#alternatively: Luke calls Derek and just says

[missmitchieg]

I want Penelope to get startled really bad by something and because Luke is Luke, he volunteers to be her bodyguard before someone else can.

[touchoflaughter]

Lil tickle story time! Ready?

Read below the cut 👇🏽🫠

I got a few small interactions of the past days for you! The first one‘s about a little get together I’ve been invited to last weekend.

I only knew a few people except for the host who’s an old friend of mine. It was the first time I met his army friends who were actually pretty funny dudes that were joking around all the time. At some point we got to the topic ‚fetishes‘ and also foot fetishes specifically. Since that’s not my thing I had no problem talking about it (actually I‘m only shy when it comes to tickling 🫠 apart from that I‘m hardly ashamed of anything). One of the boys was acting a little suspicious since he knew a lot more of the fetish, where to get foot pics etc. so the other guys were making fun of him and he blushed so hard I decided to stand by him.

But later that evening when my friend tried to tickle my foot and I managed to dodge it in time that guy looked at me in a (idk how to say it) possessive way? He stared at me for a few whole minutes and I was like - alright dude… foot fetishists aren‘t creepy at all (actually I know a few pretty cool dudes) but you make it look like they are… stop. staring.

Alright the other one‘s about two of my coworkers. They discovered I‘m ticklish a while ago and took advantage of it a few times already (as you can see here). It’s always fun working with them but it can get exhausting from time to time since they always team up against me in absolutely everything. They search for a weakness and dig right into it. Literally.

This time was no excuse. I was in the car with one of them (let‘s call him Derek for better understanding) and I‘ve had a bad muscle ache the whole day already. When we arrived at our work place I stretched my back by bending forward in the passenger seat, my arms dangling next to my ankles.

„Ow, are you that sore?“, he mocked me with a grin and I nodded silently.

„Where‘s the pain? Over here?“ Before I could even react or look at him he poked right into my back ribs (a really f*cking ticklish spot (he knows that) and also etremely sore from my latest boxing class) The weird mixture of pain and the ticklish sensation made me flinch so hard and I didn‘t scream, no I roared!

He laughed at me when I got out of the car while calling him a douchebag, only to tell our coworker (we‘ll call him Luke) about it while I was working right next to them! Derek then began to explain where to poke exactly to get the best reaction from me and I was like- excuse you?? NO.

Well, it came as it had to come: Later that day I was working with Luke who was making fun of my poor posture all the time. When he was holding his lower back, limping like an old man, I told him that‘s not even the spot I‘m in pain. He then asked me: „Oh right, where is it then?“

I rolled my eyes at him: „I’m not telling you, obviously.“ And right when I leaned forward to pull the ladder closer, he poked into my back ribs, right into the spot Derek showed him, forcing me to make that strange roaring noise again. Guys it wasn‘t cute at all. It just really showed how much that little poke affected me. Bad thing is, while Derek‘s pretty ticklish himself, it doesn’t affect Luke at all. I‘m actually a lot stronger than him (yea I‘m a 5‘7 girl and he‘s a 6‘4 guy but I‘m a martial artist - and he is not 🤭). So he loves this advantage a bit too much and used it quite often that day.

The next day it became even worse. Right in the morning I told them my muscle ache was gone. I was confident they would loose interest by then but oh boy I was wrooong.

It didn‘t take them ten minutes until Derek saw his first possibility to f*cking stab me with his index fingers right into my ribcage! I couldn‘t stifle a tortured gasp. Of course the boys made fun of that noise with sentences like „Did you year that?“ or „She can‘t take it in that spot at all! She always freaks out!“.

Yea. They then continued by positioning themselves left and right to poke me alternately. I stood no chance y‘all…

[aot-brainrot]

Okay, we got some brat Spencer and dom Penelope today, but alternatively:

Spencer working so hard to be a good boy for his doms all week, and everything going super well but Penelope getting bored and egging him on until he misbehaves. Just continuously teasing him and provoking him until eventually he gives in and gives being bratty a shot.

I imagine it's over something small, too, and he tries it with the softer doms hoping he can get away with it. Maybe Derek asking him to grab him something or Luke asking him to get some sleep and he just looks at them and says no.

"Excuse you?"

"I said, um, no?"

And they just give him a look and then call Elle or Hotch in to punish him and Spencer's eyes just widen 👁👄👁 and he's like "wait this isn't what I wanted to happen-"

And while he's getting punished hes just giving Penelope looks because he just wanted to he good and this would definetly not be happening if it weren't for her. I imagine Penelope watching then trying to sneak back to her cave before Emily just grabs her and says something like "you didn't think you were going to get away that easily, did you?"

Brat Spencer and Penelope live in my head rent free, clearly.

Well they live rent free in my head now, too, because this is literally perfect. Just someone calling out: "Hotch! Elle!" And Spencer's immediately cowering in a corner, trying to find a realistic escape. I mean, he prob even considered just jumping out of the window quickly, but the second Elle and Hotch were there, he just goes:

And they're like: "What did you do?"

[erin-bo-berin]

Double The Surprise

MASTERLIST

Prequel to Thing 1 and Thing 2

Surprise! A new fic, two days in a row? I know, who am I? This was an anon request to do a gender reveal party of the twins from Thing 1 and Thing 2, so I made it sort of a prequel. I’ve linked the fic in case you haven’t read it. One thing to note, I included Diana, but in a more normal state so no Alzheimer's or schizophrenia. I’ve wanted to write something where she was free of any illnesses, so I added her in this like that. Besides, she’d DEFINITELY be there. Also, take a shot every time I say pink and blue, lord I was getting tired of saying that myself so sorry about that. Enjoy some Spencer and the team cuteness. Happy reading!

Spencer Reid/Reader

Rating: G (fluff)

Word Count: 3,285

You knew it was a mistake to let Penelope be in charge.

Not that she was bad at it at all, in fact she was wonderful. But when she had a secret that she actually wanted to keep a surprise, her lips were sealed tighter than your old jeans.

Penelope Garcia—the technical analyst at the FBI’s Behavioral Analysis Unit and your husband, Spencer Reid’s teammate, coworker and friend—was the best at planning parties. Which is how she had gotten you and Spencer excited about the idea of a potential gender reveal party for the baby you and Spencer were expecting this fall.

You were currently 21 weeks and a bit larger than normal, although your doctor wasn’t worried. She had explained it could be due to the baby being bigger—your husband was over 6 feet after all—or perhaps you were a bit further along in your pregnancy than she first thought. Either way, at the last appointment, she had assured you that everything was looking fine.

The last appointment was also when you were able to find out the sex of the baby. 

Since you and Spencer really wanted to have a gender reveal party with your friends and the other team members of the BAU, you had invited Garcia to come along to the appointment. She would be informed of the sex and also have the results handed to her in a manila envelope, for the baker who would create the cake.

You were regretting your decision though because you were currently dying to know what baby Reid would be. It was amazing though, Garcia hadn’t even breathed the hint of a clue.

She was the worst person to keep a secret, so it was ironic when she refused to give into your pleading.

The gender reveal party was going to be this upcoming weekend, still a few days away and you were struggling with the anticipation.

The party details and planning helped curb your desire to know, though.

When Garcia had first suggested the idea, not long after you and Spencer announced your pregnancy, you were slightly hesitant about it. You didn’t know much about them or if anyone would even come. With the help of Penelope and her promise to take care of everything, you started coming around to the idea.

She was an excellent party planner because even though she took care of everything, she left plenty of room for you and Spencer to decide on details and things you wanted. Many nights were spent laying in bed, the two of you looking at gender reveal party ideas on Pinterest.

You actually thought Spencer was more excited for this party then you were. It was nice to know he was just as excited for it, though.

“Do you think she’d cave and tell us what we’re having if we surprise her with a red velvet cupcake?” you’d asked Spencer, one night that week.

“It’d probably be tempting for her, but I doubt it,” he answered you, “In fact, I’m surprised she’s kept quiet this long. She’s the worst at keeping secrets.”

“I know. I had her pegged to tell us within a day,” you huffed.

Spencer chuckled, kissing your head.

“Just think, it will be worth the wait when we find out what we’re having on Saturday.”

•

Surprisingly, Saturday did come rather fast. Although at the same time, it felt like eons to you. 

You were bursting with excitement for the party, which was to be held at David Rossi’s house.

Garcia had given you and Spencer strict instructions to not arrive until after 2 pm. She, with the help of her boyfriend Luke Alvez we’re going to be setting up everything for the party to keep the final display a surprise as well.

You were just as eager to wear the new outfit that Garcia had bought for you to wear—she really had thought of everything.

You had to admit, the ensemble was pretty cute.

You’d dressed in the sleeveless maxi dress that was designed in an alternating pink and blue chevron style and white flats that were partially hidden by the long skirt of the dress. Your bump was fully on display in the outfit, but it just made the dress seem even cuter.

It also helped that it was extremely comfy as well.

The finishing touch for the outfit was a flower crown. Yes, a flower crown. Garcia went all out when she did things, that’s for sure. 

It was a thin band of flowers that sat nicely on your head. One side was decorated with pink flowers while the other half had blue. With the entire outfit complete, you had to admit, Garcia definitely had picked a cute ensemble.

Spencer had come in just as you’d finished getting ready and whistled, making you blush.

“Why if it isn’t the sexiest baby mama around,” he grinned slyly, wrapping his arms around you from behind, “You look beautiful, Y/N.”

“You look rather charming yourself,” you chuckled.

His appearance wasn’t that much different than it was from his work attire. His suit pants and dress shirt were the same as usual, but Garcia had gotten him a pink and blue chevron tie to match your dress.

“Not exactly something I’d wear every day, but I like it,” he smiled, “Ready to find out what our baby is?”

“More than ever.”

•

The first thing you saw when entering Rossi’s backyard was a sign on the iron gate door to his backyard. 

There were a handful of pink and blue cardboard, cutout circles hanging on the gate door, along with a pink and blue cutout onesie that said We’re here for the sex. It made you laugh. This definitely had Garcia written all over it.

“I’m sure Rossi is thrilled with that hanging on his gate door,” Spencer laughed.

He took your hand and pushed the gate open into a pink and blue wonderland. 

You gasped as the two of you walked further into the backyard. Not only was the actual decorations and set up amazing, but the turnout was just as shocking.

The entire team was there; Emily Prentiss, Matt Simmons, his wife Kristy and all five kids—you’d specifically told Penelope that all the BAU kids were welcomed, you had a special place in your heart for them, just as she did.

JJ was there with her husband Will and her two boys Henry and Michael. Tara Lewis was there as well, always ready for a get together. Of course David Rossi was there as well with his third wife Krystall that he’d recently married again.

Luke and Penelope were of course in attendance, but what surprised you most was seeing the unexpected and surprise guests that Garcia had most definitely arranged to show up.

Former Unit Chief Aaron Hotchner was there with Jack, who was now taller than you. They both greeted you with a hug and their congratulations. Jack said he was mostly excited for cake and you couldn’t argue with that.

Derek Morgan, wife Savannah and little Hank Spencer Morgan had made it too. These kids were growing faster than you would like because now little Hank was 4 quickly approaching 5.

“Pretty boy!” Morgan greeted, hugging Spencer tightly, “It’s about time you became a father.”

You greeted Savannah and Hank, who was in his mother’s arms, suddenly a lot shyer than normal. After speaking to them both for a minute, they too went back to socializing with the others.

What was most surprising was seeing your parents and Spencer’s mom, Diana Reid.

“Mom! Dad!” you exclaimed, hugging them.

“Mom!” Spencer said, hugging Diana, “I’m so glad you could make it.”

“You think I was going to miss my grandbaby’s first party? I think not,” she grinned.

After greeting your parents, you hugged Diana yourself.

“It’s so good to see you Mrs. Reid,” you kissed her cheek.

It had been a little bit since you’d last traveled to Las Vegas with Spencer to visit her, not long after you’d married. Before that, you’d seen her at the wedding.

“Oh honey, you know I told you to call me Diana,” she beamed, “You’re the Mrs. Reid around here. How are you feeling?”

She rubbed a hand across your belly and you smiled.

“Feeling rather large, if I do say so myself,” you chuckled.

“Well there’s a good reason for that,” she winked, making your brows furrow in confusion.

Garcia was just on her way over to the three of you as Diana spoke and suddenly, she sped up, rushing over.

“Diana! How about I get you some punch and refreshments!” Garcia exclaimed, leading Diana away.

She turned to you and Spencer as she led his mother away.

“Take some time and look around before we do the reveal!” Garcia hollered.

“Come on, I wanna check things out,” you told Spencer.

You were beaming so big that he couldn’t help but chuckle and indulge you. He was pretty curious to check out everything too.

First off, there were pink and blue balloons everywhere. 

At the table where the food and refreshments were at, were gold letter balloons that spelled out the phrase Oh baby. 

The actual food spread was rather impressive too. There were finger sandwiches of chicken salad, turkey and ham, mixed nuts, vegetable plates with dip and of course, much to your delight was Alvez’s homemade salsa and guacamole, along with chips to dip. You’d be eating good this afternoon, that’s for sure.

The sweets were all gender themed, which was an adorable touch.

There were blue and pink chocolate covered strawberries, blue and pink cake pops—a mustache on the blue cake pop sticks and a bow on the pink ones—and hilariously enough, there were M&Ms in two bowls. One with peanuts were labeled Nuts and the other with plain was labeled No Nuts, hence the mystery of the baby’s sex.

“That’s ingenious,” Spencer commented, laughing, grabbing a handful of some.

There were blue plates with matching napkins and pink plates with pink napkins, along with alternating blue and pink jars that held the opposing color of plastic ware in them. 

At the very end of the refreshments table sat two huge glass jugs with spigots filled with blue and pink drinks. The blue was named Bouncing Blue Punch whereas the pink was Sweet Pink Lemonade.

“Wow, Luke and Penelope really went all out,” you gaped, amazed.

“And you haven’t even seen the best parts,” Garcia said, seemingly appearing out of thin air next to you, “Come on!”

She tugged on your arm excitedly, dragging you to another section of the party. You laughed, trying to keep up with her, looking behind you at a grinning Spencer who was following behind the two of you.

The first thing she had to show you, made you tear up thanks to the damn pregnancy hormones.

It was a canvas of animals in a little hot air balloon and the “balloons” were made up of thumbprints from all the guests, in the color of their guess of the baby’s gender. Even the kids had all done one.

There were a variety of pink and blue thumbprints, each one signed by the person. At the bottom of the canvas it read: Oh the places you’ll go.

“We all made our guesses and I put this together a week ago so it would be dry and ready to display for today,” Garcia beamed.

“I love it,” you said, your hand covering your mouth, still shocked at how beautiful it was, “Spence, this is going up in the nursery for sure.”

“Definitely,” he nodded, looking at it himself.

“This is amazing. Thank you, Garcia,” you breathed.

“Oh honey, we’re just getting started on the tour. Come on, there’s more to see.”

The next display was another interactive guessing game.

This was a chalkboard that read Twinkle, Twinkle, little star. How we wonder what you are!

One side of the board represented the boy votes and the other represented the girl votes.

“This is where everyone was able to vote as they came in with their guess,” she said.

You looked closer. So far a girl was winning by two.

“I also included two more interactive little games,” Garcia said, leading you to two more chalkboards.

One had Guess The Date written on it and the entire month of September written out. Your due date was approximately September 25th, which was listed at the top and sticky notes covered the dates of different attendee’s guesses on when the baby would arrive.

“Oh that is super cute,” you laughed.

Your eyes scanned over the numerous guesses.

Some had guessed as early as September 6th and others had guessed as late as September 30th.

“Pinterest, I’m telling you,” Garcia quipped.

The next board had a list of girls and boys names. Underneath the board and easel on each side was a basket, in the matching colors, slips of paper inside.

“This here is where the guests have tried to guess what your number one name for a boy and a girl is,” Garcia explained.

“So that explains why you asked for our top name for a boy and a girl,” Spencer mused.

“Yup.”

You looked at each column. There were a total of five names on each side.

The boys’ column included:

Carl

Aidan

Luke

Alexander

Matthew

The girls’ column included:

Daisy

Abrielle

Gabriella

Penelope

Paige

“Penelope? Luke?” you chuckled.

“Hey, for all they know you could be naming a kid after us!” she protested.

You smiled, seeing yours and Spencer’s top two picks on the lists—Abrielle for a girl or Alexander for a boy.

“Last but not least,” Garcia beamed, “You gotta see the cake. It’s amazing.”

The three of you walked to a table in the middle of the party where there were two chairs and a cake resting on the table.

“Obviously since it’s baby Reid, you two will be the center of attention,” Penelope said.

On the table was a beautiful cake decorated with blue and pink icing roses. One side was strictly pink roses and the other blue. The finishing touch was the various sized edible pearls that had been delicately placed in the center of each flower.

You audibly gasped.

“Penelope, it’s gorgeous!”

“Isn’t it though? I was in awe when I picked it up,” she commented.

“So the inside will be the reveal, right?” Spencer asked.

“Yes sir,” she smiled, “You guys ready to find out the gender?”

“Yes, please!”

You were practically bouncing on your heels like a child eagerly awaiting candy.

“First, I wanted to give you guys a little gift,” Garcia said, rushing over to the table where Luke sat, holding a gift bag.

“Garcia, you know we said no gifts!” you protested.

“Yeah, I know. But you know me,” she scurried back over, handing you the bag, “I can’t keep huge secrets.”

“What are you talking about?” you laughed, opening the bag.

Inside was a simple, cute, white baby onesie.

On the front, it said We’re having a baby! with the word baby scratched out.

“Why’s the word baby crossed out?” Spencer asked, peering over your shoulder at it.

He seemed to be just as puzzled as you were.

“Wait, there’s something else in the bag,” you observed, reaching in to pull out the second object.

It was a second white onesie that read Make that TWO babies!

“I couldn’t keep such a big secret obviously, so I told the entire team and they wanted to chip in on a present to announce it to you—this isn't all the gift though.”

You were stunned beyond belief and absolutely overjoyed.

“Twins?! Spence, did you hear that? We’re having twins!”

You turned to see your husband as white as a ghost, starting to sway.

“I-I-I think I need to sit for a moment,” he stammered, falling into the nearby metal folding chair.

“Spence, you okay?” 

You rushed to his side—as fast as your pregnant body would let you, that.

“Yeah, fine,” he muttered, still looking dazed, “Everything just started spinning there for a moment.”

Garcia was by his side with an unused paper plate, fanning him, just in case he was actually going to pass out.

The rest of the party’s eyes were on the spectacle, all of them clearly amused.

“Who knew the kid could create twins! Even his sperm is brilliant,” Derek hollered.

Everyone laughed at that and the fact that Savannah immediately stuck a sandwich in his mouth to quiet him.

“There are kids here, Derek!” she whispered loudly.

“Twins, huh?” Spencer asked.

The poor thing looked dumbstruck. 

“You sure you’re okay Spencer?” you asked, worried.

It’s like it took him a moment for it to finally sink in because he turned to you, a big grin on his face.

“Y/N, we’re having twins!”

He grabbed your face, kissing you, not caring about all the onlookers. You turned scarlet when he pulled away, a tad bit embarrassed that everyone was watching, but you were just as happy as him, so you couldn’t complain.

“My baby boy is going to have twins,” Diana smiled, coming over to wrap her son in a hug, “I was so excited when I heard that I almost ruined the surprise earlier!”

“Oh so that’s what you meant?” you asked, laughing.

That was definitely a good reason for you to be larger than normal. Your body was home to not one but two babies for the next little while.

“You knew, mom?” Spencer asked.

“Oh of course, Penelope called everyone,” Diana answered.

“You know I can’t keep a secret!” Garcia exclaimed, “This was my biggest one yet! It was the only way I could make it without bursting.”

“Speaking of everyone else,” JJ said, bringing up another, slightly larger gift bag, “This is from all of us, Hotch and Morgan included.”

“You wanna open it?” you asked Spencer.

He shook his head, indicating you could, so you did.

You pulled out a long, wood, plaque that read:

Our family is growing by

4 feet

and

2 hearts 

At the bottom, there was an engraving.

Reid Twins

It was absolutely perfect.

There were definitely tears on your end as you made your rounds hugging everyone and saying your thank yous.

You made your way back to the center table to Garcia, who you gave another huge hug.

“Thank you so much for putting together such an amazing party,” you said.

“It was my pleasure,” she smiled.

“Cut the cake already!” Both Jack and Henry hollered simultaneously, making everyone chuckle.

“I can’t argue with that, now can I?” you responded.

You managed to pull Spencer away from the conversation he was having with some of the guests and you both put your hands on the knife, cutting through the cake. It reminded you of your wedding reception, but this was ten times more exciting; you were expanding your family with the man you were in love with.

The entire backyard counted down.

“THREE!”

You looked over at Spencer, a big smile on your face. At this point, you didn’t think much more could surprise you than the news of having twins.

“TWO!”

He winked at you, silently reassuring you that no matter what the result, you two would raise these babies as a team.

“ONE!”

You both lifted up the slice, revealing a two layer cake; one layer was pink and one was blue.

“It’s a boy and a girl!” Spencer cheered.

You were pretty sure this day couldn’t get any better. 

You and Spencer would soon be welcoming fraternal twins; Abrielle Jade Reid and Spencer Alexander Reid. 

Little Abbie and Alex were going to be incredibly loved.

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You Don’t Own Me  Chapter 1

(A/N: In our second server swap I got @aperrywilliams as my giftee. Amanda inadvertently gave me the idea for this fic a few days before I wrote it because the main kink is cockwarming. Minors, please wait until you are of legal age to read. I really do not want to have parents messaging me.)

"Let's wait until our wedding night to have sex." Spencer's suggestion seven months ago took me way back. Well, now we had a week until our wedding and I regretted promising Spencer. I watched him as he corrected Criminal Psychology papers. 

I grabbed a lollipop, stuck it into my mouth and sat on Spencer's lap. "Y/N...Our wedding is just around the corner."

"Uh-huh." I said, beginning to kiss him.

“I love you, but I need you to go away because you’re really very distracting and I have to have these papers graded by tomorrow.” Spencer whined.

"Aww...Spence, no fair!" I said still kissing him.

"Y/N..." he said in irritation.

“You mean I’m only important when you need something from me.” I grumbled as I gently stroked his growing bulge with the tips of my fingers.

"Didn't mean that at all." He groaned. "I want us to wait, so behave."

"Make me." I said smugly.

“Are you trying to turn me on right now? Because it’s working.” Spencer moaned. I grinned at him. I stopped for a while. Then when he was halfway through his third pile, I started fidgeting. “Stop moving on my lap, it’s not making the situation any better.” Spencer snapped.

“I disagree.” I said.

“I really don’t care. You look so hot and it's taking all I have to try not to fuck you senseless right now.” I pouted and got off his lap.

"I guess I'll just get off all by myself." I murmured, heading to the bedroom.  Spencer grabbed my hand.

"Actually, just a second..." Spencer took off his belt and unzipped his slacks. "Come and sit." I sat on his thigh. He chuckled and said, "No, no. I want you to straddle me." 

I did as requested and moaned as his hardness entered me. "Spence..."

"Stay still, Y/N." He ordered. It didn't take long for him to finish grading, thankfully. He kept alternating between kisses and nips as he graded papers. Finally, he set the pen he was using down as I started trying to create some friction. His hips bucked forward. “Don’t think I’m letting you get away with that, darling.”

“I’ve wanted this for so long.” I whined.

"You could have waited one more week." He said sternly. I raised my eyebrow at him.

"Oh shut up. Why don't you try being me and constantly try not to notice whenever your fiance’s swollen crotch is at eye level?" He blushed scarlet.

"Okay, you have a point." He said, his hips bucking forward again. "I can't help imagining you pregnant.” My eyes widened in shock.

“You know, you always look so much better when I mark you up.” I said as I leaned into him to drive him a bit deeper, which made him hit against my pleasure spot.

“No, thank you. I'm not getting teased by Luke again.” Spencer replied softly. “Oh, god, I’m coming! I’m there! Yes, oh, fuck, I’m -!” 

“Don’t hold back, Spence.” I murmured. “Come for me.” Just as I said this, I felt him climax inside of me.

“Y/N...” he moaned.

“Spence...” I kissed his cheek. A few minutes later, I felt Spencer get up so I wrapped my legs around his backside.

“You’re getting so hard again.” I moaned, feeling him become erect inside me.

“Only for you, sweetheart.” Spencer said chuckling as he carried me to what would be our bedroom after the wedding. “And we have all night.”

----

“How many rounds was that? Four? Jeez, we’re about to break our own record.” I muttered as Spencer slid out of me.

“Actually, I believe that was our fifth time.” he says breathlessly before suckling my breast. “Soon to be sixth.” I groaned. Maybe we should take a break.

“Maybe we should take a break?” I suggested. Spencer didn't stop. In fact, I think he ignored me.

“Fine but in 2 hours, I want to see your pretty little lips wrapped around my penis.” he finally said before closing his eyes. I smirked. He’d have his wish in 1.

---

1 hour later:

I slid down and because I'm a bit of a brat, I decided to wake Spencer up with what he wanted. Thankfully, Spencer doesn't wear clothing whenever I come over, so his length was quite easily accessible. 

I took him into my mouth. I gave his manhood a few small licks which I knew drove him crazy, then gradually got bolder as I massaged his balls tenderly, coaxing his hardness to become fully erect. His thighs tensed.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“I didn’t know you were so sensitive.” I joked. He sighed and rubbed his temples.

“Don’t think I’m letting you get away with that either, darling.” he muttered. I snorted. Spencer would let me get away with anything short of murder, theft... basically anything that wasn't breaking the law. 

“I already have.” I taunted. I felt a chuckle from him.

 “Lay back and let me take care of you.” I acquiesced, switching positions with the love of my life. He kissed my nose then smirked. “Mm, where should I start?!”

“My breasts.” I suggested. He shook his head.

“I always start with your breasts.” he muttered. Then his eyes lit up and he scooted down.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Returning the favor.” he replied before he licked me. I moaned. He was good. I came undone seconds after. He looked expectantly at me and added, “Told you I wouldn't let you get away with that.”

“Unbelievable…” I muttered. “Just get…”

“Actually, don't order me around.” He murmured as he sank into my depths and kissed me. I could taste myself on him. He stroked my side idly, letting me adjust to his fullness before finding his rhythm.

“You should not have made me promise.” I remarked.

“I shouldn't have.” He agreed before I felt him climax. “How can I make it up to you?” I pretended to think about it. He'd come up with something though.

“Up to you, babe.” I said.

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I was surprised when Spencer told me that we were going somewhere else after work. It wasn't Rossi's as Krystall and Rossi wanted a quiet evening or so Rossi said when I asked. All I knew is that Spencer muttered under his breath, “JJ and Garcia are going to kill me.”

Spencer was driving now, as I had a blindfold on. “Where are we going?” I asked for what seemed like the millionth time. Spencer didn't answer and I was getting irritated with him.

“We’re almost there.” Spencer said. I set my hand on his thigh. “Stop it, Y/N.” he admonished as I stroked his inner thigh.

“Why should I? You won't tell me where we're going and I'm bored.” I complained. My hand brushed against his growing bulge in his slacks and I gave it a gentle squeeze.

“I would really appreciate it if we saved that for later.” Spencer said. I pouted and withdrew my hand. “Since I don't want to be standing with an erection in front of a justice of the peace.”

“We’re getting married tonight?”

“I’ve already proven I can't keep my hands off you for the remainder of the time we have left, so yes.”

“So that's why JJ and Garcia might possibly kill you.” I mused as he pulled in the driveway to see Aaron Hotchner, Luke Alvez, Derek Morgan and JJ glaring at him.

“How did…” Spencer started.

“You left your plans on your desk.” Luke stated. “Emily called Hotch and Rossi called Derek.”

“Do you seriously think Morgan, Hotch and I would miss your wedding?” JJ asked. “We’ve been waiting for this wedding for years.”

Spencer sighed. “Actually, I didn't think.”

“Oh that's quite obvious, Einstein.” Rossi said dryly as he came out of the office. “Come on, my mansion.”

“Why?” Spencer asked.

“You, assclown, owe both Gideon and I a wedding and since Gideon is dead, I'm insisting as is my right as your immediate supervisor if we don't count Emily.” I barely had time to stifle my laugh at Rossi's declaration. 

“Fine.” Spencer said as he put on his seatbelt again.

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Spencer was slow dancing with me. He’d been quiet throughout the ceremony, only speaking his vows. “I love you.” Spencer murmured as he rubbed his thumb against my hand.

“I love you too.” I whispered.

“Getting married tonight was supposed to be my making that up to you.” he whined adorably.

“Don’t worry, you're forgiven.” I said, grinning. “Let’s get out of here, Einstein.”

“Agreed.” Spencer murmured. Rossi comes up to us.

“Go. You two have been here long enough.” he encouraged. Spencer takes my hand and after telling Rossi good night, we get into the car and ride off into the sunset.

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Twin Flames

As we all know, the season 14 finale of cm was an absolute disaster so I took it upon myself to write a lil fix it fic for the writers. This is how it should have happened. I hope you all like it! Enjoy!!

Spencer Reid has always had feelings for Jennifer Jareau, but he had resigned to the fact that they would never be more than just friends a long time ago. And that had been more than good enough for him. He had no desire to be in a romantic relationship with Jennifer, not in any sense of the word. He valued their friendship far more than the miniscule residual feelings he still held for her. Feelings that were locked away in one of his twelve imagined futures. Another one which stored his feelings for Derek Morgan. And one that played out the future he would’ve had with Maeve. His imagined futures were how he coped with his losses. Although he was a man who relied heavily on logic, he deviated from the, at times, faulty realism that defined him through his manufactured alternate realities.

The confession their UNSUB had forced out of JJ at gunpoint the previous day had left the doctor feeling shocked and even more confused. He replayed her words over and over in his mind.

“Spence, I-um-I’ve always loved you. And I was just too scared to say it before. And now things are just really too complicated to say it now.”

He couldn’t make sense of it. He analyzed every hesitation and hitch in her tone, every pause and avoidance of eye contact. He searched his memory desperately for clues that would lead him to some sort of reasonable explanation for the whimsical confession of love she had given, but he came up empty.

There were never any indications of JJ having such feelings for him. She brought Garcia on their “date” to the Redskins game fourteen years ago, and ever since, the two of them had fallen into a older sister-younger brother sort of rhythm. When Jennifer met Will, she didn’t give a glance in his direction nor did she express any hesitations to him. Spencer was the godfather of her sons! He and JJ; they were best friends. They looked out for each other. They loved each other, yes, but they didn’t love each other.

Spencer’s ability to remember every interaction he’d ever shared with someone rarely failed him, and Jennifer Jareau wasn’t fooling him this time. She’s always loved him? No, it wasn’t plausible.

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Spencer was no longer listening to the conversation between Garcia, Tara, and Luke. He must’ve tuned out sometime after agreeing to dance with Penelope later on. His eyes were trained on JJ, studying her movements, facial expressions, and behavioral cues. Will was glued to her side as the couple made conversation with Matt and Kristy. Nothing in particular stood out to Spencer as peculiar other than JJ’s tense posture and the stiff grin she had plastered onto her face. But Spencer knew those observations could just as well be because of the awkward situation her confession had created as much as it could be about the confession possibly holding some truth.

His brow quirked with interest when Emily walked in, passing Matt and Kristy without so much as an acknowledgement and made a beeline to JJ. The smile that lit JJ’s face as Emily entered her line of sight triggered the profiler within him. He adjusted his slumped posture, straightening out his back. The wide grin that wore Jennifer’s face was the first genuine smile he’d seen from his friend since the consternation fueling events of the day before. Reid’s eyes narrowed in analyzation, determined to uncover the truth of JJ’s truth.

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Spencer was unable to stave off the need he felt to watch JJ throughout the wedding ceremony. He picked up on the way JJ’s eyes followed Emily’s every move as she gave her toast, only looking away from their friend when she felt Will squeeze her hand at Emily’s mention of David and Krystall being “twin flames”. The look of, what could only be described as, shame that crossed her features as she forced a weak smile at her husband, only served to further peak Spencer’s interest.

Jennifer looked up, her stormy blue eyes meeting his gaze, and the unmistakable guilt clouding them caused his heart to constrict. Only on a few occasions had Spencer been able to read Jennifer so clearly, so few he could probably recount all of them in less than a minute’s time. He may know her tell, but JJ was the master of masks. She had one for almost every occasion. A mother mask, a wife mask, a work mask, a social gathering mask, etc. Underneath all of those masks, hid Jennifer Jareau, and only a select few had the pleasure to know her.

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Spencer was beginning to unravel Jennifer’s secret and the blonde agent could tell. The scrutinizing gaze she was under was unnerving and caused her skin to crawl. It felt as though Spencer was staring straight into her soul, undressing the emotions she’s been keeping micromanaged for over a decade. Having to keep her feelings for Emily undetectable to Reid’s perspicacious mind all these years had been one of the hardest things she’s ever had to do. He was the one she told everything to, but this one thing, she just couldn’t. Not even when her life was being threatened. It was too big, too risky. Jennifer had so much to lose, as did Emily. The brunette was just now settling into a real relationship with someone, and Andrew was such a great guy. She was finally moving on and finding her own happiness. JJ wouldn’t have been able to live with herself if she had ripped that away and given the older woman hope once again for something that could never happen.

So she’d lied. And she was disgusted with herself for it.

JJ didn’t know exactly where Spencer’s feelings for her stood now, but she did know that once upon a time, he had something of a crush on her. Shortly after the Redskins game, the thought had slowly faded to the back of everyone’s mind, and it wasn’t brought to the forefront until just a few months ago, during their phone conversation about “imagined futures” and the revelation that he had twelve. That’s when JJ had begun to wonder, if one of them involved her.

Jennifer selfishly took advantage of that possibility yesterday. She didn’t know if it was true or not, but something deep in her gut told her that her inkling wasn’t far off. And to save herself, her family, and Emily from the pain of a confession years too late to be told, she used it against him to save their lives. It was selfish, she knew, and her stomach churned with an overwhelming guilt every time she looked at him.

She needed to tell him she didn’t mean it.

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“Can I have a water?” Spencer requested as he approached the bar. The bartender nodded and turned his back to retrieve the order, and he felt the presence of another person slide into the space next to him.

“Hey,” a certain blonde greeted, trying with a little too much effort to sound casual. “So I-I didn’t get a chance to say it back there, but thank you for saving my life.”

There it was. The first genuine thing JJ had said to him in twenty four hours, sixteen minutes and fourteen seconds.

“You’re welcome.”

The tension between the two friends was nearly suffocating. Interactions between them had never been so uncomfortable. A sadness pulled at Spencer’s heart; things weren’t supposed to be this way between them, and part of him feared that things would never be able to return to the way they were before. Change had never been Spence’s strong suit.

Spencer embodied JJ’s discomfort as if it were his own. The way she couldn’t hold eye contact with him for more than a couple seconds at a time told him that whatever Jennifer had come up to tell him was weighing heavily on her subconscious.

“You okay?” He prompted, wanting to get her talking.

“Yeah,” the older woman breathed. Although she obviously wasn’t. “But Luke was right, though. Two guns, huh?” Jennifer’s tried smile wavered insecurely as she attempted to strike up a casual conversation and act as though the lie she’d conjured up the previous day hadn’t possibly caused permanent damage to their relationship. Spencer tilted his head and narrowed his eyes at her, unbelieving. “How long have you been wearing an ankle holster?”

“Around the time I got out of prison,” he answered shortly but still in his usual gentle tone. Spencer hoped she would catch on to the fact that he didn’t want to make awkward small talk; he wanted to have a conversation about what had transpired the day before.

“Right.”

Silence fell between the old friends for a painful few moments. Neither one looked at the other, only staring straight ahead and praying this mess could somehow magically fix itself.

“Look, so, um, what I said back there..” JJ broke the silence. She needed to clear the air; the tension that congested it was squeezing hers out of her lungs. “I, uh, I needed to say something that would get his attention, and I needed to say something that would get your attention, so you know, I just needed to throw him off balance-”

“Jennifer,” Spencer cut off the blonde’s ramble with the use of her full name. It was proven to be effective when needing to grab the woman’s attention.

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JJ stilled. Spencer only called her ‘Jennifer’ when it was serious. Was he calling her bluff? Did he already know she lied, or did he think she actually meant it? Had she led him on like she had feared?

Apprehensive of the emotion she would find swirling around in his hazel eyes, the blonde hesitated before raising her gaze to meet his. What she saw: a challenging glare. It puzzled her; she was unable to detect any sort of emotion in his eyes. No anxiety, no guilt, no hope, no nothing. Just a challenging stare, like this whole mess of a situation was some sort of game to him.

“Truth or dare?”

The bluntness of his question momentarily startled JJ. A slight feeling of panic rose from her stomach at Spencer’s use of the question that had been spat in her face as she stared down the barrel of a gun just twenty four hours prior. She inhaled a calming breath to settle it.

As the feeling of dread began to dissipate, she noticed Spencer’s glare had eased from its previous challenge to a softer curiosity. He stared at her like she was a case, and she knew then that she hadn’t led him on. Spence wasn’t challenging her; he wanted her to tell him the truth.

He deserved to know; she knew that. She had played with his emotions in the most deceptive way yesterday. She’d already lied to him about Emily once before, and she’d nearly lost him because of it. But, this wasn’t the same thing. This would risk Will and her boys, the family she’d built over the last twelve years. This would risk Emily’s chance at finally moving on with her life and being happy with someone who was able to love her in the way that she deserved. This would risk the future of the team. Could she really risk all of that? Could she risk being responsible for the downfall of everyone she loves? Granted, it would feel so, unbelievably good to finally get her deepest, most darkest secret off of her chest, even if it was to just one person. But could she do that to Spencer? Could she trust Spence with this?

Looking into the most gentle, hazel eyes gazing into her blues with genuine concern, JJ offered him a sad smile. Of course, she could. It was Spencer.

“Truth.”

The word scratched against the dryness of her throat like sandpaper.

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“Did you mean it?” His sincere question came out more like an accusation. He watched her face intently, analyzing her reaction. Jennifer didn’t say anything, but from the way her lips twitched between the slightest smile and her big, blue eyes that remained full with the look of sadness and guilt he’d observed in them since the confession, Spencer knew. She didn’t mean it. A wave of relief flooded over the younger agent. Now, he just hoped she would tell him the truth.

Spencer noticed her mouth adjust, preparing to open for speech, but before JJ could get a word out, they were interrupted by the one specific brunette that, unbeknownst to Spencer and JJ, was at the forefront of both of their minds.

Spencer Reid stood witness to the interaction that solidified his suspicion. He surveilled, with curious eyes, Emily Prentiss reach out and place her hand on JJ’s upper arm.

“Guys, they’re about to cut the cake.”

It was hard to miss. The way JJ’s shoulders dropped, releasing their tension at the older woman’s touch and how her entire face lit up with a radiant glow as she acknowledged her presence. Her blue eyes became a shade lighter and there was a noticeable sparkle to them. A sparkle he hadn’t seen in her eyes for a time that was exceeding far too long. Her gaze followed their Unit Chief as she began to walk away, the luminous smile still firm on her lips. It was very hard to miss indeed.

Spencer began to walk away. His suspicion had been confirmed, and it ran far deeper than he’d originally assessed. He no longer felt the need to pressure his friend into admitting it out loud as he now understood, it would be far too painful.

He felt a hand press firmly against his chest, pushing him back before he could get away.

“J-just,” Jennifer stuttered. Spencer retreated back to the spot he’d been standing in just a few moments before. “I-”

Spencer looked down at JJ with empathy as she pushed her blonde locks behind her ears. The distress that wracked her petite form was blatant and he understood what she was feeling all too well. He’d been there before.

“It’s okay,” he whispered earnestly to the woman before him. She had her finger curled and pressed against her lips, as if she was preventing something from tumbling out. She looked up at him, her eyes large and filled with hope for the possible relief of her secret tormentation. “Everything’s okay.”

JJ nodded.

“Yeah?” Her tone was quizzical, but he understood her hesitation. He knew how important it was for her that no one else could ever find out about what she felt for Emily. She’d risked her life, and his, with a lie to protect it. Spencer knew her questioning tone wasn’t just for him to assure her that her secret was safe with him, but that he understood how incredibly, and truly, remorseful she was for the selfish act. And he did. Because he’d done it before. When Cat Adams wanted him to admit a truth about himself that no one knew. But what she had wanted from him, it wasn’t a truth, so he’d had to lie, knowing that if he didn’t sell it, his mother would be killed. JJ was there with him the whole way. He understood.

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Spencer nodded his assurance before he cleared his throat, composing himself for the verbalization of the confirmation that had just occurred.

“I know you meant what you said,” Spencer articulated, his utterance barely above a whisper. He was deliberate in making sure there was no way either of the two people standing just a few yards away would be able to overhear.

JJ’s brows drew together, a look of confusion crossing over her face. They’d just verified that she hadn’t meant it, unless some sort of severe miscommunication had just transpired.

“You just didn’t mean to say it to me.”

JJ’s heart stopped beating in her chest. Her breath caught in the back of her throat and she was sure her entire face had fallen sheet white. She knew that Spence knew. It was just the verbalization of it that threw her completely off quilter.

Spencer’s gaze flickered to the brunette standing next to the southern detective, and Jennifer followed his gaze. Her eyes landed on the two people she loved most, just one in a different way than the other. And the one that she could never have.

“Spence,” JJ choked on his name as she turned her back on the ones she felt she was betraying. The mascara coated rims of her eyes began to sting as tears welled in them. She felt an unbearable need to explain herself, to explain the string of questionable decisions she’d made over the last twelve years.

“Jennifer, it’s okay,” he soothed. The shame and the guilt oozed from her pores, and an agonizing need to comfort his suffering friend rose to the surface. She stared past him with pursed lips as her right hand gripped at her upper left arm. All were signs of the blonde trying desperately to maintain her composure, so Spencer made the quick decision to change the topic. “I know how you feel.”

JJ’s eyes snapped to his, bewilderment flashing onto her previously anguished features. He could read the question in her eyes. ‘What are you talking about? Who are you talking about?’

Spencer swallowed. Like Jennifer, his confession was something he had never shared with anyone before, not even his best friend.

“You might know him,” his voice was hoarse, sounding like he’d just finished screaming at the top of his lungs at a concert. The thought almost made JJ chuckle; Spence at a concert. The reality was that it was just nerves. It was the first time he was admitting to having an attraction for men out loud. “He got married two years, eleven months and ten days ago.”

Recognition flashed in JJ’s eyes as the understanding of who Spencer was referring to settled in. Derek. She tilted her head to the side as his gaze fell to the floor. He’d spent years grappling with his sexuality and a part of him, a large part, though he hated to admit it, still harbored feelings of shame regarding his attraction towards the same sex. Little did he know, JJ felt the exact same.

Jennifer was surprised to find herself feeling somewhat blase about Spencer’s revelation. She’d never actively considered Spencer being bisexual but she’d never outwardly denied the possibility either.

JJ recognized the familiar look of shame that wore Spencer’s downward tilted face, and it dawned on her that this was likely the first time he’d ever admitted this to someone. Momentarily forgetting about her own similar, and much more dire, predicament, JJ felt a sense of pride well up in her chest for Spencer’s courage to do what she never had. And what she now couldn’t.

She reached forward, grasping Spencer’s hand in her own. He lifted his gaze to hers when he felt her hand on top of his. She gave it a tight squeeze, hoping that it would be able to convey how proud she was of him for just being himself.

The corner of Spencer’s mouth twitched to form half a grin. His eyes shone with gratitude for her acceptance, although he never doubted for a second that she wouldn’t. Jennifer returned a tight lipped smile, her eyes shining with gratitude for the same yet entirely different reasons. For accepting her, but also for understanding the decision she made yesterday, and for being willing to aid in maintaining her long-held secret.

The reminder of her current predicament extinguished the heartwarming exchange between her and Spence as the gratitude on her face was once again replaced by sadness and guilt. JJ pulled her hand away from his and ran it over her face as she released a heavy sigh. Spencer’s frown and worry-filled eyes returned at the sudden change in demeanor.

Sparing a quick glance over her shoulder reminded JJ where they were and where they were supposed to be. Rossi’s wedding. Cutting the cake.

Spencer watched with concern for his friend as she walked away. He felt a pang in his chest when JJ glanced briefly at Emily before resuming her position at Will’s side, wrapping her arm around his neck and hugging him close. Spencer didn’t think it could get any worse, knowing JJ was in love with someone she could never be with. That was until he observed Emily cast a glance at the blonde behind her and the strained grin that she’d become accustomed to force after so many years. It would go undetected by many, but Spencer was able to pick up on the hint of despondency in her expression. His heart shattered with empathy for Emily as he found himself relating to his friend, reliving the heartache of watching Derek fall in love with Savannah, get married, and have little Hank.

If only JJ hadn’t met Will twelve years ago, maybe things would have been different. Maybe Jennifer would smile that smile that made her eyes sparkle much more frequently. His heart ached for his friends that missed their shot with one another. Now all that remained were the ‘what if’s and the if only’s’.

Spencer Reid and Jennifer Jareau really were twin flames.

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If you’re unhappy with The Rise of Skywalker, and hoping that the holy grail of the #AbramsCut will make you feel vindicated, here’s some relevant news: The Abrams Cut is probably bullshit, but there might be yet another Colin Trevorrow and Derek Connolly script for Episode IX, that could be the answer to everyone’s unrealized Star Wars dreams.

According to writer and Hollywood insider Robert Meyer Burnett, at least one version of Trevorrow’s unfilmed Episode IX was called Duel of the Fates, and, even if you loved Rise of Skywalker, this leaked script sounds pretty incredible. On Monday, Burnett dropped a lengthy description of the unfilmed, alternate Episode IXon YouTube, and the details are compelling.

The trouble is of course, in determining the validity of the script Burnett claims to have read. Published on his YouTube channel, “Robservations,” Burnett talks for about 18-minutes about his background before getting into the nitty-gritty of the alleged Duel of the Fates script. Presumably, Burnett is making it clear that he’s been in and around Hollywood for a long time, and it’s not that weird to get your hands on an unfilmed script.

“Everything is gettable,” he claims, pointing out that after a movie is actually made, the interest in unfilmed versions of the movies is less important to the general public. Historically, he has a point, but relative to Star Wars, there’s obviously a huge interest (particularly now). Burnett also goes out of his way to sort of obscure how he got ahold of this supposed early Trevorrow draft of Episode IX, and even “jokes” at several points that “maybe I made this all up.”

On paper, the fact that Burnett cops to maybe inventing the script could scan as an admission that the whole thing is fake. But, the problem is, Burnett’s background indicates he has no reason to lie. Unlike full-time leakers like Jason Ward or infamous fake-Star-Wars-news guy, Mike Zeroh; Robert Meyer Burnett is a legit filmmaker who’s worked in Hollywood as a director for a long, long time. Along with Mark Altman, he co-wrote and directed the 1999 film Free Enterprise; a romantic comedy about two Star Trek fans who happen to meet William Shanter IRL. (It’s a pretty good movie!)

Burnett also is known for his work on DVD and Blu-ray special features and if you own any of the Star Trek series on Blu-ray or DVD, the chances you have at least one or two mini-documentaries produced and directed by him are pretty high. He also appears regularly on the podcast Inglorious Treksperts with Mark Altman (a huge, and respected journalist and producer of sci-fi/fantasy shows like The Librarians and Pandora). So it’s not like Burnett is a fanboy. He may be outspoken about his opinions on the directions of various franchises and has frequently tweeted out scathing viewpoints on the direction of Star Trek since its relaunch on CBS in 2017.

I don’t share Burnett’s viewpoints on Discovery, but even if he’s not everyone’s cup of Earl Grey, the reality is, he’s a guy who has worked in Hollywood for a long time and knows a thing or two about sci-fi franchises. So, the question with this Star Wars Duel of the Fates leak is: Why would he make this up and risk ruining his reputation?

Inverse has reached out to Burnett for clarification on a few aspects of the Duel of the Fates script and he has yet to respond. We will update this piece when he does. But for now, here are six major differences between the alleged Duel of the Fates script and The Rise of Skywalker.

Spoilers ahead.

6. The title and crawl

First off, you can tell right away this would have been a different movie. “Duel of the Fates” obviously references the John Williams composition of the same name, which was such a big deal in Episode I: The Phantom Menace. Here’s the alternate crawl:

The iron grip of the FIRST ORDER has spread to the farthest reaches of the galaxy. Only a few scattered planets remain unoccupied. Traitorous acts are punishable by death.

Determined to suffocate a growing unrest, Supreme Leader KYLO REN has silenced all communication between neighboring systems.

Led by GENERAL LEIA ORGANA, the Resistance has planned a secret mission to prevent their annihilation and forge a path to freedom…

5. Luke Skywalker’s role was much bigger

In this version of the story, the ghost of Luke Skywalker would have had an ongoing role throughout the film, and he wouldn’t just have been helping to train Rey. In this version, Luke’s ghost haunts Kylo Ren, too. In fact, Kylo Ren’s very first scene in the movie would have involved the ghost of Luke chastising him for going down the dark path. According to Burnett, Luke’s ghost says: “This is where the dark path leads; an empty tomb.”

This is pretty interesting, and clearly is a direct follow-up to Luke’s threat to Kylo Ren in The Last Jedi: “If you strike me down now, I’ll always be with you.” So, in the Duel of the Fates version, Luke takes that pretty literally, following Kylo Ren around, bugging him about being evil.

Luke also trains Rey in this script, (who is rocking a double-bladed saber from the very beginning) and even has a debate with her about the nature of the “balance of the Force.” In what seems like a meta-criticism, Rey questions Luke’s credibility in a pretty awesome exchange:

Rey: Balance? The dark suffocates the light, light extinguishes the dark. Over and over and over again. How is that balance in the Force?

Luke: I know that anger. My father had it too.

Rey: So says my master and his master before him. A thousand masters so eager to tell us how to live.

This is clearly very different than the chummy Luke and Rey we saw in The Rise of Skywalker. 

4. Palpatine is in one scene and he isn’t Rey’s grandfather

The dead speak! Only this time, it’s through a hologram. Just like in The Rise of Skywalker, Kylo Ren does return to the planet Mustafar, but it’s to get a Sith Holocron, not a “Wayfinder.” In this scene, the Emperor reveals to Kylo Ren that he had a back-up plan for Darth Vader if Luke and Vader ended-up being the last two Sith standing. In this recorded message, Palps tells Vader to go the planet Remnicore because there’s a secret Sith master hiding there named Tor Valum.

The Emperor is not alive, and Rey is not related to Palps in this version of the story. Also, the version of Mustafar that Kylo Ren hits-up is very clearly Darth Vader’s castle and not the random woodland area of the planet we got in The Rise of Skywalker.

As for Tor Valum, secret Sith Lord, it’s not explained how the existence of this new character would have been reconciled with the Sith “rule of two,” if at all. But Burnett does say the script describes Tor Valum as “7,000 years old” and “an alien of unknown origin [with] spindly, intense sinewy muscle…very Lovecraftian.” So, basically, a Sith monster.

Notably, Kylo Ren’s face would have been badly scarred by the Sith Holocron and he would have been forced to wear some kind of new mask that was partially made of Mandalorian armor.

3. Duel of the Fates would have returned to two hugely important Star Wars planets

According to Burnett, Unlike The Rise of Skywalker, the important events of Duel of the Fates would have taken place on two very pivotal and famous Star Wars planets: Coruscant and Mortis. In this version, the First Order has constructed a galaxy-ruling citadel on Coruscant, with Hux serving as Supreme Chancellor.

Thanks to Luke Skywalker’s journals, Rey discovers a “Force Beacon,” hidden deep within Coruscant, which would allow the broadcast to be sent out to all the possible allies of the Resistance. A subplot involves Rose, Finn, C-3PO, and R2-D2 heading to Courscant to “light the Beacon.” This feels like Lord of the Rings: Return of the King, which is weird, but also pretty cool. It’s very clear Rose had a bigger role in this movie as well. (Burnett claims she’s a major character, but based on the summary it’s hard to see how much more dialogue she has. She certainly has more to do, though!)

Meanwhile, Kylo Ren and Rey would eventually get to the planet Mortis, where they would basically battle to try and balance the Force. At other points in the script, Luke would point out that Rey was “something new” and not related to anyone and that the “Force chose her” for a higher purpose. 

2. Kylo Ren wasn’t redeemed

Although Burnett says Luke, Yoda and Obi-Wan’s Force ghosts would try to “release Ben Solo” in one scene, they aren’t successful and it doesn’t seem like Ben gets redeemed at all. There’s also no overt romance or kiss between him and Rey. It’s also revealed at one point that although Rey’s parents were “nobodies,” that Kylo Ren is actually the one who straight-up murdered them because Snoke told him to do it. (Snoke is not a Palpatine puppet in this version either.)

It’s tough to really see how Kylo Ren would have been redeemed or become the heroic guy we saw in The Rise of Skywalker. Basically, in this version, his journey ends as a giant bummer and in total tragedy.

1. The basic ending would have been similar, but for totally different reasons

Finally, Burnett notes that the idea of “good” Stormtroopers coming to the aid of the Resistance originates in this version of the script, but also says that it’s handled a little more organically. Another subplot early in the script involves the Resistance stealing a Star Destroyer, complete with AT-ATs and TIE Fighters, and then needing an army to operate them. Apparently, the rogue Stormtroopers help fix part of this problem, but, in the end, Lando rounds-up a bunch of smugglers and that fleet of ships seems to help turn the tide against the First Order. Which, though is similar to The Rise of Skywalker, happens for seemingly very different reasons.

Unsurprisingly, the First Order still loses, but the overall conclusion and climax to Duel of the Fates still feels murky. It’s not clear if he only had part of the screenplay or just chose to summarize the ending (or if the whole thing is a hoax) but at this point, it seems like one could imagine a similar ending to The Rise of Skywalker in terms of a space battle, just happening over a decaying Coruscant instead of Exegol (which sounds way cooler).

Is any of this legit? Does it matter? Right now, we don’t know, but if any aspect of what Robert Meyer Burnett presents as Duel of the Fates was ever really under consideration to be the real Episode IX, you have to ask yourself: What happened?

Was Lucasfilm totally against Kylo Ren ending up as such an irredeemable character? Was their pressure from elsewhere to bring in Palpatine back as a legacy villain? For the most part, for all of its specific differences, the broad strokes of this story are relatively the same, at least in terms of the larger galactic politics and the eventual balance of the Force. So we’re in a situation where the Dark side was in the details, and for whatever reason, those details caused a civil war inside of the Disney empire itself.

[maysoper]

Unapologetic Blog

There's no denying that I am a U SPORTS fan when it comes to hockey. Yes, there are other incredible sports to watch within U SPORTS - football, basketball, field hockey, rugby, and more - but I have had the privilege for the last number of years to watch U SPORTS men's and women's hockey up-close and in-person. It shocks me how this is a segment of the hockey world that has gone unnoticed for so long when such esteemed players like Mike Ridley, Derek Ryan, Stu Grimson, and Jared Aulin have all played hockey at the U SPORTS level. Granted, there aren't the McDavids and Crosbys at the U SPORTS level yet, but U SPORTS is producing some incredible talent, and we witnessed something happen this week that has never happened before when it comes to the talent at the U SPORTS level. For the first time since the Canadian World Junior hopefuls began squaring off against the U SPORTS all-star squad in 2015, this year was the first to see the U SPORTS all-stars sweep the two-game series against Canada's best junior players. It also marked the first time any U SPORTS team has won more than one game against Hockey Canada since 1988. Some may point to this as an anomaly in the history of the U SPORTS-Hockey Canada annual December showdown, but it might be time to start giving U SPORTS its due credit for attracting some great talent to the university circuit. While the U SPORTS all-stars did name two goalies to the roster, it was a pair of Hockey Canada hopefuls who pitched a shutout on Wednesday night, backstopping the U SPORTS squad to a 3-0 victory. Because Hockey Canada brought four goaltenders to camp, the U SPORTS team agreed to have two of the Hockey Canada goalies tend the nets for them in both games in order to help Hockey Canada evaluate its players. Colton Point and Carter Hart stopped all 32 shots they faced on Wednesday in blanking Canada with Point stopping 14 shots in his 30 minutes of work while Hart made 18 saves. While the Canadian offence was silenced by the two netminders, the U SPORTS team saw Luke Philp (Alberta) score on Michael DiPietro 2:44 into the game on a power-play. Michael Clarke (St. Francis-Xavier) and Logan McVeigh (Saskatchewan) added empty-netters late to pace the U SPORTS all-stars to the 3-0 win. Make no mistake, though, as the U SPORTS team skated with the Canadian juniors for the entire game, giving no less that they took from players who are competing for a spot on the Canadian World Junior squad. Some will point to the fact that Canada sat OHL leading scorer Jordan Kyrou, 2017 WHL player of the year Sam Steel, Robert Thomas, Alex Formenton, Kale Clague, Conor Timmins, Victor Mete, Dillon Dube, and Dante Fabbro as a weaker-than-normal Canadian squad, but let's not forget that the U SPORTS all-stars are players who haven't been top picks at the NHL draft nor have been enough of offensive dynamos for NHL teams to come calling. Whatever the case, a lot of people kind of shrugged off the win on Wednesday due to the fact that the U SPORTS team had two outstanding junior goalies playing for them, only scored a special teams goal, the U SPORTS team being older and more physically mature, and didn't get the full Canadian junior squad's best players. It'll be a different story tomorrow, they said, when the junior squad ices a better team. Thursday night saw the U SPORTS team prevail a second time with a 4-3 win over the Canadian squad. There were a few chances for both sides, but the two teams made good on what they could muster as the Canadians out shot the U SPORTS team 27-23 at the end of the game. Alberta's Jason Fram scored with 6.5 seconds remaining in the game off a rebound while on the power-play to give the university squad the victory. Golden Bears teammate Cole Sanford had a pair of goals in the win while former Niagara IceDog Stephen Harper, currently playing at Acadia Univeristy, returned to the arena where he played junior and scored the second goal for U SPORTS. Alex Formenton, Robert Thomas, and Kale Clague responded for Canada. The two netminders from the previous night - Hart and Point - backstopped Canada on Thursday while Harvey Samuel and DiPietro joined the U SPORTS team. Samuel stopped 13 of 15 shots in his 30 minutes of work while DiPietro picked up the win as he stopped 11 of 12 shots. Hart stopped 7 of 9 shots in his half-game while Colton Point took the loss in stopping 16 of 18 shots, including surrendering the late goal to Fram. Both Dube and Fabbro sat again in nursing injuries while Jake Bean, Cale Makar, Michael McLeod, Tyler Steenbergen, Taylor Raddysh, Brett Howden, and Boris Katchouk all took seats for this game as Canada evaluates its talent. In the end, no one is going to look at this series as a turning point for either team or program, but it should point out that the players who are filling the rosters of the U SPORTS teams across this nation have a ton of talent. Eleven different universities were featured on the U SPORTS team. Comparatively, the talent they showcased in these two games against Canada on this roster includes:

A Spengler Cup goalie (Jordon Cooke - Saskatchewan).

A defenceman with AHL and ECHL experience (Fram - Alberta).

An Atlanta Thrasher draft pick (Kendal McFaull - Saskatchewan).

A winger with ECHL experience (Sanford - Alberta).

You can't say that the U SPORTS team simply was better when it comes to their hockey experience. McFaull was a sixth-round pick of the Thrashers whereas the Canadian junior squad has multiple first- and second-round picks on its roster. Instead, the difference is that the players at the U SPORTS level have more experience as most are between 20 and 24 years of age. They're playing against more physically mature players, making it more akin to the ECHL than to junior hockey. What makes U SPORTS unique is that players who may have filled a role on their junior teams as assigned by the coaching staff may be filling a new role in U SPORTS hockey. Josh Roach and Luke Philp, for example, both played against the Canadian juniors and are first- and second-leading scorers, respectively, in Canada West while Logan McVeigh is fourth-overall in scoring. Here's where things change: Josh Roach never even played major junior hockey. He suited up for the Humboldt Broncos and the Flin Flon Bombers in the SJHL before enrolling at the University of Saskatchewan. He leads the Canada West Conference in scoring, yet never once led his SJHL teams in scoring. He was a point-per-game player with the Bombers in his final SJHL campaign, but he twice has exceeded that rate of scoring with the Huskies including this season where he's already tied his career-high in points. As we've seen with junior players, often their roles and their physical maturity dictate their effectiveness at that level. Roach has found his game at the U SPORTS level, and the Huskies are reaping the rewards. The top-ranked Alberta Golden Bears, in terms of having a better-than-junior team, have players with 20 games of AHL experience, 136 games of ECHL experience, and one NHL sixth-round pick on their current roster. No one is saying that they'd compete as an ECHL team, but that kind of experience is why the Golden Bears find themselves at the top of the national rankings year after year. As further examples, third-ranked Saskatchewan, who is often a favorite for a national championship, currently boasts a lineup with two games of AHL experience, 17 games of ECHL experience, and three NHL draft picks in McFaull, Sam Ruopp (Columbus), and Jordan Fransoo (Ottawa). The second-ranked UNB Varsity Reds' roster boasts 35 games of AHL experience, 48 games of ECHL experience, and three NHL draft picks in Olivier Leblanc (Columbus), Colin Suellentrop (Philadelphia), and Christopher Clapperton (Florida). Again, no one is saying that these three teams could hop into an ECHL season and beat any of those teams, but there is enough talent in U SPORTS hockey that no one should be surprised that they can defeat Canada's best junior players. I guess what it comes down to for most of these teams is that they aren't marketed as an exciting and entertaining alternative to the overpriced NHL or some not-so-strong junior clubs. The 14-17-2-1 Saskatoon Blades share a market with the 13-2-1 Saskatchewan Huskies. Which team would you rather see when just viewing their records? The Huskies are virtually a lock for the Canada West playoffs while the Blades are battling for, at best, a wild card spot where they'll mostly be bounced in the opening round based on how the WHL is playing out. If you're a fan, why wouldn't you drop in and see the third-best team in the nation who is putting together another incredible season? The Alberta Golden Bears get decent crowds, but based on how the WHL's Edmonton Oil Kings are doing - brutal, by the way - you'd assume they'd sell out Clare Drake Arena for every game. That's not so, however, as the 7-22-3-1 Oil Kings are still a draw over the top-ranked 15-1-0 Golden Bears. The Golden Bears might be the best hockey in Edmonton for the money, and that includes the Oilers and their tire fire of a season. The Golden Bears, despite being Canada's best university team, average 1043 fans per game. If the Oilers were 15-1-0 on the season, there wouldn't be a seat available at Rogers Place regardless of ticket cost. Cost to see the virtually unbeatable Golden Bears? $16 per ticket. Yeah, you do the math. I guess what I'm saying is that U SPORTS deserves more credit than what the current mainstream sports media spends on it, and it's up to you, readers, to get out to your local universities and check out the action. This isn't just a call for U SPORTS teams either. NCAA teams can certainly use your support as well, and it's not going to cost you an arm or a leg. The action is incredible, the atmosphere is fun, and the hockey is excellent. But why don't you find out for yourself? Games resume in January, and the action will certainly be even more heated as the races for conference playoff spots and berths to the national championships are on the line. While the NHL and the AHL are grinding through the winter months of January and February, there will be teams whose seasons will be on the line prior to the NHL's trade deadline, and that's why you should be going to see your local university and collegiate teams. I guarantee that you'll see some incredible hockey for pennies on the dollar when compared to what is spent at NHL arenas. Support local hockey. It's just as good or better than junior hockey, and it's far less expensive compared to some of the horrid hockey being played in NHL rinks. You're going to find some outstanding hockey hiding in those rinks, so get out there and catch all the action! Until next time, keep your sticks on the ice! from Sports News http://hockey-blog-in-canada.blogspot.com/2017/12/unapologetic-blog.html

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https://elitesportsny.com/2017/11/28/new-york-jets-kirk-cousins-present-clear-concise-no/

New York Jets and Kirk Cousins: Present a clear and concise 'no'

With too many options to believe, the New York Jets haven’t revealed one thought about their future quarterback. Just say no to Kirk Cousins.

Cousins? Kirk Cousins? What?!

Much like “Playoffs?! Don’t talk about … playoffs? You kidding me? Playoffs? I just hope we can win a game,” is how too many in New York Jets land feel about the name of Kirk Cousins.

“Cousins?!” What? Kirk … Cousins? I just hope we can sneak into the top 10 of the 2018 NFL Draft and snag a golden-armed prospect.”

Yet there’s so many still banging the drum for the Washington Redskins signal-caller who’s continuing to play on that dreaded (but paid like a king) franchise tag. The newest to call for Kirk in Green is the Metro’s Kristian Dyer.

His philosophy for the call is simple. The New York Jets are much further in the rebuilding process than anybody could have anticipated. Cousins is “borderline elite” making him the perfect match to bring the Jets to the playoffs in 2018 and beyond.

Well, there really isn’t “rebuilding” in the NFL. As much as experts try to present the word in the state of today’s league, it never truly works. Prognostications in terms of records and locker room talent are always far off. Just look at the all-time low prognostications for these very same 2017 Jets.

On top of that, there are way too many unforeseen obstacles and variants along the way. Forget the silly word of “rebuild.” It doesn’t matter the Jets were 5-11 last year and 4-7 this season. With cap space and a few solid draft picks, a Super Bowl appearance can be had in 2018. Records flip as often as Tony Romo has Jim Nantz gushing on-air via his pre-snap broadcast brilliance.

In sheer terms of a player signing (despite what’s already present in the Florham Park locker room), what a terrible move it would be.

Cousins is a ‘Strange’ QB

First and foremost, he’s a strange quarterback.

How does one define “strange?” How about his boneheaded actions on the field at times.

Two years ago in a crucial contest against the Philadelphia Eagles, Cousins decided to take a knee instead of the obvious spike. (Not so obvious to Dan Marino circa Giants Stadium in ’94.)

Watch it closely. With six seconds to go in the first half and no timeouts, Kirk takes a knee. After a couple seconds, he then realizes his mistake and gives us the “for show” spike (while almost telling us right away he had made the mistake).

“There was a lot of confusion with what the play call was,” Cousins said, via USA Today. “For lack of a better word, I just had a lapse in my decision-making and took a knee when I should’ve thrown the ball away to stop the clock. We were fortunate it didn’t end up hurting us.”

A lot of confusion with the play call? You’re the quarterback. You’re either going to run a play with a quick designed pass to the end zone or you’re going to spike it. That’s it. There’s no other alternative.

With the running of the play clearly off the table (based on teammates’ reactions), spiking it was the only choice. Yet Cousins decided to take the knee.

Sure, mistakes are made. When it thinking about it, however, the truly elite guys go a decade without ever making a bonehead mistake like this. His interceptions at inopportune times are also a cause for concern.

To his credit, he led his team to the victory on that day and eventually the NFC East crown with a 9-7 record. If all things are even, sure, Cousins is a solid NFL quarterback. There’s nobody arguing that. His two-plus years as a starter have yielded solid results (4,166 yards, 26 touchdowns and 11 interceptions in 2015 and 4,917 yards, 25 touchdowns and 12 interceptions in 2016).

The argument that destroys the Cousins backer is that all things are not even. When a GM misses on a guy that earns over $20 million a year, forget seasons, decades are ruined. Franchises don’t recover from these types of mega-deals go awry.

The Money is too Outrageous for this Player

When it comes to Cousins, we’re not discussing an average signing here. Drafted in the fourth round of the 2012 version of the draft, Cousins is now 29-years-old on the cusp of a ridiculous pay-day.

This is his second time around on the dreaded (but extremely rich) franchise tag.

Somebody will sign the guy. There’s no question about it. But the money needed to sign Kirk will be astronomical.

Forget total worth of contract. That’s not important. What’s critical is the per year salary and guaranteed money that’ll be shoveled off for the man.

CHECK OUT the New York Jets Team Center: News, Stats, Standings

As of right now, Joe Flacco is the NFL’s highest paid QB with a cool $24.55 million per year. Palmer and then Cousins himself (purely due to the franchise tag) is third.

Joe Flacco, Baltimore, $24.55 million Carson Palmer, Arizona, $24.125 million Kirk Cousins, Washington, $23.943 million Matt Ryan, Atlanta, $23.75 million Matthew Stafford, Detroit, $22 million Aaron Rodgers, Green Bay, $20.3 million Cam Newton, Carolina, $20.166 million Philip Rivers, Los Angeles Chargers, $20 million Eli Manning, N.Y. Giants, $19.7 million Andrew Luck, Indianapolis, $19.4 million Drew Brees, New Orleans, $19 million Russell Wilson, Seattle, $18.8 million Ben Roethlisberger, Pittsburgh, $18.2 million Sam Bradford, Minnesota, $18 million Alex Smith, Kansas City, $16.9 million Derek Carr, Oakland, $15.7 million Andy Dalton, Cincinnati, $15.7 million Tom Brady, New England, $14 million Mike Glennon, Chicago, $14 million Jay Cutler, Miami, $10 million Tyrod Taylor, Buffalo, $9.7 million Jameis Winston, Tampa Bay, $6.9 million Marcus Mariota, Tennessee, $6.6 million Blake Bortles, Jacksonville, $6.57 million Josh McCown, N.Y. Jets, $6.5 million Jared Goff, L.A. Rams, $6.4 million Carson Wentz, Philadelphia, $6 million Brian Hoyer, San Francisco, $5.3 million DeShone Kizer, Cleveland, $899,711 Tom Savage, Houston, $765,146 Dak Prescott, Dallas, $635,848 Trevor Siemian, Denver, $628,196

Kirk’s long-term deal with absolutely put him in the top five in the league. This means several things.

For one, whoever makes snags Cousins makes him their official and bonafide face of the franchise. There’s no way around it. He becomes the guy with no doubt surrounding it.

Secondly, the money spent for the guy will badly destroy the salary cap pie. Sure, the Jets situation looks nice and rosy with an estimated $60 or $70 million in space this coming offseason, but that doesn’t mean wasted money can ever be afforded.

Cheaper, higher upside alternatives are ripe for the taking.

SAN DIEGO, CA – DECEMBER 21: Wyoming (17) Josh Allen (QB) drops back to pass during the San Diego Credit Union Poinsettia Bowl game between the BYU Cougars and the Wyoming Cowboys on December 21, 2016, at Qualcomm Stadium in San Diego, CA. (Photo by Chris Williams/Icon Sportswire via Getty Images)

The 2018 QB Class is too Good to Pass up

Honestly, from everything you’ve witnessed thus far, you’re ready to give Cousins the keys and total control of the franchise when higher upside and younger quarterbacks are right there for the taking?

These aren’t the old days that saw teams forced to hand big-time cash out to unproven top 10 quarterbacks. It’s a new day with a new system meaning general managers drool over these young signal-callers.

They slide up in the first round due to the “value” these slots present. Instead of a $15 million per year deal, top 10 QBs are often playing on $4 or $5 million per year contracts.

At No. 10 in the NFL Draft, Mike Maccagnan can snag 21-year-old Josh Allen. The Wyoming stud with the golden arm would only make a total of around $16 million over four years with $10 million in guarantees. Compare that against a five-to-seven year deal worth over $20 million a year with over $50 million in guarantees for a “strange” almost elite quarterback and the answer becomes pretty clear to me.

There are entirely too many options. Sam Darnold, Josh Rosen — both of whom will probably be out of the reach of the 4-7 Jets. But there’s Allen, Mason Rudolph, Baker Mayfield, Lamar Jackson, Clayton Thorson and Luke Falk — all of whom will be cheap high-upside options.

Then, to complement that young stud, a veteran like an Alex Smith (for example) could be the second guy not only used to tutor the kid, but in a pinch when needed. With Cousins, that’s it. It’d be tough to hand out any serious money to the second or third QB.

Can’t do it. We’re not discussing Andrew Luck in his prime here. We’re not discussing a winning quarterback, even.

We’re discussing an above-average guy who’s ready to cash in on the contract of a lifetime.

If you’re willing to give this man a top-five quarterback contract and literally hand the keys to him for the next half-decade with no wiggle room and less of a salary cap, you’re a crazier individual than me.

Nothing on tape suggests “special” when it comes to Cousins. He’s “solid,” and solid simply isn’t good enough in this situation.

The goal isn’t “playoffs” (Jim Mora). The goal is “Super Bowl.” For that, the New York Jets must present a clear and concise “no” to the mere possibility of Kirk Cousins in New Jersey.

 NEXT: Ranking Jets best QB options for 2018 and beyond 

[noahdnicholus]

10 Open Source CSS Snippets for Creating Blockquotes

Why reinvent the wheel designing elements that already have free designs online? Blockquotes remain a staple of text-heavy websites and they come in so many distinct styles.

I’ve curated my top picks for the best free blockquotes you can find. Every one of these designs uses pure CSS code so they’re easy to replicate.

Circular Quote

Perhaps the most unique and stylish quote of this entire post is this literature circular quote.

It rests on a bright orange background so this may not be practical for your typical layout. But with some minor color adjustments it would look nice on a white background regardless of the layout.

The most spectacular part is that every element is created with pure CSS including the rounded circle pattern. It’s a truly pragmatic blockquote that also pushes the boundaries of CSS.

BQ Patterns

For tamer examples check out these blockquote patterns created by developer Derek Wheelden.

This again relies purely on CSS3 with different classes for each blockquote. The last of the 3 has the footer element to cite the quote source. It’s an optional feature that some people like, certainly not necessary for a simple website though.

It goes to show how much you can achieve with unique fonts and some minor CSS tweaks.

Notepaper

It might be hard to believe but this notepaper blockquote is created entirely with CSS3 code. No background images, no vectors, just CSS gradients and transforms.

I can’t say how many people would find this design useful. It’s a fantastic notecard that really does replicate the style of paper. But regardless of how it can be used, this design is beyond incredible and it proves how far CSS has come.

The HTML is fully semantic with modern blockquotes and this should work in all modern browsers. A magical use of web technology if I’ve ever seen it.

Classy Blockquotes

Sometimes it makes sense to include a photo of the person being quoted. This may sound tough but you can clone these blockquotes by Andrew Wright to get this effect on your site.

Andrew’s pen uses placeholders for images so they do look a little… basic. But there’s nothing to stop you from changing some colors, updating the fonts, and adding a photo to spice up your quotes.

A very simple design and pretty easy to restyle on your own.

Simple Block

This is by far my favorite blockquote because it really can work on any website. Developer Harm Putman uses the cite attribute from the blockquote to populate a citation at the bottom.

I really like the dividing bars that clearly separate the blockquote from the rest of the content. This includes a small quotation mark icon fixed in the middle to let the user know this is a clearly a quote.

Sleek, elegant, and simple. Three traits that work well in any website.

Greyed Block

For a darker approach check out this greyed blockquote that can double as a pullquote if resized.

It has a pretty clean design using Font Awesome blockquotes and lively text. I think it’d look a lot better with a stronger font but it’s certainly legible with anything you use.

I consider this as a solid “base” for building on top of and styling your own blockquote from there.

Automatic Quotes

This design by Luke Watts is more of a pullquote than a blockquote. The quoted text pulls to the side of the body text, but it still draws attention with bright colors and quotation marks.

It’s called an automatic quote because it adds the quote marks into the design via CSS. So you can just wrap your text in the proper tag and it’ll automatically style it with quotations. Pretty sweet!

However as a blockquote this would be fairly basic. I think this works best as a pull quote and does its job well.

Raised Blockquote

You can do a lot with CSS box shadows to create depth and clarity. This raised blockquote by Lukas Dietrich is pretty simple and real easy to clone.

It has one background color and a pretty clear box shadow near the bottom. This also uses a custom Google font called Bitter for the upright quotation marks.

If you have a darker layout or if you’re willing to adjust the drop shadow a bit then this quote style can fit almost any web project.

Alternating Quotes

These alternating quotes by Tommy Hodgins prove that you don’t need much to create fantastic blockquotes.

By adding a small grey border to one side you separate the text from the rest of the page. It will clearly stand out against the page body which and makes browsing any page a whole lot easier.

Plus the alternating styles let you add these with any orientation you like.

Material Design Blockquote

Last but not least I found this cool material blockquote using similar colors and styles from Google’s material design rules.

The background icon is what really makes this stand out and feel like a true blockquote. I do think the font color is a tad light, but this can always be adjusted for use in your own website.

This is the coolest material-style blockquote you’ll find and it’s totally free.

All of these blockquote styles are fantastic but certainly not the only ones. You can find many more online with lots of variety to pick from. So if you’re looking to browse more check out the blockquote tag on CodePen to see what else is out there.

from Web Designing Tips https://1stwebdesigner.com/css-snippets-blockquotes/

[okimargarvez]

SUBMISSION - 1

Original title: Submission.

Prompt: alternative for S12, Luke wants the tech girl and he gets her.

Warning: really smut; Luke OOC.

Genre: angst, romantic, erotic.

Characters: Penelope Garcia, Luke Alvez, Roxy, BAU team.

Pairings: Garvez.

Note: long (6 chapters).

Song mentioned: none.

Legend: 👨‍❤️‍👨 💏 😈👻.

Submission masterlist

Note: I don't know who would like to read this kind of story. It will not be only about sex; I can't imagine a world where Pen and Luke aren't in love. It will not be just a story about female submission and male domination despite the title. It's deeper and more complicated. If you need to blame someone, or better, something, it was the fault of the movies inspired by Psycho. One of my last exams was about this topic (with a lot of sexual content 🙄) and I had to put a bit of that somewhere. Please, be kind and tell me if you want to be tagged.

GARVEZ STORIES

Chapter 1 - Inappropriate

Certainly she doesn't imagine seeing him appear there, in that bar that she attends from many years. It is one of her safe areas, a place where she feels she can be herself, she can forget for a moment that she is a federal. He is alone, no attractive brunette with a model physique beside him. He has changed his clothes, he wears no more the black suit, but lighter jeans and a blue jacket. She hopes still not noticed.

Hope destined to die soon. -Hola, chica.- she feels the shadow of the man at her shoulders, the light covers her. The male tone, strongly sarcastic, makes her stretch all the muscles. He is too pleased. She turns slowly.

-You didn't have to relax with your girlfriend...- she pretends to not remember that name. -Roxy?- she looks at him without the shadow of a smile, puts her arms folded and waits his reply.

-And you weren't supposed to hang out with your Canadian boyfriend? Where is he, in the bathroom?- the woman rolls her eyes, raising them to the sky. Here we go again, same as a few hours ago, same speech and same irony. His goal is clearly to annoy her.

-No! He's not in the bathroom, and he's not Canadian. Why do you insist about this?- she snorts, turning around and turning her back on him again. She too has changed her clothes: he cannot avoid observing the dark suit, a part of her back left uncovered on which a cascade of blonde hair falls, no longer wavy, but straight.

-I don't know.- he shrugs, standing next to her chair. -You are so blonde and there, your skin is so pale...- his tone is no longer amused, instead it is hoarse, low, guttural. Even if she wants to remain impassive, she swallows. -Swedish, right?- here, he returns to the attack.

-No. My family has Norwegian origins, if you really care- she decides to focus on her cocktail, but suddenly the thought that he can watch her while she drinks, makes her blush. Damn! The man doesn't seem to have realized, because now his eyes are too busy getting lost in the neckline, very generous; too generous.

-Mhm.- he nods, not very attentive to her words. -They are the ones who have invented the sauna?- he finally shoots out, just to continue that conversation. She tries to notbget irritated; the newcomer just wants to be nice, he wants to know better all his colleagues...

-No, those are the Swedish.- she corrects him, feeling a little like Reid. -Norway is famous for the fjords, the north pole and...- she realizes she has almost smiled at him. -But why am I telling you this stuff?- she severely interrupts eye contact and makes another attempt with the glass resting in front of her.

The man laughs. -Is this place free?- he asks placing a hand on the back of her chair and the other on the one next to her. The blonde doesn't answer, taking a sip of her drink. The evening promises to be very long. He admires in an almost obsessive way a droplet that lingers on the red lips and then comes down from the chin until it ends up in that inlet. Sooo long, he corrects himself.

-What if it isn't?- she challenges him openly, deciding she can't allow this almost stranger to upset her at this point. Just because he took Derek's place… she doesn't have to think about her chocolate thunder. He is now with his wife and his son. He's happy, that's the only thing that matters. Or not? He seems to appreciate her choice, he still smiles and shit, he is exaggeratedly beautiful when he does, but even when he's serious. She can't flirt with another special agent, it would be like betraying Morgan. And then it's not the same thing, it's not enough to look... like this, for turn on the magic.

-Be honest, Garcia.- being called by him annoys her, like any other thing he does. -Your boyfriend, Canadian or not, doesn't exist. Am I right?- he doesn't seem to want to make fun of her, but now she has activated the protection program and has no intention of unlocking it.

She doesn't look at him. -Do you think it's any of your business?- he moves away her glass, almost empty and intercepts her hand.

-They could be.- he smiles, this time in a satisfied, provocative way, but then he changes expression. He looks almost sweet, the curves of his face softer and eyes with a strange light, but it can't be.

-No, there is no boyfriend anymore.- she admits, feeling defeated. She could have keep to play the cold or say nothing, but she is not like that; one thing is pretending and acting rude for those three minutes of calling, one minute to discuss cases or five (even!) on the elevator. But now they are alone, in a club and he seems to be flirting... even if it's not possible. She lows her head, bending her neck down. She doesn't miss Sam at all, she didn't love him anymore when they decided to break up. She misses having a man next to her, to find someone when she slips under the covers. To receive calls that don't start with "Garcia, could you look for the address of...".

He notices the change. He recognizes all the signs, sadness and bitterness. -Why did you lie?- he asks in a low voice, as if he doesn't want to be heard by others, placing his amber hand on the white of the woman, who strangely doesn't reject him. Maybe it's because she completely surrendered to this situation that she is unable to handle, although she has pretended otherwise.

Before answering him, she observes their close fingers for a few seconds, she wonders on the sensations that such contact causes to her. -Because you ask too many questions, Alvez.- the first bullshit that came to her mind.

She stands up, leaving $5 bill on the counter and starts to walk towards the exit. He, who hasn't ordered anything since he set foot on this place, replaces the piece of green paper with another one, extracted from his wallet. With two steps he reaches her just as she is about to leave, in time to open her the door, as a gentleman. But she ignores him and certainly not thank him.

-These are yours.- the money waives in front of her nose, but the woman doesn't seem to want to take it back. She shakes her head, walking in the direction of subway. He doesn't give up, keeping follow her. If he weren't a federal agent, she would probably get anxious. But then she remembers that the only guy who shot her was a highly decorated deputy sheriff and she starts to breathe in a different way. -Hey, wait. I have a car parked nearby. I can give you a ride.- she would never accept. If she did, she would have found herself again in a situation like this night, a moment ago; they would challenge each other and she would lost, because she was not meant for this kind of thing. No, no way.

Penelope hates feeling so vulnerable, despite having told Morgan something different, some time ago, just about her ex, Sam... -Nope, thanks. I will take the subway.- she walks quickly on her high heels and the man remains a step back, only to admire her body almost dancing and the movement of her hips.

-I insist.- his tone is peremptory, he will not accept a refusal. -It is dangerous to go around the city all alone at certain hours. Aren't you afraid?- she bursts out laughing before his face, something which he certainly doesn't expect. They get stuck almost in the middle of the road, it seems that there is no living soul here, apart from them.

-Afraid?- she echoes him. -The only man who shot me was someone who asked me a date. Why should I be afraid? If something has to happen, it will happen.- she turns her back on him, but she doesn't move. He absorbs the newly acquired information, without wondering if it's another lie. Nothing would be done to make him believe a thing like that. -Don't ask me anything.- she anticipates him before he can open his mouth. -Is your car so far?- she lowers his shoulders. In spite of what she has said, she is very scared of this. Even of him. But it may not be the bad thing. She can't imagine him as an unsub, but neither Colby seemed that and instead...

-No, it's less than a block from here.- they walk in silence for a long stretch, before he starts again to talk. -You really were a rocket with that list of sex shop stores...- it wanted to sound like a compliment, but to since he has mentioned just that kind of business triggers her as the first time she had heard his request.

-Well, I'm a rocket in everything I do!- then she really understands that this sentence sounds ambiguous and reminds when Morgan had told her that time something like that and she believed they slept together after arguing with Kevin and drinking far more than a few too many glasses of wine. She blushes. -I mean... it's mine work. I know what I do.- she prays to all the saints that he has not noticed her embarrassment.

-I don't doubt it.- but judging by the m1ischievous smile, not even this time she was luck. -You are a demure person and you don't like to deal with certain topics or you get upset just with me about it?- while he asks the question, they reach the car. Once again he manages to anticipate her to open the door for her. This mix of old-style romance and red light insinuations is driving her crazy. She sits and bucklesvup. He does the same, but doesn't leave. -I noticed the long pause you did after my request...- the woman curses herself again. She lowers her head for the umpteenth time during this evening. -What's the problem?- he doesn't going to quit until he gets an answer.

-Have you ever heard of Agent Morgan? Derek Morgan.- she points out, feeling a pang in the heart. -He was the one which you took the place.- a flash seems illuminate his face.

-Was he your ex-boyfriend, were you two together?- for the first time she smiles, but it's a bitter smile.

-No, he's my best friend. They shot his wife while she was pregnant...bAfter the baby born, he decided he could no longer endanger his family.- but why is she telling him? She has just known him for few days. She shouldn't even be in the car with him.

-Understandable.- he lifts her chin and she discovers she doesn't have the strength to fight. -But there is more. I read it in your eyes. I don't need to be a profiler forvguess that for you he wasn't just a friend.- he lets her go. -I'm sorry, I know what it means losing someone you loved... but I haven't joined the team for replace your Morgan.- he smiles, sadly. -I'm here to catch the fugitives criminals, like Cullen.- pronouncing that name hurts. The sense of guilt intensifies. She doesn't realize it.

-I know. Now could you accompany me home? Tomorrow we must be ready for everything. The unsubs never rest.- he nods and starts the engine.

When they arrive in front of the apartment building where she lives, Penelope certainly doesn't expect that he comes down in turn to accompany her. Her are worthless protests, is useless that she repeats that she can now get by on her own. But it's all too weird. When he joins her, she waits for him to pull out his weapon and shooting, but it doesn't happen.

She turns to him, who is a few inches behind. -Thanks, Alvez. See you tomorrow. Good night.- her heart stops when she sees the flicker in the so dark eyes of the man and he comes closer, gets closer and closer, up to place his hand on the wall with all the interphones, on which the woman has leaned unknowingly. He is really too close.

-You're welcome.- he whispers and his words are lost in the night. He leans toward her. He wants to kiss her and he will do it, he doesn't care that he knows very little. He is attracted by her like the light of a chandelier attracts a moth (with the same fatal result, probably), he has to have her. He will. He sees her pupils getting more and more large, dilated. Clear sign of excitement. Because she wants him too. He doesn't prolong the agony, bends a little more and makes crash his own lips on her fleshy ones; he doesn't ask for permission but sneaks his tongue into her mouth and immediately they begin to weave wild dances. She moans inside his throat, fortunately, since they are almost outdoors and they risk waking up the whole neighborhood.

-This attitude is truly...- the woman manages to say breathlessly -...inappropriate.- before he catches her again, smearing his body on the soft shapes of his colleague. Something quite soft attracts instead her attention. She realizes that she is terribly attracted to this man almost unknown, of not being able to stop herse or him and that she likes the whole situation. I would like a man who could make decisions, make choices... in short, that did not always make me feel the one who makes choices. It is stressful. With years of delay, her wish had been fulfilled.

They don't known how they manage to open the door and get into the elevator. Here he drops the straps of her dress, getting a better view of her breast. -We shouldn't do it... it's against...- she barely holds back a scream when the man takes one of the nipples between his fingers. -...the protocol.- she concludes with a sigh. A sound warns them that they have arrived at the requested floor. He settles her just for safety and quickly pushes her towards her apartment, even if he hasn't already been there.

While she turns the key in the lock she can't pretend not to feel something solidly brush her legs. She can still prevent that from happening, she just has to avoid kissing him again. How much he must have drunk to want someone like her? Yet he doesn't seem drunk. On the contrary, he looks as clear as a bell. Almost… ruthless.

-Strip for me, Penelope.- is the first time he calls her by name, one thing to which she is not accustomed in general, and that is Luke doing this upsets her even more. His tone is low but firm, peremptory. So... authoritarian. Exciting. But still a part of her wants to rebel. After all, this is her home, she should command him. This guy may be nice to see, but he's the newest, he has taken Derek's place, he has... her thoughts are abruptly interrupted by a rip, precisely that of the fabric of her dress. She lowers her eyes to check the extent of the damage, then she raises them back to him, looking for some guilt. She doesn't find the slightest trace of it. -These are the consequences when you don't obey.- he clarifies, while with his hands he is widening the gash so much that now the dress covers only the lower half of her body. It was a beautiful dress, bought with JJ and Emily the time they went to London to visit the latter when she was working for INTERPOL. £ 150. But above, all it was a memory of happy moment. And he destroyed it in less than a second. She should hate him for it. Why can't she do it? Why instead her legs are trembling and she is feeling something vibrating in depth that she thought were lost forever? -I am waiting.- he reiterates, arms folded, in the position of the observer, the voyeur.

Looking into those really too dark (almost obscure) eyes she also loses this battle. She lets the dress fall to the ground, remaining in underwear and with heels. She would like to have something to cover herself with, she doesn't feel like a prostitute or a porn star, just a simple idiot. Embarrassment makes her blush. If she had a different kind of physique, maybe she wouldn't be so upset. She waits to hear a wicked laughter at any moment, any testimony of the disgusting that he feels when he sees her almost naked. But is not so. He gestures for her to continue and she reluctantly performs, but he stops her before she can also remove her shoes. -No, you can keep them on. I like how they slim your figure.- and yet he doesn't seem to be lying. He really seems to appreciate what he sees. He takes her by the hand and makes her turn around. Naturally, he is still fully clothed. -You feel beautiful, Penelope?- just like she didn't expect to see him appear at the O'Keefe, or that he accompanied her up to here, she certainly didn't imagine he can ask such a question. She keeps silent, she can't answer him. It would be worse than this sort of striptease. It would be truly naked before his eyes. Like she would prostitute her own soul.

He takes her by her chin, almost hurting her. She understands that he will not stop it until she will respond. -No.- she admits, tightening the eyelids. -I don't feel beautiful at all. Can you leave me, now?- he increases his hold and forces the woman's mouth to collimate with his own. At the same time he spreads her body between his own and a wall, to make her feel his concrete excitement. -This is not fake, babe.- the woman moans. -And now, take off my clothes, but started from the bottom.- he pushes her head to make her get down on her knees. By now she is no longer able to rebel, now she has to find out what it's like to have him inside her (what is the need to do false moralism when it is so obvious?). She starts from shoes, skillfully work with her hands on the strings, then pull down his trousers, but when she raises her head without thinking, she is abruptly brought back to the ground. -You will watch when I tell you.- a bandage or a handkerchief appears in his hands and with it he deprives her of the sense of sight. He makes her rise; she almost laugh to the thought of being covered only in that area. She finds the jacket groping, then the zipper and she slides it slowly down. She can't help but place her hands on his chest, sensing the shapes of his muscles. Then she starts again, opening every button and finally freeing the underlying skin. She would like to lean her head and feeling tight squeezed from those strong and powerful arms, like in the movies. She will always be a perenneer dreamer, despite all the disillusions that life slams in her face.

Yet he seems to read her mind. He hugs her for a few minutes. She should feel cold, she has not turned on the heat, but that thought doesn't brush her minimally. Her heart begins to pump more blood, her head is spinning. Then he whispers to her something that seems to have nothing to do with the context. -You're safe, baby.- and she believes him. Then he loosens the grip, making her again bend down. Except for the socks, even he is almost naked now. Just his boxers separate their bodies. She swallows. He pushes her head against his lower abdomen. -Do you consider yourself a good girl, Penelope?- his questions embarrass her more than what he forces her to do. She knows exactly what he wants now from her. He takes her hands and guides her in the right direction. He helps her lift the fabric. Then he caresses her cheeks, lips and opens her mouth. -Choose to answer me or to show me.- he adds only. The decision is just too easy.

It is more than inappropriate, this is a totally wrong, incorrect and rash action; she is not at all a good girl. She never thought she can become one of those women who lend themselves to such things. Yet it is not was she asked? She wanted a self-confident man; here he is and he is algo good to see. She tries to shut down her brain, to just act, to don't think, returning to her "animal", natural or "primitive" state. His flavor is strange, but pleasant. Her knees hurt; he urges her to continue, giving her light pushes on the nape. Those fingers in her hair for absurd excite her more than what she is doing. She feels the rhythm increase, she understands that he is close and if there is a taboo that she has never broken, it is just that. But in the moment she welcomed him inside her, she knew she couldn't anymore rebel. The man holds her head steady as he empties himself in her oral cavity. And he keeps her until she swallows.

The shame and the sense of vomiting are now as one, but she expects that at least now it's time for the funny part, the more "normal" moment. She hasn't endured all of this for nothing. Instead the man rearranges himself, she senses it by the noises she hears (the belt, the zipper teeth, the jeans cloth) and then he takes off the bandage. -I'm sorry for your dress.- but he's not really sorry, it's a catchphrase. -Maybe next time you'll do better.- he pats her on the cheek, as she would be a child, then grabs her to give her one last kiss, savoring his own taste. Then he leaves her there, in the middle of the room, naked, except for shoes.

Naked both inside and outside.

[okimargarvez]

JUST RUB MY LAMP

Original title: Just rub my lamp.

Prompt: JJ wants to know the truth about Penelope’ joke.

Warning: none.

Genre: funny, friendship.

Characters: Luke Alvez, Jennifer Jareau, Penelope Garcia.

Pairing: Garvez.

Note: part 84 in Garvez canon Life.

Legend: 💏.

Song mentioned: none.

GARVEZ STORIES

JUST RUB MY LAMP

 -Owners of a green pickup... I have three names.- Penelope's rich nuanced voice fills the car's interior. -You are the closest to the second home.- an imperceptible pause. -I have already sent you the address on the GPS of the car.- and in fact, here, it appears. Luke is quick to follow the new path. A slight, slight smile on the lips. Of satisfaction. If she is so great, it's also thanks to him, at least in the last two years, isn't it? After all, it is he who makes her smile, it is he who is responsible for keeping her happy. Of course, he never told her about. And he never will.

The blonde woman sitting in the passenger seat smiles back, certainly in a less stupid way. -Thanks, Garcia.- she comments. It is always strange for him to hear his girl called by last name. He also does it, to be more professional, not to upset his superiors (not Emily, but not even Cruz, they speak of pure bureaucrats like Barnes...). But for him, she is mainly Penelope. -You are the best.- she adds. The compliments come spontaneously with someone like her. But she gives everyone a weight.

-I'm here to serve you, just rub my lamp.- she concludes, not missing the opportunity for a joke. Luke continues to drive, focused on work and the goal, his face practically expressionless. But he feels the weight of the colleague's gaze on himself.

When JJ snorts, he understands how she can't take it anymore, and he laughs; but only within himself. -Seriously, tell me.- in fact, she says, looking directly at him. -Is there any other meaning behind such phrases?- it is clear that she refers to the rubbing the lamp, which in fact, can easily be interpreted in another sense. But Garcia did the exact same joke with Morgan, the green monster (ever smaller, but still present) makes him remember, clasping his heart. And this was the main reason if, the first time she had run away that sentence in his presence, she had hastened to withdraw it, to deny it. They had talked about it; she had told him. It was so strange, to say something that was a joke, much more innocent than anyone had ever thought, to tell it to a man who wasn’t Derek, a man to whom I would have gladly allowed to rub my lamp... and also the candlestick, the chandelier, the bedside lamp... They had laughed about it, although Luke had understood the implications at the time: she didn't just want to have sex with him.

Despite all the thoughts and memories that swirl through his mind, the man replies with a short and concise sentence. -My mouth is shut.- taking advantage of a stop, he also makes the gesture of closing one's lips with a zipper. But this time he also smiles externally.

JJ evaluates what the best strategy is. They don’t have much to do, until they reach the suspect's house, and they aren’t particularly close, because of the traffic, which, despite the siren, they aren't able to pass. -Luke, please.- she opts for a slightly appealing tone. -We're friends.- she reminds him, with those maternal nuances that work so well with an accused. -I won't tell the others.- she adds.

Luke holds himself back so as not to laugh at her. She would be so offended, like Penelope, probably. Emily would give him a dozen more paperwork to compile, Tara a slap behind the head (encouraged by Matt and Rossi), but JJ... she's like Penelope. -I believe you, but I have nothing to say.- he then comments, focusing on the turning point. Garcia has thought of everything, so here they are facing a series of hairpin bends on an alternative route of the city.

-It's tough, eh?- she replies the blonde, a little annoyed, holding on to the handle. -I bet you're afraid Penelope will punish you.- but her provocations don't seem to have any ef-fect on man. -So? You are not the only ones who know how to use double meanings.- the Latin agrees, tilting his head slightly.

That smile again. His girlfriend is not the only one who knows how to read it. -I don't doubt a woman married...- he stops, braking not too sharply, to let cross the street an old man who pushes a cart loaded with firewood.

-Nearly nine years.- JJ helps him, giving him the missing information.

-Thanks.- he replies, polite and gentleman, like mama and abuela raised him . -And with two children.- he likes to specify, with a slight hint of malice. -But you don't always have to think badly.- he decides to be magnanimous and grant her a kind of answer. -Garcia has always made this kind of jokes, with everyone.- he reminds her. -Why should it be special now?- special implies different.

JJ doesn’t waste any time. -Are you kidding me or do you take me for stupid?- that tone foreshadowing a laugh. -You're together, you're her boyfriend. You two make... things.- she rolls her eyes and Luke can easily imagine that it's because, as much as she loves both of them, she doesn't want to visualize them in certain roles and situations. Not concretely, not outside of scenes from romance novels or theatrical comedies.

-Even you and Will, make "things".- he replies promptly.

JJ slaps her leg. -Oh, okay, I give up.- it took less than with his girlfriend, but you know... they like to play and challenge too much. -You have won.- it hardly ever counts which of the two gets the best, as they say, counts the journey and not where you arrive. -Keep your secrets, Fort Knox.- she crosses her arms and looks out the window. The GPS says that they are about five minutes to the target.

He gives her a quick glance. -JJ, the technique of making people feel bad, really?- he asks.

-With Garcia it works.- she replies, chuckling and he imitates her. Then, that ring.

-Speak about the devil. Hey, Garcia, we're almost to the suspect's house but we're not there yet.- he replies, exaggerating the professional way for annoy his friend, who rolls her eyes.

-You can also go back.- the IT technician replies in the same tone. -Tara and Rossi took him.- she communicates. -It's our man.- she adds. -It’s alive.- the voice of when everything went well and knows that this means that she will soon see her family again.

-Great. Thanks for letting us know.- JJ answers.

-You’re welcome.- she replies, but doesn’t hang up. -Oh, Jennifer.- the mere fact that she called her that, should make her worry.

-What?- she merely asks, while Luke looks at her, with slyly way.

-Stop tormenting him, poor baby.- but it doesn't seem a real reproach. -Of course, there is a double meaning. You know I like them a lot. I also used them with Morgan and rarely with others.- she explains. -But the real difference is that with Luke I don't just tease.- theatrical break. -I hit the target.- JJ blushes.

-Fuck, love, if you continue with this tone, I'll be forced to drive the jet.- says Luke.

-But as you did to...- JJ fits between the two lovebirds, curious and still shocked.

-A magician never reveals his tricks.- she answers, seriously. -I’m kidding. Next time check that you have hung up!-

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[okimargarvez]

TRANSITION- Part 2

Original title: Transizione.

Prompt: loss of memory, mentions of consensual sex, guilt feelings.

Warning: none.

Genre: comedy, angst, romantic, family, friendship.

Characters: Penelope Garcia, Luke Alvez, Derek Morgan, BAU team, Fiona Duncan, Roxy, William LaMontagne, Henry LaMontagne, Michael LaMontagne.

Pairing: Garvez (Morcia), Hotchniss, Willifer, SpencerxFiona, RossyxHayden, TaraxO.C..

Note: oneshot.

Legend: 💏😘😈👓🔦🐶.

Song mentioned: none.

Transition- Masterlist

GARVEZ STORIES

Part 2

When the young doctor reaches the corridor where Garcia's room is, he is not prepared for what his eyes are about to see. Agent Alvez is standing against the wall, giving his back to the door; the gaze is fixed and absent, totally immobile. -Luke...?- he tries to call his attention, succeeding only after several attempts. -What... what happened?- he asks, fearing a relapse, complications, unforeseen that he would not be able to tolerate.

-Garcia believes... believes that I’m Derek.- Spencer couldn’t even imagine such a possibility. He stares at the other man, hoping to see him laugh and admit it was just a joke. But this doesn’t happen.

-What you mean that she thinks you're Derek ?! It's... it's...- fearing that he can start rambling as usually, he starts talking again.

-Please, Reid, I need help. What do I do? Should I tell her the truth?-

 -Absolutely not. I spoke to the doctor. He told me that the memory must come back on its own, we can’t say anything, otherwise we could cause her a shock.- Emily shows herself adamant. -If you want to stay close to her, you have to let her think you are Derek.- the others show themselves agree.

Luke realizes he needs time to reflect. How long will it take Penelope to recover her memories? But above all, they are sure that the memory will come back to her? What if she always remained in this state? He certainly can’t be called with another name forever. Yet the alternative is being not able to see her at all and it seems intolerable.

In his mind's eye, he can see her: sitting on that hospital bed, partially covered by a sheet, especially her legs, which she was unable to move. The face of a sweet and fragile girl. He still feels the touch of her hand, every detail of her skin. And then he goes back to few days ago, to an evening at his house, after a very tough polygon session: Penelope had fallen asleep on the sofa while he had gone to the bathroom and he wasn’t been able to wake her up. Things had been changed since she called him Newbie: now she was open freely with him, and so Luke was aware of the reason why in these last days she was so sad, so little Garcia. The anniversary of her parents' death was approaching. She still hadn’t overcome it; perhaps, probably, she would never overcome it. As well as the sense of guilt. After seeing her all week taut and having caught her crying outside the polygon, it had seemed a miracle to find her abandoned, finally free from tension, from thoughts. Her expression so serene. Breaking that spell, it would been a sacrilege.

He became something very close to be her best friend. Although this role, ironically, still belongs to Derek. But he feels he can now consider himself among the people she cares about most. So how can he think not to see her for who knows how long?

Despite the moral doubts that such a situation entails, he decides that it is worth risking. Nothing bad will happen. He will manage to keep his distance.

 -I don’t like wheelchairs .- Penelope whimpers, while JJ drives her to the car. What she hates is that she can't be autonomous. Not being able to decide to want to go to the park and do it without questioning someone. Will helps his wife to load the woman in the car. Then he also arranges the wheelchair on board and leaves. The couple try to involve her in a happy conversation, but she remains apathetic to look out the window at the flowing landscape. Everyone wants to help her, stay close to her: they surround her, they suffocate her. What she needs, instead, is a bit of peace.

Everything in her head is confused. They didn’t want to tell her exactly how the accident happened. It is clear that there is something that they are hiding from her. For example, what happened to Hotch. But she is confused, not stupid. And she has a very bad feeling. Spencer finally confessed to her that about two years are missing from her head, and that the brunette woman who had frightened her is simply a colleague who replaced Kate. Emily is back with them.

What else have I lost? But they hadn’t wanted to give an answer.

The elevator doors open. JJ pushes her in the direction of her apartment, while Will turns the key in the lock. Rumors emerge immediately.

-Michael! Henry! Stay here.- an elderly woman, but very fit, blonde like her daughter and grandchildren, appears before their eyes. She pursues two children, a much smaller one who is walking around, the other who likes to turn around, aware of annoying her. But as soon as they see their mother, they both stop. And then they realize that there is an unexpected guest.

-Untie Penelope!- Henry reaches her first. He's big enough to know what is the object which his godmother is sitting on, even if the last time he saw one was the birth of his little brother. Garcia smiles and hugs her godchildren. She grabs Michael in her arms before someone could stop her. She glances at the adults, blocking their protests. It doesn’t bother her to have that kind of weight on her, even if it's strange to feel so weak, to feel her legs so weak and distant, foreign, as if they didn’t belong to her.

-Can I go then?- she hears Sandy ask her daughter. -Can you do this alone?- and she also glares in her direction. Finally, the door is opened and closed after a few greetings.

-So...- the man begins -...what do you think if you go to wash your hands and then you help me to prepare the table for Aunt Pen?- the woman feels the urge to shout that she is not a poor paralyzed, a vegetable: she must be careful not to strain the legs until physiotherapy begins, to resume complete mobility. But she doesn’t want to feel so impotent.

The children run towards the bathroom, competing for those arriving first. There is an embarrassing silence. If the situation remains that way until she can return home, she may have been better at the hospital. But she can’t even say what she really thinks: JJ was so nice to offer to host her, after all she's nothing but a burden to anyone right now. And basically, she loves being with Henry and Michael. But... but she no longer feel the same person who has always been. She misses her house, she lacks her autonomy.

-Don’t... don’t do anything for me. I'm not hungry.- the landlady approaches her friend. -Really, JJ, I'm not hungry. I'm still upset by the hospital food.- she tries a joke, which only rips a smile. -If I can... I'd rather stay alone.- she sees perfectly the wounded expression on the blonde's face, but that's what she really needs. In the end she surrenders and tries to help her reach the guest room. But Penelope, helping with her hands, directs the wheels quickly away from JJ and disappears behind the door.

 -I can’t do it.- that's how she greets him when Luke picks her up from LaMontagne house to take her to the first physiotherapy session.

-You'll see it will not be that hard.- he tries to encourage her, but she shakes her head.

-No, I don’t mean that. I can’t live in that house.- she turns head towards the building that they left behind. -They are all so... apprehensive, towards me.- she looks at him directly, looking for his eyes. At the end she manages to capture them, but she is forced to stop. -Everybody, except you, chocolate thunder.- Luke swallows hearing that nickname. It is the first time that he personally experiences a situation he has heard so much about: the legendary relationship between Garcia and Morgan, one of the Bureau's longest-running gossip. He doesn’t know what to replicate, so he doesn’t say anything.

-You've always been the only person who really understands what I needed.- she looks for his hand and grabs it; he feels a sudden sensation of well-being. But at the same time, he hears again her words and realizes that he feels something like jealousy, towards who she believes he is. Because she almost seems to do it on purpose, as she wants to bring him back to those days when she did everything to remind him that he was the newcomer, who would never integrate into their family.

But these are just his thoughts without meaning. Penelope is now the least malicious person of the whole universe.

-Come on, let's go or we'll be late.- he starts pushing the wheelchair again.

Once they arrive at the hospital, they are forced to take the elevator and Luke notices that it is the first opportunity since they met, that during that short trip she doesn’t try to provoke him with malicious phrases. In fact, she spends all her time wringing her hands and looking down. She is so worried that he can’t stand it anymore and bends over to take her face in his hands.

-Penelope, don’t worry. You're not alone, I'm with you.- she nods. Then the doors open and they go out. They knock on a door. A woman of about forty appears, glasses and stern air; but her face melts a second later in a smile.

-Miss Garcia?- she asks, looking at them.

-Exactly.- the man replies in her place. -She is Penelope. And I'm...- he hesitates a moment. He is about to say his real name, he corrects himself just in time -...Derek Morgan, her best friend.- a part of him dies in pronouncing that sentence. It is as if he were denying himself. He holds out his hand to the doctor who returns the squeeze.

-Please, come on as well. This is her first session, so we'll go quietly.- she gives her another smile, then turns to him. -Mr. Morgan, right?- he hardly nods - I'm sorry, but you can’t attend. You have to wait in the waiting room.- she announces with a stern tone. He remains a bit upset but surrenders quickly. As he sits down, Garcia's desperate gaze torments each breath he takes.

 Dr. Stevenson starts with helping Penelope to lie down on a bed. Once she is set up, she lift it with a lever. -Perfect, now we will start by simply moving the legs. You will not have to do anything, just indulge the movements that I will make you do.- she waits to receive a nod from the patient. So, she takes her right leg first, from the ankle and under the calf and starts to lift it up and then bend it gradually.- Does it hurt?- the blonde shakes her head, but actually she is gritting her teeth. -You 0must not lie to me, it is normal, even correct, to feel a certain degree of pain.- she doesn’t answer. She just freeing one's mind while the other woman continues the movements, alternating now the right and the left leg.

I don’t get my memory back yet. And Derek didn’t tell me anything. I shouldn't have confessed to him that I'm in love with him. After all I always knew, but I always kept it for myself. Why tell him now? It wasn't right. He sees me even more vulnerable than usual. If something should happen, it wouldn't be because he feels the same, but because he is sorry for me. And I can’t stand the idea of being pitied by someone, less than ever by Morgan. And in a little over an hour I'll be back between those walls.

-Ouch!- she can’t hold back a moan that escapes from the lips, when Stevenson bends too strong her leg.

-Let the pain free to leave out.- she says, appearing more like a psychologist than a doctor of the body. -Take a breath.- she adds after a few minutes. -For today we are almost finished.-

 -So, how did it go?- he tries to show positive. But she doesn’t even look at him. Nor does she seem willing to give him any kind of answer. He feels the extreme need to hug her and erase all kinds of pain, both physical and mental, as if by magic. But he is afraid that if he did, he wouldn’t be able to set a limit. Something is stirring inside of him, but he has no intention of investigating. Now he doesn’t have the time.

-Do not bring me back to that place.- he's not sure he heard right. He stops, lowering at her height and approaches to try to hear the woman's voice better. -Don’t bring me back to that house, please.- Penelope whimpers. -Please.- her eyes are huge and shiny. He touches her face with one hand and before he realizes it, he finds her lips against his in a chaste kiss, but no less intense and desperate. His eyes remain wide open for the duration of the contact.

It's even weirder, but Garcia is not kissing him. She's convinced she's kissing Derek, her real best friend, her chocolate thunder, her hot stuff. Why does he suddenly feel the need to run away and cry?

They would have been at most five seconds, yet it seemed an eternity, as in the most classic clichés. Like when he saw her hit by the car.

 Dear Aaron

No, it's not good. Emily erases for the umpteenth time what she wrote and finally crumpled the sheet up to make a ball that throws, hitting the basket a few feet from her desk.

Hotch, I miss you so much. I can’t handle it this time. It has already been tough with Spencer. I put all my energy into that mission. I'm not a strong boss like you. I'm not good at showing a serious face, never smiling. Even if I haven’t done since you left.

Words flow naturally from her heart and, without passing through the censor organ in her brain, reach the hand and then come out in ink form from the pen.

We need you. I need you. Mark asked me to marry him.

She chuckles and utters a sob, remembering that moment.

You know I'm not the marrying kind. I'm not even children kind, like JJ. But I wanted to take care of Jack with you. And maybe to you, I would have said yes.

They knock on her door. The brunette hurries to hide the sheet under a pile of documents that she hasn’t yet found the strength to study. She shouts: -Come in!- Luke appears in the back of the jamb. The first thing that she notices is only the dark circles, deep in his face. -Did something happen?- she asks, knowing that he took on the task of staying near Penelope during physiotherapy. The man shakes his head, but then nods. Without asking permission, he throws himself in the chair in front of hers.

-Garcia kissed me.- he announces, almost without expression. -You understand, Prentiss?- he raises his voice. -Penelope kissed me!- he says again, as if she hadn’t understood the seriousness of the thing. -But no, she didn’t kiss me, but Derek! The wonderful Derek Morgan. The SSA, super special agent Derek Morgan.- he exclaims, trying to mangle those compliments he has heard too many times.

-Alvez, calm down!- she takes his hands.

-What do I have to do, Emily?- he looks her in the eye. -I can’t go on with this farce. I feel... I feel like somehow I'm taking advantage of her.- he lets go of the woman hand and take his head in his hands.

-Luke, I'm sorry, but you can’t tell her who you really are. We don’t know what could happen.- she stands up, too. Finally, the man leaves her office confused exactly as when he entered it. And the brunette stays there, motionless to watch it go away. Where are you, Aaron. Where are you.

 -Today was better?- the sigh that emits the woman forces him once again to stop and turn towards her. Since he kissed her, he hasn’t practically looked her in the face. She seems wounded by his cold reaction. Although shortly afterwards she apologized, confessing at the same time that it was for too long that she felt the need to do so. -Hey, Penelope, give me a smile. No?- he forces her to stare at him, taking her chin. The contact causes him a strange feeling, which as usual he doesn’t stop to analyze. -It will not be much longer, I'm sure.- he gets up and starts driving her wheelchair along the street again.

-But... but...- finally she says -...this is not the home of JJ.- with difficulty she grabs one of the hands of man. -Where are we?- a part of Luke had hoped that in seeing the building, some memory would come back. He sighs, determined not to lose hope.

-Stay a moment here.- he just answers and disappears inside. After a few seconds he emerges, but not alone. He holds a leash at the end of which there is a dark brown sheepdog. Roxy immediately recognizes Penelope and puts both front legs on her legs. -Hey, girl, try to contain you. Do not you see that Garcia is not so good?- he tries to containe her exuberance. In the meantime, the woman looks at the animal almost with the same look she had shown the first time she had seen her. On her face is painted a big smile that makes her very sweet and rips an expression similar to Luke.

-But... but she's lovely! Where does she come from?- he doesn’t have time to answer her. -Where is Clooney?- he has no idea who she's referring to, but he imagines it's some Morgan pet. He certainly can’t tell her something like he's dead, so stay silent, hoping for a miracle. -What's your name?- she finally pulls him out of this mess.

-Roxy.- this is easy to say. A smile escapes him as he remembers the face Garcia had done when she found out that it was not his girlfriend, but his dog. -Come on, let's go for a walk in the park.- in one hand the leash, both on the handles of the wheelchair. After wandering for several meters, they stop near a bench. And without any warning she begins to speak freely.

-You know, I never told you, but when Battle shot me, an infinitesimal part of me gave you the guilt.- Luke understands that she is about to become a witness of something very personal, which doesn’t concern him at all; but he can’t stop her. The temptation to hear her finally say a few words against the super special agent is too strong. -How did you not take seriously what I told you? You've always been very... attentive to me, but I've never been able to understand how serious you was. I never let myself go to the hope that you could like me in that sense. I considered myself lucky to be in your life. But this crash... has changed many things. I can’t pretend to be just your friend. And if you don’t feel and you've never felt even a minimum of this sentiment, for me, maybe it would be better if you brought me to home LaMontagne and left to someone else the fabulous task of staying out for hours while I perform a bad imitation of Bambi on the pond iced.- she grimaces between the amused and the desperate.

Luke remains staring at her without being able to say a word. The feeling that Garcia has for Morgan is immense, it is too big. And the worst thing is to know, unlike her, that the man she loves is happily married with a son. And before the accident it seemed that the blonde was happy for her best friend. But apparently, she was much better at pretending than he believed.

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HURT - 7

Prompt: Luke’s dark thought, destiny, contrasted love. Warnings: sexual content, dark thoughts. Characters: Penelope Garcia, Luke Alvez, BAU team, others. Pairing: Garvez. Multichapter (22).

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Chapter 1-  Chapter 2-  Chapter 3    Chapter 4   Chapter 5   Chapter 6

HURT -  Chapter 7

How can she fell for it again? How could she have believed for the umpteenth time that an attractive man like Luke (or like Battle) could feel something serious for her? And it’s useless to cry on herself, no matter how much she has consumed every handkerchief in her house. As bad as the chest hurts, for being too shaken by the sobs. But she will overcome it. She will manage it. The worst thing will be to have to work together again. Well. What was false, it will now be in truth. In other words, if she had made others believe she couldn’t bear him because he had replaced Derek, while in reality she was in love with him, from this moment on she would have been seriously professional and detached with him. She wouldn’t allow him to approach her. Any demon had taken hold of him while he was telling her those horrible things. That he was in the throes of a sort of nightmare. She didn’t care. She wasn’t able to stand next to a person with similar problems. She had almost come to love him, but it doesn’t matter. She would do everything to see him happy; but it doesn’t even matter.

Nothing matters anymore.

 As if they were tearing him. Pulled from one side to the other. A medieval torture. An atrocious, unbearable pain. No tears flow down his cheeks. Not a groan. It stays all inside of him. And that's why it hurts even more. The ghosts are now of a different type than usual, to which he was sadly accustomed.

The ghosts, or rather the apparition, has delicate hands with glazed fingers of the colors of the rainbow, her touch is cool and refrigerant. Her blond hair, slightly wavy, tickled his shoulders. The rough tongue runs his skin from the side upwards, until it meets his mouth. She sucks his soul greedily. And her voice cries, whispers, alternately, together, always the same thing.

I really loved you, Luke. Why did you do this to me?

The woman's face is so infinitely sad, is that of a child.

But maybe it's better this way. The pain will diminish. It will leave him. It must be confident. Otherwise he will die. How is it said? What doesn’t kill you, make you stronger.

At this moment, however, there is no room for useless disquisitions. Only for continuous twists. With the knowledge that in a few hours he will see her again.

 There isn’t the slightest chance that she chooses to take the elevator. Better stairs. Unfortunately, the same thing happens like during the summer holidays: everyone thinks they are the only ones who have had the brilliant idea of ​​starting a timetable because there will be no one, as a result the streets are always clogged and you spend hours lined up. This is what passes through Penelope's head at the exact moment when she looks up from the last step and sees Luke come up from the opposite side, he too on the stairs. He notice her, but doesn’t say anything, just like her. He stops, so that she can pass first. When she has entered, he goes to her desk. There is no trace of the blonde. She will be hidden in her bunker. And it's better this way.

He looks at the bracelet on his wrist, caresses it, trying to calm down. Until they call for a new case, he will have to continue studying Peter Lewis, Mr. Scratch. It's been a long time, now a few months, but they haven’t made any kind of progress.

A message arrives. It's Emily. Five minutes in the meeting room. Update.

He decides to start before, still unable to get blood out of a stone, with those papers in his hands. When he reaches the room, he hears Garcia's animated voice and that of Spencer. There are also Prentiss and JJ. After a second Rossi appears behind him. Except from Tara, they are all there.

-Hey, is there a case?- he asks, unable to look at her. -What’s Tara’s brother’s picture doing up?- nobody says anything. JJ and Spencer are fake stupid. Then she explodes.

-Come on, the new guy? He knows? How come I was the last one to know?- he can’t stop himself from giggling, seeing her behaves in such way.

-It was an experiment. She wanted to time how long you could keep a private conversation private. And you made it 12 hours.- Spencer explains. The heart of Penelope breaks into further fragments. Only pride prevents her from crying.

Then he does a horrible thing. Shameful. -Damn, I had you down for six! - he exclaims, doing or rather believing to look as the nice guy.

-Oh, you know what? You guys, I thought you were my friends, but you suck! You all suck!- she glances disgusted at her colleagues and disappears, not before adding -Especially you, new guy, but you always suck! Newbie!- and the others don’t understand what she refers to. They think it's just another release to Garcia, but it's not like that. And she knows perfectly that Luke will understand what her target was aimed at.

 He can’t ignore it. So, he follows her, not caring what their colleagues can think of. He increases the pace and intercepts her a second before she can open the door of her cave.

-Penelope!- she turns to him with a click. The face deformed by anger. Shiny eyes.

-What do you want?- she shouts to him. She puts her arms in a defensive position.

-What did you mean with that "you always suck"?- despite some tears have escaped her control, she smiles maliciously.

-Do you think you're the only one who can pretend?- she asks. Then she sees people passing out of the corner of her eye, then she drags him inside and closes the door. -I've never feel anything special when I was with you.- her voice is firm, firm. -In all cases nothing comparable to what made me feel Derek.- is the final stab, the decisive blow, the point of the KO.

Have they been together in that sense?

She sees him remain stunned, unable to ask anything, to open his mouth. Then she smiles to reinforce the deception, asking Savannah for forgiveness her in her head. Meanwhile, inside, she is dying. Because even after he has hurt her so deeply, she feels the instinct to cling to him and the temptation to forget. But fortunately, she doesn’t. She stays with her arms folded, waiting for him to find the strength to leave. And then she will immerse herself in the research that was about to begin. She will not cry. She will not allow it. Although the pain is even more acute, because not only him, made fun of her, but her team, her family. It was just a joke, but at that moment she was too vulnerable. She would give her life for each of them.

Luke feels his legs as heavy as lead. A voice in his head shouts to tell her the truth, to apologize. To explain why he said something like that. But it would mean having to confess everything, all his past. The whole Cullen case, starting from the mistake of undercover his best friend Phil Grenada, whose wife was the sixth month of pregnancy. But there were other agents available, much more experienced and prepared than him. But Luke had succumbed to his friend's requests: he couldn’t resist between the paperwork and spend the evenings deciding the type of diapers, the name, the color of the room... He should have been stronger, harder: he was the boss on that occasion and his decision was the only one that mattered. It was his fault. It's all his fault. Only his fault. And that had been the first of his mistakes. How could he send a man with his wife ready to give birth on such a mission? How could he have believed he wouldn’t try to contact her, contradicting the whole protocol?

How could he tell Penelope the thoughts that tormented him, the ghosts that came to visit him every day? The voices he heard? She would have obliged him to undergo a psychiatric examination. And no news would have emerged. He was already there, at his session. There had been no improvement, no deterioration. From the outside, he didn’t look crazy in the grip of visions. Nobody would have thought it. But she upset him. She puts him in total turmoil. Whenever he was with her, he felt like he was on the brink of an abyss. Or at a crossroads. Every single time could be wonderful, he could be able to live the best and show her the love she deserved, but the opposite could also happen. What he had did was just what he feared and promised not to do: hurt her.

Not just wounded. He had practically destroyed her, and he manages to see it, even though she wanted to show herself firm and severe. He reduced her to shatter. And this means that she loves him or rather, at this point, she loved him, really; that the voice he had heard in his head corresponds to reality.

-Agent Alvez, could you give me the pleasure of leaving my office, allowing me to do some more useful activities, and maybe you too could do something fruitful?- the question, the professional tone that at the beginning had made him laugh so much and entertained, which had attracted him like a magnet to her. And now it sounds deeply bitter. And yet his feet refuse to move.

This time, however, he must do the right thing. He will do it. The right thing for her.

 Finally, when she is left alone, Penelope allows herself to relax her muscles and release tension. She had been about to ask him. Ask questions whose answers probably she wouldn’t have liked. But in the end, if he wanted to share something with her, he would not have done it before? Why should she persist in doing the good fairy, the godmother of all, the shoulder to cry, the friend listener and dispenser of advice, the Jiminy Cricket?

Why did she have to dig into the mud? Was it worthwhile to get treated in horrible ways, worse than a high-class prostitute? Sex between them had always been fantastic: both when he was hungry, and tender and attentive; whether he was sweet or curt; both when she had felt his girlfriend, or as his concubine. But sex couldn’t be enough. It would never have been enough for her. And what he had had from her, apart from sex, was a bit too little. The only time he had seemed about to reveal something to her, to explain what he had felt when JJ and he had been in that fire, he had run away as soon as he realized what he had done. In addition, his jealousy flattered her, but he also frightened her: twice, after seeing her talk to another man, he had behaved strangely, performing a kind of ritual as if to validate the fact that she belonged to him. He had also forced her to say it, although he had apologized later...

And another time he burst into tears, flooding her hair and blankets...