#could also add an appearance of JJ

[the-purple-possum]

When I say I really want a Jason adopts tim fic, I don't mean I want him to become a parent at 19 to a teen like 2-4 years younger than him, I want Jason to meet Tim and decide that he wants Tim on his side.

I want Jason to adopt Tim as his Robin, like he decides that he wants to recruit this 15 year old that is some how the smartest and snarkiest person in Gotham. I don't want infantilised tim, I want a sorta Nani and Lilo sibling dynamic, but with a smaller age gap.

Like sure, Jason sees his little brother as some sort of soggy kitten that he must protect, but also a Tim that is very capable of looking after himself.

I want Tim to look at Jason, see Bruce back when he first donned the Cape and traffic light colours. And then in true Tim fashion decide to fix him, B was being too over protective since Red Hood showed up anyways.

Like imagine, Jason meeting Tim instead by accident when he drops in on a drug trade. Tim says some quip that throws him off his game while fighting. Jason basically losing to a very deadly fifteen year old who's not slept in 29 hours, and he thinks 'f it, I like the kid'. Then trying to recruit him consistently until Tim goes 'why tf not'.

I want enemies to caretaker, but they both think they're the caretaker

[simpforrooster]

then why don’t you, hotchner.

aaron hotchner x reader

summary: reader is obsessed with their boss.

t/w: some cursing, alcohol consumption. i pictured a female as i wrote, but im pretty sure it can be read as gn!

aaron hotchner is your unit chief. your very hot unit chief.

you’re completely aware of how unethical this infatuation is. you’re also aware of the age difference.

not that you care.

nothing could come of this crush. no matter how much you dreamed something would.

jj, emily, and penelope knew about this silly little crush. i mean how couldn’t they. they’re profilers, and as much as you try not to let your gaze linger on him longer than normal, sometimes it couldn’t be helped.

you’re nestled in a corner booth of your local bar with the rest of the team, blowing off some steam after a case.

reid sits next to you, animatedly talking about his latest read.

hotch meets your eye across the table, feeding you a rare smile. as quick as it appeared, it was gone. the last thing you needed was for one of the girls to notice and try feeding you false hope.

jj was the worst about it. “y/n, he’s obsessed with you. haven’t you noticed he always pairs the two of you together on a case?”

of course, you have wondered about that.

reid lays his arm on the back of the booth, enveloping you. “you need to add this one to your list,” reid tells you, looking down at you. you crane your face to his, grinning at your friend.

what you missed was the way hotch’s jaw set as he watched the two of you. you miss the way his grip tightens on the handle of his mug.

hotch throws the rest of his beer back, setting the mug down a little too hard.

“let me get you another, boss,” derek says, eyeing the rest of the table.

“oh, this is our song, jj,” emily screams, pulling jj to the dance floor.

“spence, come tell me more about that book,” penelope says. reid’s brows knit together, and penelope jerks her head toward the bar. realization falls over his face and they’re the last to leave. leaving you and hotch alone.

“they’re not exactly subtle, are they?” he asks, a smirk on his face.

“i guess i could say the same about you,” you gestured toward his empty mug.

hotch shrugs his shoulder. “i’m not sure what came over me.” he held your gaze, leaning across the table.

“what was that about?” you ask.

“come on, y/l/n. you’re a better profiler than that.” those dark eyes bore into yours.

"were you jealous, hotchner?" you ask, calm and collected on the outside but dying on the inside. maybe jj was right.

“why would i be jealous of reid when i know i’m the one you want?”

your cheeks redden. hotch stands from his spot in the booth and slides in next to you. the man has shocked you into silence. there is no way your boss is flirting with you.

hotch’s jaw works back and forth, like he’s fighting an inner battle with himself.

“how do you know that?” you murmur.

“you think i don’t notice the glances you sneak at me? or the way your cheeks turn red when i have to be stern with someone?” his fingertips run across your cheeks. “give me some credit here.”

embarrassment fills your body, making your heart sink to your feet. of course he knew. he’s the damn unit chief. he’s the best profiler the fbi has.

“what’s confusing to me is how you never picked up on why i partner the two of us up. or how i sneak my own glances at you,” he says, low in your ear. “or how turned on i get when i watch you hand someone their ass.”

“hotch—“

“i know. i’m your boss and twice your age.”

your body falls back against the wall, all the air leaving your body as if you were punched. of course the unit chief has a moral compass.

“i-i- i don’t care about that,” you manage to say. hotch’s eyes close, another internal battle. he scoots closer to you, filling trapping you between him and the wall.

“dave told me you’d say that.”

“rossi? you’ve been talking to him about us?”

hotch smirks. “he’s been pushing me to make a move since you joined the unit.”

“then why don’t you, hotchner?” you ask.

“because the paperwork would kill me,” he murmurs, leaning closer to you.

“hmm, maybe i could help you fill it out?” you suggest, letting your eyes drop to his mouth.

hotch moves in, stopping a breath from your lips. “no paperwork would get completed if i had you in my office all to myself.” gripping the collar of his button down, you pull him the remainder of the way to you.

his lips mold around yours in a way you can only describe as perfection. like his lips were made for you, and you alone. he kisses you with an urgency, and you match it. raising up from the booth, you arch yourself into him. his hand cement to your waist, pulling you as close as he can.

when he pulls back, his face is flushed. the aaron hotchner is blushing.

because of you.

pride fills your gut knowing you affect him the same way he does you.

“you’re gonna submit that paperwork to strauss, right?” you ask, breathless.

“fuck yes,” he says, pulling you in for another kiss.

a/n: my first criminal minds fic! i’ve been writing for topgun maverick for a long time. since beginning to watch criminal minds again, i’ve been dying to write for hotch and reid. i hope yall liked this! 🫣

[easy-there-leftovers]

Magnum Opus Ch. 2

When an MIT prodigy on their gap year is contacted by the FBI regarding potential involvement in a series of murders in Washington D.C., she must now cooperate to uncover how paintings are mysteriously appearing at the crime scenes.(Written with Season 1-4 Spencer in mind, but the timeline could be anywhere pre-season 12. No mentions of past cases)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Artist! reader|cw: Canon-typical violence|word count: 2.6k words

Notes: I made up a bunch of chemicals and their chemical properties up so shhhh!! Also, I'm not American, I have no contextual understanding of the distance of one place to another. The US is large enough.

Also on Ao3!!

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“Anything new?” Rossi asked as he and Prentiss returned from the crime scene, making his way into the space the MPDC made for the BAU. Surveying the area as he does before stopping abruptly.

“Forensics are running tests on her stuff. She brought everything in. Apparently she didn’t know anything about the murders before we interrogated her.” Morgan shifts his weight from leaning against a desk to approaching  JJ who motions for his help across and out of the room.

“And she’s here with us in the room, why?”

 Hotch feels the scrutiny of his friend’s eyes, so he turns his sight away from where you and Reid stood. 

“Reid doesn’t think she fits the profile and wants her insight on the case. I trust his judgment, so I allowed it.”

“You said that?” Emily asks with furrowed brows. 

“Well, non-verbatim, I said that her knowledge on–”

“And you allowed our prime suspect to help with a case?” The unit chief sighs when Dave interrupts Reid but stays firm.

“I don’t enjoy the idea of it either, but she’s the only lead we have.” 

Rossi shrugs, but keeps a watchful eye on the young pair. Only turning away when Emily starts to debrief the earlier crime scene.

She recounts that they had found Jonathan Edwards’ body, aged 28, seated on the previous apartment owner’s couch. One hand across his chest, and the other placed on his lap. A pose that they assume was the closest their unsub could get to mirroring the man in the painting. 

Same M.O. Cleaned wounds, no IDs, sharply dressed. 

The dark haired woman adds the pictures of the crime scene to the growing collage on the board.

 Seeing all of this was like a backstage view, which excited you! But knowing that your work might have inspired someone to kill? Not so much. 

“When you look at the victimolgy, there are no obvious links. Their occupation, race, and gender are all different. Our unsub here seems mission oriented, only targeting people that bear a striking resemblance to Dr. L/n’s subjects and murdering them in their own homes…”

 You sigh as Spencer continues, eyes searching though the unsettling images.

“They’re someone that the victims might’ve been interested in. Someone that could contact them or schedule to meet in a formal setting. The victims weren’t reported missing until they didn’t show up for work, suggesting that they had met in private on their off hours. They’re also highly educated, likely with a background in chemical engineering or a related field with permission to operate in a lab. Or at least a private space like one. This level of intelligence is evident in the precision the bodies were handled with and the synthesized 5-durastelene in the paint.”

“So we’re looking for someone who is charismatic, well connected, and had access to a lab at some point.” Emily simplifies. 

“Their area of activity is concentrated in the east.” You mention, looking at the map and noticing the pattern of the bodies’ location as it crosses three states. “That’s probably their comfort zone. They either live there or are stationed there for their job.”

You assess the distance. “Assuming the place those three were killed and the place they were found are different, he must be comfortable traveling with a body.” 

He shifts his focus from the board to you, but you keep your vision stationary. “Do you know anyone like that? Someone from there that you’d be on unfriendly terms with? A colleague, a mentor?” 

Well that caught your attention.

“...You think they’re trying to incriminate me?” You feel the space between your brows twitch when you ask. Still staring at the map.

He frowns a little at that and responds. “Do you think they’re not?”

“Well–” You start, but then feel nervous feeling all the attention on you. You’re a little overwhelmed, but press on anyway. “I’m not saying that, it just—seems like a few ‘why’s’ are missing.” 

Why bother adding a painting? Why bother even making them? Why bother mixing durastelene, a compound that would definitely alter the paint’s integrity given its properties, to replicate something the public wouldn’t even know you made? All questions you asked with a more steady tone.

“Let’s not get carried away, kid. We’re trying to see the big picture first.” The senior in the room says.

Picking at the skin of your lips, you acquiesce and turn to finally look at Spencer. 

Spencer feels his eyes flick to your fingers first then to your eyes. “I think they’re trying to send you a message.” 

He looks back to the pictures of your paintings on the scene. Trying to see if he’s missed something.

 “They might believe that by recreating your work, they’re challenging you– establishing a level of superiority. You said that no one should have access to your paintings, so this must have been someone that once knew you intimately and is now mocking you to make a point. It’s not just about incrimination—they’re trying to reach out to you.”

You feel the space between your brows twitch again.

You can think of a few people who might dislike you; competition is expected in the academic world. But the obvious signs of fixation on you suggests two possibilities: you're either being seen as a rival or as an idol.

It’s unlikely that anyone sees an unemployed PhD student with burn-out syndrome as a worthy rival. 

And something tells you that if they really wanted to place the blame on you, they wouldn’t go this far, in this way. 

They might as well have left a note with your name on it and that would’ve been more believable.

Then again, you could just be wrong 

You’re in a room full of professionals. You’re speculating based off of a theory that might not be applicable to your situation due to a variety of factors. There’s a reason this is their job and not yours. 

You take this thought in stride with a deep intake of breath and now slackened shoulders before responding with a careful nod.

“If that’s the case, then I think it’ll be a little hard to find someone that meets the criteria. I didn’t really have friends when I graduated from MIT, and even if I did, they wouldn’t know about my art—not because I kept it hidden–! It’s only because I started painting when I left.”

The team looked a bit sad at the revelation of your almost non-existent social circle, but quickly acted like what you said was normal.

“Let’s focus on anyone that you had worked closely with then.” You nod at that and start discussing possibilities.

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Spencer is thankful for Hotch’s suggestion as it diverts the earlier attention away from him. He wouldn’t have minded it at any other time if he wasn’t too preoccupied with thoughts of you.

Thoughts of you with regards to the case, he finds himself justifying to no one in particular.

Everyone has tells. A gesture, a change in posture, nonverbal cues that give someone away. They’re hard to hide because it's in human nature to have them. Trying to keep them hidden is essentially like holding your breath. Suspending the inevitable will only make the tells much more noticeable.

And you don’t seem to be doing that. 

On the contrary, it’s the presence of your micro reactions that are throwing him off. He has noticed five pauses, four instances of rapid eye movement, three tonal deviations, two quirks in your glabella, and now your previously leveled shoulders have dropped. 

Maybe it’s because he’s spent a lot of time with people who try to hide them, but seeing an overwhelming amount of tells manifest in you has him scrambling to figure out what each one means.

Within the two hours and 33 minutes that have passed since he was allowed into your home, the only thing he’s found out about you through your interactions is that you’re disorganized, you’re insecure about your intelligence, and that you don’t like being called doctor. 

All superficial quirks. Two hours is too long a time for him to have only figured three things out. 

He’s missing something. Or maybe he’s not looking at it from the right angle.

Before he can think more on the matter, his mind refocuses on the team. 

Penelope had called them to say that she had gone through lists of attendees from all the conferences you’ve spoken at, both private and open-house events, at Aaron Hotchner’s request. 

“I was able to pick out a few names that are poking around here and there, but I’m going to need a little more than that, my dear comrades! Sifting through names of geeks isn't really my favorite pastime.”

“Pen, narrow down the list to names from MIT. We’re looking for a student from the Chemistry programs or a lecturer that might have access to a lab.” Emily supplied, leaning onto the table where the blonde was on screen. 

“Doing just that and—oh! Would you look at that! Looks like the tools aren’t as diligent as they claim to be.” The mocking tone in her voice causes a small smile to creep on your face.

“Caltech?” The bubbly woman snorts at that.

“Anyone in their right mind knows it’s the superior choice! Tech geeks hate MIT.”

“Don’t let our tools hear you then, we have a history of going nuclear.” That certainly earned you a giggle from the woman on the other end. 

“There’s a sense of humor I can get behind! We–”

“Garica, focus.” Hotch said with urgency.

“Yes–I will! I am! So focused in fact that I’ve got a few names, but only one is super consistent—Lecturer Dr. Annaliese Andrews! Looking up this nerd as we speak and—!” 

You all heard the hitch in her breath.

“Oh no….”

“Garcia, what did you find?”

The BAU and you were silent for a moment before Penelope composed herself. “Dr. Andrews owned a lab near the Charles’ river.” 

She shows its location on screen and a picture of your mentor, Dr. Andrews with a notebook in hand, posed in front of it. The picture was from her social media update, and it couldn’t have been taken more than a year or two ago.

“She built it herself in the 80’s and maybe she wasn’t keeping up with safety protocols but eventually a fire broke out, and she–” Then you see a news headline of the same lab on fire.

“How long ago was this?” Hotch demanded. This got the attention of everyone in the room. 

“Uh,” Penelope sat in her office, frantically typing until an article showed up. “This happened around nine months ago, but it says here that her next of kin decided to keep the property.”

They’ve found a stressor.

“That’s impossible.” You countered. “Dr. Andrews had no family. No husband, no kids.”

“Who is the property under now?” Rossi pressed. 

Muttering under her breath, she continues to search. 

“Says here a month later, a workshop was built right where the lab was– Aha! It’s under 35 year old Liam Turner, freelance photographer. He’s got a studio on Bay State Road.” 

Penelope pulls up an image of an almost unremarkable looking man on screen along with a scan of his BA in Visual Studies from Harvard.

“What the hell…” You don’t recognize this guy at all. 

“Do you know him?” Hotch asks and you say no with a shake of your head and upturned brows.

“Right now, I’m not seeing a connection between these two either—anything you guys can give me?”

You want to interject. Something about him seems familiar, but you don’t recognize him from anywhere. 

You want to ask— no–it wouldn’t be your right. They can figure this out themselves and you're still a suspect! Besides, you’re not even sure if– 

“Do you want to say something, Y/n?”

Your head shoots to the voice and you see Spencer staring back at you. Mouth slightly open which lets you know the question probably came from.

 Maybe it’s because he used your given name, maybe it’s the heavy feeling in your stomach. But regardless, his question certainly makes space for you to voice your thoughts as the room awaits your reply.

You feel your shoulders tense as you speak. “Was his name in the list of attendees?”

Garcia checks quickly but she shakes her head to say no. You thought so.

You ask a different question. “Then uh, can you pull up surveillance footage at any of the conferences?”

She does just that and presents a split-screen video from a month before you graduated. One camera was stationed at the back of the room, and the other overhead from where you stood. She speeds it up as the team watches not much movement until Spencer points something out with a start.

 He gestures to the upper right corner where a lone camera man stands on the side, and asks their tech analyst to zoom in.

There lied the face of the man from earlier search with a camera in hand. The thing that makes him special though, Spencer says, is that based on the angle he was holding the lens at, he was focusing only on you and not on your projection.

“He was in the room, but not in the list.” He furrowed his brows.

You shook your head. “He probably wasn’t an official attendee, someone that a lecturer could’ve requested the assistance of last minute— anyways, can we see where the pictures he took were used? Like articles, tabloids?”

“Absolutely, just give me a second…” You all watch a bunch of sites pop up as Garcia combs through anything that may be related. 

In no time however, she comes across a website. 

There on the screen, for all of the team to see, was a blog, or maybe a portfolio, that had snippets from interviews, headlines, and pictures that featured you. Nothing out of the ordinary, but it looks like any image of you that would show up if you were googled were credited under him. 

Conferences. Campus surveys. Even candid conversation with school representatives.

Penelope digs deeper until she finds the first upload. A picture of a sunset taken somewhere on a bridge with a notebook and pen on its ledge. Though it might not have been enough for most people to recognize, Spencer notices it immediately. 

“Garcia, can you pull up the picture of Dr. Andrews with her lab?”

She does just that and he only needs one look before he turns to address his colleagues. “The notebook is the same! His initials, ‘L.T.’ are on her notebook cover, and this picture!”

And as much as you wished you could sympathize with Spencer’s excitement, you were feeling very overwhelmed at the moment. 

Case and point; first you find out your mentor is dead, then you find out you have a stalker that possibly hates your guts. Find out that said stalker may or may not be related to said mentor, who may or may not hate you, and now you have to digest the possibility of him being a murderer as some sort of vengeance arc?

You shake the thought away.

The tie between him and the victims is still something you don’t get. Clean wounds,  no IDs, sharply dressed.

 So you ask.

“Any chance the victims visited Turner’s studio before they disappeared?”

Analog photo developers have no problem working with a lot of chemicals, and IDs are commonly taken for legal confirmation, you share with the team. The only reason they’d be dressed like that was if–

“They—-all booked an appointment with him.”

You almost regret asking.

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[prettybaby-reid]

Criminal Minds topics I could write an essay about:

-Haley is over-hated and many of the things people used to justify disliking her are reaches and actually don’t mean anything in actuality. you can simply just not like her character, but acting like you have real “moral” justification is just delusional atp.

- in 4x22/5x01 when Foyet attacks Hotch in his apartment, it’s 100% s/a in some form. whether it’s in the traditional sense or not, Foyet clearly intends for it to have the same effect on Hotch.

-Yes Elle was valid to a certain extent for shooting the rapist in her second to last appearance, it was 100% not the same thing as Hotch murdering Foyet in episode 100.

-Spencer is highly baby-ified by the fandom and it’s insufferable to watch the way people treat other characters for offhanded teases they make at him.

-Jj wasn’t wrong for not telling Spencer that Emily was alive. Jj was wrong for continuously letting Spencer come over for 10 weeks to cry about it, knowing that Emily was alive and she was playing fucking scrabble with her. She could have easily said she wasn’t able to handle everything and let him go to morgan/garcia.

-The writers of criminal minds know how to write episodes and plotlines, but they don’t know how to write consistent character ideas and backstories. they also don’t know how to properly write characters trauma. immediately after Jj is kidnapped, they’re all in a bar together…that doesn’t make sense. she should be in a hospital or at home, not keke-ing with the homies.

-Although the writers are inconsistent with backstories, some of the things people think “don’t add up” actually do add up if you thought for longer than 5 seconds.

-the Cat Adams plotline and Cat as a character is so good until Reids prison arc when they say that Cat had the other girl s/a him, that’s so out of bounds for her. She hates men for what they do to women, specifically the violence men perpetrate towards women, more specifically s/a and domestic violence…why would she s/a Spencer.

-On the topic of the Cat/Spencer s/a topic…that’s definitely a pullover from the fact that it was supposed to be Hotch who was in prison but they had to switch it after Thomas Gibson left. I have an idea of what it could have originally been considering it was supposed to be Hotch/Mr. Scratch, but no solid proof.

[supercriminalbean]

Fight Club. Part three.

Aaron Hotchner x Male!reader.

Summary: The team tries thier hardest to find you, while Aaron thinks back to the way things use to be between you and him.

Warning: Dark fic. Blood, fighting, death, abuse, kidnapping, swearing, drugs, unsub violence, angst, murder, criminal minds unsub violenceness. This whole fic series is just dark and strange the ask it self is amazing and may help you know if this is something you can handle. (Any other warnings let me know xx)

Words: 4.6k

A/n: This went in a different direction as I thought this chapter would. Somehow this is becoming longer than I first thought it would. Another part will be released next week thank you all for your love xx

Part one. Part two. Part four.

Tagging thoes that seem interesed or asked: @xweirdo101x @alecmores @yn-addams @winter-world @xdark-acadamiax @rexspersonalhell @hunterispunk @sammy-4103 @222244445555 @spiritzofthedead @sweetnothingsvulnerability

The day goes by fast for the Bau, the day doesn’t have enough hours before the sun is setting again. They checked out a place today hoping you would be there but instead they found nothing, not even a sign that anyone used to be there. Garcia also isn’t getting anywhere tracking their Ip address, and they haven’t gone live since this morning. Currently the team is sitting around the table eating or more like picking at their dinner as they throw out more ideas. 

“We got his face on camera, Garcia has it circulating through all facial recognitional searches” Morgan adds, sighs as he stabs his noodles. 

“She won’t find anything, he’s been doing this for years there will be no recognition of him for the past twenty years” Rossi huffs quietly staring at the photo of the unsub on the board. 

“Maybe not, but she can put him through her system and make him appear younger then maybe she will get a hit” JJ suggests staring at the wall, her body feeling numb.

“Good idea, when she lands get her straight onto that” Hotch instructs looking over at Morgan.

“Will do” Morgan nods at him.

“When does she land?” Emily asks, glancing over at Morgan who automatically checks his watch.

“In twenty minutes, I should get going. I promise her I’ll be waiting by the gate when she lands” He smiles weakly standing up. No one argues, everyone knows those two come in a package. 

“Hey can I come for a ride, I could use the fresh air” JJ looks up at him, feeling exhausted.

“Sure blondie lets go” Morgan smiles a little as they walk out.

~~~

The night goes by with Reid, Rossi and Hotch narrowing down their comfort zone, while Garica and Morgan go through making the unsub appear younger and running him through everything. JJ and Emily, run through their notes of the interview of some of the victims families they talked to today, coming to some conclusions that they wish they never had to. Once it gets too late and the room is filled with nothing but yawns, Hotch finally sends them home, his heart racing at the thought you have been gone for 36 hours. Everyone leaves silently hating the idea of going back to the hotel while you're missing. Once Aaron is alone in his hotel room he sits at the small desk in the corner of the room, pulling out his notebook and a file as he gets back to work, doing his best to distract his mind from the hopelessness look in your eye. You don’t think they are coming for you, no, you don’t think he is coming for you. He is, and he won’t rest until he has you back where you belong. His mind runs back to the night, the night he regrets letting you go. The night he confessed to you, that he enjoyed having you in his life more than a boss should. That he doesn’t normally allow an agent to get this close to him or his kid, and he definitely doesn’t allow his agents to cuddle up to him on his couch watching movies, or kiss him that one night. He also doesn’t allow an agent to push him on cases like you do, he doesn’t allow an agent to bring a case to him like this and get away with using his FBI statutes to get information he’s not entitled to. He doesn’t allow it, so how the hell did he allow himself to let you worm yourself into his heart, and why the hell did he let you leave that night. Aaron doesn’t realise there are tears sliding down his face, hitting his notes until there's a sharp knock on the door. Quickly he pulls himself together, wiping his face as he takes a deep breath steadying his heartbeat as he looks through the peephole. Of course it's Dave he groans to himself, wondering if he could just go to bed and pretend he’s asleep to make him go away.

“Open up Aaron I know you're there” Dave smirks, staring at the door with a knowing look. Ever so slowly Aaron opens the door, his face hard, showing no emotion.

“What's up Dave?” Aaron sighs lightly, acting tired blocking the doorway.

“Don’t what's up me” Dave rolls his eyes as he pushes past him, walking straight in.

“Oh sure come on in” Aaron says sarcastically as he closes the door, he somehow allows his guard down around Dave. Dave moves to the middle of the room then turns around, staring at Aaron, his body stiffens under Dave gaze, crosses his arms in defence. 

“What do you want Dave?” 

“You want to tell me what's going on with you?” Dave stares at him, his eyes staring a hole into his soul. 

“What do you mean, my agent is missing? I'm sorry if I’m a little on edge” Aaron snaps at him, the tears threatening to come back.

“Today you keep referring to him as your agent, you keep refusing to say his name” Dave sighs, noticing the tension threatening to break on Aaron's face.

“Dave” His name is barely above a whisper, it's a warning. “Get out”

“Not until you open up and tell me what's happened between you two” Dave pushes, taking a step forward as he spots a tear escaping down Aaron cheek as he looks away.

“Aaron its me, talk to me”

“I can’t lose him Dave, not after Haley” His voice breaks as he speaks, sitting down on the bed.

~~~

“I invited him to a soccer game of Jack one day” Aaron breaks the silence, his eyes focused on the wall opposite him. Dave is sitting at the desk, watching him quietly, he wishes he could hear this under better circumstances.

“I didn’t think he would come, you know how closed off he is. He had a rough case and I wanted to make sure he was okay during the weekend” Hotch takes a deep breath as he thinks back. 

You didn’t want to get out of bed this morning, but you promised Hotch you would go to his son's soccer game with him. Apparently because you have been on the team for over a year and a half now and you still haven’t met his son yet which is a call for concern, apparently. Slowly you dragged yourself out of bed and got ready for the day, driving to the soccer field and stopping for some coffee and um a hot chocolate, because kids like hot chocolate right? You double asked yourself as you drove to the field, earlier than Hotch had told you the game was but he said he would be there early for warm up seeing as he is the couch. You pull up into the car parks, noticing a spare park beside a familiar car so you quickly park before getting out, and making your way through the field finding your boss setting down a bag and some bottles and a kid who seems to be a mini version of him holding a ball laughing beside him. 

“Morning” You call out to them, your eyes focused on Hotch as he turns around with a smile growing on his face.

“You're earlier” He points out, walking over to you.

“I know” You smirk softly. “But I brought coffee, and a hot chocolate for the little child” 

“Thanks,” Hotch smiles. “Jack, this is (Y/n) my coworker”

“Hi,” Jack mumbles, looking down.

“Hey kid” You smile awkwardly, before picking up the coffee and offering it to Hotch.

“Thank you, you didn’t have to” He smiles warmly as he reaches for it, his smile fades as you jump slightly at his movements. 

“Oh it's no problem” You focus your smile to stay put. “Sorry” You quickly apologise, gulping quickly as you turn to Jack as you hand him his drink. “This is for you Jack”

“Woah, it's huge!” Jack exclaims, taking it. “Dad only ever gets me the small one, thank you”

You can’t help but laugh softly. “It's because I’m better than him” You tease.

“That's because I have to deal with the sugar rush later,” Aaron groans, smirking at you.

“They get sugar rush?” You look at him confused, your eyebrows pinching together looking cute according to Aaron.

“They do, you don’t know anything about kids do you” Aaron teases you, laughing as he sees his son struggle to hold the cup without dropping it.

“Oh nothing, I don’t like kids” You shrug, as you watch Jack not realising Aaron is currently staring at you with his eyes full of hope.

After the soccer game, you three went out for ice cream, the day was full of laughter and joy as you got to know the Hotchner boys. The next few weekends the same thing happened, you went to the game, then an afternoon activity with the two sweetest boys. About six months pass by, when an incident with Jack processes to push you and Aaron closer. 

You are currently watching Jack's first game of summer soccer, cheering for him from the side lines, a huge smile takes over your face as you watch him. The pride grows in your chest as he scores another goal, glancing over at Aaron by the side lines, the proud dad looks on his face as he claps loudly with the clipboard. The game is close, the team only needs one more goal and the game is theirs. The game goes by quickly with both teams playing well for kids, your heart is pounding when you see Jack got the ball lined up for the goal and the referee is about to call the game, but then he kicks and he gets in just as the game comes to an end. The team all screams and cheers with excitement, running towards their parents to celebrate, except Jack. He’s sprinting towards screaming that he’s won, before he’s jumping at you, wrapping his arms around you. You freeze, your smile falters as he touches you, but then you look down at the small boy in your arms and you smile before wrapping your arms around him, the tension in your chest breaking apart.

“You did amazing kiddo” You smile widely as you hear heavy footsteps approaches, pulling away from Jack as you glance up to meet his father's gaze, a worried look on his face quickly fades to a relieved, happy look.

“They played great” You smile at him, but your smile doesn’t reach your eyes as Jack pulls away, causing Aaron to worry internally.

“They did, you did so great buddy” Aaron looks down at his son, with loving eyes as he ruffles his hair. 

Later that night, you three have had a movie night and now Jack is asleep in his bed as you and Aaron watch a less kid friendly movie, while chatting away. 

“I’m sorry if Jack made you uncomfortable earlier” Aaron glances at you as the conversation from before dies away, your eyes stay glued on the tv.

“Um when?” You gulp, you know what he’s talking about, but you don’t want to talk about it.

“When he hugged you (Y/n), I know you don’t like physical touch”

“It's fine, It happened and it didn’t suck” You shrug, ignoring the way your body tenses up.

“(Y/n), If you want me to tell him not to do it again I will” Aaron speaks softly, watching the upset and agitated look flash over your face as you glance at him.

“Don’t do that, I don’t mind hugging him. What, am I not allowed to hug people just because I’ve never hugged someone before!” You snap at him, anger and sadness welling up inside you.

“No, I didn’t mean that” Aaron smiles sadly at you, before reaching for your hand that lays on the couch in between you both. Your freeze, your eyes focusing on his hand closely but you don’t pull away. He slowly intertwined his fingers with yours, taking a deep you slide your thumb over his, a small smile pulling at your lips.

“You said you haven’t had a hug before?” Aaron keeps his voice light as he speaks, holding your hand softly as he looks up at you. 

“Not since I was young” You talk quietly, looking into his eyes as you speak. “I know I’m not normal Aaron but I’m trying I promise” Your voice almost sounds like you're begging when you speak, your voice wobbles as your eyes water just a little.

“I know you are, I see you and you are doing a great job” Aaron reassures you. Holding back the automatic urge to pull you into a hug and tell you that nothing can hurt you anymore and that you're doing a great job and just how far you have come. But he can’t do that, because you're not ready for the praise nor ready for the way he wants to hold you and even if you are he would break the thin line of professionalism he is trying to keep between you two.

“I am?” Your face lights up a little, a smile tugging at your lips. 

“You are, do you remember when you first joined the team?” Aaron smiles as he watches you, the way your eyes slide to the wall as you think back.

“Yeah.. You kept getting mad at me”

“Mad isn’t the right word, I was concerned for you. You barely slept and never ate, you drank more caffeine than Reid and that’s saying something” Aaron jokes lightly, causing you to chuckle softly.

“Okay, but I still do that most weeks”

“Still less than you used to do, and that's an improvement” Aaron squeezes your hand softly, which makes your smile grow just a little. “You also used violence a lot more when arresting an unsub, you don’t do that so much anymore you have more control over your temper” His words sink in slowly, your heart melting as your eyes meet his, allowing his sweet words to break your walls down. 

“That one is hard, anger and violence is all I knew growing up” Your words are barely above a whisper as you admit that, squeezing his hand a little. 

“That's okay, because you are still young and you are still learning” He smiles as his thumb brushes over your hand. “Also back then you would never let me hold your hand, or even hug my son”

“Maybe it's more because you two mean something to me rather than something else” You gulp as you admit your feelings.

“Well you are welcome here whenever you like” Aaron smiles as he looks at you, his eyes filled with love as he stares into your own. He feels himself falling for you, he knows it's wrong but right now Aaron doesn’t care, because he’s never seen anyone with such beautiful eyes before.

“Can.. Can you hug me.. I want to try it” You push the words out of your throat as the nerves start to get involved. Aaron smiles softly, his arms wrapping around you, pulling you down and into his chest. You take a deep breath, half laying down in his arms, closing your eyes as you focus on his heart beat, and the warmth his arm produces. 

~~~

“You two got really close?” Dave pulls Aaron back to the present.

“Six months Dave… That night brought us even closer but six months it stayed like that” Aaron voice breaks as a tear slides down his hands shaking. “And then he pulled away, something was going on but he refused to tell me what and after one night.. That night he.. He kissed me” Aaron takes a sharp breath as that memory invades his mind the way you cupped his face as you ask him sweetly before your lips are capturing his. 

“What happened?” Dave watched him concernedly, his eyes focused on Aaron's body language. 

“He fell asleep in my arms, and the next morning he was gone, I tried to talk to him at work and he told me that he had to refocus on work, he didn’t have time for friends, I let him go Dave, I knew something was wrong but I also knew that he’s not right, he doesn't understand relationships or love, now I know why” Aaron looks up at Dave, his heart breaking. 

“This isn’t your fault Aaron” Dave reaches out, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“I know Dave but–” Before Aaron could finish there's an urgent knock on the door pulling the two mens attention away. As soon as the door opens Garcia and Morgan are walking in urgent looks plastered over their faces, both carrying their laptops.

“They are going live” Morgan breaks the silence, before glancing at Hotch who is quickly drying his face., jumping to his feet quickly. All four of them gather around the laptop where the loading screens disappear and your bloody face fills the screen making Aarons insides screaming.

~~~

You are left alone for hours after being tortured, they only stopped after you screamed out the name they branded you with. You pass out at one point, your body and mind begging for a break, and against the hardest you try you black out. A sharp pain flies across your face, bringing you back to the hell you're in. Blinking rapidly while your eyes adjust to the bright light shining down at you, your eyes finally adjust landing on the man in front of you.

“Ready for round two Jupiter?” He chuckles at you, his grin is one that will forever haunt your nightmares.

“Why don’t you untie me and I’ll show you just how ready I am” You glare up at him, anger and tiredness sitting in your chest. He grabs your chin pinching it hard between his thumb and pointer finger, his eyes icy cold as he stares into you.

“Oh that's the plan, we’re going old school” A sickening feeling fills your stomach as his grin grows.

“No, not again” You spit at him, fear filling you knowing that's their plan to break you.

“Bring him out” He yells out, letting your chin go as the door on the other side of the room swings open, your stomach drops. She walks in, followed by a younger boy who seems to be in his mid teens.

“He’s too young no” You shake your head vigorously, your heart pounding. He looks so strong, but you know you're stronger even in your current state you could beat him. 

“You killed people when you were younger than him” He laughs. “Hell you are our youngest killer after all”

“Shut up” You snarl at him, your eyes flickering towards the video camera.

“Just enjoy the fight, let yourself remember the joy you used to feel” He smirks as he grabs the camera and lights moving them out of the pool before he climbs out.

“Hey, aren’t you going to untie me then” You glare up at him, your eyes glace at the kid as he approaches, his eyes are dead but focused on you. To him you aren’t a person just a chore for the day, he just needs to get you over with so he can have dinner and go to sleep. 

“He will do it” He smirks at you, before the boy jumps into the pool.

“Julian, remember the rules” Ma’am calls to the boy, her eyes flickering to yours. Her’s are filled with excitement, she can’t wait to see the next show. 

“Yes Ma’am” He nods, before approaching you, untying you quickly before backing up to his corner. 

“When 

I say start you two better give everyone a good show my lovies” She sings out to you two before giggling sickly, holding the camera zooming in on you as you stand up your eyes trained on the boy. You won’t attack him, just keep him busy until he gives up.

“Three, two one, go” Her smirk darkness as the boy lunges at you.

~~~

He’s a lot stronger than you thought he was, after a few rounds of dodging and making him chase you around the pool, he’s managed to land a few strong punches on you. Eventually he gets you down, his fist colliding with your face too much for you to think straight and soon instinct takes over. Your legs wrap around his waist, flipping you both over as you manage to get a few hits on him, he stops moving as you put pressure over his throat. A soft laugh escapes you as he starts relaxing under you, his eyes soften as fear invades them as he struggles underneath you. 

“Please don’t” He coughs his words out, but they aren’t enough to stop you.

“That’s it Jupiter finish him” She cheers for you, your stomach drops as her voice sets in. Shaking your head as you eyes meet him, you quickly let his throat go as he stops struggling under you. 

“That's not my name” You growl glancing at her, before looking at the scared boy under you. “Take a deep breath kid, you're okay now” You speak softly, guilt eating at you. He nods quickly, taking deep breaths as you climb off him, holding out a hand for him, pulling him up to his feet. Sliding his arm over your shoulder as he uses you for support, you glare up at the two viewers.

“You can try as much as you like, you're not breaking me” You breathe heavily as you try to catch your breath. You are pretty sure your ribs are broken along with your nose, more blood drips down your face.

“Bullshit” He snarls out as he jumps into the pool with you, storming over.

“Can’t break me” You smirk at him just a little.

“You won that fight, and winners here only win one way” He glares murderously at you, before you have time to process anything he lunges at Julian. A sharp howl leaves the young boy's mouth, your eyes widen as he pulls away, blood dripping from the knife in his hand. 

“No!” You scream, your hand flies toward Julian side, where the stab wound is, pressing against the bleeding as you lay him down. 

“You won, deal with it” He laughs bitterly as they walk out, leaving you two alone. 

You hold the tears back as you press against the wound, looking into the young boy's frightened eyes.

“It's.. its going to be okay kid” You try to pull yourself together, as the boy stares up at you.

“It's okay” He coughs out weakly. “They can’t hurt me now” 

“That's right they can’t” You whimper, a tear sliding down as the light in his eyes start to fade. 

“My sister here, she's beside you” His words are barely above a whisper now, goosebumps make your arms tingle. 

“Go with her kiddo, be safe now” Tears slide down as his chest stops breathing and you can’t move. Eventually you pull your hands off him, and collapse onto your back sobs racking through your body. That should be you, no one is even looking for you, this is your fault.

~~~

The team sits in silence as the live ends, Garcia keyboard is the only sound that fills the room. Tears are sliding down almost everyone's face, guilt, fear and anger fills everyone. The rest of the team had come and joined the other four earlier on, everyone had to watch your fight in silence, their hearts breaking at your screaming. The way you fell to your knees trying to keep the boy alive, then it ended, and no one knows how to proceed. 

“Penelope, do you have a location?” It's Dave that breaks the silence, his eyes landing on her. Her body is shaking as she cries but she carries on typing on her laptop.

“No, but.. But I’ve got it narrowed down, and I tapped into their viewers, maybe we can’t get something off that” Her voice is shaky as she tries to push through it. 

“Baby girl” Derek gently takes her hand, worried about her shaking.

“I.. I’m sorry” She sobs, falling into Derek's chest who holds her closely, his own tears sliding down.

“Everyone take five minutes, then back to the precinct” Aaron orders, his eyes still focused on the screen, his heart falling apart. In a quick minute JJ and Reid are running out of the room, needing time to themselves. 

Everyone knew the timeline had been cut shorter, if they make you fight again, Aaron knows you will give yourself up, he can’t let you do that.

[lcvesjj]

I'm sorry I couldn't stay… bau x fem!reader

Prompt : “I’m sorry I couldn’t stay” / “Wasn’t your fault… I made my decision”

Paring : platonic!bau x Reader, JJ x reader, father figure!Hotch x Reader

Warnings : major character death, angst, general criminal minds stuff, mentions of death and grieving, a lot of sadness, reader dies, no happy endings (if there is anything else I should add please just let me know and I’ll add it!)

Summary : an ‘easy’ arrest goes horribly wrong. (Please read warnings before reading.)

“Y/n are you ready? Hotch is already waiting for us by the SUV’s.” JJ asked while looking at you. 

“Yea, I think I’m ready.” You replied while nervously looking at the blonde.

You were new to the team, only having spent around 2 months with them. But you already loved them all so much, they were all like family to you - a little dysfunctional but still a family. 

This was also your first time being in the field since being shot, luckily it was only a graze on your shoulder that had left a small scar. Hotch didn’t allow you to join them into the field, since he left like you needed more rest. You were allowed to travel with the team, but every single time that there was a raid you were left with Reid and sometimes Derek or JJ back at the station.  

It was supposed to be a really simple arrest. Go in, get the unsub and bring him back to the police station. But it all went so horribly wrong. 

As soon as Hotch put the car in park, everyone carefully got out and took out their weapons and flashlights. Quietly walking towards the old house where the unsub was supposed to be. You were standing behind JJ and Derek, suddenly the wind picked up. Goosebumps started to appear on your skin, something was off you could feel it in your bones. The chilling sensation flowing deep down to your bones. 

That’s when you realised - It was a trap. Before you could even shout to alert your teammates, it was already too late. Bullets started flying everywhere, the team obviously started firing back at the unsub. This didn’t make any sense. Why were there so many bullets flying? 

The team profiled that there was only one unsub. 

“So if there are so many bullets flying, that must mean that there are at least two or more unsubs.” You thought to yourself.

You saw a bullet heading for JJ so before you could even think twice you quickly jumped to push her away. 

The next thing you knew, you were laying on the grass. With a hot white pain numbing your senses and the only thing you could hear was the constant ringing in your ears. You were shot in the stomach twice. Tears started blurring your vision, you felt so much pain it was really hard to deal with. 

Derek was instantly by your side and seeing you in so much pain broke him. You were like a little sister to him since you were even younger than Reid he felt like he had to protect you and take care of you. Even though you were an adult he still felt responsible to keep you safe. 

The bullets stopped flying and everything went quiet. They had been able to sneak in and arrest the unsub. Hotch looked over to see if everyone was alright. Seeing you down on the grass and seeing Derek’s distraught expression he immediately rushed to your side and started helping Derek press down on your stomach to stop the blood from gushing everywhere. The rest of the team stood frozen while Derek started shouting that a medic is needed. JJ klent down next to you head and quickly took off her FBI jacket to put it under your head gently. She kept on saying that you'll be fine, and that the paramedics were coming. 

Reid broke down seeing the state you were in. Everyone was just hoping that the medics would get there on time. They couldn't let you die, not like this. You still had many years in front of you, you were so young. 

“Wasn’t your fault… I made my decision.” You slowly said while coughing up blood. The words were mostly aimed at Hotch. In the small time you got to know him he became something similar to a parental figure. 

“You’ll be okay kiddo, you just need to hang on okay?” Rossi gently said, trying his best to keep you awake and alive. 

“Where is that ambulance?! We need a medic now!” Hotch yelled. “Don’t you dare close your eyes Y/n.” He pleaded while quietly crying. The whole team was gathered over your nearly passed out b0dy. 

“I’m sorry I couldn’t stay…Tell JJ I love her please.” You said while crying and coughing up more blood, you knew you wouldn’t make it. And that was one of the most terrifying things ever. The feeling of slowly dying was so scary, you were so young. You didn’t want to die - not like like this.

You were starting to lose your vision and senses, all you could now hear were the sobs of your teammates fading away in the distance. The pain started to disappear. All you could see was this white light and you felt so calm, with a small breath you were gone. 

You were dead.

You were long gone before you could hear Hotch constantly repeating that it was all going to be alright and JJ’s soft voice saying that it was okay and that it was alright, and that she loved you too and would never forget you. It hurt her to say that, but she knew that this was the end for you. There was nothing she could do to help you.

And as much as it hurt, she knew you weren’t going to make it. The only thing that comforted her was the fact that you were no longer in pain. And as much as she already missed you, JJ knew you were at peace. Nothing more could hurt you and you were finally safe. 

A few days later was your funeral. Everybody was dressed in black and gathered at the church to say a final goodbye. JJ was wearing dark sunglasses to cover her puffy and teary eyes. Knowing that you died to protect her made her feel so guilty. If only she was more careful… 

You died as a hero and they were all thankful that they had the chance to meet someone as amazing and kind as you. And to this day they still talk about you and their memories with you.

[ssa-atlas-alvez]

Picture Perfect Family

Warnings: death of a pregnant woman (and the fetus - although is referred to as a baby during the fic), emergency c-section, mentions of torture, blood, held hostage, reader holds baby and woman’s hand, that bit is quite sad by the way, hospitals, death, crying 

Word count: 4449

A/N: This was the sad one I kept going on about. Oh, also Amy is 14, Jake is 12, Ethan is 8, and Maisie is 6.

“Alright! Everyone, into the car!” You exclaim, clapping loudly. You smiled as your youngest two children rushed past you, cheering and giggling loudly. You two eldest however, huffed as they stood up, making their way to the car. 

“Why do we have to leave so early? We could just get the bus,” You second eldest, Jake, asked as he walked past.

“I like it! It means we can play longer and see all our friends!” The twelve year old rolled his eyes at his younger brother, Ethan. 

“Don’t roll your eyes at your brother,” You sighed, “Come on, we can talk about the bus later, okay?” You breathed out a sigh of relief when Jake nodded. “Alright, into the car,”

Your youngest, Maisie, runs back to you, hugging your legs, “Don’t worry daddy, I like the car too!”

“Alright, sweet pea, back into the car you go,” You say, leaning down and sweeping her into your arms, “We don’t want you to be late now, do we?” Maisie shook her head. “Amy, come on, we’re going to be late!”

Your eldest, Amy, walked out of the house, bag slung over her shoulder as she typed on her phone. “What have I told you about phones in the morning?”

“Sorry dad,” Amy grins, pecking your cheek before getting into the car. 

“It’s alright sweetheart,” You call after her before sighing. “Anna?”

“Yes babe?” Your wife, Anna, waddles into the room, one hand on her stomach, the other on her lower back, “Everyone ready?”

“Yep,” You answer, proud grin, you peck her cheek, "I've got everything under control." 

A scream and a sob came from the car. "Except that, one moment," You say as you jog out the door, "kids? Everything okay?"

"Jake took my toy!" 

"It's mine!"

"Hey, don't make me keep it for Chloe," You threaten lightly, both you and the children knowing you would never. 

"I thought her name was Charlotte," 

"That's because it is," Anna chimed, appearing behind you, you jumped, placing a hand on your chest. 

"Jesus," You muttered, "No, I'm pretty sure she's a Chloe."

"What would you know?" Anna challenged, "She's not growing inside you," You simply give her a look, she rolls her eyes. "If you don't leave now, you'll be late," 

You looked at the time with wide eyes, "Shi- Snickerdoodles!" Ethan and Maise both giggle loudly, “Hey, don’t laugh at your dad or he’ll drink all the chocolate milk before you get back,” At their gasps you add an evil laugh.

“Get in the car you goof,” Anna laughs, pecking your lips quickly. “Or you’ll be late.”

“Yes Ma’am!” You say, giving her a smile before hopping into the car (hitting your head as you did) - she still managed to make you act like a drunk-in-love teenage boy. Even after all these years. 

When you dropped the kids off to school, you made it to the BAU in record time, you sighed, placing your bag on the floor and letting yourself fall into your chair. 

“We’ve got a case,” Garcia said, walking quickly to the round table room, “It’s a bad one,”

Everyone shot up quickly, following Garcia into the round table room, sitting in their respective seats. You got up relatively slowly, ignoring Morgan and Emily snorting at you, JJ gave you a sympathetic look, “Long morning?”

“I’m on school runs,” You answered, trying your best not to yawn, the pair of you joined the rest of the team, sitting at the round table. 

“This sick s.o.b is abducting women and torturing them for a day - it was originally three days but he’s devolving,” Garcia said, clicking the remote so the respected photos come up, “He then calls their significant other and gives them an address so they can try to save her. The significant others get there before they pass, however the wounds are always too extensive and so nothing can be done and they pass before the EMTs get there,” 

Your stomach clenches when you imagine yourself in their position. You shove the thought out of your head and focus back on the case. “Where’s the case?”

“Right here,”

It had been kind of a bust so far, it had been a day and you had pretty much nothing. None of the leads you had found led to anything that could be used, at the end of the day, you all sighed, getting ready to head home for a few hours of sleep before starting afresh. “A body just turned up,”

You didn’t get home until three, Anna and the kids fast asleep. You sighed, making your way into bed, if you were lucky, you’d get two and a half hours sleep before you’d have to wake up to prepare everything before the kids woke up at six. 

You repeated the same routine as yesterday but with less energy, as the kids all sat eating breakfast, Anna wrapped her arms around you, “What time did you get in?” She asked softly.

“Three,” You mumbled, turning around and resting your head on her shoulder, taking in her scent. “I do love you,” You mutter, she gives a small laugh.

“You’re delirious,”

“Deliriously in love with you,”

“That doesn’t even make any sense.” 

“It does to me,” 

“Stop procrastinating and drive the kids to school,” Anna laughed, giving you a gentle shove towards the door.

“I love you!” You exclaim as you shoo the children out of the house and into the care. 

Soon enough, you're back at work. “You look like hell,” Morgan chuckled when you walked into the bullpen.

“You do the school run for four kids with a pregnant wife on two and a half hours sleep,” You defended, gratefully taking the cup of coffee off of Reid and immediately taking a sip despite it burning your tongue. 

Three leads later, you still had next to nothing. You groaned, placing your head on the table, checking your phone for any messages from Anna. Nothing. You tried your best to ignore the feeling forming in your stomach and put the phone down and don’t pick it up again until lunch time. You tried phoning twice at lunch, then tried two more times half an hour after lunch on two fake toilet breaks (you think the team was starting to think you had eaten something dodgy) and still nothing. 

“Anna, hey,” You sigh into the phone yet again for the sixth time in the last hour and a half. “I just want to check in and make sure you’re okay, please let me know, I love you… This is (Y/N) by the way, alright, love you, bye,” You hung up the phone, tapping it against your palm before heading over to Hotch. 

“Everything okay?” He asked when you approached him. 

“It’s probably nothing, but Anna’s not been answering her phone,” You answer. 

“Alright,” Hotch says with a nod, “How about you go pick your kids up from school and check on them and you can check up on Anna as well?”

You nodded, thankful he suggested that, “Thank you,” You said, he gave a small smile as he nodded.

“Of course,” He answered. You walked back to your desk, grabbing your bag and making a beeline to your car. 

You make pickup on time and your kids all smile widely at you when they see you waiting. They’re all in the car, buckled in and you start driving. The phone rings when you’re about five minutes into the forty minute drive, and you answer it, placing it against your ear after quickly glancing at the name.

“Anna? Thank god, are you okay?” Silence. “Anna?”

“That’s her name, huh? She did tell me, but I thought she was lying.” Your blood runs cold.

“Who is this?”

“What?” Your voice is hoarse.

“Not important.” The man’s voice sounds through the phone.

"You're the unsub we've been looking for, aren't you?" You ask quietly, not wanting your children to hear.

"Yes."

"Let me take her place." You say, "Surely that's more satisfying, an FBI agent, hm?"

"I find this so much more gratifying,"

"Please let me take her place."

“Its too late, your wife is currently bleeding out.”

“She’s in the warehouse on third street.” He said. “Better hurry.”

When the line goes dead, you immediately dial Hotch. He picks up after the second ring. “Hotch, I need you to go to this address, Amy’s sending it through to you now, as well as the phone number he used in case Garcia can track it. He took her, I’ve got the kids in the car, I can’t drop them off anywhere. I’m parking round the block, I’m going to need one of you to get them while I go to Anna,”

“(Y/N), no,” Hotch ordered, “You need to stay where you are.”

“Hotch, I’m not not going to her,” You snap, you don’t have time for this. “I don’t have time for this. Go to the address.” And with that, you hang up and step on the accelerator. Within minutes, you’ve arrived close to the address, you’d go the rest of the way (only a few meters on foot, you didn’t want the children near the unsub, near danger, just in case). You kill the engine. 

“I need you all to listen to me,” You turned, facing your children, a serious look on your face. “I need you all to stay in the car, alright? The team is on their way, I want you all to hide in the back, do not move until one of the team is here - the ones you know, alright? Derek, Hotch, JJ, Penelope, Spencer, Rossi, Emily, okay? Do you understand me?”

Amy sniffed, nodding, “We understand,”

“Okay, take the keys, lock yourselves in,” You said, swallowing as you hand Amy the key, “Take care of each other, stay quiet, and I love you, alright?” When they nod, you give them one more reassuring smile before getting out of the car, shutting the door behind you, not leaving until you hear the reassuring click of the locks. 

Grabbing your gun, you began to jog towards the warehouse. You made sure to watch your step as you weaved in and out of the shelves. Eventually, you hit an opening where the stairs stopped. About ten feet of space was left in the room. About two feet ahead of you lay a body. A figure, motionless on the floor.

Your blood ran cold, no no no, please don't be her. Anyone but her, god, please. You come to a standstill when you reach the body, falling to your knees, pulling her frame close to yours. Her body limp. Your eyes widened seeing various wounds seeping with blood. You needed to put pressure on the wound - wounds. You shrugged your jacket off, balling it up and pressed it against the wounds tightly. Your heart dropped when she didn’t seem to notice.

"Baby?" You asked softly, "Baby please," When her eyes fluttered open, you forced yourself to smile - wiping away your tears that fell onto her pale cheeks. “Hey, there’s those eyes,” You whispered with a smile.

“(Y/N)?” Anna mumbled, looking up at you. Her face was red, neck had a deep bruise along it. You felt anger surge in the bottom of your stomach as you made out the unsub’s handprint. You flicked your eyes back up to Anna’s. 

“Yeah baby, it’s me,”

“It hurts,” She whimpered quietly.

“I know, I know it does baby,” You whisper, planting a soft kiss on her head. “I know, but medics are on their way, you just need to hold on, okay?” Anna let out a hum as she nodded. 

Anna cried out in pain as she shifted, “I know, I know, I’ve got you,” You mumbled, her arms reached for your hand squeezing it desperately. “I’ve got you,”

“You’ve ‘lways got me,” Anna hummed. 

“Yeah, baby, I’ve always got you,” You mutter, “I’ve always got you, I’ll never let you go, you hear me? Never.”

Your head shot up to look at Morgan and Hotch as they run in, “How far out are they?”

“Six minutes,” Hotch answered grimly. She wouldn’t make it that long. You took a breath, looking back down at Anna.

“Anna? Darling, I need you to hold on for six more minutes,” You whispered. 

“I can’t,” She replied softly, eyes already beginning to flutter shut again. “‘M so tired,”

“I know,” You replied, “But you can sleep when you get to the hospital after they’ve fixed you up, you just need to hang on until then, okay?”

“Hmm,” Anna gave a small hum.

“Anna? Anna, I need you to open your eyes for me, baby?” You said softly, gently shaking her shoulder, “Come on Anna, please. Six more minutes, just six more minutes baby, okay?”

“Dad?” Your head snapped up, Amy, your eldest daughter. Not yet even fifteen, clutching her eight year old brother’s hand in her left and her six year old sister’s in the right, Jake, barely twelve years old, also holding Maisie’s hand.

“Dad, what happened?” Jake spoke next. Your mouth was dry. What were you supposed to say?

“Daddy, is mummy okay?” Maisie’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts.

“Get them out of here,” You mumbled, head snapping to Hotch and Morgan, “Get them out of here, now!” The pair had already begun to guide them all out of the room, your children protesting loudly. You dropped your head to your chest, a tear falling before you sniffed and blinked, focusing back on your wife. “Anna? Can you hear me? I need you to last a few minutes. Just a few more-” You reach a hand up, gently stroking her face, “Please baby, I can’t do this without you.”

Anna’s eyes flickered open and she smiled softly at you, reaching a hand up, she stroked the skin underneath your eye, “You’ve got such pretty eyes,” She muttered, voice pained, “Love you,” Your eyes widened when the hand on your cheek went limp, falling to her chest. 

“Sir? Sir, I need you to move,” Your head snapped up. Paramedics. You nodded, scrambling up.

“Er, female, thirty five, multiple wounds, um- she-”

“It’s okay, your colleagues filled us in.” One of the paramedics said, before turning to Anna.

“Save her. Please.”

“We’ll do everything we can.” 

“Please.” You say once more. “I can’t do this without her.”

A hand gently rests on your shoulder, “Let’s give them some space to work.” Hotch. You nod, letting him guide you out of the room, into the one next door. He knew you wouldn’t be able to be level headed with your children for a moment. “Just let it all out, whatever you need to do, do it.” He said, “I’ll be outside.” He knew not to leave you alone right now, but wanted to give you the space you needed. 

When he’s gone you collapse onto the floor, now that you were alone, your strength had immediately left you. You just sit there, for a minute. You could still feel the warmth of her hand, her blood soaked your hands and your clothes. How were you supposed to talk to your kids like this? You wipe the blood off your hands, onto your shirt.  

When you emerge from the room, Hotch looks at you softly, “I’ll drive you to the hospital,”

You don’t argue, simply nodding and whispering a thank you as you begin to follow him out of the building. “Can I borrow your jacket?” You ask hesitantly, “I don’t want the kids to see-” You motion to the blood on your shirt. Hotch nods and immediately shrugs it off, handing it to you with a small smile. You quickly throw it on and zip it up, you needed to see your kids. They’re all sat in the back of a separate ambulance, all huddled together with a blanket wrapped around them all. Guilt pangs at your chest. You should be there, comforting them. 

JJ leaves their side, leaving them in the protection of Morgan and heads over to you and Hotch. You give a weak smile as she approaches you. “JJ, can- can you and Garcia watch them?” You say, running a hand over your face. “I’ll talk to them, but then I need to- I need to go to the hospital,”

“Hey,” JJ says softly, placing a hand on your arm, “Of course we’ll watch them.” She turns her gaze to Hotch, “Keep us updated.” Hotch gives her a nod.

You take a deep breath before heading over to your children, the two younger ones are crying and you can tell Amy and Jake are trying to keep it together for their younger siblings. Morgan leaves you, knowing that this is a private family moment, but he places a comforting hand on your shoulder as he passes you. “How is she?”

“We don’t know,” You answer honestly, “I’m heading to the hospital, you’re going to go with Aunty Penny and Aunty JJ, they’re going to look after you. But I’ll make sure you all know what’s going on, okay?”

“We’re not going with them-”

“We need to go with you-”

“I want mummy-”

“Where’s mummy-”

You take a sharp breath, “Hey, I know you want her, and you want to go,” You say softly, “But I don’t know how long it’s going to be before we know anything and you can’t all stay there,”

“It’s alright, dad,” Amy says, voice filled with anxiety, “We’ll go with Aunty Penny and Aunty JJ,”

“Thank you,” You reply, placing a kiss on each of their heads. “Uncle Aaron’s driving me to the hospital, I’ll call soon, okay?” When they nod, you turn to JJ who comes up to your children with a reassuring smile, ushering them all into your car. Handing her the keys, you give her a small thank you before you head over to Hotch. 

The receptionist motions for you to wait in the waiting room, you’re not happy about it, but there’s not exactly anything you can do, so you take a seat whilst Hotch thanks her for her time and joins you. You’re a mess, leg constantly bouncing, biting at your nails, picking at your skin, anything you could do to try and manage your anxiety, you were doing. Hotch didn’t say anything, he simply let you cope however you needed to. 

When the doctor arrives, half an hour later, you feel your stomach swirl. This was too soon, surely they’d take longer to do the surgery? He motions for you both to follow him, he leads you into a separate room, asking you to take a seat. You refuse with the shake of your head. No. You needed to stand, you couldn’t sit still right now. You watch as the doctor takes a deep breath.

“I’m sorry for your loss.” You can’t give yourself time to grieve. Not now.

You look up at the doctor, “And the baby?” The look he gives you feels suffocating, throat tightening. You felt like you couldn’t breathe. “Can I see her? Please.” He looks hesitant, but nods nonetheless. 

“Before you do, we tried to save the baby, we performed an emergency c-section…” The doctor trails off, unsure how to continue.

“Am I able to see her too?” 

“Of course.” Hotch gives you an encouraging nod, telling you he’d be right outside if you needed anything, you gave a small nod of thanks and then walked into the room.

Anna’s pale, laid neatly on the table. They’ve covered her, but the doctor pulls down the cloth so you can see her face and neck - stopping at her chest, and resting on her chest is your baby girl, laid softly. She looks peaceful, almost like she’s sleeping. The doctor turns to leave. 

“Can I-” You pause for a moment, “Am I able to hold her?”

The doctor gives you a sympathetic smile and nods, explaining you’d need to wear an apron, mask, and gloves and you fumble these on as quickly as you can. You gather your baby, placing her on your chest as you sit down on a close by chair, supporting her head as you do. You move the cloth ever so slightly to reveal Anna’s hand, clutching it in yours, pulling a stool next to you - knowing that you would not be ready to leave her for a while. 

“I am so sorry, baby,” Are the first words out of your mouth. “I tried to get there as soon as possible, I swear, I tried so fucking hard.” You press on, ignoring how it wavers. You needed to say this. She needs to know. 

“The kids were in the car, I- I got to you as soon as I could, I tried to stop the bleeding, I tried everything- And I’m so so sorry you didn’t get to see the outside world, little one,” You say, rubbing your thumb in soothing circles over your baby’s back. “I’m so sorry, you would have been a force to be reckoned with and I’m sorry I wasn’t good enough to save you.”

You turned your gaze to the baby on your chest. “I know I wanted to name her Chloe, but you’re right, Charlotte is so much better.” You half expect Anna to laugh, pointing at you with a smirk exclaiming how she knew it, that she was right. “I think Charlotte is a beautiful name and suits her wonderfully. And I think she would have accomplished the most amazing things if she was given the chance.” 

You sat in silence for a moment. “So much for saving others, huh?” You laugh bitterly, “I help save all these people but I couldn’t even save you.” 

“I’m sorry I wasn’t good enough.” You don’t know how long it’s been, but it must have been a while. 

“I have no idea what to tell the kids,” You mumble, “How do I tell them this? How can I even begin to explain what happened? What you went through? When I got the call I begged him to let you go, begging him to let me take your place. And they saw, they snuck past JJ and they saw you. I don’t know how much they saw, but they saw you and I’m so sorry, I can’t begin to tell you how sorry I am, I tried so hard but fell short - yet again.” 

More time passes before the door opens. “(Y/N)?” You turn to the voice.

“Would have thought you’d have gone home by now,” You comment quietly. Hotch shakes his head. 

“Garcia phoned, they’re asking for you.”

“How- What do I even tell them? How do I even tell them?”

“I don’t know.” 

You stand up, hesitant. You didn’t want to go. But you knew your other children needed you, Charlotte had her mother protecting her, she would be okay. You place her back on her mother’s chest. She’s clean, they both are. And so, you press a delicate kiss on each of their foreheads.

“Goodbye for now, I love you both so so much, and I am so so sorry.”

As you’re walking to the door, you’re trying desperately to stem the tears but you can’t find it in you to care too much. You rip the gloves, mask, and apron off and dump them in the nearest PPE bin before turning to Hotch. Hotch also insists on driving you back to your house, it only made sense considering you didn’t have your car with you.

You unlock the door, letting Hotch go in first. You’re procrastinating, he knows it and you know it. But he doesn’t say anything. You walk into the living room and JJ and Garcia leave with Hotch, making their way into the kitchen, probably to make some tea for the adults and some chocolate milk for the children. 

You kneel down in front of them, taking a deep breath. “Mummy was really really hurt,” You began, ignoring how your voice breaks. Amy sniffs, already knowing where this was going. “And the doctors and nurses did everything they could, but she didn’t make it.”

“She’s not coming back?” Ethan asks softly.

You shake your head, “No, sweetheart, she’s not,”

“And Charlotte?” Amy asks, she always was one to take her mother’s side when it came to picking her siblings’ names. You turned your head towards her, she’s crying, they all are. You gently shake your head. Their crying turns louder until they’re sobbing.

“I know, I know,” You mumbled, gathering them all into your arms, “I know, I’ve got you,” You don’t let yourself cry yet. Not yet. You could grieve when you knew your children were okay. You had to make sure they were okay. One by one, the younger children start to drift to sleep, Maisie first, then Ethan, and then Jake. You turn to Amy, still sobbing gently into your shoulder, “I know,” You mumble, “I know,”

She sobs for a moment later before sitting up, facing you, she doesn’t bother to wipe the tears from her cheeks. “Dad?” 

“Yeah, sweetheart?”

“It’s not your fault.” Her voice is strong, “This isn’t your fault.” You blink back the tears, taking in a deep breath. 

“Thank you,” Your voice isn’t as strong and you pull her into her arms. 

“We’ll manage,” She whispers, “It’ll be hard, but we’ll manage.”

Soon enough, Amy’s asleep too. You shift carefully, moving them one by one and soon, they’re all laid comfortably on the couch and you stand, making your way slowly to the kitchen. You needed something to drink, you were hungry but you don’t think you can manage anything to eat just yet. So you settle for orange juice. 

You furrowed your eyebrows, seeing Hotch sat at the counter, reading something on his phone. “You should go home.” You mumble, walking past him and to the fridge. 

“JJ and Garcia made tea but it’s probably cold by now,” He said softly, “They also made chocolate milk for the kids, I put it in the fridge when they left - they said sorry for leaving but Will was swamped with the kids and Garcia needed to feed Sergio.”

You give an awkward smile, “Thanks, for everything,” You say, turning to the fridge. Your breath leaves you for a moment when you see a note on the fridge from Anna:

‘Don’t forget lunch again, you doofus! Xx’ 

You knew you’d cry eventually, that it would catch up with you and when it did, it wouldn’t be pretty. But you really didn’t think you’d be on your kitchen floor, sobbing, with Hotch trying to comfort you. Definitely not how you were expecting it to happen. “I miss them, I already miss them so fucking much,” You mumble, “How am I supposed to cope? It hurts, Hotch, it physically fucking hurts,”

“I know,” Hotch mumbled, “I’m here, shh, I’m here,”

[iamfruitie]

Kinktober 2023 Day 27

Kitchen

Are you sure everyone is out for the night?

Ye

Are you SURE

Ure alone 2nit

JJ felt a wave of relief hit him after confirming with Chase that no one would be home and he could follow through with his plan. Well ‘his’ was used loosely since it was something he overheard Phantom talking about with Marvin during the last brat club meeting, and he decided to add his own little twist to it. 

He made his way to the kitchen with a big smile, sending another text. This time, it was to Wilford. 

I made a sweet treat and I’d love for you to come over and have some <3

JJ wasn’t expecting a text back, Wilford usually didn’t bother if he was going to see the person he was messaging soon. While that moment of waiting happened, JJ got himself into position, standing at the counter and pretending to be adding the finishing touches to the treats he’d already prepared. He was also more than ready for those threats to not be eaten for a while. 

“Hello, blueberry!” Wilford greeted in his usual boastful fashion. “How are-”  It was a rarity for Wilford to be caught off guard, let alone be at a loss for words, but the sight that greeted him when he appeared in the Septiceye kitchen made him speechless. 

“Yes?” JJ giggled as he looked over his shoulder, projecting his voice into Wilford’s head with an air of fake innocence. He was wearing an apron; a cute, pink frilly apron with swirly hearts across the fabric. 

And that was all he was wearing. 

Well, almost all since when he bent over the counter a little to pick up something from the back, Wilford could see a pink, heart-shaped gem tucked between JJ’s cheeks. He knew that meant JJ had a plug inside him and was more than ready for whatever reaction Wilford would have. 

“Oh, my sweet, sweet, buttercup~” Wilford walked over to JJ, placing a hand on the small of his back, and slowly slid it down until he got a handful of ass. “Is this the treat you were talking about?” JJ shivered and nodded his head, taking a light step with one foot to spread his legs as Wilford’s hand went for the base of the plug. “I am more than happy to enjoy this treat.” Wilford took hold of the plug and started slowly thrusting it, loving the way JJ moaned and arched toward the pleasure. “I bought you this plug, didn’t I? Cute thing, nice and thick.” He spoke casually as he continued to fuck JJ with the toy. 

“W-Wil, please. I need you.” JJ panted out, looking at Wilford with wide, pleading eyes. “The plug is nothing compared to how big you are.” He’s spent enough time prepping everything and he was so worked up from it all. “Please~” 

“Now how could I say no to you?” Wilford slowly pulled the plug out and JJ whined from the sudden emptiness. “Don’t worry, blueberry, I’ll give you exactly what you want soon.” He kissed the back of JJ’s neck as he moved to stand behind him and undid his belt. Wilford lifted his head when JJ opened a drawer and he couldn’t help the laugh that came out as he watched a hidden bottle of lube be pulled out. “You really are prepared.” He teased, slipping his suspenders off his shoulders. 

“I got hungry.” JJ handed Wilford the bottle and pressed his ass against Wilford, biting back a moan from feeling how hard Wilford already was. “Very hungry.” 

“I can tell.” Wilford chuckled, winking at JJ when he placed the lube on the curve of his back to use both hands to finish undoing his pants and tugging them and his undergarments down just enough to free his cock. “I know, I know, you’re not a table.” He said before JJ could and figured he would earn forgiveness by kissing the back of JJ’s neck again, gently scraping his teeth against the skin. JJ seemed to accept the apology right away as he leaned toward the kisses. “I really like this apron,” Wilford spoke into JJ’s ear, getting himself covered in lube and lining up. “So cute and soft~” He continued his praise as he slowly pushed in, grinning at the mewl-like sound that came out of JJ, one of few sounds his vocal cords would create. “But nothing feels as good as you.” 

“W-Wil, Wil please~” JJ’s projected voice was shaky. That stretch from Wilford was almost addicting. 

“My darling, blueberry.” Wilford nearly purred as he got a firm grip on JJ’s hips and started rolling his own. He just barely moved himself, unable to help from teasing JJ a little bit since he was so weak for his pleads. 

“Wilford, Wilford, please. I need more, please~” JJ whined, trying to rock back. 

“Get a good grip on the counter’s edge,” Wilford warned with a chuckle before tightening his hold even more and finally thrusting how JJ wanted. 

“Oh, Wil~!” JJ’s eyes rolled back, dull nails scraping against the marble counter as he held on for dear life, adoring every sharp movement of Wilford’s hips, feeling every perfect spot inside of him getting brushed against. He spread his legs a little more and let out a heavy breath at Wilford fucking him even harder and deeper at his action.  

“You always feel so good, Jamesy~” Wilford nearly purred, not missing a beat as he slid his hands up to feel the curve of JJ’s waist. “Always so perfect.” He loved how that got another mewl-like sound from JJ, his tongue rolling out of his mouth as he began to pant. Wilford saw the flush on JJ’s cheeks, the darkness of lust in his eyes, and the little twitch of his nose that happened whenever he was getting close. “Go on, blueberry, cum for me, make a mess, and then I’ll take us to your bed and I’ll fuck you until the sun rises~” 

“I-I-oh~!” JJ couldn’t even get a response out, cumming with a squeaking noise only Wilford had ever heard, knuckles going white and matching the counter. 

“Good boy.” Wilford kissed JJ’s cheek as he slowed his hips to a stop. “Do you want more?” 

“Y-Yes. Yes, pl-please.” JJ’s projected voice was soft and stuttering. 

“I’ll take such good care of you.” Wilford half-sang and sent himself and JJ away, leaving the mess in the kitchen to be cleaned in the morning. 

[piglet26]

Underrated Reylo Moments

Kylo Ren

He had reacted poorly to what had happened earlier, and that had been reflected in the Supreme Leader’s judgment. To add to the discomfort, that slimy sycophant Hux always seemed to appear at the most awkward possible moment.

He gritted his teeth, angry at himself. It was a measure of his current weakness that something like jealousy toward an insignificant simpleton like Hux could even enter his mind. It was nothing but a waste of physical energy and mental concentration. Hux—Hux was not worthy of such attention.

The girl, on the other hand…

Rey

Even as [Kylo] callously rifled through her mind, he had somehow revealed his own. Rey found herself in his mind even as he invaded hers. She felt his rage...But she also felt his hurt, and his loneliness. And his fear...Kylo had retreated at finding Rey in his head - had practically fled from her. But that had not been the end of that strange, sudden connection. She had seen more - far more...It was as if his training had become hers, unlocking and flinging open door after door in her mind...Kylo had urged her to let him be her teacher - had pleaded with her, almost.”

Rian Johnson 

 I don't think that he's playing chess there. I think that this is something that he genuinely saw, and genuinely believes that because of this connection [they share], basically. It's less like, 'I can use this on her.' It's more, 'Oh my god, we have this in common, this is more of a kindred spirit that even she realizes.'" [...]It's a very naked, open, emotional appeal. It's his version of, 'I'm just a girl standing in front of a guy'...

Kevin Smith (Filmmaker/Actor):

 "You can tell, he genuinely cares about her."

This is just the truth

"His relationship with Rey is one of equals, a constant tug of war and peace.[...] As they battle for each other’s hearts and minds."

Leia/Rey

Standing at the foot of the ramp, an uncertain and uneasy Leia found herself fiddling with the seals on the front of the jacket Rey was wearing. Foolish nonsense, she told herself even as she continued. Unworthy of her status and position. But it felt so right, and so natural, to be doing so.

“I’m proud of what you’re about to do,” she told the girl. 

Rey replied in all seriousness. “But you’re also afraid. In sending me away, you’re—reminded.”

Leia straightened. “You won’t share the fate of our son.”

Script

Trepidation flashes across Rey's eyes......Kylo Ren nearly touches her face........ They're both surprised: they react to a feeling that passes between them. -- An energy they recognize in each other.

And then it's gone. Adversaries again.

Rey/Kylo Ren

Rey

"Let him think she'd given up--he'd soon discover otherwise. Jakku had trained her to do two things better than anyone else could. The first was to salvage broken things. The second was to wait."

Leia

“Ben as a toddler, forever following Han. Carrying the dice from the Millennium Falcon - the ones his father had used to win the beloved, battered freighter - and promising anyone who’d listen that one day he would be a pilot, too, like his daddy."

Rey

“She had felt so alone, all those nights. But never as alone as she did staring at her own reflection, beneath the island in the cold and the dark. When the tears finally ebbed, Rey lifted her head. She knew who she had to talk to about the cave, about what she had sought and what it had shown her - someone who would understand how solitude and loss could eat away at you until there was nothing left.”

Kylo Ren

“Kylo Ren knew who was in the escape pod even before it opened with a hiss of vapor - her presence had been a steady pulse from the Force...”

JJ Abrams ('The Force Awakens' Co-Writer/Director)

"So the idea here is that Kylo Ren’s gotten inside of Rey’s head, sees that she has seen the map and is now letting go of the droid as his goal, and focusing just on her. And clearly you think, well he must be able to just extract the information he wants now. But because he’s taken her, you get a sense that there might be something else going on here."

Rachael (JournaloftheStarWars.com) 

"There is no mention of Snoke or even the Dark side – Kylo is intent only on Rey, and the offer he makes is an offer made between the two of them [...] his regard for and fascination with Rey win out over his duty to Snoke. He selfishly wants her to himself"

Matt Martin (LucasFilm)

"He actually spent a lot of time shirtless, just hoping for that connection to kick in." - think this is a bit cheeky

Michael Semanick

"Rian wanted the rain and fire to peel away as their hands were getting closer. Having a big sound there just didn’t have the intimacy that the scene demanded. It can be so hard to get the balance right to where the audience is feeling the same thing as the characters. I wanted the audience to lean in and feel those hands about to connect. When you take the sound out and the music out, then it’s just two hands coming together slowly. It was about finding that balance to make the audience feel like they’re in that moment, in that little hut, and they’re about to touch and see into each other’s souls, so to speak. That was a challenge, but it was fun because when you get it, and you see the audience react, everyone feels good about that scene."

Joanna Robinson (Vanity Fair)

"I can say no moment draws more audible gasps and applause than when Adam Driver’s Kylo Ren and Daisy Ridley’s Rey whirl around in brief slow-motion, stand back-to-back, and take on a room of their shared enemies together.

DAISY RIDLEY

"I think he is redeemable. He does the right thing, in order to help her.

William Shakespeare, Jedi the Last

"Two bodies in a swift, majestic dance, Made for this fight, this moment, and this chance."

[nightmaremp]

Weremayhem: Songs of Beasts. Ch 53: Music Finds a Way

Nora was on the side of the road. Her car had died on her. She was on the phone with JJ but her phone died on her too. The black haired female huffed in anger. It was like everything was falling down on her. 

“Great. Maybe a little plan wouldn’t have been the worst idea” Label Lady said to herself. She stands with her hands on her hips. Suddenly Nora starts to hear music from afar. She could tell it was some type of rock music. The black haired female turned to face the road as she saw something coming. 

It was the mayhem’s bus with speakers on the roof. Animal was on the roof too with his drum set. He was playing with the music. 

“What the…” Nora starts to say. She was in shock. A smile starts to form on her face as she sees it was the electric mayhem. On the left side of the bus, Lips and Zoot were playing their saxophone and trumpet. The right side, Floyd and Janice play their guitars. Dr. Teeth was driving the bus as he sang. 

“That is so illegal” said the black haired female. “But so awesome,” she added with a huge smile on her face. The bus pulled over in front of her. The door opens and Moog walks out of the bus with a smile on his face. 

“The Electric Mayhem has arrived” said the black haired male. Nora’s sister walks out right behind him. 

“But how?” replied Nora. 

“You’ve got Red to thank for that” replied Hannah with a smile on her face. 

“Animal?” replied Label Lady. The drummer laughs as he shakes his head yes. 

“What could he have possibly said to get through to you guys?” Nora asked in disbelief. A short flashback shows Animal yelling “Nora gone” happens then it ends. 

“The fact is, for all you’ve done for all of us, we can’t let you give up your dream,” said Floyd Pepper. 

“Aw!” said the black haired female with a soft smile. 

“Also, Lips thought you were dead,” said Janice. 

“Yeah, yeah” added Animal. 

“Aw. Okay” replied Label Lady. 

“And from the first moment I met you, Nobu, I knew that someday that you were gonna change all of us here for the better” replied Lips. 

“But now, I know that you’re…” he started to add before his mumbles became hard to understand. The blonde male put his hand over his heart. 

“This was, like, the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to…” Nora started to say before she realized that she understand the trumpet player. 

“Oh my God! I understood Lips!” she said in shock. 

“Well, that’s cause you’re one of us. You’re family now, Dorothy” replied Zoot. 

“You, like, always have a seat on our bus” said Janice with a smile. 

“So, hop abroad, Labels. We got places to be and people to rock” said Teeth. 

“Let’s roll to the Bowl!” added Floyd. 

“Hey, guys, I hate to tell you this but the show was canceled” replied the black haired female. 

“No one’s gonna be there,” she added. 

“No one or everyone?” replied the ginger haired male. The band started to chuckle with joy. 

“No one’s gonna be there.” She doesn’t know what she’s talking about” said Lips with a laugh. Nora looks confused and looks at Hannah and Moog. 

Later, they arrived at the Hollywood Bowl, playing on stage. The place was packed full of people. They were playing “Join Together” , the same song that they were playing on the road to find Nora. The band’s outfits were shiny and had some stones to make the clothes shine like a diamond in the stage lights. 

Label Lady, Hannah, and Moog were backstage with Lewis and Annie. The crowd was cheering with joy. “All right, Hollywood Bowl!” said the doc into the microphone. 

“Yeah!” replied Floyd with a smirk. 

“We am again, is once more, are still and will always be, they whom are known as the eternally reunited after being briefly divided Electric Mayhem! “ the red haired male said with a smile on his face. The crowd cheers again. 

Backstage, JJ suddenly appears. He walked up to the five. “Hey, hey! Welcome back to music!” he said with a smile on his face. 

“JJ? Wha…I didn’t expect you to still show up” replied Nora in shock. 

“I always got your back, Smoosh” he replied with a smirk. 

“Don’t call me that” replied the black haired female. 

“So, is this the part where you say “Let’s just be friends?” JJ asked. 

“I mean, I’d really like that,” she replied with a soft smile. Moog smiles a bit, he still have a chance with Nora. 

“Yeah, me, too. Well, I’ll see you around, Nora” replied the ex-lover. 

“See ya, Smoosh” she replied with a smirk. 

“Don’t call me that” he replied with a laugh before he left backstage. 

“He should be call “Road Kill” said Lewis under his breath. 

“Lewis no” replied Label Lady with a soft laugh. 

“As exciting as it is to set sail on our own, we realized, without each other, we’re all just a bit lost at sea.” said Dr. Teeth on stage. 

“Allow me to use this opportunity to give a most enthusimitastic shout-out to my mama and daddy” He added with a smile. 

“Tonight’s their very first official Electric Mayhem concert” said the good doctor. 

“Hey, Mama! Hey, Daddy!” he added as he waved to them. 

Tina and Gerald were sitting at the special seating area so they could get a good view of the band. Teeth’s father had a nasty scar over the eye that skekRey cut. He also has bandages over the hand that was stabbed through. Teeth’s mother only has a little bit of bandages showing on her shoulder due to her black t-shirt, the shirt was covered in pins. Gerald also has the same black t-shirt with the electric mayhem on it. 

Teeth’s siblings were there too. Liam was in a leather jacket with Rose under the table to keep the bright lights away from her eyes. Luna was wearing a dark blue sparkly dress with some blue eyeliner on her eyelids. Flora was wearing a t-shirt with the mayhem’s logo. Xavier was wearing just a red t-shirt. 

“That’s my boy” said Tina Teeth with a small tear in her eyes, her voice was weak but had pride in it. She was proud of her son. A big smile was on her face. 

“I, uh, never thought I’d see them there in the crowd, cheering me on” said Dr. Teeth. He couldn’t believe that this was real. His parents were here even after being hurt by hunters to save Lewis, Annie, and Animal. The good doctor’s voice was weak, he started to tear up a bit. 

The ginger haired male shakes his head a bit as he tries to collect his words. His voice starts to break as he speaks again. “And it’s all thanks to one special friend,” he added. 

“Oh, man” he mumbled under his breath as he shook his head again. The doc took a deep breath. 

“It’s okay, Doc. Just speak from the heart” said Janice with a soft smile on her face. He nods with a soft smile forming on his face. 

“Yeah” he softly said before looking at the crowd. 

“This song is dedicated to a lady who’s been taking care of her family her whole life” Teeth said as he looked over at Nora. 

“Nora! Nora!” yelled Animal as he jumped up and down. 

“But now, you got this family to take care of you” said the ginger haired male. Label Lady started to tear up a bit. It touched her heart. 

Dr. Teeth started to play his keyboard, piano ballad filled the air. He started to sing “Believe in us” The spotlight was only shining on him. Rock guitar riffs start to play as Janice plays her guitar. The spotlight shines down on her too. 

Animal starts to beat his drums as the crowd starts to cheer. Then rest join into the song. Floyd starts to sing as he looks at his lover, Janice. Label Lady smiles as they play. She can feel the love from the band. 

Lewis smiles as he watches the band play, his family play. He started to tear up too. The chorus people came out and  started to sing. “And cue the fireworks” said Moog with a smile on his face. 

The fireworks light up the night sky. The crowd cheers with joy. Tina and Gerald were shocked but amazed by the beautiful fireworks. Liam gasps as he sees the colors in the sky, the first time he sees fireworks. He normally stays inside to comfort his king cobra, Princess. Luna and Flora throw their hands up in the air and let out joy filled screams. 

“Whoo-hoo!” said Tina as she threw her hands up in the air but quickly put them back down to the healing scar on her waist. 

At a different table, Penny and Zakai were enjoying the fireworks in the sky. “Wow!” yelled Mrs. Waxman with joy in her voice. 

“Its beautiful” said Mr. Waxman with a soft smile. “Like you” he added as he looked at his wife. The pink haired female blushes and gives him a quick kiss on the cheek. 

“You’re too sweet for your own good.” she said with a soft smile. 

“And you’re too spicy for your own good,” he replied with a soft chuckle. 

Meanwhile backstage, Hannah watches the fireworks. “How am I not posting this right now?” she asked in shock. 

“Cause you’re living it” replied her sister with a smirk on her face. As the band plays, Nora hugs Moog, her sister, Lewis, and Annie with a huge smile on her face. 

After the show, Dr. Teeth stops his parents in the parking lot. “Mama and Daddy?” he asked with his hat in his hands. 

“Yes, Junior?” replied Tina as she turned to face her oldest son. The ginger haired male took a deep breath. 

“Thank you for saving Animal and my son from the hunters. I know I shouldn’t have left them. I should’ve stayed and been a good dad but I failed. I..I let the damn phone take over my brain. I let it ruin my family. Now, I’m willing to be the dad that my kids need and the pal that Animal need. It's something I need to do. I..I can’t thank you too much because you did something that I should’ve done.” said Junior. 

“Junior, I’m glad that you got some sense in that head of yours.” replied Gerald with a huff. 

“And that you take the time to thank us for saving your friend and our grandson” he added as he hugged Teeth. The ginger haired male hugged his father back with some tears in his eyes. Tina hugged the two. 

The next day, the band was at the album shop. They were looking at their album. “Whoa!” said the band in shock. 

“We, like, totally did it” said Janice with a smile on her face. Floyd and the doc nod their heads. 

“Did what?” asked Zoot as he rested his arm on the stack of albums. 

“I can now say without fabrication or hesitation, this truly is the greatest achievement of my lifetime” said Dr. Teeth with a huge smile on his face. 

“Fer sure. Now, let’s, like, buy every single copy and totally give them out for free” replied the blonde female. 

“Yes. Let’s do that” replied Floyd Pepper. 

“No, no, no, no. Don’t do that” Nora quickly said. 

“Don’t!” said Animal as he looked at the saxophonist. 

“Although, I’ve been thinking. Now, that we have a legit album, we actually have a reason to go on tour” said Label Lady. 

“What do you mean “we?” asked the red haired male as he looked up the black haired female. 

“Well, a proper tour requires a proper manager” replied Nora. 

“So, I was thinking that we could include me,” she added. 

“Me?” asked the drummer. Floyd whispers into the wild man’s ear. The band kept whispers between each other. 

The doc clears his throat. “I believe I speak for everyone when I say, “Well, all right!” said Teeth with a huge smile on his face. 

“You rock that spot!” said Floyd Pepper as the band cheered. 

“Let’s go do it,” said Nora with a smile on her face. The band started to leave the store. The black haired female quickly turned her head. “Wait, now?” she asked. 

“Yeah!” replied the band. 

“Road trip!” yelled Animal as he jumped up and down. 

“Let’s go!” said the red haired male as he walked behind Zoot. Moog stay behind in the store. 

“We’re leaving right now?” Label Lady asks the mayhem. She noticed the black haired male staying behind in the store. The black haired female walk over to him. 

“Hey, you coming or what?” asked Nora. 

“You know, the concert’s over. You guys are going on tour” replied Moog. 

“So, you know, it’s back to following the band,” he added with a soft smile. The black haired female let out a soft laugh and shook her head a bit. 

“You’re with the band” replied Label Lady with a soft smile on her face. 

“I’m with the band?” Moog asked in a little bit of shock. She nods. A huge smile covers his face. The joy washed over his body. The two start to get close, about to kiss. 

Until Animal got between them. “Road trip! Road trip! Road trip!” yelled the drummer with joy. The wild man quickly run off back outside the store. 

“Right, we should… We’ve got to…” Label Lady starts to say as blush covers her face. 

“Yeah” replied the mayhem fan with blush on his cheeks. 

Later after coming back from the store, the band was packing up the bus for the tour. “There you go” said Teeth as he helped Lips  with some things into the bus through one of the windows. 

“A little more. Little more. There it is” said the good doctor. 

“Little more?” asked the blonde male. 

“Thank you” said the ginger haired male as he set the case down. He poke his head back out to give his lover a quick kiss on the cheek. The trumpet player blushes before leaving to get more things. 

“Ooh, don’t forget the marshmallows” said Janice as she stuck her head out of the back seat window. Nora closes the back of the bus as Hannah walks over to her, her sister was holding the family photos book. 

“Here. Don’t forget your photo album. Little piece of home for the road” said Hannah as she handed it to her sister. 

“Thank you. You know, I’m gonna miss you so much” replied Nora with a soft smile. 

“I’m going to miss you crashing on  my couch,” replied Nora’s sister. 

“No, you’re not,” replied Label Lady with a smirk. 

“No. No, I’m not” Hannah replied with a chuckle. 

“Just remember, I was the original Fanahannah” replied Hannah’s sister. The two hug each other for the last time. 

Inside the bus, Moog looks at the photos on the ceiling of the bus. “Home, sweet bus” said Dr. Teeth as he sits in the driver seats. 

“That’s right,” replied Floyd Pepper. 

“Wow. I still can’t get over all these old photos” said the black haired male with a smile on his face. 

“Yeah, I took those with my first camera. The band gave it to me, but I forget why?” replied Zoot as he looked up. He spotted a photo of Lewis when he was three years old. The dark blue haired softy smiled and looked over at the ginger haired boy. Lewis was sleeping with Annie in his arms. 

“Yeah, so he’d remember stuff. That’s why” replied Floyd with a chuckle. The band started to laugh a bit. 

“Well, I remember this and that.” said the saxophonist as he pointed at the photos. 

“And there’s that grilled cheese sandwich I ate that one time,” he added. Nora walks into the bus with a smile on her face. 

“All right, are we good to go?” the black haired female asked. 

“Yeah! Let’s go!” replied Moog with a smile. 

“Nora!” said Animal with a smile on his face. Label Lady picked an empty seat and sat down in it. She was next to Janice and Floyd’s seat. 

“Oh, wow. We’re, like, gonna be roomies again” said the blonde female. 

“Only this time, with everyone wedged into a bus,” she added. 

“Yeah, we’ve been touring around for years without even a map” replied the good doctor. 

“But this tour shall be the psychedlical, truly immersified experience it deserves to be '' he added. 

\”there’s us taking Manhattan” said Zoot as he was still looking at the photos on the ceiling. 

“Yeah…” Lips started to say before it turned into mumbles. “And change the world!” he added. 

“You know, Lips is right. We are gonna change the world” replied Nora with a smile on her face. The blonde male nods. 

“One concert at a time,” she added. 

“Hey, Nora. Aren’t you forgetting we’re broke, and tours cost a fortune?” asked Moog. 

“Oh! There’s Penny giving me all that cash for that album we never did” said the dark blue haired male as he pointed to a picture of Penny giving him the money. 

“Wait, Zoot. Would this be the photo of the money you lost?” asked Label Lady as she took down a photo of Zoot with the money. 

“Yep. And there’s me stuffing the cash into a giant sack” he replied as he pointed to a photo of him with the sack of money. 

“Oh, yeah, and there’s me hiding that giant sack on that old tour bus we had.” the saxophonist added. 

“Sweet cream corn!” yelled Floyd. 

“The photos are a veritable treasure map of Zoot’s memory” the red haired male added. 

“Fan out and search, everybody!” he yelled. Everyone quickly searched high and low for the money. 

“Ah! Found it!” yelled Nora as she pulled the sack out to show everyone. 

“You did it!” replied Floyd Pepper with a huge smile on his face. The band all cheered with joy. Animal was still looking for it. 

“You were saying? Magic of the Mayhem, baby” the black haired female said to the mayhem fan. 

“Well, now, who’s ready to get rolling so we can start rocking?” asked Teeth. 

“You know I am!” yelled the red haired male. 

“I’m in!” yelled Janice. 

“Well then, there’s only one thing left to do” replied the doc. 

“And what is that, oh, fearless leader?” asked Floyd Pepper. 

“We take this show on the road” replied Dr. Teeth as he shut the bus’ door and started the bus. 

“Disney plus is gonna love this” said the red haired male said as the bus started to move down the driveway. 

“Bye-bye” said the drummer with a smile on his face as he looked out the back windows. Suddenly the engine stops. “Whoa!” said the wild man as his head hit the glass. 

“Oh!” yelled the band as they saw steam leaving the hood of the bus. 

“What the,,,” the trumpet player said as he looked out of his window. He quickly sat back down as he felt his stomach feeling weird again. 

“What happened?” asked Floyd. 

“Uh-oh” said Animal. 

The End. 

[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

Scared to Death: Part Three

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.9k

Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there is any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them. If you’ve seen the show, then it’s the same level of angst unless otherwise stated

"Okay, we know this guy used Wildwood Trail as his personal graveyard for six months. That site's been blown for him now, which means that he's been forced to change part of his MO," Derek starts off the profile meeting. "Which won't be easy for somebody who thrives on being in control. The reason that he's gotten away with these first three murders is that he's been meticulous at every stage, from how he chooses his victims to their torture and their burial."

"To us, his victims appear to be nonspecific. Other than being new to Portland, all they seem to have shared was a torturous death," Emily adds.

"You think the unsub chooses them for another reason?" Bill asks.

"We think so."

"The tortures lack a sexual component, which is incredibly rare. I think it's more about not necessarily about exerting power, but more like overcompensating for a lack of it," Spencer explains.

"This guy craves control. He's coming from a place of weakness, trying to demonstrate strength. Now we see this a lot in unsubs who've been abused. The lack of sexual assault could be as simple as the fact that he's impotent, something that he's trying to hide," you say.

"A man who is obsessed with control most likely feels powerless in his everyday life. So, he would crave stability and security. He's most likely married. If he is impotent, he could keep up appearances by adopting children."

"Yeah, and someone this methodical has every moment planned. If he is captured, he'd most likely take his own life rather than give up any sort of control."

"The victims' lack of defensive wounds suggest that they willingly put themselves in danger. So, someone of authority or otherwise easily trusted put them up to this," you note. "Also, the victims' families were led to believe their loved ones were alive and well through emails written by this murderer."

"He's calculating, and he's intelligent, and we're going to have to do something that he's not expecting."

"Like what?" Bill wonders.

"Like warn his potential victims."

JJ sets up a press conference immediately after the briefing is over so she can control the media by using them to get to the public. She will be releasing the profile to them, and you have a TV in the station to watch her. You know that there will be some people watching who will call to give up information. It may not be accurate information, but you know that her message is working.

"We found the remains of four victims on Wildwood Trail. Two women and two men, all in their twenties, all transferred to Portland. Because the victims have this in common, we are confident that the person we're looking for latches on to people new to the city. He chooses them because they make for easier targets. If you are young and new to Portland, or if you know someone that is, please call the number on your screen for more detailed information about how to stay out of a dangerous situation. We believe the person that we're looking for is able to fit into many surroundings--"

You're watching JJ on TV when the phone at the desk you're sitting at rings. You reach over and grab the phone, putting it to your ear. Hopefully, this person has useful information. When you answer, you can clearly hear a dog continuously bark in the background.

"Hello?"

"Yes, I didn't know who to call about this. One of my tenants, Patrick Walker, moved to Portland for grad school, and he's been missing." The dog continues to bark, and the woman huffs in annoyance. "Lucy, it's okay. It's okay."

"Ma'am, how long has Patrick been missing?"

"Since this morning. I know that that sounds crazy, but Patrick sticks to a routine. I tease him that he's more predictable than I am. He jogs while I'm watching the morning shows and walks to class with his backpack after that. He--he's always home for lunch. That's when he walks Lucy."

"You're in his apartment right now? Does anything look out of the ordinary? Is his backpack there still?" you ask.

"Yes."

"Well, we know he's not in class then."

"Why would he just leave like this?"

"I don't know. I appreciate you calling and letting us know. I am going to let you talk to one of the officers here so he can gather your information."

You call over an officer and hand over the phone because you have more pressing issues to deal with. You know Patrick is dead, but you hope to God that you're wrong. However, when two hours have passed, you heard of another body popping up. It could very well be Patrick's body, but you have to go to the crime scene to confirm.

You, Emily, and Derek go to the crime scene while the rest of the team stays at the station to work the case from there. The body is found at a nearby lake since the victim has drowned, and since the body is fresh, you'll be able to see the final moments before the victim died.

"Local police ID'd the body. It's Patrick Walker. He's got deep abrasions and bruises on his neck and shoulders," Bill says to you three when you arrive.

"Shit, I knew it," you mutter under your breath.

"I'm going to go see if they found anything else in the water," Derek says.

"I know his landlady called you about this guy missing, but what makes you think this is related?" Bill asks you.

"He fits the profile of our victims. He's the same age, lives alone, and is new to the city. But he wasn't buried like everybody else."

Something isn't right about this case, but you feel like you're right at the tip of things. Patrick is trying to tell you something, and it can only be told if you see him.

"Well, they found a rope at the bottom of the river, but that's probably been there for years. A couple feet out, they found this," Derek says when he comes back, holding up a blue object in his hands. "It's a shepherd's crook. Lifeguards and rescue workers use it."

"Oh, I bet he didn't use it for safety," Emily scoffs.

"We haven't seen any evidence of a struggle with the other bodies. This is the first one." Derek hands off the item to another officer for prepping. "Do you remember any open cases involving suspicious drownings?"

"Since I've been in Portland, we've had two or three. I can call the office and get the files to your other agents. Maybe they can make a connection."

"Thank you."

"I'm going to check out the body," you say.

You grab some gloves on your way down to the water's edge where Patrick's body is. You lean down and touch the area with the bruises, and it's like you're connected to Patrick's spirit. You look toward the water and see someone out there, but only their eyes can be seen. You look down at Patrick's body and force one eye open, realizing that the person in the water is Patrick.

You look back at the spirit of Patrick, staring into his eyes. There is so much emotion and feelings in his eyes. They beg you to listen to his story, but what kind of story would they tell? How he died? How he suffered? He drowned, but why? Could he not swim? If not, why did he get into the water? Did he have a fear of it?

Your eyes widen when you figure out why the MOs are different.

You remove your hands from Patrick and head back to your team, shedding the gloves. Derek has Hotch on the phone to exchange theories about the case.

"Hey, that landlady Y/N spoke to was right to be worried. We just found Patrick Walker dead in a river."

"Fire, hanging, and asphyxiation. Now we've got a drowning."

"I have a theory, Hotch."

"I'm all ears."

"It occurred to me when we almost got stuck in the elevator earlier, but just now, I know it to be true. I saw Patrick's spirit in the water. He wouldn't have gone into the water because he couldn't swim. He couldn't swim because he had a fear of it. I have a fear of being burned alive. All these deaths are associated with a fear or an anxiety of something. A phobia."

"So it's all about fear. These people are being killed by their fears."

"With that being said, our unsub could be a therapist or a psychologist. Someone you might tell your fears to."

"Good work. Head back. I want you guys to scout the area."

You and Spencer were paired together (shocker), and Emily and Derek were paired together. One of the things that your victims have in common are the places that they lived. Someone must have seen something if they all live in the same areas. You and Spencer are in one town while the other two in a neighboring town.

"Spencer, are you doing okay?" you ask, stopping outside of a laundromat.

"Oh, I'm--I'm great."

"Do you want to talk about it?

"Talk about what?"

"Gideon."

You knew from the moment he came to your rescue this morning that he was upset Gideon left a letter instead of saying goodbye in person. You've been wanting to talk about it all day, but you had other things to do.

"Oh, no, he left a letter explaining everything. Just like my dad did when he abandoned me and my mom."

"Spencer," you sigh.

"Yeah, yeah. You know, Gideon stood toe to toe with some of the sickest people on this planet. I think that took a lot of courage, right?"

"Yeah."

"So, why'd he do this? It's addressed to me, but I'm--I'm not--I'm not the only one that he abandoned."

"Spencer, first, Gideon is not your dad. What your dad did is terrible, but Gideon isn't like that and you know it. That man has been through so much, even before we were born. He was never the one to openly talk about his feelings. When Frank took away the last thing he ever had, the last person he ever felt safe with, he couldn't take it anymore. He didn't abandon you or anyone here. There is a reason that he left you and only you a letter. I think you need to reread that letter to find out why."

You lean up and kiss Spencer on the cheek to let him know you're here for him if he needs it. You head into the laundromat to see the kind of people here, giving Spencer some time alone if he needs it. He enters a few seconds later, immediately heading to the vending machines on the back wall.

"Derek said this is the laundromat closest to Patrick Walker's apartment building. So, we have washers and dryers, and we have a bulletin board," you say and stare at the bulletin board covered in papers.

"Snack machine," Spencer grins, holding up a bag of pretzels.

"Yeah, I don't think he's luring them with pretzels." You take a careful look at the board again, noticing something off about it. "Look at this. All of these things are normal, but look at this paper. 'Participate in a controls research project, and you'll receive $100 to get over your anxieties.'"

"You only have to attend two sessions?"

"I guess. It's easy money."

"Just one stub is taken."

"$100 that Patrick took it. Now we know how our unsub is luring his victims to him."

Just then, Derek walks into the laundromat with Emily.

"Hey, well, Patrick Walker just joined a pretty sweet boxing gym, but that's about it. Did you guys find anything? Well, I think we should go over to victim number two's coffee shop, see if any of these are hanging around."

"I think we figured out how he's luring his victims," you say and yank the paper off the bulletin board.

"Let's do it."

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[callsigndragon]

THE BABIES ARE HEREEEEE!!!! YESSS!!! I love Chapter 26!!! It is so sweet and ahhh, just love, love, love it!!!

"Watching Rooster running around the room like a headless chicken would have been funnier if you weren't in so much pain. C-section was scheduled for tomorrow, but apparently, the Bradshaw-Mitchell twins couldn't wait a minute longer." - Rooster the Headless Chicken!!! Hahaha, love it! Also, I guess you could say the twins felt the need... the need for speed... I'll let myself out...

"They have their father's eyes, and Bradley cries when you mention it. While the babies rest on your chest, he kisses your forehead, thanking you over and over again for 'making him the happiest man on Earth'." - ahhhh, my heart!!! The sweetness!!! My goodness!!! I am melted!!! 💗

""Oh, dear, they're here. They're truly here!" Jake mutters softly, his eyes darting from one twin to another. He snorts once he sees the pink bundle in Bradley's arms. "Man, you can't have favorites already."", ""I don't have a favorite, JJ is a mommy's boy, and I can't even hold him. He starts crying." Rooster pouts, looking at his baby boy." - awww, I love Jake's first reaction now he can unleash is uncle side. And poor Bradley having his son cry when he holds him, hahaha, awww. Love that JJ is a mommy's boy already though 💗

""I would cry too if I had to look at that face." Goose says as he stands next to your bed, caressing JJ's cheek with his finger. "Congrats, little Mav."" - I love Goose!!! The nickname for Ash is so sweet!

""Can you read it aloud, dad?"" - you got me with this and the letter!!! My goodness!!! Mav coming clean about his actions and then that letter, my heart!!! And this: - "You see Mav break down. He finally allows himself to be free from the burden that latched onto his heart and wouldn't allow him to breathe. Jake steps in front of Bradley, taking baby Carole from his arms and nodding to Mav. "They need you." Bradley nods and hugs the two men, crying like he did when he realized his babies had his eyes. These three men finally had the closure that they deserved." - it just fills my heart with so much joy and love and, ahhh, it is perfect!!! This whole part is amazing!!! And this: - ""If you hadn't appeared in Bradley's life… this wouldn't be happening. He wouldn't be a dad, Goose and Mav would be arguing still… You and the babies have fixed this family."" - !!!!!!!! MY. HEART!!! Love, love, love, adore this!!!! The family they created is so beautiful and everyone coming together over the twins is just beautiful!!!! My goodness!!!! 💗💗💗

"'Hen Mitchell'" - HEN!!! My goodness!!! They are so considerate! And it is so lovely of them to help Ash/Hen get over the traum and heal!!! Love them!!! The Birdshaws, hahaha! So cute 💗

"Dear Mother Hen" - and there goes my heart again. The tears, I tell you! Tears!!!!! The letter itself is so beautiful and so heartwarming and so true to character!!! She would have loved the twins, in or out of wedlock 💗 But this: - ""Who's gonna tell Carole that you had kids before marriage?"" - is hilarious!!! And I love the levity you add with it, without breaking the vulnerability of the moment!! Such masterful writing!!!! 💗

"You had a family way before the kids were born. It just took you a while to realize. And as Carole said, family helps you when you need them the most. You can rely on them. You need to rely on them. Now. Before this situation gets worse." - I love this family!!! And I love that Hen realised that she has people with her, who can offer help and support and love her as she should be loved... So heartmelting!!! 💗

"“I need to talk to all of you. Please. You’re my family.”" - yes, yes, yes!!! Yesss!!! Sharing!!! Trust!!! Protection!!! Love!!! I love that she tells them and asks for help!!!!! And that they are so reassuring and supportive!!! So good!!!!

"“My wife.”" - let's gooo!!!!! Yes! I am so excited to see how Red will help!

My beloved Darling!! This is an amazingly sweet and heartmelting chapter!!! Absolutely wonderful!!! 💗💗💗💗

Lots of love to you Lovely 💗💗💗💗

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""I would cry too if I had to look at that face." Goose says as he stands next to your bed, caressing JJ's cheek with his finger. "Congrats, little Mav."" - I love Goose!!! The nickname for Ash is so sweet!

Goose loves Hen as much as Bradley does (not in the same type of way, but you know what I mean). He knows that these two will end up together, but he can't say a thing yet. Why would he give her carole's letter if he didn't think that she would stay around? Goose has a plan, babes. Just wait and see.

"“I need to talk to all of you. Please. You’re my family.”" - yes, yes, yes!!! Yesss!!! Sharing!!! Trust!!! Protection!!! Love!!! I love that she tells them and asks for help!!!!! And that they are so reassuring and supportive!!! So good!!!!

It took us a while but here we are! Hen loves her family and relies on them!!!

And Red.... let me tell ya, she's fucking mad mad.

[ylojgtr]

star wars movies ranked by how much i like rewatching them:

1. Revenge of the Sith - the culmination of the prequels, where everything comes together so nicely, just such a satisfying story. my favourite characterizations of pretty much everyone who appears in it (except grevous lmao) and the 3d cgi finally came into its own to make a very unique aesthetic imo

2. A New Hope - the original, full of creativity from so many people, just a perfect movie honestly. the special effects are absolutely fantastic and the story is simple but so well told. i feel myself getting swept away by the adventure and mystique in this one more than any other

3. The Empire Strikes Back - personally my favourite star wars movie, it builds on the original in every way i could hope for. some excellent character development for luke and the jumping between storylines is super fun. it has some great silly moments with yoda and lando and also some seriously dramatic set pieces on hoth and bespin

4. Rogue One - what was probably pitched as a nostalgia bait plot hole filler turned out to be one of the best character driven team movies in the last decade (all in my opinion, of course). jyn's faith in life and hope being restored is what makes the conclusion so heartbreaking and krennic is such a hateable villain with stakes directly connected to the protagonist. of course the whole cast is amazing. i remember being surprised at how fast i learned the names of all these previously unknown characters because i just liked them so much. each one is unique in personality, aesthetic, and what they bring to the discussion of the movie's themes. they don't all get a ton of screentime, but for what they're given each has a really well deserved heroic conclusion, however sad they are

5. Attack of the Clones - while its not my favourite in terms of characterization, plot development nor does it have my favourite gags, i still find myself coming back to this one for the vibes. it's 85% cgi, but the giant battle on geonosis and the intrigue of kamino are so fun and i think those awkward special effects kind of add to it. it's just fun, yk? the mystery elements are some of my favourites in the movies, although i think that aspect is better done in the clone wars series

6. The Last Jedi - really difficult spot to pick but i ultimately chose this over phantom menace because honestly i usually just watch the maul fight lmao. this movie is tricky for me since i like a lot of the ideas present, but hate it at the same time for completely derailing the sequels. had jj made all 3, we could have had a mildly entertaining if very repetitive nostalgia trip. with the way it was done, we have one of those movies, one movie that completely swerves the opposite direction and gives a taste of something more, then violently course corrects to the point of everything going off the rails. i think had rian johnson been given control for the whole series, we could have gotten something very special, and so this movie is here because it's fun to live in that world even for just one film. kylo is at his peak here and i love the idea of rey coming from no "important" background, i don't love how rey developed in this movie but had it been followed up on properly it probably would have been better. really i like rose and finns story as well as the end scene, which is more of the movie than phantom menace, so there

7. Solo - i really like this movie, don't get me wrong. the star wars underworld is super cool to see on the "big screen" (so they say) and i think han's portrayal is EXTREMELY well done. his arc fits perfectly into his story, the naïveté at the start and the reluctant hero at the end. he's a pure hearted boy thrown into a situation where heroism is punched in the stomach and kicked in a corner and seeing him navigate it is endlessly captivating. i like the new characters too (especially l3-37 and enfys) and it's so cool to see lando in his prime. all the forced-in explanations about how han got his name, how the millennium falcon ends up looking like that, etc etc is kinda unnecessary but id imagine they needed to do that to get the movie greenlit lmao, but honestly those are the things that drag it down in terms of rewatchability for me. once you see how the falcon lost its escape pod for the first time the novelty wears off, and enough time is spent on it that it becomes a drawback, time taken away from what i really want to see: character interactions, development, and fun, unpredictable action. the end where han kills beckett never gets old though and everytime i watch it i have that same feeling of relief, sadness and shock

8. Return of the Jedi - i love this movie, but in terms of rewatching it for fun on its own, i get a lot of what i like about it from other movies. ive always been a little underwhelmed by this one tbh. the death star again is fine, but it doesn't hold the same existential horror as the first time around. the emperor is perfection, but he's way more over the top in rots which is more entertaining lmao. vaders redemption is awesome and the perfect way to end the trilogy, but it is what we were expecting, isn't it? ewoks are fun and work symbolically i thinkbut they make for less spectacular action than other combatants

9. The Phantom Menace - qui-gon is one of my favourite star wars characters, ever. liam neeson's performance is excellent, and i love watching him throughout the whole thing. however, the story isn't as tight as other movies and while i love the thought and implications of the politics it explores, the senate and trade disputes kinda bring it down if im just watching it for fun. the podrace section is really popular for how fun it is, and i do like it, but car chases and races are often my least favourite type of action and i would sooner choose to watch a different action set piece. the fight at the end is AMAZING but i can watch it on youtube if i want so yeah, it goes here

10. The Clone Wars - it's...not good lmao. everyone knows this. but it is pretty fun. and most importantly, it kickstarted the best star wars media of all time, Star Wars: The Clone Wars. seeing the introduction of ahsoka and rex, and the reintroduction of ventress and cody, while neat to look back on, are improved upon in the series so id sooner just watch that. i have no problem watching it, despite its faults, but definitely not my go-to (i do wish we got to see rotta the hutt again though smh)

11. The Force Awakens - literally just watch a new hope. lmao that's not entirely true but all the characters here i prefer in tlj. there are some great moments, like when you think ben is going to accept help but he cements himself on the dark side or when finn and poe escape the star destroyer. the practical effects are nice, the sets and costumes are cool. but really this movie just makes me sad seeing how much promise these characters had and knowing how they all went to waste. maybe this will change someday and ill be able to take it for what it is, but now is not that time lol

12. The Rise of Skywalker - *sigh* yeah this one is just painful to watch. i honestly can only think of one character moment i like from this movie, which is when c3po calls the cast his friends. and thats like one line. i hate what they did to rey, to ben, to finn, to poe. rey's arc just sizzled out, she's more just going along with whatever comes her way, doing what she's told. she has more agency than that!! i honestly think she should have turned to the dark side. my ideal head canon was that rey and ben essentially switch sides at the end of tlj before both realizing that absolute adherence to either the extreme light or dark would only result in death and destruction as the universe fought to have balance. so they both come together in the middle and try and explore the practicality of living in the neutral area of the force. this would have opened up some really cool discussion about good vs evil (which is what star wars is known as being an excellent example of), it would have created a new, unique era of star wars to set future stories in in the future, and it would have ended the saga in a poetic way (the prequels end in darkness, the originals end in light, the sequels end in the middle). alas, this didn't happen, and this movie just makes me sad. there's nothing wrong with liking it, to be clear, i just like to pretend it doesn't exist

[jjqualitybuilderspb]

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[reddgr]

🤖 Eric Berglund is a Swedish musician who was part of the band The Tough Alliance until 2009. He then started a solo project under the name ceo and released two albums: White Magic in 2010 and Wonderland in 2014 [Swedish Wikipedia] [2010 Pitchfork interview]. He also co-founded the label Sincerely Yours which hosts artists like jj, Air France and the Honeydrips.

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😎 Thank you. That’s good quality content. I would like to add more content to this post inspired by CEO’s song and album. Answer this question as briefly as possible: what does CEO mean in a business context and when did the term start to spread?

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😎 The term CEO appears to be overused and lacks a clear definition when assigned to individuals within companies. Often, it becomes as a case of title inflation (Job title inflation, on Wikipedia) in small companies (I could say I’m the CEO of reddgr.com). In other cases, the responsibilities of a CEO may overlap with those of the board and other executives. Are there any well-known large companies that are notable for not having a CEO?

[raenparade]

weekly update - 22/05/23

We have a significant amount of progress this week, wow! 

Unfortunately I’ve spent most of my time in Eldon and the library, so my brain has effectively been rendered to mush. I’m also going to New York City/Canada for a week and a half this week, so while my work will slow down for a little bit I’m hoping to go to some really nice places and museums and such! 

I finally have my final designs for both JJ and Jamie, which I’m just super proud of. 

While I would like to add some alternate outfits, such as JJ’s spacesuit and maybe a more casual outfit for each of them, these are most of it! I’d also like to give them both a proper ‘character sheet’, with some expressions and other elements on them. 

I also got back into boarding, woo!

I started off with the scene in which Jamie and JJ meet, and kind of just boarded ahead, with not much thought to anything?

I quickly realised, this was pretty pants! I didn’t like it! The movement was okay, and it was something, but it wasn’t something I’d be happy to go over to clean up. 

Instead I gave myself just under an hour to write a small script, and just let myself see where that could take me:

While JJ doesn’t actually appear in this script, and I didn’t even really finish it, it certainly gave me a good place to continue.

I did what I normally do, which is set myself another time limit and use my traditional board template to assist before I plunge myself into Storyboard Pro.

Since I had a lot of dialogue, I didn’t want to write it all down, nor spend a bunch of time annotating my script. I hadn’t boarded in ages, I just wanted to draw!

And draw I did - for more than a weekend! 

I am so incredibly proud of this, even if it is a minute over what I wanted each scene to be, and doesn’t include one of my main characters! I think I did a pretty good job with everything! 

While this is still a rough draft, I think before I go away I’d like to put the .pdf file on Speakerdeck, so I can start building up the Storyboarding section of my portfolio website! 

I also want to try and board/draw/make a film(?) while I’m away, to try and challenge myself in a way!