. “What is it?” he asked.

“Reid, I’m so sorry. We need you to come in immediately. Luke’s out front to bring you to Quantico. We have a kidnapping case and there’s one demand – that we release Cat Adams within 24 hours.” The name made every muscle in his body tense. An automatic trauma response.

“No.” The sound of her name alone sent flashbacks flickering through this memory. Glimpses of Mexico, the inside of a prison cell, his mother screaming, Bianca crying on the witness stand in a courtroom. There was no way he was letting that woman any chance to get near him or his family ever again.

“She insists she’ll only speak if she can talk to you.” This exactly why he’d left the Bureau in the first place.

“Emily, I’m retired, I’m not an agent anymore and–”

“And there are lives on the line, Spencer. I wouldn’t ask if we had any other choice.” And so he ended class early, hurried out of the lecture hall, and climbed into the waiting SUV. Luke tried to catch him up – that morning Garcia had received a video from a woman with dark hair, showing two huddled, hooded figures tied up on the floor of a warehouse. A woman and a small child. They seemed to be crying and while Garcia couldn’t make out their identity, the woman filming wasn’t trying to hide her face at all. The demand attached said they would be killed if Catherine Adams wasn’t released from prison, and Cat only wanted to talk to him. The only man she’d ever lost to.

“This doesn’t follow her typical M.O.,” Reid said. “She usually goes after men, fathers specifically. Why go after what’s likely a mother and child?” Cat was a creature of habit. Her impulsive nature was her downfall. This didn’t seem like her at all.

Luke shrugged. “You know her better than I do. I’ll have Garcia show you the footage when we get there, maybe you’ll see something we didn’t.” But as soon they arrived at the BAU, Emily ushered him off to an interrogation room. There she sat in an orange jumpsuit, staring at the one-way glass, waiting for him with a Cheshire cat grin. It made his blood boil. Reid inhaled deeply before stepping inside. He stood there staring at her in silence. He didn’t trust himself not to scream.

Cat laughed. “Classic negotiating technique. First one to speak loses, right?” The sound of her voice took him right back to that awful night – leaving Milburn, nearly losing his mother, Bianca crying in the roundtable room. Scratch and the crash and Stephen’s death and everything that had come after.

He wasn’t in the mood for her games. He wasn’t supposed to be here. He should have been finishing his class and going home to pick Eliza up from pre-school. “You arranged the kidnapping of two people and you did it the same way you did it before,” he sighed. Cat immediately launched into her usual banter. She had given up fighting her case, she insisted. Now she just wanted to stave off the boredom by playing with her favorite toy. The only thing she hadn’t done, she claimed, was him.

“You sexually violated me in Mexico,” he reminded her.

“I did? Are you sure?” she asked. He gritted his teeth. “Stop being the boy who cried rape, Spencie, it’s not a good look.”

The room was too small, too warm. He couldn’t bear to be in here with her but he had to be. “I want to go a date,” she declared. “With you.”

“A date?” This was absurd. This was ridiculous. This couldn’t be happening.

“Yes. I want to look pretty. And I want to have fun. And I won’t even get physical, ok?” Cat rolled her eyes. “Unless you want me to.”

There was no way he was going to take Cat Adams on a date. There were only two people he’d ever been on a date with in his life (the ill-fated Redskins game and the Lila Archer incident didn’t count, he’d decided), and he had no desire to add a third to that list. Going out on a date was what he did with Bianca, because he loved her. He took her to bookstores and symphonies and New York City. He bought her flowers and watched her favorite movies and made a list of all her favorite restaurants. That was something special. Something sacred.

“The only date I’ll be there for,” he whispered to Cat, “is the one where they stick a needle in your vein.”

“You’re gonna let a mother and daughter die?” Cat asked. So whoever was in that video Luke mentioned, it was a mother and her child.

“I never said a mother and daughter. You’re already slipping. We’ll find them, we always do.” The team would find them and he could go home and be with the only two people he wanted to sit across a table from.

“Not tonight,” Cat laughed. “Tonight, I win.”

This was a waste of his time. “The score between me and you is two to zero. By tomorrow morning, it’ll be a clean sweep.” He turned to glare at her. “Enjoy eternal nothingness. It’s a metaphor for your life.” It was petty, he knew that, but he couldn’t resist letting the bitterness he felt rising in his throat out in some small way.

Cat snorted. “You don’t even realize you’re already losing.” Before he could ask her what she meant, the interrogation room door opened. Prentiss stood there staring at Cat with an expression of utter horror. That Cheshire cat smirk returned. Reid’s glanced between the two women whose gaze held an unspoken secret he couldn’t make sense of.

“What is it, Emily?” he asked.

“Outside,” the unit chief said.

“I did something bad, Spencie,” Cat sing-songed. His stomach dropped. He was missing something. Cat knew it. Emily knew it. And whatever it was, it was big. Emily grabbed his arm, pulling him out of the room. Cat’s laughter echoed. The blood rushed in his ears. Something was wrong.

“Spencer,” Emily began. She shut the door behind her and placed herself in front of it, blocking his way. “The unsub sent another video to Garcia. The woman removed the hoods from their faces and we’ve been able to identify the two victims in the video.” Two people. A mother and daughter. A mother and daughter. I did something bad, Spencie. You don’t even realize you’re already losing. No. No, he couldn’t go there.

“I’m sorry,” Emily said. She turned over a tablet. The video showed a dusty warehouse with big windows. And even if the two people had been wearing hoods, he would’ve recognized them immediately. If Luke had been able to show him the video in the car, if they’d taken him to the roundtable room first, he would’ve known. That was her favorite cardigan and the dress he’d zipped up for her in their bedroom. And those were the tiny shoes he’d carefully tied while she sat patiently in the carseat. And now, those were the faces of the two people he loved more than anything in this life, staring back at him.

“No.” His voice cracked.

“We don’t know how she got to them, but I promise you we won’t rest until Bianca and Eliza are safe.”

“No.” In her wisdom Prentiss had blocked him from running back into that room and doing something he might regret later. Reid bit down, forcing back every curse he wanted to shout. He turned and stormed down the hall, pushing his way through the glass doors until he came upon Morgan’s empty office. He stepped inside, slamming the door behind him. It was too hot, his clothes were too tight, everything was too overwhelming and he couldn’t think straight. Fingers fumbled with the knot of his tie, only able to loosen it enough to yank it over his head. He undid the first few buttons of his shirt and shook out his arms. Stimming always helped to center him. He squeezed his eyes shut and pressed a hand to his stomach. Breathed in and out. In and out.

She had them. Cat had them.

Reid screamed, a guttural sound that came from his throat of its own accord. He spun around and set eyes on a desk piled high with books and papers and he pushed them all off to the floor. A lamp went with them, which crashed into a water cooler that tumbled over on its side. It wasn’t enough. He screamed again, flipping a table in the center of the room and throwing a book at the wall. “FUCK!” he shouted. “GOD FUCKING DAMMIT!”

It was like his body didn’t know how to handle the rage. He fell to his knees and curled into himself on the floor, sobbing. This was his fault, all his fault. His only job was to keep them safe, and they were in danger now because of him.

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Their captor lowered the video camera, smirking. “I think that’ll be a nice video to send your husband, won’t it?” Bianca grit her teeth, inhaling through her nose and willing herself to keep it together. She had to stay calm, for Eliza’s sake. Her ribs and shoulder ached, the blows the woman had landed to her jaw stung sharply. She thought distantly of the night she’d punched Spencer on accident on their anniversary, thinking him an intruder. There would be a trail of bruises left behind for days at least.

“Mama are you okay?” Eliza asked.

Her daughter’s voice brought her back to the present. Bianca nodded carefully, the movement painful. She needed to keep Elizabeth calm and keep them both alive. “I’m okay, sweetheart. Everything’s going to be okay.”

“Where’s Daddy?”

“He’ll be here soon, okay? He’s gonna come find us and then we’ll go home.” He would find them. He always would. No matter how far apart they were or how lost they felt, they always found each other. They saved each other, that was what they did. He made sure she ate and protected her from her family and came to find her in the woods. She helped him through grief and stayed with him through withdrawal and guarded his heart from the monsters. He would find her.

The dark-haired woman squatted down on the ground beside them. “It’s cute,” she laughed, a sharp and cold sound. “That you have so much faith in a man. Men are nothing but disappointing.”

Bianca had been let down by men in her life plenty of times. Her father, who she was never good enough for. Her brother, who held the knife against her throat. They were the reason she jumped when doors slammed and flinched when someone yelled and ran far away from her problems. But Hotch and Rossi had welcomed her like a daughter, Morgan had loved her with the playful protectiveness of an older brother, Lorenzo had been a friend when she needed one, and Spencer – Spencer was the opposite of everyone who had ever hurt her.

“What do you want from him?” Bianca asked. “Did he arrest you? Put away someone you love?” The woman – the unsub, Bianca was beginning to think of her as – just glared back. “If this is a trap, he’s not going to walk into it,” she said. “He’s too smart for that. No matter what you have planned, he’ll outsmart you. He always does.”

Her husband, the genius. He’d win. He find them.

“I don’t think he’ll outsmart us,” the unsub said. So there were two of them.

“Really? Because if he finds us, you’ll be outnumbered. Is your partner smart? Or just too cowardly to take him on?” Despite her fear she tried to maintain her best lawyer voice, imagining she was cross-examining a difficult witness on the stand rather than a kidnapper with a gun.

“Cat’s not a coward,” the woman snapped. She froze, realizing her slip.

“Cat? You’re working for Cat Adams?” She should’ve known. Who else hated Spencer more than her? The woman who’d nearly taken his wedding ring, his mother, his life. Cat was the reason he’d been gone during her pregnancy, the reason he’d been traumatized in Milburn, and drugged against his will. And Cat was the reason that her little girl was tied up in this warehouse. Feeling fury burn in her chest, Bianca forced herself to smile through the pain. “Then you’re definitely going to lose. Cat never wins. You’ll see.”

There was a smack, and Bianca could feel the slap across her face before she processed it. She winced, biting her lip to hold back a groan. “Shut up!” the unsub shouted. “You don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.” She turned and stalked off, slamming the door behind her, leaving the two of them alone. Bianca could hear her speaking to someone on the phone.

She leaned down close to Eliza. “Eliza Lou, listen close to me, okay?”

“Okay, mama.”

“Remember how I told you we’re playing a game?” She’d begun this elaborate lie when the unsub grabbed them from the preschool parking lot at gunpoint. It was all a game, and they had to follow all the rules to win. “Well this part of the game is a race. We’re racing to get home. I’m gonna try to untie you, alright? And if I do that, I need you to stay really still and pretend you’re still tied up. But if that woman leaves again, or she’s not paying attention and you can get up without her noticing, I need you to run okay? You get up and you run as fast as you can. You run and run and run until you get outside. And when you do, you go to the first grown up you see, and you tell them my name is Eliza and I’m lost. My dad is Doctor Spencer Reid with the FBI and I need to call him. Do you remember daddy’s phone number?”

Elizabeth recited it perfectly. “Good girl,” Bianca said. “Exactly right. You get them to call daddy, and he’ll come and find you. Okay?”

“What about you, mama?”

“That’s the fun part. We’ll be racing each other home. You and daddy are gonna race me and we’ll see who wins. That’s why you have to be super super fast, okay?”

“Okay!” Eliza smiled up at her, and her heart twisted. She was so young. If they were lucky, she would really think it was all a game – and then she’d forget any of this ever happened. And if they were really lucky, she’d get to see that.

Please, she thought. Please find us, Spencer.

...

He wasn’t sure how long he sat there before the door opened and Tara appeared. She sat down next to him, knowing better than to touch him. “I know this is hard,” she said. “But they need you right now.”

The people he loved harder than he’d ever imagined he could love were in danger. And it was all his fault. Cat did this because he loved them. She was hurting them because he loved them. And unless he played her game, it wasn’t going to stop.

“I. Can’t. Lose them.”

“And you’re not going to,” she said. “We won’t let that happen. We all love them, too, Reid. But we can find them a lot faster if you’re helping us. Okay?”

He tried to focus on the sound of Tara’s voice. Tara, who Bianca had taken a liking to immediately, who had gone with the two of them and Penelope to a Doctor Who convention, who had never been one to throw the word love around lightly. “Okay.” He forced himself to stand and follow her to the roundtable room. “Catch me up,” he insisted.

“I just finished talking with Cat,” Emily said. “She wants to go ice skating so she can, and I quote, skate circles around you. When I told her that wasn’t going to happen, she instructed me to tell Garcia to check her email.”

“Which I am doing now…” Garcia said, typing furiously. “Okay, this just came in.” A video popped up on the screen. A dark haired woman was in the center of the image. “Juliette Weaver, she’s Cat’s old cellmate and she just made parole,” she explained. Even before the video started, Bianca and Elizabeth’s faces were visible. Garcia glanced it him, her kind face pained. “Reid, I’m sorry.” She pressed play.

“Here we go,” Juliette said.

“Mama, what’s happening?”

“It’s okay, sweetheart. It’s just a game. Everything’s okay.” Bianca was trying so hard to keep her voice even.

“It’s not a good idea for parents to lie to their children.” Juliette walked over to Bianca, whose hands and feet were bound. The woman aimed a swift kick to her ribs. Bianca’s yelp physically hurt him to hear.

“Eliza, close your eyes. Close your eyes, sweetie!” The little girl did as she was told just in time to avoid seeing her mother take a punch that knocked her over. They all heard the sound of flesh hitting flesh several times, and Bianca’s muffled cries. And then there was a gun in Juliette’s hand.

“No, no, no,” whispered Garcia, turning away from the screen.

“Don’t do this,” Bianca said.

But the gun went off anyways.

“NO!” he screamed. Reid felt his knees give way at the sound of the gun and Bianca’s screams as every face in the room froze in horror.

But then Bianca kept screaming. And then the scream turned to a gasp.

“Mama!”

“It’s okay, I’m okay, everything’s okay.” The video abruptly cut off.

“Blanks,” Luke said, putting his hand on Reid’s shoulder. “She fired blanks.” He could feel the air returns to his lungs. Bianca was still alive – for now. But that video was a clear warning. If he wanted to keep them both alive, he had to do what Cat wanted.

“You realize what we have to do, don’t you?” Rossi asked. Reid looked away, the fury building inside of him once more.“It’s the only way to get her to slip up. We have to give her what she wants.”

 “Me,” Reid said.

[gubes-sweaters]

Mind, Body, and Soul 4

Authors note: Sorry for being MIA for a bit. I was going through a lot of things with my family, school, friends, etc. I got in a terrible funk and I had no motivation to write. I’m doing much better now and I’m going to go back to posting regularly. Another thing I know in the show Spencer drives a Volvo, but for this story, he drives a station wagon like mgg.

Content warning: A brief mention of a drug deal and medication and… teeth rotting fluff if that counts.

Word count: 4.6k

You can find part three here

Chapter 4: My Safe Place

I wake up to the smoke alarm going off. It takes me a second to realize what’s going on but as soon as I realize I make a mad dash to the kitchen. In my haste, I slip on the rug in the living room that connects to the kitchen. My morning couldn’t be more chaotic. Both of my roommates are coughing up a lung from the smoke while opening windows and fanning out the area. Turns out that they decided to make breakfast but somehow they can’t even make eggs and toast without almost burning the place down. I quickly gather myself from off of the ground and join Tweedledee and Tweedledum in cleaning up their mess. It takes thirty minutes to clear the smoke and to clean up the kitchen. After all, is said and done I look over at the stove and see that it’s already 9:30.

“Shit shit shit!” I shout while running towards my bathroom trying to get ready. Stella and Raven follow me into the bathroom wondering what I’m freaking out about.

“What’s the freak out for?” Raven says before peeking her head in the bathroom door. I’m already stepping into the shower as they both lean up against the bathroom counter exchanging confused looks.

“I uh forgot... I made plans with Penelope that have been a month in the making.” I stammer out from behind the shower curtain. In my mind, I’m debating telling them what I’m actually up to. Their two of my best friends and we’ve been friends since elementary school. I tell them practically everything, but on the other hand, I enjoy spending time with Spencer without it being a big deal. Of course, my friends would be happy for me but at the same time, they also tend to treat me like a child because I’m a year younger than them and I’m their “innocent” friend. I almost feel like I’d be disappointing them if I break from that title. I love them both so much but I think for now it’s better to keep those parts of my life separate.

“Well tell Pen that we said hi. Oh, and don’t forget about Daisy’s birthday on Saturday.” Stella reminds me before walking off with Raven. Daisy is a girl that Raven and I used to study with our freshman year of college. Raven, Daisy, and I had the same psychology class, and Raven and I clung to her pretty quickly. Raven and Daisy both happened to be going for forensic psychology, but I’m getting my degree in social work, so our sophomore year I didn’t have classes with either of them. My point is I haven’t seen her in two years but Raven and Stella are both close with her still and for some reason Daisy also invited me. I’m not complaining because she was really sweet, and I distinctly remember she was the type of person who showed their love through touch. If you needed a hug she was there, if you needed a shoulder to cry on she was there. I just feel like I’m intruding now because I haven’t seen her in two years and according to my roommates you wouldn’t even recognize her anymore, so I’m not sure if I’m going to be able to talk to her without awkward small talk. I’ll have to worry about that later now I have to worry about being late for a date... an outing. I’m not sure what to call whatever Spencer and I are doing today.

I rush to blow dry my hair, put on a little bit of makeup, I throw on a sublime t-shirt and a pair of jeans. Just as I slip on my vans, I get a text from Spencer.

Spencer (pain in my ass): I’m out front :)

me: okie dokie I’ll be down in a minute!

—————————- Time Skip —————————

We’ve been driving and listening to music in comfortable silence for the past 30 minutes. Soon enough though, we pull in front of a small café. The place seems oddly familiar, but I can’t put my finger on it. No matter how many times I asked Spencer he would never tell me where we’re going. He called me boring, yet our first stop is a café. I’m not complaining at all, but it seems a little more mundane than I would expect from Spencer. Either way, I’m excited because I’m seeing him again.

“You ready?” He turns to look at me with a big goofy grin on his face. It’s nice seeing him smile I could get used to seeing it more. No. No. No. Don’t think like that this isn’t a date he’s simply keeping a promise that he made to me. This definitely isn’t a date right?

“Of course, but where are we?” I asked still not sure what I’m walking into. Despite me asking him he doesn’t answer, he just unbuckles his seatbelt and steps out of the car. I follow in his footsteps because I don’t want to look like a dork just mindlessly sitting in his car.

“We’re just popping in for some coffee don’t worry about it.” Spencer says while basically pulling me into this building. As we step in the smell of coffee brewing fills my senses, as I try and take in my surroundings I hear the sounds of cats purring and meowing. I turn my head and see that this isn’t any regular café, it’s a cat café. I remember some of these cats because this is the cat café that has adopted some of the cats from the Humane Society the Pen and I volunteer at. That’s why this place seemed so familiar.

“I asked Penelope what you did in your free time. She mentioned you volunteer and you’re a big animal lover, so I figured this was a fun way to ease you into today’s events.” He turns to me with a smile on his face while we wait in line for coffee.

“This is amazing Spencer. Seriously this is perfect.” As we're waiting in line we watch the cats in the next room over through the large window. We watch as some kittens chase after one another. A couple of the older cats are either sitting on the windowsill purring or sitting in someone’s lap instead of playing like the kittens. As we go to order Spencer insists on paying, after a while I concede. He pulls out a large wad of cash from a money clip, which I wasn’t expecting, I mean I didn’t expect him to be broke, but most college students don’t have that kind of money lying around. Maybe he gets money from his parents, or he happened to have a really good paying job. Instead of being lost my own thoughts and mental gymnastics, I focus on the cats in the room that we’re walking into.

About five minutes later we both get the iced coffees that we ordered. Spencer got enough sugar in his to give somebody a heart attack. With the coffees, we got a small little bag of catnip. A chubby orange cat immediately starts to take a liking to Spencer, the cat is sucking up to him because he’s the one with the catnip. About half an hour later we get ready to leave, but not before I watch Spencer trip more than once over himself while entertaining the cats and inevitably everybody else in the café that started watching. We decide to call it quits before falls, and he cracks his skull open. As we get back into his car he announces now that I’ve dipped my toes in the “fun pool” it’s time to kick it up a notch, but once again he won’t tell me where we’re going.

—————————— Time Skip —————————

I find myself mindlessly tapping my fingers to Kid Cudi, while looking out the window I feel a pair of eyes on me. I turn and see that he’s watching me with a big grin on his face.

“What?” I ask before he shifts his eyes back to the road momentarily.

“Nothing, I’m just lucky to be hanging out with you today. I honestly thought you were going to be sick of me by now.” He confesses, and he looks sad as if he could ever burden me.

“Spencer’s I know it’s only 11:30 and the day just begun, but I don’t think I’ve relaxed and had this much fun in a long time. Don’t think that I’m ever going to get sick of you. I promise that I’m having a really fun time.” I feel like I almost convinced him, but there’s this small little part of his brain that wouldn’t believe me regardless of what I said.

“You say that now, but I’m pretty sure after this you’re gonna hate me.” he says while gesturing to what’s in front of us. As he puts the car in park I look straight forward and see that we’re at a skate park.

“Uh, I don’t know how to skate... like at all.” I say hoping he doesn’t expect much coordination or skill out of me.

“I figured that much. I thought I could teach you, still wanna give it a shot?”

“Why not that’s the whole point of today right?”

“That’s the spirit!” He says before jumping out of his car and quickly grabs a skateboard out of the trunk. He looks like a kid in a candy store while we walk to a section that’s not occupied.

I’m glad I wore vans and jeans because I have a feeling in any other outfit I would have a very unfortunate wardrobe malfunction. He shows me two or three times how to properly kick off without falling. Then he asked me to give it a try or to at least try and find my balance on the board first. As I step on he holds my waist, so I don’t go anywhere, but that doesn’t stop me from wobbling a couple of times in the process.

“Make sure you put your back foot towards the front of the board when kicking off, if not the board will fly out from underneath you. Don’t worry about falling though I got you I promise.” He says while slowly loosening his grip on my waist. I start to learn to push off and eventually with Spencer‘s help I can go a couple of feet before I chicken out.

“Don’t worry about it. You’re not going to get it all at once, a lot of people can’t learn how to skate in a matter of hours.” He tries to cheer me up and coax me out of my embarrassment because I’m not fully understanding it.

” Yeah, I think I want to try it all by myself once maybe I’m having trouble because I’m using you as a crutch.” This is where I made my mistake because I got a little too cocky, and instead of getting it like I thought I would I fell. When I fell, I fell hard and I scraped both of my knees. Of course, this would be the day that I wear jeans with rips in the knees. As soon as I hit the ground he booked it towards me, and when he reached me, he crouched down in front of me with his hands on my shoulders searching my face to see if I’m okay.

“Are you okay? You didn’t break any bones, did you? Do you need to go to urgent care?” He asks a couple of ridiculous questions with panic very present in his voice. I’m obviously not hurt that bad, but that doesn’t stop him from freaking out momentarily.

“I’m okay Spence I promise. I only fell off of a skateboard I didn’t get shot.” I say before chuckling, trying to lighten the mood.

“I’m glad you’re okay, but you scraped your knee bad. We’re going to have to get that cleaned up, you don’t wanna know how many germs are in that cut now, let alone the various infections that you could get if you leave it alone.” He says before standing up in extending his arm out to me. He collects his board, and we make our way back to his car. We go to a drugstore around the corner, and he runs in to get Band-Aids, alcohol wipes, and Neosporin. Again I insist on paying because this is my fault, but he brushes me off and leaves me in the car. He comes back and asks me to sit on the side of the seat, while he kneels in front of me in the parking lot. He cleans my knees off while reeling off facts either about the products he’s using or about all the germs in my wound. He finishes his nervous ramble by putting a Band-Aid on my knee before placing a gentle kiss on that knee. I blush at the small bit of contact, while he collects all of the products off the ground and puts them back in the plastic bag.

“Change of plans were going to take a small detour. I got a good idea while I was in the store.” He says climbing back into the driver’s seat and starting the car.

“Let me guess I don’t get to know ahead of time just like before,” I asked hoping that he would at least give me a little hint.

“That’s correct.”

It’s 2:10 by the time we arrive at the mall. I have no clue what would make him think of going to a mall and what we're even here for. Either way, it doesn’t stop me from blindly following him right into the mall. For someone who’s a bit of a germaphobe Spencer hasn’t seemed to mind holding my hand everywhere we’ve been today. The first two times I thought he was grabbing my hand, so he could just pull me to whatever activity I had in store for me. This time is different though because as we enter the mall our fingers intertwine together as if it was second nature. He still led me but this time we’re walking side by side. He stopped me very abruptly right in front of a store that I haven’t even seen since I was eight years old.

“Spencer, mind telling me why we’re at a Build-a-Bear?” I ask while we enter the brightly colored store.

“While I was in the drugstore I saw teddy bears and it made me think of this place. Also, we need to kill a little bit of time before we make our last stop of the night.”

Turns out we’re not the only adults who had the same idea as Spencer. Two other couples looked lovingly at each other while making a bear. This seems like a date night activity and not whatever the hell Spencer and I are doing. We end up picking a light brown teddy bear and just about every employee that we came in contact with told us we were a cute couple, but Spencer nor I corrected them. It didn’t seem to bother him so it didn’t bother me either. When it came time to pick out clothes for the bear he insisted that he had “impeccable style”, and he knows what he’s doing.

”Spencer’s you’re wearing a baggy sweater, jeans, converse, and mix-matched socks. I don’t think that your style is peak fashion.”

“Hush you’re ruining my vision.” He jokingly said while staring at the clothing with his thumb and forefinger gripping his chin. We both crack jokes and make fun of each other‘s sense of style before we inevitably end up basically picking the same thing that Spencer is wearing. We dressed the bear in a red sweater, black jeans, converse, and only because Spencer insisted on mix-matched socks. Yes, we did pay for two pairs of socks, so we could mix-match his socks. Spencer finally let me split the cost on something when it came time to pay. After we made our way out of the store with our fingers once again intertwined and our son that Spencer jokingly called the bear in the store. Our poor son doesn’t even have a definite name because he insisted on naming the bear Spencer Jr. or Sativa, but I told him there’s no way I would ever let him name the poor bear Sativa and Spencer Jr. is on the fence. As we’re about to walk out of the mall Spencer gets a call and then three texts in a row. He tells me he’s just gonna wait to open his phone once we're in the car. Once we get in the car, and he checks his phone his face drops.

“Is everything alright?” I ask because of his shift in demeanor.

“Yeah, everything is good I just need to take this call quickly.” He says before stepping out of the car and closing the door.

Spencer’s POV

When I get three texts and a call from my mom‘s doctor saying that there’s a problem my heart automatically sinks. I mean she’s all I have left and my mom is the one person who’s ever been in my life consistently with unconditional love. I call my mom‘s doctor as I step away from the car a couple of feet. I ask what’s the issue and it turns out it’s her treatment, her doctor tells me that because of her recent change in medication as well as the increase in dosage I’m going to have to start paying more for her assisted living. The situation is a lot better than what I was thinking. It’s a minor problem that I can easily solve. After I talk to my mom for a couple of minutes and make sure that she’s doing okay before making my way back to the car. As if my prayers have been answered I had an old friend text me and asked if he could buy two grams of weed off of me. I hurry up and tell him I can meet him right after he gets off work. This way I can kill two birds with one stone because he works at a gas station not too far away. While I am there I can pick up snacks that I’m going to need before we go to our final destination tonight.

Readers POV

Spencer never addressed the phone call when he got back in the car, but instead just turned on music and placed his hand on my thigh. The mood totally changed from calm and relaxed to now very awkward with tension. We only talked for a couple of minutes before it went back into an uncomfortable silence. Something seemed off about Spencer as he told me that we need to go to a gas station before wherever we’re going next. It’s not because I think stopping at a gas station is odd, but it’s because he insisted on this certain one, but he wouldn’t tell me why. He also was digging through a bag in his backseat for a bit before shoving something in his pocket and walking into the store, and as much as I wanted to snoop I didn’t because I respect his privacy. I trust him a lot, probably more than you should trust someone who you haven’t even known for a week, but my mind keeps wondering as I’m sitting in the car alone once more. That’s another thing that I thought was odd because he asked me what I wanted and insisted it was pointless for me to go in as well. He’s also taking a really long time I’m trying to brush it off, but there’s some part of my brain that can’t help it profile his body language and everything he is saying. I try to never profile people because it seems unfair, but having a dad as a profiler that would always profile me every time I saw him made reading people's body language second nature to me.

I’m glad when Spencer returns he seems a lot more happy and relaxed. When he gets back in the car he has a huge smile on his face as he puts the snacks in the backseat. I ignore the change in mood for the second time because it’s probably something he didn’t want me knowing about right now. In the little bit I’ve known Spencer he’s been pretty much an open book, so for him to not share something it must’ve been very personal.

“So we have one more thing planned for today and it’s very special to me. Are you ready?” He asks sounding genuinely happy and finally his normal self.

“Ready as I’ll ever be.”

————————— Time skip ————————-

Before we get to this secret special location it’s already dark out. Tonight the stars are shining so bright and the sky was so clear. Since I am not even paying tension I don’t realize that we’ve arrived until I hear Spencer turn off the car. He quickly hops out of the car without any explanation whatsoever. I try and take in my surroundings and realize that we must be at some park. I see a few benches, signs leading to different walking trails, and a cute little playground.

“Stay there.” He says while opening the trunk of his car. So, I comply even though I have a feeling this is how dumbasses like me get murdered. He tells me not to look at what he’s doing, so instead, I go on my phone for a bit. He announces that he’s done and I need to come look, so I hop out of his car and see that he’s cleared out his trunk, and collapsed his backseats. He also has a lot of snacks set up with soft pillows and fuzzy blankets. He smiles proudly at me, and all I can do is chuckle because I think this is the absolute sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me. I tell him thank you while giving him a tight hug.

“You’re welcome.” He says, well rubbing my back with one hand and cradling my head with the other. Before we break from the hug he plans a gentle kiss on the top of my head. After we both crawl in the back and slip under the blankets.

“Do you mind me asking why this place is so special?”

“Well… it’s because I lost my virginity here...” He tried to keep a stoic face before busting out laughing.

“I’m just kidding obviously!” He says before laughing once more. After our laughter died down a bit his face becomes actually serious. He draws in a deep breath to prepare himself for what he’s gonna tell me.

“In all honesty, this place has given me a lot of solace since I’ve moved here. Back home in Vegas I never really fit in much, so I learned to create my own safe space. When I moved out here this park became my new safe space. It’s also really special because I’ve never taken anyone here before. Mostly because that way I could just slip away from everything and no one would know where I’m at, but I also never found an occasion special enough to share something personal like this.” He admits while adverting his attention away from me and more onto his fingers. He fidgets with them as if he were nervous to open up like this, as much as I want to know everything tonight is not the night to push the envelope.

“I’m glad you feel that you could trust me with this. Spencer in all honesty who you seemed to be when I first met you is a complete 180 from who I know now. I love the side of you and I want to see more of it.” I say while taking his hands in mine commanding his attention. When I finish he looks up at me with those sweet puppy dog eyes. He moves his hands from mine and rests one of his palms against the side of my face. He stroked my cheek with his thumb before we start to lean in. He puts his other hand on the side of my face and snakes his fingers into my hair as my eyes flutter shut. I hate saying something cheesy like there were sparks, but that’s the only way I can describe the fire that was lit inside of both of us. He pressed his soft lips to mine and we moved in perfect synchronization as if we’ve done this a million times before. He swipes his tongue across my bottom lip asking for access. I wrap my arms around his waist in attempts to pull him and impossibly closer. As things start to heat up Spencer slows the pace and eventually pulls away entirely. After he presses his forehead to mine as we both pant. He grabs the side of my face with one of his hands once more before moving to grip my chin and presses a kiss to my forehead.

“I care about you so much. I get it’s stupid to say because this is all of a sudden, but you’ve brought so much joy into my life and I don’t want you to leave.” He confesses with his hand planted on the side of my face and his other resting on my waist.

“Trust me I don’t plan on going anywhere anytime soon.” I promise him.

“Plus splitting up would not be good for our son.” I joked trying to lighten the mood from the serious turn it took.

“Yeah, I don’t need to add child support payments to the list of bills I already pay.” He says before laughing and removing his hand from my face. We talk a bit more and get comfortable under the blankets before he grabs his laptop out of his bag and hands me the snacks I asked for. As we’re falling asleep he says just one word to me.

“Atlas.”

“Huh?” I ask him, trying to keep my eyes open long enough to finish this conversation.

“I just thought it was a cute name, for the bear I mean. In Greek mythology, Atlas was a titan that was called upon by Zeus to carry the heavens on his shoulders. It means the one who bears a heavy burden. I feel overcoming a huge burden or even carrying a burden that you don’t need to makes you strong and courageous.” I can tell that this story meant something to him. Something that I didn’t know about yet.

“It’s perfect.” I say before shutting my eyes as he grips me tighter.

By the time that the credits were rolling, we were both sound asleep in the back of his car. Our arms wrapped around each other and my head on his chest. I fell asleep to the sounds of a small breeze whistling through the trees and the soft thumping of Spencer’s heart.

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[polarisavi]

but there is music in us

or, after eliott is taken from him, lucas goes to hades to bring him back. //2k // ao3

he dies in the early morning, eyes open and blank, skin unearthly cold.

lucas - lucas doesn't bury him. tries, but can't, and yann steps in instead. by that night it's over. he takes one step inside their - his - house and immediately walks back out. it feels haunted, foreign, and frigid without eliott's warmth. he stays with yann. a night, just one night, and then he'll sort everything out at his place, try and figure out what to do with eliott's things.

a night turns into a week, into two.

he goes back to work, his students not inquiring into his disappearance. or maybe someone told them. it doesn't matter.

a month, and yann tells him that his house is sorted. that he can go back whenever he'd like. lucas nods, doesn't ask for further details. doesn't ask what exactly that means for eliott things. he doesn't go back immediately, but one day yann comes back with a poppy flower from his garden, which manon has apparently been taking care of while he's been gone. lucas hold it, stares at it for a long time, thanks manon when he sees her the next day.

three months, and he's back in their - his - house. it's warmer now, persephone has been back for a while. it means he doesn't need to sleep in their bed, makes due with dragging everything he needs onto the floor near a window.

everything of his has been moved, not gone, yann had been very firm on that fact, but moved into one of the rooms they never used. there are blank places along the walls where drawings used to be.

lucas' lyre, though, is still in place, even though it is technically eliott's, something his mother gave him that he quickly passed onto lucas after lucas played for him. that first night they were alone, house empty but for them and their laughter, wine bottles scattered around the room, eliott's hands stained with charcoal, and of course he couldn't be the only one showing off, so lucas picked up the lyre and -

he closes his eyes, clenches his jaw. firewood. he needs more firewood.

six months, and arthur tells him something, an old story he's found in some forgotten book in his library. it's cruel and lucas throws his fist before conscious thought. arthur's skin breaks, just on top of his cheekbone. lucas' bones creak, knuckles bruise.

have you tried to get him back? you could ask. there are stories, sometimes hades does favours for family.

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MITSKI - NOBODY

[7.71]

I think it's fair to say we kinda like her...

Jacob Sujin Kuppermann: When I first heard this I thought it was far slighter than "Geyser," its indomitable predecessor; it wasn't the disco beat itself, but how tinny it sounded, the guitars sounding like peashooters scratching into the side of my skull. Mitski's melody was also off -- a wandering thing that seemed to drift in and out of coherence before dissipating into nothing by the song's end. And yet I still felt drawn to "Nobody," listening to it over and over again as I laid in bed on a foggy June morning. And yet repeated listening brought me no closer to an understanding of "Nobody," only a realization of its sublime jankiness. It's a song about the vagaries of loneliness, of seeking connection in half-made up moments and glances, of blaming yourself and begging for something from the world, and it sounds like all of these things reflected through the facets of a disco ball. It's triumphant in its own way, with its piano and guitar overwhelming you, tricking you to dance with its own ghost of a lyric. "Nobody" is slight because it has to be and because it wants to be -- to accommodate the depth of its loneliness and make clear its magnificent strangeness. [10]

Joshua Copperman: "Geyser" aimed for the heights of "Your Best American Girl" with added orchestration, and while the former is one of our top-scorers for 2018, for me that orchestration crowded rather than accentuated the intensity. "Nobody" doesn't have that same orchestration, but it instead goes into entirely different territory. Mitski flips the obsessive subtext of Cardigans classic "Lovefool" into the main text, though less about "say that you love me" than "please, anyone, say they love me." That dread is present in the song even before "give me one good honest kiss" becomes "one good movie kiss," with that opening line alone. "I open the window/to hear sounds of people" could be a heartfelt lyric from Daughter, but Mitski sounds self-aware enough to know that this behavior is destructive and that it only digs herself deeper. It would have been enough to leave it at that, but the song instead runs through two key changes in the last 45 seconds -- when Beyonce's "Love On Top" did the same thing, it sounded like pure joy, but with Mitski the key changes represent a turn into straight-up delirium. Forget dancing the loneliness away; this song sounds more like dancing with the paranoia that the loneliness may never leave. Of course depression has been depicted in otherwise upbeat songs -- but Mitski and Patrick Hyland manage to make the instrumental backing sound sarcastic, mocking instead of supporting its narrator with her denial. [8]

Will Adams: It's a killer joke to employ such a chipper arrangement for a song whose first line is, "My God, I'm so lonely." "Nobody" is unnerving to listen to and a neat trick (especially when the façade begins to crack toward the end), I just find Mitski more compelling when the fake smile is completely down and she's ripping herself apart fiber by fiber. [6]

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The Devil’s Witch

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Chapter Two - part 1

I slipped into my worn out black jeans with my cropped red and black checkered shirt. I took one more look at myself in the mirror before stepping out of my room. I walked to the kitchen room grabbing my car keys from the counter and walking to the fridge in search of water. “Where are you off too?” My dad asked from the kitchen table.

“I’m gonna go meet up with Michael, we planned to have lunch today remember?” I explained grabbing a water from the back of the fridge.

“Your outfit looks cute,” Racheal, my step mom, commented. I shut the fridge smiling and walked over giving the two quick hugs.

“Thanks, I’ll be back by seven so don’t start Survivor without me!” I said taking a drink from my water.

“I can’t promise anything!” My dad yelled from his seat as i rushed out to my car.

I texted Michael telling him i was on my way to his house. When i arrived to his house i waited a few minutes on the unkept porch. I remember when i met Michael for the first time, it had only been about eight months but over that time we had grown to be very close. I had never had too many friends so when he started to talk to me in World History it took me by surprise.

After a few minutes Michael appeared in front of me, his hair was short and curly and fell infront of his eyes it confused me on how he could see. He wore his usual black shirt and black skinny jeans with black boots to match his theme.

“Hey Abby, come on in.” He said stepping aside. I followed him through his messy house to his room, “My mom isn’t heard right now, she had to go to the city to get some groceries.”

“That’s whatever, do you know when she’s gonna be back?” i asked, i stepped into Michael’s room which was surprisingly clean. His bed was made and his floor was completely clear, it always embarrassed me when he would come to my house since compared to his my room is a pigsty.

I took a seat on his bed, “Whatcha’ in the mood to listen to?” he asked.

I shrugged propping myself up on my elbows, “i don’t care.”

“Sublime it is,” He smiles. I watched as he pulled a record from an old wooden box and placed it on the record player. I watched him carefully as he did so. It continued to shock me how close we had gotten over a short time and even in a shorter time my feelings had grown to wanting him more. I told him everything and it was nice to have someone who could do odd things like i could.

I could do strange things with my mind, I guess you could call me a witch but the same never sat well with me. I remember the day i met Michael we seemed to have a mutual understanding about each other. He was different like me, I had never told anyone besides my dad and step mom about the things i could do. I kept it hidden.

I felt my heart flutter as Michael disappeared from in front of his window to beside me on his bed. He stared into my eyes smiling, I felt a blush coming and quickly fell back staring at the ceiling. Michael chuckled grasping my cheeks in his hands and pulling me to look at him, “You know i’m glad to have you, right?”

I felt a lump form in my throat as i searches for the words to say, “I-I mean yeah.”

Michael propped himself up on my elbow looking down at me with a small smile on him, “I’m just glad i’m not alone, i hated my other school. No one there was like me, they were all just normies.”

I adjusted myself on his bed getting more comfortable, I studied every single feature he had as i listened. “But then i remember i laid my eyes on you and i could sense you were different.” he cupped my face with his other hand gently.

“I’m glad i have you too Michael, it was hard not having someone i could tell my secret to.” I pulled him down hugging him gently, he wrapped his lanky arms underneath my body pulling me close as he rested his head on my chest. “Life was really boring before you came into my life.” I admitted.

“Tell me about your life before you met me,” He said looking up at me from my chest, Michael adjusted himself so his body lied against mine and our legs intertwined.

I smiled looking up at the ceiling, “I was always bored, i had a few decently close friends that i would hang out with. I was always the third wheel though, never the go to. I didn’t mind though, i always hated hiding my abilities. I knew i couldn’t tell anyone which sucked major ass. I was just so bored of life and tired of keeping this massive secret.”

“And then you met me,” Michael exclaimed in an almost childlike manor. He hugged me tighter sending my heart racing slightly, I reached my hand up playing with a lock of his curly hair.

“And then i met you, i knew something was odd about you. I couldn’t pinpoint it though. And then you started talking to me which took me by surprise, people usually don’t approach me.” I glanced down at Michael who was smiling, urging me to go on. “But i’m glad you did. I’d still be bored to death if you hadn’t.”

Michael smiled crawling up so his face hung above mine, he looked me dead in the eye. “Promise me something Abby.” he said holding up his pinky.

“Anything,” I said linking my pinky with his.

“You’ll always stand by me, always wait for me no matter. We’ll always be together whether it’s physically or spiritually, you and me,” he leaned closer so our noses touched, “we’ll be one forever.”

I smiled, “I promise you i’ll always be with you.”

Michael smiled but didn’t let go of my pinky or move. He stayed hovering over me studying my eyes, I took that time to study his dark eyes. Michael was usually cold and straight to the point with people but when he was with me he was this goofy boy who didn’t seem so stand offish. He was open and i told him almost everything there was to know about me.

Michael’s eyes flickered to my lips for a brief moment before meeting my eyes again, “Abby, could I-“

The sound of his moms car door locking pulled us out of whatever moment we were just having. Michael quickly got off of me walking to his window, “My mom is here.” He said walking back over to me. He took my hand gently pulling me up from the bed. “We should get going soon.”

I smiled nodding, i grabbed my things from his bed, “I’ll drive.” Michael smiled at me pulling me to his chest and hugging me tight.

I stared up at the ceiling, the memories of the first boy i had ever fallen in love with flashing in my mind. We had met just two years before the bombs, before he disappeared and I joined a coven. I was still in shock that he was even here that part of me still didn’t fully believe it. I had missed Michael, life had gotten so boring and my heart was filled with sorrow without him. I tried everything i could to take my mind off him when he left yet he still consumed my thoughts. He had so much power over me and he always knew it.

There was a knock on my door and for just a brief moment i had hoped it was Michael. I sprung up from my bed and made my way to the door, when i opened it Mallory’s small frame stood in front of me. I felt bad for the grays because they were treated poorly by majority of the purples, mainly CoCo.

“It’s almost time for dinner and i wouldn’t be late, Langdon is supposed to be at dinner tonight.” Mallory said looking up at me through her glasses.

“Thanks Mallory, I’ll head down there now.” Mallory nodded and walked down the hall to gather everyone else. I slowly walked to the dining room with not much of an appetite.

When i got to the table it was surprisingly empty except for Michael being the only one seated. I felt a lump in my throat, he hadn’t noticed me come in as he was looking around the room almost as if it was familiar to him. I took the seat across from him silently staring down at my plate, I didn’t know what was wrong with me. Why couldn’t i even look at him? Was it because i hadn’t seen him in so long? Was i scared he’d recognize me?

I felt a pair of eyes staring at me and i built the courage to look up from my plate. Glancing up i locked eyes with him, but this time i didn’t feel the need to look away. Michael smiled and opened his mouth to speak when all the other purples filed into the room. Gallant smiles cheekily and took a seat next to Michael, as everyone piled in Venable took a seat at the head of the table. She rang a small bell and grays began to fall in setting a plate with a small cube on it in front of us.

We ate in silence for a moment, all of us scared to say anything around Michael.

“It’s strange,” Emily chuckled lightly beside me, “this for some reason is just like the dinners i used to have before the bombs. My family always ate in silence.” She took a bite from her cube and chewed it for a moment, “It was always silent until my dad cracked a joke to try and get us to laugh.”

I smiled, “My house was always loud at dinner time, especially when my sisters came for dinner.” My heart sank a bit at the thought of my sisters. I had never gotten a chance to say goodbye to them, I was just rushed away to the Outpost.

I glanced around the table seeing Michael’s eyes still on me. “Well at my house,” CoCo said, “We only had the finest foods,” I zoned out of CoCo’s long speech and seemed to focus on Michael. He was no longer looking at me but at everyone else.

Michael had grown, he looked and felt more mature. It almost reminded me of the way he acted around others when we were younger, except now more refined.

—

I sat on the couch staring into the fireplace as i hummed along to the song, swaying to the words. I traced my hand along the edge of the couch, the others were about the Outpost doing whatever you could do during a radioactive apocalypse.

My mind wandered off to when i had first met Michael, seeing him again after three long years had brought everything flooding back.

I walked into my history class tired and ready to go home, I took a seat at my desk letting bag fall to the side. We were getting closer to winter break and i was ready to be done with school.

Students began to pile into the classroom, some talking to their friends and others shared the same expression i had. I pulled out a book from my bag picking up where i had last left off.

part two coming soon :)

[naruhearts]

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There it is, the burning topic that holds polarizing opinions.

Annelie wrote an extensive, thorough post about this already (and it’s a SENSIBLE PIECE that dictates ALL my thoughts since I joined the Destiel fandom; she addresses your questions). I mention it here as well so I won’t delve too far into it. However *briefly walks the wank plank*

^^Jensen says this (about Dean being a fan of Dr. Sexy MD which we all know is a significant subtextual moment) after “Destiel doesn’t exist” — after denying the one topic he’s explicitly avoided numerous times (and I wholeheartedly believe that respectful fans would never bring up Destiel unless they want to draw unsavoury reactions from him on purpose and/or create more hateful bronlie fodder).

Let’s be real: folks are super adamant on proving that Destiel/Bi!Dean isn’t real that they completely overlook the second half.

It’s…uh, peculiar, right? I mean, look at his face. His use of quotes around “closet fan”–making weird implications about THE METAPHORICAL CLOSET. And then–

*side eyes* 

For someone who’s allegedly homophobic (a claim I believe is false), he sure stoked the fire himself, huh?

Jensen denied Destiel, but not that Dean is bisexual. 

In the past he’d simply deflect. No confirmations or rejections of any sort.

Note: this certain exchange was pretty frustrating to watch seeing as Jensen was most likely tired, and the poor fan just exacerbated his low mood by, again, bringing up something he explicitly avoids.

Circling the discussion back to Destiel — Dean and Cas’ love story is a nine-year long underlying narrative that has, frankly, been walking the (now thin thin thin) line between subtext and text post-S7, and TPTB are employing Will They Won’t They? as both:

A. a PR device (“stoke the fire”, Jensen and Misha freely joking around about Destiel, Dabb & Co pushing POSITIVE endgames, “the re-emergence of Castiel is a huge piece in turning Dean around again”, “Western Romcom with Misha”, “Give it to ‘em in a way they don’t expect” etc)

B. plot device (Dean and Cas using their words, past and present subtext complementing each other, TPTB supplying S13′s momentum towards canon with more and more overt expositions, parallels, symbolism etc).

The show’s premise conveys GROWTH — breaking the traditional mould, introducing social progression, cracking toxic norms, and uncovering WHO YOU ARE. Dean Winchester is the epitome of it. His characteristic journey was formed since 1x01. If Jensen comes out (pun intended) right now and yells: “YES, DEAN IS BI, DESTIEL’S REAL, AND HE’S IN LOVE WITH CAS!!” when their story hasn’t yet reached its denouement, they’ll be throwing the suspense, the intrigue, the literary fixation, and the COLOSSAL effort TPTB poured into creating a nuanced wholesome narrative for the GA out of the window. SPN’s (silent) storytelling becomes moot! Endgame Destiel becomes moot! (NDA’s are violated and TPTB’s wrath rains down upon the cast lol)

So, Jensen’s right: Destiel doesn’t exist TEXTUALLY. It will (I hope it does) soon. And while it’s absolutely true that Destiel doesn’t have to exist in order for Dean to be bisexual, the two are INTRINSICALLY connected (even though the latter predates the former) because Dean’s attraction to men — which Jensen deliberately portrayed in brilliant ways over 13 years — is linked to Performing!Dean’s degradation and the death of his toxic masculinity/sublimation –> linked to Dean accepting that he deserves GOOD THINGS and WANTING those good things for himself despite what (John) anyone else thinks –> linked to Dean LOVING Cas — his male best friend, his Everything, his Win — and entering into a HEALTHY RELATIONSHIP with him. 

**PR isn’t showrunning, but I’m not surprised that the cast/TPTB nowadays are running ‘round the stage like excited-ass toddlers, mostly devoid of restrictions and filters, happy-go-luckily shaking up the Destiel (+ Cockles) arena at cons vs two years ago.

I hope (EXPECT) we’re getting a beautiful end to the story of Love...and Love.

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