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dr-spencer-reids-queen · 4 months

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Cover Up

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1k

Warnings: implied smut

Summary: You hooked up with someone expecting to keep him as a one-and-done. You didn't expect him to show up at your college.

Square Filled: "You are one fine specimen, and I'm not saying that because I'm drunk.” for @spencerreidbingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

Shit. Shit. Shit. You’re so late. You can’t be late for your first day of college. You had a bit too much to drink last night which caused you to sleep in longer than you wanted to. You’re so late that you didn’t have time to do your makeup. Eh, you can do it when you get to school. The drive is only thirty minutes but with morning traffic, it takes forty-five.

Meet me in the bathroom by the cafeteria! Emergency! You send to your best friend.

You rush from your car all the way to the bathroom before anyone else has a chance to see how messed up you look. You have everything you need in your backpack to fix your look, and you almost cringe at yourself when you look in the mirror.

“Man, I need to stop drinking,” you shake your head.

You take out your brush and comb your hair when Madison walks in.

“Y/N?”

“Over here.”

“Are you okay? What happened?”

“I woke up late. I didn’t have time to do my makeup. I need to use yours.”

“You texted me this is an emergency. I blew off Jason just to come here.”

“Mads, this is an emergency. Look at me. I can’t go to class looking like this. I still have pimples on my face. Can I use your makeup or not?”

“Of course.” She sets her backpack on the counter and takes out the massive bag containing everything she needs for a full face of makeup. It’s a damn good thing you’re the exact shade as her. “Why’d you wake up late?”

“I was out late last night.”

“And?”

“Why does there have to be an and?”

“Bitch, I know you.”

“I had too much to drink,” you sigh.

“There it is,” she laughs. “Who’d you do?”

“Why does there have to be a guy?” you chuckle and look at her. She raises an eyebrow as if you could actually fool her. “Okay, I don’t know his name. I was too busy making out with him to ask.”

“Do tell,” she smirks. You grab an elastic and put your hair up to have it out of the way while you do your makeup. She gasps when she sees the dark purple marks on your neck. “What the fuck are those?”

“So, they’re noticeable?”

“Noticeable? It looks like he was trying to suck your blood. God damn.”

“Mads, when I tell you this man was so fine, I mean it. I thought he was shy and awkward because he had that look about him, but he was the complete opposite. He took me to the back where the bathrooms were and had his way with me. God, he was so big,” you gasp.

“Tell me you got his number.”

“His friends came and got him before we could say anything. I don’t even know his name. I had to go home and put my vibrator to good use even after the orgasms he gave me.”

“Okay, new mission in life, find that man. It’s been a while since you let someone ruffle your feathers.”

“Yeah,” you chuckle.

You grab what you need and cover your marks as much as you can. They’re so dark that the foundation can’t cover it completely, but with your hair down, it’s manageable. Once you feel like you can walk out in public, you hand everything back to her.

“Okay, we’re good to go. Thank you.”

“Anytime,” she winks.

You take one look at yourself and remember what it was like to have his hands on your body.

You’ve never done this with a stranger before. Sure, you’ve had public sex before but nothing like this. None of your flings had this much passion. You’ve only met this man not even an hour ago and his tongue is down your throat.

There is a family bathroom next to the men’s and women’s restrooms, so he shoves you into that one and locks the door behind him. He grabs your hips and lifts you so that you can wrap your legs around his slender waist. He shoves his hand between your legs as his lips trail down your neck.

“You are one fine specimen, and I'm not saying that because I'm drunk,” you moan.

All you can focus on is the way his fingers are rubbing on your clothed clit and how his lips are sucking on your neck.

“Y/N!” You snap out of your trance and look at her. “We’re going to be late. Come on.”

“Right.”

You two leave the bathroom and head in the direction of your first class, Criminal Justice 101.

“Tell me what he looks like. It’ll help me try to find him.”

“Curly brown hair, brown eyes, very tall, slim build, and he was wearing a sweater vest. Not what you’d think he’d be like. He knew what he was doing, that’s for sure,” you chuckle. “I don’t know anything about him.”

“You just know what his tongue and cock feels like.”

“Madison!” You look away once and run into someone who is reading a book. “Watch where you’re going.”

“That is no way to speak to a professor, young lady.”

You look back and see the Dean of the school escorting one of the new professors. You lock eyes with the new professor with wide eyes. He’s the man you fucked last night. He recognizes you but doesn’t say anything about it. Madison can guess what happened based on how you’re looking at him.

“Sorry,” you mumble.

“No, it was my fault,” he chuckles.

“Come, Dr. Reid. I’ll show you to Criminal Justice 101.”

“Wait, you’re teaching that class?” you ask, stopping the two men from leaving.

“Yeah.”

Madison grabs your shoulders and grins at Dr. Reid.

“Lucky for us, we’re your students.”

“Can’t wait,” he chuckles.

The Dean leaves expecting Dr. Reid to follow but the young doctor leans closer to you so you’re the only one who hears him.

“It’s a shame you covered them up. I’ll just have to make more.”

Your mouth drops open as he jogs to catch up with the Dean. You’re totally fucked. It’ll make class more interesting though.

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bullet-clubs-bitch · 3 months

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Inspired by Older by Isabel LaRosa

Cm Punk X fem reader Word Count: 1300

Summary: Cm Punk was always jealous of the relationship between Y/n and Wardlow, he never understood their relationship. Sure he and Y/n had an 18-year age gap but he knew he would treat her so much better. When Wardlow cheats Punk knows now is his only chance to get with Y/n. “I can be your new Daddy”

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I knew it was wrong, everything about this was wrong. Y/n was young, way younger than I, 18 years to be exact but I couldn't help the feelings I had for her. I was jealous of the guys that spoke to her, they were head over heels in love with her and I couldn't blame them, she was the most gorgeous thing I had ever laid my eyes on. She was delicate like a flower, yet wrapped in barbed wire. She had a sensitive soul yet she hid it from the world, building walls around her years ago. I watched as the blond girl ran past me with tears in her eyes and I knew something was wrong. I walked to catering and noticed Wardlow trying to run after her.

“What the fuck did you do?” I yelled walking up to the large man, stopping him in his tracks

“It’s none of your damn business Punk” He spat, shoving me out of the way. Without realizing it I went to swing at the man when I felt someone grab me from behind.

“Woah there big guy, he’s not worth it” I turned to find Cash and Dax, both having concerned looks on their faces.

“What’s going on?” I asked the two men in front of me

“He cheated on her” Dax replied

“What a jerk!-” I yelled

“Okay man, I love you but you are causing a scene” Cash interrupted me “Let’s talk somewhere else” I looked to see everyone looking at the three of us like we were madmen.

We walked down a few halls to the private locker rooms and passed Wardlow pounding on Y/n’s door. “Y/n, I’m sorry, okay. Open the door” I gave him a nasty look before heading into my locker room.

“Okay, what really happened?” I asked Cash and Dax, closing the door behind us

“Do you remember how she was upset after he had that fit at Revolution?” Cash said

“No-”

“Oh that’s right you weren't there” I gave him a nasty look. “My bad, so anyways he lost the TNT title, blew a fit and left right before Y/n won the title”

“What an asshole” I muttered under my breath

“So apparently when he left, he got with some groupie. Fucked up right, worst part is after she finally forgave him and everything because he was literally begging on his hands and knees for her to take him back he kept sleeping with randos in each town we went to”

I said nothing, I just sat in shock, trying to comprehend what I just heard. I never understood the relationship between the two of them, she was too good to be with someone like him. Their relationship always seemed weird, like something was always off, but I could never place it. I was lost in my thoughts when I was interrupted by a loud knock on the door.

Cash and Dax exchanged a confused look before opening the door, revealing a quite angry Wardlow. “What the fuck do you want?!” I asked the man who now stood in front of me.

Sure the four of us were friends but for some reason I never quite liked Wardlow. I was always civil with him but maybe it was my jealousy that made me secretly despise him.

“Can you get her to open up?” He asked, referring to Y/n who had understandably locked herself in her private locker room. “Why should we help you?” Cash asked, “Your just going to cheat on her again” I spat “You have no idea what you are talking about Punk” Wardlow spat back “This is none of your business” “Well it sure seems like my business if you are out here asking for our help” “Tell us why we should help you?” Cash asked, not buying a thing coming out of wardlows mouth. “She’s mentally unstable, she is literally crazy. I’m scared she is going hurt herself in there” I could tell his words were sincere, however, I did not buy the fact that Y/n was mentally insatiable. Sure her whole gimmick was being a hardcore Barbie but I knew deep down she wasn’t really crazy, or was she?

We agreed not to help Wardlow but to help get inside Y/n’s locker room. “You two stay with him, I will check on her,” I told Cash and Dax, not trusting Wardlow within a square inch of Y/n.

I carefully knocked on Y/n’s door, waiting for a response. “Go Away!” She yelled through the door “It’s just me” “What do you want Punk? I’m not talking to him” “This has nothing to do with Wardlow, I just wanted to see if you are alright. I saw what happened.” Y/n opened the door and let me inside. “So everyone saw,” she said as the tears began to reform in her eyes. “Don’t worry about them” I told her sincerely, joining her on the small couch which sat in the middle of the locker room. “So what happened love?” “I don’t wanna talk about it” I know I shouldn’t be asking such an invasive question but I just had to know “What do you see in him?” “What?” “Wardlow? What do you see in him? He is a big idiot with big muscles and probably a big dick” Y/n laughed at my comments, which made me happy to see her smile. “So you’re only interested in his dick?” I asked playfully “No” “Then what is it?!” “I dunno, he made me feel safe. I know that sounds stupid but it’s true. He’s huge, he kept all the creeps away, and the sex was a nice bonus” I mean it made sense. When they were first an item I noticed how protective he was of her, I wonder what happened. “I could take better care of you. I know I’m not as tall as him or as muscular but the difference between the two of us is that Wardlow is a boy and I am a man. I bet I could make you feel just as good as he did. I would do anything and everything for you.” Y/n said nothing, I knew she was shocked at my words. I knew I was better for her, I would spoil her with expensive gifts, and praise her every day. I knew she was into older guys, she and Wardlow had an eight-year age gap, the only thing the two of us would have was eighteen years.

“I mean it,” I told Y/n softly as I carefully lifted her chin so she could look at me. “I will give you the world. You will never have to worry about a single thing. I know you Y/n, you act all tough, you live for violence, love the taste of copper on your tongue. Fuck, I’ve seen your matches the title of ‘The Queen of Hardcore’ serves you well but I know that’s an act to hide who you really are. All you want is to be cared for. You like being with older men, the way they protect you, the way they love you better, the way they spoil you. You kill yourself in that ring to have someone like me put you back together, hold you close when you cry, love you to death. Tell me when I’m telling lies” I could tell by the look on her face that she knew I was right

“Forget about Wardlow, I can be your new daddy”

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matthewfuckinggraygubler · 5 months

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✨IMAGINE SPENCER❤️YOU✨

Responses to "I love you ❤️" version

"I knew it."

*laughing hysterically*

*gulp* "aha..ok....sure" *dying inside*

*yay*

*Intense gaze. You know what will come next.*

*still dying*

*🌋🔥🎇❤️‍🔥*

*The most tender and incredulous smile in the universe confirming that they feel the same way about you.*

"Were you talking to me?"

To be continue? Any request? 😁😏

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sequinsmile-x · 5 months

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Stained Glass Windows Instagram - Volume Six

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Tuesday marks a year since I started writing Stained Glass Windows. Chapter 55 will be posted on Tuesday, but I thought I'd start the celebrations with more Insta posts since they are always well loved <3

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Some spoilers for the story so far, but these will make sense without reading the fic. Please see the master list for any appropriate tags/warnings.

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thlayli-ra · 4 days

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Thanks for the tag @sinderellanightwolf

I'm not tagging anybody in particular but if any of you out there want to share 6 sentences from a WIP, I'd love to see it!

This snippet is from my Punkintyre hunter/prey au, which I plan to work on more this week;

Opening the door, Drew McIntyre climbed out of the rental and walked to the rear of the car, each step slow and hesitant. Running his fingers across the polished paint of the trunk, he tried to stop them trembling as he pressed the latch and pulled it up.

And there he was! Bundled up inside the confined space with his wrists bound by duct tape so tight his fingers were turning purple, each digit feebly twitching as the effects of the chloroform started to wear off.

Drew's heart skipped a beat, the way it always did whenever he was this close to CM Punk.

He hated him for that!

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drreidsphds · 2 years

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Love Affairs - SR x Reader

Summary: You, Spencer, and JJ are held hostage in a jewelery store by an Unsub. You hear what JJ has to confess to Spencer in a truth-or-dare game played between the Unsub and JJ.

T/Ws: Normal CM stuff, spoilers for S14 E15, angst, jeid love confession, mentions of a miscarriage, mentions of prison

A/N: This isn't one of my first fics i've written but it is one of my first i've publicly released so if there is any errors I apologize in advance. Also this is a 3 part fic but this is just a short version of the 3 parts. I should warn there's no fluff for this so if your looking for angsty fluff or just fluff then you'll probably have to look the other direction. Let me know if you'd like me to post any more fics and I'll gladly take suggestions!

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Hours had passed although it felt like forever. Melissa was taping them to wherever they could be restrained at. The tape on your wrists felt uncomfortable but it was gonna be like this for the next couple hours or so. There wasn't much hope that they were getting out any time soon.

"Dont worry.. we're gonna be okay." Spencer whispered. Thay felt reassuring but he knew deep down that he didn't know that. Anything could happen beyond this point.

"Hurry up. Get over here!" Melissa flinched. Luckily, she had just finished up so she rushed to Casey as quick as she could.

"This is all your fault," Casey said while gesturing his head around the room, obviously referencing the intense hostage situation they were in the middle of. "I told you. I told you it was an accident, that Mark was the one who forced me to do it. But you wouldn't listen."

"You just sat there.. looking all smug and superior. You think your so much better than me but your not. You're just as capable of hurting someone as anybody is." Melissa looked ashamed. It wasn't until Casey dropped the hostage and pointed his gun at Melissa. He handed the gun he gave to Melissa back, saying;

"Well, here it is, Judge. Your moment of truth." She grabbed the weapon in hesitation but she knew it was her or the gun. The agents watched the situation like a movie, calculating their safest way out of this. Of course just because it's safe, doesn't make it easy.

"Shoot her. Or I'll kill your daughter." Casey ordered Melissa. She stared at the poor woman. You could tell she felt so bad for her.

"Come on.. she's got nothing to do with this, okay, just let her go." JJ reminded him. Although they weren't sure if what she said to Casey was effective or not because he demanded her to shut up. Usually this meant that JJ got through to Casey and wanted her to stop.

"SHOOT HER!"

You spoke up, "Casey, you know she has nothing to do with your arrest. So don't make her a part of it. Let her go, okay?"

Casey stared at you and smirked. He pulled the gun out of Melissa's hand and crouched to level you and grabbed you by the hair. You stared at Casey like a stone cold statue and didn't let up. Spencer tried to jump towards Casey but didn't get very far due to the restraints. Spencer's face looked calm but you could tell it was fueled with anger. He watched Casey like a hawk on it's prey. Spencer wasn't the only one, JJ wanted Casey to leave you alone so bad. God knows what Casey was gonna do. He was unpredictable.

"I wasn't talking to you." He said with tight lips. Casey threatened his gun at you and backed away. The relief on your face was immeasurable. He grabbed the hostage and threw her towards a countertop causing everything on top of it to collapse. Spencer leaned to see what happened but was stopped by Casey threatening his gun at him. Casey pulled Melissa towards him and stared.

"New deal," He handed the gun back to her. "I need you to kill one of these three."

She took the gun with a stern face and looked towards them. She pointed the gun at them, her hands shaking as she waves it around, trying to decide who's gonna kick off today.

"Who's it gonna be?"

"Please.. I don't want to do this,"

"Focus, Melissa!"

"Please.."

"Judge, you got to decide. That's what you do, right? Decide LIFE or DEATH with a flick of your gavel."

It only took that much pressure for her to finally choose. She pointed the gun at Spencer, almost ready but hesitant to pull the trigger. She then waved it at you, then JJ. It was the same circle all over again.

Their focus was inturrepted by the phone ringing. He pulled his attention towards it, constantly glancing back to make sure Melissa wouldn't try anything.

"Answer it. Casey, answer it." Spencer pleaded.

"SHUT UP!" He urged. "Pull the trigger!"

Melissa whimpered. She was so hesitant to kill any of them because she didn't want to pick the wrong one with a family and ruin the lives of their loved ones. She was so afraid. Either way, she didn't want to kill anybody. They all had lives and it's one hell of a thing to take that from them.

He pulled the phone and threw it. I suppose he got irritated by the constant ringing so he ended it.

"Focus, Melissa. Pull the trigger!"

They looked at eachother, concerned and scared, not knowing who was gonna go out first. JJ panicked so she insisted that she replaced Melissa if she wouldn't play.

"Casey.." JJ hesitated for a moment, "Um, if Melissa won't play, I will." She started to stand on her knees. She slowly made her way to standing up, reassuring Casey she wouldn't try anything.

Melissa looked confused but relieved. Casey moved his gun from Melissa to JJ and kept an eye on her like a hawk.

"Truth or dare.. that's your game, right? I'll play."

You and Spencer looked at eachother, putting their trust in JJ that she'd be able to defuse the situation.

"Melissa, the weapon, now!" Casey demanded.

"Casey, I know what it's like. To be wrongly accused, sent to a prison for something you didn't commit."

You backed him up, "He's right. In fact, I remember it like it was yesterday. Funny, how we can remember the bad experiences but can barely memorize a single thing they teach us in school, isn't it?"

"Shut up!" Casey waved his weapon at you. He stepped towards Spencer, doubtful what he said was true.

"Yeah, right. You went to jail?"

Spencer nodded. To be honest, he wishes that sentence wasn't real either. Or that you ever had to go through that with him.

"I'd like to see that, pretty boy." Casey directed his attention back to JJ and circled around her.

"Okay, Agent.."

"-Jareau."

"Agent Jareau," He left his voice to trail off, "Truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"If I think your lying or stretching the truth in the slightest, I'll kill them."

"Yeah." She nodded.

"You ever shoot anybody before?"

"Yes, I have."

"-You enjoy it?"

"No."

Casey looked at her for a moment and trailed off. He then glanced back, shooting a warning bullet and scraping your arm.

"Liar!" He screamed.

JJ flinched. She glanced at you to see you groaning in pain and Spencer looking tense.

"No, no, no, I'm not lying. Okay, I'm not lying." She panicked, "The people I shot, I had no choice. But I did not enjoy it. I did not." She assured him.

"Okay, you asked the truth. I told you the truth. So, now it's my turn. Right? That's how this game's played. We take turns. Truth or Dare?"

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"Truth."

"What's it gonna take for all us to walk out of here alive, for this to end peacefully?"

"I ain't going back to prison! My turn. Truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"I want you to say something that you're afraid to say. Something that you wouldn't tell anybody. And you better make it good. 'Cause if it's not, it's gonna be the last thing you ever say. What's it gonna be?"

"There are only 4 people I trust in this world."

"Boring!" Clancy shot Melissa's leg. She groaned in pain.

"Next!"

"Um.." JJ said, trying to think of something, "My.. my baby I lost, I um.. mmm. I wanted to name her Maggie."

"Wrong! Come on, you know you can do better than that!"

"Casey." Spencer said.

"Shut up!" He responded. He kicked JJ on her knees.

"Ok, ok, ok."

"Last chance. Something that you would never say aloud. Not even to your friends here." He waved his gun to them, "Your deepest, darkest secret. Impress me or I kill them."

They looked around at eachother. You could tell whatever JJ was gonna say it wasn't gonna be good.

"Come on!"

JJ looked at you and smiled before it went away two seconds later. "I'm sorry. You'll understand." She whispered. She then glanced at Spencer and that's when you caught some wind on what she was gonna say.

"JJ, no." You begged.

JJ gulped. She was gonna burst into tears any minute.

"Spence, um.."

"No.." You mumbled. Spencer looked at JJ confused.

"Um.."

The more JJ let her voice trail off the more nervous You and Spencer got. It was nerve-wrecking.

JJ glanced at you and directed her attention to Spencer and sighed, "I've always loved you."

For some reason hearing that felt painful. It felt like somebody punched you in the stomach and you couldn't breathe because the air felt so tight. Spencer glared at you, noticing the frenzy you were about to collapse in. He looked back at JJ and gave her that look of "Why would you say that?"

"-And I was too scared to say it before, especially now that things are too complicated to say it now because.. I'm with Will and your with Y/N." JJ started to sob. "And I know it's not fair to you, Y/N, and I'm sorry-"

"Just stop." You pleaded. Spencer looked like he stepped into a fever dream. He didn't know what to do with what JJ said.

Casey looked shocked. "Hot damn! That's what I'm talking about. Now those are some last words right there." He waved his gun back to JJ, "But not good enough to save your life."

He was interrepted when Spencer shot Casey and collapsed. JJ looked at Spencer to notice the empty holster on his ankle.

Spencer ran towards you to untie you. "Hey, are you okay? How's your arm." He finished untying you.

"I'm fine." You muttered dismissively. You crossed your arms and walked away from them. Spencer went to untie JJ.

"I think I made a mistake." JJ cried.

"It's too late." Spencer glared back.

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"Ow." You groaned as the medic put gauze on your arm to disinfect the wound.

"Stay still, Agent." The medic continued to treat your arm. "Alright your all good, try to relax it, okay? And change your bandages every now and then. At least until the wound is healed."

The medic walked away to assist another patient. Reid glanced at you, you looking back at him. That's when you heard JJ's voice in the distance and saw her coming towards you.

"Hey, you okay?"

"Go."

"Y/N-"

"Just.. go. Please. I can't even look at you right now, why should I even talk to you."

"Y/N, just listen-"

"JJ!" You raised her voice loud enough for everybody to hear and look at the situation. "Please. Go before I say something I'll regret."

JJ walked away, realizing there'd be no point in trying to talk to you.

Emily and Rossi walked over to check on you.

"What was that, you alright?" Emily was pretty concerned.

"I'm tired of people asking me that. But yeah, I'm okay. Just hurt." You gestured to Reid and JJ. Of course they didn't get the reference, but maybe that was for the better.

THE END.

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torturedpoetemotions · 1 year

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I think the thing about WU that makes it SO compelling (aside from the insane plot) is that it starts Dean and Cas off by taking their core character traits to their absolute extreme and then slowly breaks them both down in direct relation to one another.

Cas starts as a lawful neutral pragmatist who intellectualizes his emotions to the point of shutting them off entirely, and who is dedicated to a rigid and imperfect system that he never questions.

Dean starts as a chaotic evil control freak with a sucking chest wound of need, who is so broken by his life that he has become destructive to himself and everyone around him, especially those he loves.

And slowly but surely, their proximity to each other breaks them and heals them and breaks and heals them again, until they start breaking and healing themselves for each other. Until neither is truly recognizable as the person they were or has the same mindset they held before--about themselves, the world, each other, anything.

And the peace they find together in that middle ground is never allowed to just be what it is. It is constantly questioned, denied, and disparaged by the people who knew them both at the start, to the point that you the reader are forced to question it, too...but never to the point of breaking it entirely (at least, if you allow yourself to go on the journey with Castiel).

(Partly because, I think, the story is ultimately Castiel's. Dean is important, crucial even, but it's Castiel's journey we're on. So though we gets tons of outsider POV on Dean and Cas and their relationship, none of those people really know Dean. They're all acting out of love for Castiel, and most of them with limited perspective on what Castiel's actually gone through. Even Morgan and Balthazar, who know the most, don't know it all. And no one looking in at them whose thoughts we get to see knew Dean from before the story began, or ever really knew him during it either. Which is why I will always mourn that Apokteino never finished their Sam-perspective follow-up story.)

#spn fic #destiel #with understanding #supernatural #destiel fic #it's also compelling for me personally because the characterization of the BAU is really good #but i realize most people who read it are not CM fans too lol

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ihopeineverloseyou19 · 1 year

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Getting older was never a reason to celebrate

tw: small mentions of abuse, blood, loneliness, self-loathing

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He wasn't considered important enough that people would remember it, remember him. Who he was. He didn’t care about it, so why it had to hurt so much, when his family didn’t either? @hotch-central @jaspxr @masterwords

He wasn't considered important enough that people would remember it, barely his school classmates did, so why did it hurt so much when his parents barely acknowledge that day? When they didn’t remember even the important things. His mother always forgot some food from the list his father so carefully created wherever the both of them had to go to buy some, for the meals he required to eat, his father needed everything on that list. Every item was important. If that happened, well, there would be a fight, it would start as a warning as Aaron’s father inspected their shopping bags, never spending more money than he gave them.

Money was tight in their family. Money, Aaron thought, was why he never got nice things, like clothes or presents on his birthdays. The occasional years hir mother remembered it. His father didn’t care about him, about his son growing up, Aaron learned to do the same, following his steps, not caring about his clothes not fitting correctly, he had worse problems than those, people not simply knowing when his birthday was, it was indifferent to him. He didn’t like celebrating it much, so why would he feel saddened when his other classmates would bring in something (most times a home cooked cake made from their mother). And the birthday wishes would spill out momentarily?

Forgetfulness was nothing new in his home, he should have been accustomed to his parents not knowing it. His mother didn’t even remember how old he was most of the times, even after the bad days, when she could not get up from bed, when her whole body ached, because his father had been more savage than other times, when blood was involved, his mother didn’t leave their bed. Aaron learned long ago not to bother her, not knocking on the door asking for presents, wondering where the cake he was made for seven consecutive years was, why his mother had not wished him a happy birthday and woken him up to a breakfast full of his favorite sweets when his father had gone to work. Why did he feel so empty on a day of celebration of his own birth?

Sean came around faster than he could notice, ten years after his parents stopped seeing him, noticing him around. With Sean, they had a reason, he was not invisible to them, now, the new baby was the excuse, his father even helped, which was a rare occurrence. His father, who never gave a hand with anything, a mistake he committed when he yelled why his father had never had to put the table, Aaron slept with his first black eye. The first of presents he would get from his father, little marks across his skin that he didn’t ask for.

Every time his mother looked at his younger son, something was breaking down in Aaron, parts of a childhood he didn’t get to live. Parts where Sean was the only protagonist, out of the two boys, the one who had a normal life, between those four walls. His parents marriage was not bad for him, after all, his father had change for the better, he stopped touching his mother, and he didn’t feel the need to hit every moving object in his home, without counting Aaron, maybe it was what bothered him, that he keep immobile when the fist came to him, still, when the punches were coming his way, angry that he could not protect himself. But who could he? It was the first time he received any sort of emotional touch from him. He had to take everything he could, before his mother found out, before anyone found out.

His little brother was different, he noticed it right away, from the continuous interest he always had on him. He was special to him, someone he had to protect through every fight his parents picked at night, tucking him in, later when plates were broken and the front door slammed close Aaron would go down to help his mother clean some of her bloody wounds, bandaging her just how he was taught, checking first if his little brother was asleep, checking if he had noticed a change in their family.

Sean, the first person that had cared to learn about his birthday, the first cake he had in eight years, his brother had saved up his monthly allowance to buy a chocolate frozen cake, it was the cheapest he could find. Aaron knew because he did the same thing once for his father's birthday, when his mother could not get up from bed. One of those days that Aaron was left alone. Those kind of bad days where he had learned to take care of himself. He knew that if her mother didn't have everything perfect for his father's birthday, she would spend more than three consecutive days in bed. If he didn’t want that to happen, he had to act quickly. Every movement came calculated after the first time, long sleeves were a necessity wherever he left his house, with those clothes, no questions were asked, as for the fights, they happened in every marriage, it was completely normal. For him at least it was. The only thing he could find that his father and him loved, was the love for chocolate.

Now it was different. Everything changed when he stepped out of his house, leaving his little brother behind, because he would have been well taken care of. They didn’t have a problem with remembering he even existed, or his clothes size. His mother would never mistake his age or buy him clothes too little to fit, because he had grown out unexpectedly when he was eleven. Sean was not going to live through that, as much as it hurt him to admit it, his father loved him, more than he did Aaron.

Old birthdays were not something he was proud to celebrate, even acknowledging that he was getting older bothered him, perhaps it was the lack of childhood he spent trying to be everything but a child, always vigilant of his father next blow towards his mother, or searching for some place away from home that he could feel safe enough to be himself. He lived being indifferent to his parents, he wondered if it was something he could recover from someday.

New birthdays, on the other hand, were everything he had desired to have as a child, happiness had to be the first thing he came up with everytime one of his colleagues reminded him that ‘tomorrow is your birthday’. If he could pick something he would cherish forever, it would have to be Jack, running towards his and Haley’s bed, little feet tip towing against their bedroom floor as he jumped in him, plastering him with kisses because it was his birthday, and the gift he received every year from him, he was convinced that they would need a bigger fridge. Aaron appreciated his own family, more than they would ever know, and even Sean, who was there every of his birthdays, with a yearly phone call. If he was lucky, his mother would also be on the other side, wishing what he had wanted to listen to since he was nine years old, nothing more than ‘happy birthday’.

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patspeed · 1 year

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Wrestling Twitter trying too out compete Tumblr wrestling fan fic writers with a buck wild conspiracy theory .

#aew #aew dynamite #Adam cole #CM punk #Christian #conspiracy theory #Fan fic

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constantlyembarrassed · 9 months

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About Me <3

Hi! I thought it was time I introduce myself on this platform!

I'm a university student (will not disclose were lol) currently undecided in what i'm studying.

I have been a tumbler user for YEARS on diffrent burner acounts and finaly decided to start posting. Yay! On that note, I have some issues with spelling and grammar. I check all my writting with grammarly, but there still could be some mistakes. Please let me know KINDLY. Friendly reminder, studies show there is no corlation between intelgence and spelling. I took a full schedual of AP classes and can not tell what your to use.

I will take requests! (I have no ideas ever) Please interact with my acount I LOVE meeting new people, reading new fics, discovering more media (music, movies, tv) ect. Please don't be shy :)

I will NOT write about real people. It just makes me uncomfy, sorry. No hate to creators that do though!

This blog MAY have diffrent posts, but let's face it my Criminal Minds phase is never ending. Going on year 5! Here are some of my intrests. I HIGHLY doubt anything else will be posted on this acount.

Film: Criminal Minds(!), Horror Movies

Charecters/Actors: Spencer Reid (!), Anything Aubrey Plaza, John Mulaney,

Acdemic: , Nuerosience, Psychology, Ocean Life, Marketing, Environemntal Conservation, Fashion

Music: Mitski, Fiona Appel, The Gaslight Anthem, Janis Joplin, Elvis

Update: Ngl I am probs not going to be active anymore my social life has been crazy and Acdemics even more so!

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dr-spencer-reids-queen · 6 months

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A Rarity

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~900

Warnings: fluff

Summary: You have a rare genetic code called heterochromia. You have two different colored eyes that you have tried to suppress ever since you got seriously bullied in middle school. Just when you're about to present a case, you find your contact case is missing.

Square Filled: friends with benefits (2022) for @spencerreidbingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

Today is the day you start your new job as the team’s liaison. You’ve always been part of this since JJ was the main person to deal with it. However, she’s been promoted to profiler which means all the slack now falls on your shoulders. You love interacting with families and comforting them when they most need it.

This is the first case when it’s just going to be you, so you’re kind of nervous about it. Before going into the briefing room, you decide to touch up on your makeup and hair as if you’re going in front of millions on the TV to present the case. You take out your contacts and leave them to rehydrate on your desk while you go to the bathroom to fix your makeup.

Once you’re done, you make sure not to look into anyone’s eyes as you make your way back to your desk. The first thing you do is put away your makeup. The second thing you do is grab your contacts to put them back in but they’re not where you left them.

“Shit,” you curse and go through your entire desk. “No, this isn’t happening.”

You’re panicking at the thought of not having your contacts. You don’t need them to see, in fact, you have 20/20 vision. No, you use them only for color because you have a rare thing called heterochromia. Your right eye is bright blue and your left is bright green. You were born with two different eye colors. No one in your family has this genetic but you, so you have no idea where it came from.

Ever since you were enrolled in school, you were bullied for your eyes. It didn’t start getting bad until middle school when kids were more focused on appearances than learning and making friends. Kids in elementary school actually found them to be cool but only because they were little kids who didn’t know any better.

Your peers made you hate this part of you even though you can’t do anything about it. As soon as you started high school, you begged your mom to get you colored contacts. You’ve been wearing them ever since even into your adult years. You choose a natural blue to make yourself look more normal. Had you not had those, you would for sure get bullied even worse than in middle school.

The longer you went wearing them the more people thought your eyes were just one color. No one at work knows about this or so you thought. The only person who might know about this is Spencer but that’s only because you two have been friends with benefits for quite some time now. It helps to have one to work off the stress from work. Plus, he’s an amazing lover so there’s a plus.

You two aren’t dating just fucking a lot.

While he was getting ready this morning at your place, you were in the bathroom rushing to do your makeup. You hadn’t put your contacts in just yet so if he were to walk in the bathroom, he’d see your eyes for what they truly are. He was getting ready and peeked through the open door to see if you were close to being done when he saw the beauty in your eyes. He didn’t say anything about it so as not to embarrass you.

He walks into the bullpen from the break room to see you panicking.

“What’s wrong?” he asks.

“Where are my contacts? I just had them on my desk.”

“I didn’t know you wore contacts,” he lied. You refuse to look at him without them in. “I’m sure it’ll be alright. You have glasses, right?”

“Yes, but--”

“But what? What’s the problem?”

“Never mind,” you groan and continue looking for them.

“Hey, look at me.” When you don’t, he sets his coffee down on the desk and grabs your chin gently. He makes you look at him but you close your eyes so he doesn’t see their colors. “Open your eyes.”

“No,” you shake your head.

“Darling, open your eyes,” he says gently.

He would be the person to find out eventually. You sigh and open your eyes to show him the rarity you have. Now that he gets to see them up close, he’s falling more in love with you. You might not have feelings for him but he certainly has them for you. He only keeps you as a fuck buddy because if he were to tell you the truth, he might lose you.

“What beautiful eyes you have.”

“They’re ugly,” you sigh and pull away from him.

“Who told you that?”

“Everyone I’ve ever known,” you scoff. You look at your watch and notice the time. “Shit, I have to give the case out.”

“No one is going to notice.”

“Are you kidding me? They’re so bright. They stand out.”

“Fine, if they make comments, I’ll handle it.”

You have no choice but to go in there without your contacts. You sigh and grab your things before heading to the briefing room with Spencer. Everyone is already in there waiting so you immediately get started. As you’re talking, you notice Spencer watching you with a smile on his face.

“You’re beautiful,” he mouths to you.

Your cheeks heat up but you don’t let it show how happy he makes you. The briefing only lasts thirty minutes before Hotch announces wheels up. When everyone is packing up to get out of there, you notice something sticking out of Spencer’s back pocket.

Your contact case. You want to be mad at him for taking it but maybe it’s time to let your rarity shine.

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bullet-clubs-bitch · 2 months

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Okay, hear me out: Do you mind writing a NSFW alphabet about CM Punk? :P

CM PUNK NSFW ALPHABET I8+ NSFW content

NSFW ALPHABET MASTERLIST MAIN MASTERLIST

CM PUNK MASTERLIST

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

He is very loving and nurturing

He will hold you close and tell you how much he loves you as he whispers sweet nothings as you fall asleep

Although Phil has a bit of a mean streak, intimacy is something he won’t take for granted with you

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

On him, his favourite part is his tattoos (which you agree)

He loves the way his painted canvas looks against your bare one

He loves the sight of his tattooed hands around your throat

On you he adores everything

He could never pick just one thing

He is obsessed with you, he worships your body like a god

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

He is a dirty old man, he loves the sight of you covered in his seed

Whether it’s pouring out of you or dripping all over you, he loves it

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

His little secret is how obsessed he is with you

He completely obsessed with you, in an insane crazy way

Even before you started dating he would stalk you

Punk would kill with his bear hands if it meant he could have you

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

With age comes experience, he is very experienced

He has been with many many women in his age so he knows s thing or two

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Missionary; he loves the intimacy it provides

Cowgirl; he loves it when you ride him

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He is very serious, almost a bit mean

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Clean shaven

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

When he wants to be Phil can be quite the romantic

Worshiping your body like a temple

Slowly making you come undone

He loves to take his time with you

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Multiple times a day

He needs that release, mainly because he is always turned on around you

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

dd/lg (heavy on this)

Daddy kink

Hair pulling

Impact play

BDSM

Breeding kink

Pregnancy kink

Bondage

Biting

Cock warming

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere and everywhere he will take you anywhere he can

Besides the privacy in your home or hotel, he loves water sex, the beach, the pool all of it

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Anything

He gets turned on by anything

Your sent, your smile, the way your fingers linger on his for a second too long

He’s embarrassed about the effect you have on him

He’s like a horney teenage boy around you

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Sharing, he’s a selfish man

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Although he gives he would rather receive

He loves the sight of you underneath him gagging on his cock

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

He is hard and rough

Fucking you into obliviation

He loves to turn your brain into mush

He can be mean during sex but behind the tough guy act there is so much love behind it

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

When he needs you he needs you

Although he is not the biggest fan of quickies they occur more often than you think

They will occur backstage before a match or when one of his co-workers gets a bit too friendly with you

Sometimes he might take you in the car if you misbehave

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Phil is a risky man, he likes to play games

However, he will always pass them by you first before trying something new

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

I don’t see him lasting very long, typically before you

However, he can go several rounds in a row before getting tired

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He has a special collection just for you

Silk handcuffs, a variation of vibrators

He loves to use them with you

Oh and don’t forget the collar (IYKYK)

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

CM Punk is a big tease, he loves to mess with you all the time

He will feel bad for it after but in the moment he loves it

He loves it when you beg him to go faster after purposely going painfully slow

Begging for your orgasm

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He’s quite loud

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

👀👀👀👀

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

6 inches

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

So high, like a teenage boy

It’s not normal

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He doesn’t fall asleep fast at all

He would probably watch you sleep tbh

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queer-whatchamacallit · 2 years

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I wrote a post-Foyet Hotch fic with Penelope lecturing him on how he’s actually a pretty great person, and ppl seem to like it on ao3, so here ya go:

I Need You to Know

Summary: Garcia knows what Hotch must be thinking after Haley’s death because she knows him, and she knows that his brain is wrong about him. She needs Hotch to know that too.

Word Count: 1.6k

Penelope stood outside his door and thought that maybe she shouldn’t be doing this. She needed to, but not here or right now. She really should have waited and thought this whole plan through more, but it was a little late for that. She could turn back, but she was here, and it was right now.

“Penelope? What are you doing here?”

While he had a good bit of height on her, Hotch seemed so much smaller than she’d ever seen him. His eyes wore deep bags and weariness strong enough to crush both of them.

“Hello sir, I really should have told you I was coming, but I really should have come here before now, but I needed to take the mini tornado that’s been whirling super fast in my head whenever I thought about you and what happened and I needed to try and get the right words I needed out of that mess, but here goes-“

“Wait, come inside first; it’s cold out.”

“Oh yes, thank you sir.”

She wasn’t quite sure how, but she hadn’t expected this. Penelope had just planned on showing up, saying everything she needed to say, and making a break for it. If she were to be truly honest, the only part of this plan that she actually did plan was the words, but here she was, placing her umbrella and electric blue sneakers by the door.

“Sorry, I don’t have tea or anything. What’s going on?”

They sat down on either side of Hotch’s couch.

“Well, before I get into the whole thing, I’m sorry, I really should have called before I came over here.”

“It’s okay, Garcia. I didn’t exactly have much to do.”

“I… How’s Jack in all of this?”

Hotch hadn’t quite looked her in the eyes since she got here, but this brought his gaze to the coffee table in front of them.

“Just so you know, Jessica should be home with him pretty soon, but…he’s confused, and he misses her of course, but I” he paused for a second, likely considering if he wanted to get into this yet, “I still don’t know how much he knows or if he heard anything.”

“I really hope he didn’t, sir.”

“Me too,” he said just above a whisper.

He hazarded a glance in her direction, eye contact taking too much effort right now. His gaze soon fell on his hands, and her eyes followed. His right hand was in a cast and his left was balled in a fist so tight that even with his short nails, she was sure there would be little red crescents embedded in his palm.

“But um, I have a lot of thoughts and there’s a lot of things that I want you to know, so are you all ready to hear my many, many thoughts?”

“Go ahead.”

“I could tell you that it’ll hurt less and time will pass and someday you’ll be able to think about her and just miss her instead of not being able to think about her because what you feel when you do is so enormously bad and painful, but you don’t need to me tell you the future right now. I want to tell you about right here, right now.”

From the moment Hotch opened the door, she had seen the hurt in his eyes, but now, his brow furrowed in concentration and focus entered into the look in his eyes. His left thumb ran along his other fingers.

“I need you to know that the team loves you, and we care about you. I love you sir, and I know you’re going to blame yourself because I know how your brain works, and that’s just what your brain does when bad things happen, but it’s just plain wrong. You loved her to the edge of the Milky Way and back, and you did everything you could have possibly thought of to stop this, but we don’t know everything. It would make every single thing so much easier, but we don’t, and without knowing exactly what would happen ages before it happened, there’s no choice you could make there that would have saved her.”

He was shaking. Hotch looked down at his hands again and opened his fist. Each finger trembled, and color began returning to his white knuckles. He kept his palm down, not wanting to see the red crescents he was also sure were left there. He scrunched his eyes and blinked away the tears that were building.

“I also know your brain in that when you feel bad, you hate it when other people know, but we care about you, so we worry about you when something really extremely bad like this happens. That’s how it’s supposed to go, whether you like it or not. I need to know that you’re not going to go all distant on us. I actually want to know when you feel bad, so I can know what you need. Can you do that for me?”

He was crying now, face ashamedly angled toward the coffee table. Hotch crossed his arms tightly around his chest and did everything he could to stop his breath from hitching. It didn’t seem to be working very well.

“Sir, I think by now, you have the right to cry, but if you don’t feel comfortable crying in front of me, then that is A-OK… Would you like a hug, so I wouldn’t be seeing you cry? You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

He leaned over and embraced her. Penelope felt how much he was shaking. They stayed like that for at least a minute before Hotch’s breathing settled enough for him to talk.

“I don’t… I haven’t felt comfortable talking about this, but you said you wanted me to tell you when I felt bad. I know I need to talk about it, and I feel you would give me an honest response,” he murmured, arms still wrapped tight around her.

“Lay it on me.”

“It was warranted, and I needed to to save Jack from him, but… I lost control.”

“Sir, you don’t have to be strong all the-“

“No, that’s-that’s not what I mean,” he slipped away from her arms.

She scooted just far away enough to give him space. Penelope’s hands didn’t quite know what to do with themselves, so she spun each one her rings several times over.

She again noticed how small Hotch looked, elbows on his knees and shoulders curling around him. His lack of a suit jacket surely contributed, but that didn’t account for how stark the spike was in how much vulnerability (or weakness he’d call it when it came to himself) she’d seen from him.

“I did things that I didn’t have control over. I killed a man with my bare hands. I don’t even remember some of it. All I remember is being so angry and terrified, but what happened to her hadn’t set in yet. I just knew I needed to hurt him. I needed to keep him away from Jack, but it terrified me.”

She could tell from the look in his eyes alone.

“Sir, that sounds truly awful. I am so sorry you went through that, and also, I’m not letting you say it’s fine just because there isn’t much you could say after I say that. I’m just going to keep talking. Is that okay?”

“Go ahead.”

He closed his hand into a fist again but just tight enough to fidget with his fingers the way Penelope had been seeing him do for years now.

“Okay, here comes another thing I need you to know, and I need you to know these and believe them, not just like how people who say “I’m sorry for your loss” really do care, but sometimes it just kinda goes in one ear out the other. Okay sir?”

“I’m listening.”

“You are an amazing person. You do what this job, which can be really bad and icky sometimes, takes and more. You also put everything you can into trying to be there for Jack, and you used to do that for Haley. You take every teenie weenie ounce of effort you have to give, and you give it. Everyone who has ever known you knows that you try like super duper hard, and sometimes you don’t get anything back for how much you try, and it sucks like really bad, but you are a good person, and even the best people out there, which includes you fyi, lose themselves sometimes. But, you’re back, and I can only imagine how awful that whole thing must feel, but you did those things you couldn’t control to save your little angel of a son. I’d say that’s 100% worth it.”

“Aaron we’re home.”

“Daddy!”

Hotch’s posture straightened, and he brought Jack into his arms.

“Hello Ms. Penelope! I like your orange hair.”

“Hello Mr. Jack! Thank you very much.”

“You’re welcome!”

“What did you do today?” Hotch asked him.

“We went to the park and I petted a dog that was this big!” He stretched his arms out as far as he could, “and then we went to the movies and watched Batman!”

Hotch talked to him and Jessica, his voice even and his shoulders held back. He looked even stronger than usual. He even smiled.

Penelope soon headed off with her umbrella as Hotch got Jack ready for bed. She really hoped he believed her. Hotch was a legend of a person, but heroes will fall and break, and it takes time to be put back together again.

Hotch would remember that conversation for the rest of his life. From then on, he tried to believe what she said, and he tried to be someone that deserved Penelope Garcia.

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