#rose garcia ofc

[httpsdana]

HI BABS ITS ME AGAIN (OFC)

Can I have 33,39,44 for my man Ofc bcs you know I’m obsessed with ow you write him for me

He’s just WOW

I LOVE YOU THE MOST

- your lil 💖💖💖

Cleaning Time~Eric Garcia

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When my Lil asks you know I have to write it immediately. enjoy babes <33

YALL MY BOYS WON THE LEAGUE IM SO PROUD OF THEM

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33-"I hate you" "love you too sweetheart"

39-"Shut up you're not my mum/dad"

44-"I'm tired" "come here"

It was one of those days were y/n just felt like cleaning the whole house. Hers and Eric's apartment was huge, but she knew she'll do it anyways, its just who she is.

Waking up at 6am, y/n got out of her bed and opened the curtains of her bedroom. Eric, who had no training that day and was in deep sleep, groaned when the light from outside entered the room. The sun still hasn't rose up completely, but there was definitely some light.

"y/n...what are you doing?" he said in his deep morning voice, covering his face with her pillow.

"up up Eric. Its cleaning day" she clapped her hands before walking to the bathroom

After doing her business and brushing her teeth, she went back to the bedroom, to see Eric asleep again

"Eric!" she yelled, making him jump up with his eyes widening

"I'm up. I'm up" he raised his hands in defeat, letting out a sigh as he rubbed his eyes still adjusting to the light

She smiled at him, pressing a kiss on his cheek before ushering him to the bathroom

y/n had a plan, for her and Eric. She knew if they were cleaning in the same room, they wouldn't get anything done. So she distributed the chores on her and Eric.

"okay so first I'm gonna be cleaning the kitchen cupboards while you do the laundry okay?" she asked looking up from the paper she had her plan on

Eric looked at her with an amused look making her roll her eyes

"I'm serious Eric!" she whined at his lack of seriousness

"okay okay. just give me a kiss first" he pukered his lips, reaching out to pull her closer by her hips.

She rolled her eyes jokingly, standing on her tiptoes to reach his lips. She connected their lips into a small kiss, before she pulled away. Eric pecked her lips a few times making her giggle slightly before she pushed him away

"thats enough. the laundry is waiting" she reminded him

He rolled his eyes with a sigh before he walked out of the kitchen

If there was something y/n regreted, it was making that day their cleaning day. She already finished everything in the kitchen and had moved to their bedroom, while Eric decided to take a break and play some FIFA with the boys

y/n let out a sigh as she looked at the cloth mountains in front of her. She started arranging them, putting everything in its place, making sure to put her clothes on one side and Eric's on another, even when she knew she almost never wore hers.

"y/n? amor, are you still working here?" Eric asked, watching as she let out another sigh

"I am. I have to finish our closet, and then move to the living room and clean it too" she said, not giving him a single glance

"I think that's enough for today. you're tired" he pointed out, making her roll her eyes

"Shut up you're not my dad" she said, making Eric chuckle

"thats true I'm not. but I am your boyfriend and I think that you should stop for today" he walked closed to her, taking the hoodie she was holding in her hand away from her, making her groan.

"I hate you" she grumbled with a sigh of defeat

"love you too sweetheart" he blew her a kiss, before folding the hoodie and putting it in the closet

He got up and pulled y/n up with him.

"I'll be in the living room. take a shower and freshen up. you need it" he pressed a kiss on her forhead, making her smile

After taking a shower, y/n put on one of Eric's t-shirts with a pair of his shorts

She walked to living room, where Eric was still playing FIFA. He looked up when y/n came, giving her a smile as he paused his game

"I'm tired" she mumbled with a yawn

"come here" he patted his lap, spreading his legs a biy

She walked to him, sitting down on his lap, with her face in his neck, and legs around his hips, while he put his arms around her waist

"go to sleep my love. you need it" he whispered, pressing a kiss on the side of her head.

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[nerdieforpedro]

Canto para mí mismo (I sing for myself)

Nuestras Canciones Series

Santiago “Pope” Garcia x Amalia (plus size OFC)

Main Masterlist/ Santiago Garcia Masterlist

Teens and up (My blog overall is 18+ MDNI)

Summary: Amalia sees a private moment of Santiago’s healing process.

Word Count: 495

Warnings: FEELINGS, mentions of violence and death, angst, PTSD, established relationship, Santiago and reader are maybe late thirties to early forties. Grown people.

Notes: My first Santiago series! I did not expect it to be so…full of feelings. 👀 I heard Oscar Isaac sing, it made me feel various things. I’m maybe working through some things. It’s all come together in four parts. Special thanks to @maggiemayhemnj for helping me with the song. It’s a dirge I came up with. I write poems sometimes, why not a song of mourning? I have range. 😎

Amalia hears it when she enters the house the dulcet sounds of his baritone. Setting her bag down on the counter and slipping off her shoes, she quietly makes her way closer to the sound, swaying with the delicate plucks of his guitar. Santiago was practicing again which was therapeutic for him. He enjoyed singing and writing the occasional song, though he’d never show his brothers in arms. Santi would describe it as being too raw to share with them, there was already so much buried between him and his comrades.

His voice was sullen, recalling his time in Delta Force. He often described it as ‘a hell that tempered my soul but also broke it.’ Pope wasn’t sure how else to describe that time in his life outside of his best friends. That was the best part to him, all the other stuff he pushed away and often bullshitted himself as he did others. It wasn’t until he met his wife Amalia that he was forced to really see himself. All of him. He held a few notes for varying times, throwing each one away at the end, before taking a deep breath and starting again. He’d learned to breathe through his nose and not through his mouth, he’d get a large breath that way, but he’d need to be able to make it last through the lyrics. He was struggling to get one line and sang a few times, changing the pitch so see if that would help. Pope’s thick fingers strummed a different cord, it appeared to resonate with him as he moved on and continued with his song.

His wife watched from the doorway as he played, his eyes closed as his voice carried throughout the house and she smiled. Small steps Santiago took along the area rug in their shared office, bobbing to some beat that she wasn’t privy to. Amalia was aware she was intruding on a private moment as he normally played like this when she wasn’t home, having caught him before. “I’ll only play you the happy songs mi vida (my life). Leave the darkness with me.” Though she wasn’t happy about it, she understood keeping parts of himself closed was protection for him and he’d already given her so much. She’d allow him to have his own space to explore the complex and at times ambivalent feelings he had that shaped who he was now.

The blood of our brothers stains the earth

Never coming home

Their blood is on my hands too

I couldn’t do anything nothing

I made it out with my brothers

We were good for a time

We lost one in the jungle square in the head

I could barely sell a story to his family

Just like he could barely sell a home

We’re all drifting here

Longing for a battle that will never come

Amalia continued to watch her husband sing a dirge for the past that still haunts him.

Next: Verse Two

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[ladyxskywalker]

OCT 2022 (part two)

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[saiilorstars]

Ch. 15:  That’s What I Do

Fandom: Criminal Minds // Pairing: Spencer Reid x OFC

[Story Masterlist] // [Aitana’s Masterlist]

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"Thanks," Aitana said politely and went back to the files.

Penelope was about to say something else, primarily to start a conversation but she figured now wasn't the time. She counted her lucky stars that Aitana hadn't completely shut her out after learning who really read her journal. Things were going slow in terms of rebuilding their friendship but Penelope wasn't going to give up anytime soon.

Aitana put her pen down on the desk and rose from her seat. She wasn't surprised that Penelope was still waiting for her. She grabbed the file on her desk and left the office with Penelope, making a direct line for the conference room.

"So...do you have any plans for the weekend?" Penelope thought to ask on the way.

Aitana knew the trick and she would commend Penelope for doing it so cautiously. She heard firsthand from Morgan how over-the-top Penelope Garcia could be. He also pointed out the restraint Penelope had when it came to their tetchy relationship. Aitana knew it; she saw it. She just wasn't entirely ready to fully forgive Penelope yet.

But never let it be said that she wasn't polite.

"As of right now, yes," she answered just as they were coming into the conference room where another conversation was going on.

"...little more commercialized in the 1950s with trick-or-treat, and today it rivals only Christmas in terms of popularity!" Spencer was excitedly explaining to Emily and Rossi.

"All I asked was what he was doing this weekend," Emily mumbled to the others, her eyes wide from all the information Spencer had spewed in the short span of 2 minutes.

Spencer nodded, not quite getting that Emily wanted him to stop. "I'm toying with the notion of either going to the Edgar Allan Poe Shadow Puppet T or the reenactment of the 19th century Phantasmagoria."

"I don't want to know," Rossi resolved with a shake of his head.

"Phanta...phantaph…" Aitana cocked her head to the side. "Can I just say 'Phantom of the Opera'? I actually know that one."

Spencer grinned at the opportunity to explain even more. "Phantasmagorias are these amazing pre-cinema projected ghost shows invented in France, where the showman attempted to spook the audience using science magic. And it just so happens that I have an extra ticket." Of course as soon as he replayed his last sentence and realized how that sounded—a direct ask for a date—he stammered to clarify what he meant. "I-I mean that for everyone, n-n-not just…" He weakly gestured towards Aitana who, thankfully, didn't seem to think anything more of it. He did, however, notice Emily's and Morgan's smirks. He would be hearing about this, he was sure.

"I'm actually going to try and celebrate Halloween this year too," Aitana said, even revealing a bit of giddiness too. "I haven't really done it since I got out of Witness and now that Elia and I are talking again...we're hosting a little Halloween party. Everyone here is invited, of course."

"I don't mean to rain on the parade—" Morgan started, "—but you should know that this job might get in the way of plans like those."

"I know," Aitana nodded. "But I think that planning it and wanting it is a big step for my case. Last year, I literally locked myself in my room. This year, if all goes well, I will be Alice in Wonderland."

"Aww, that would be adorable," gushed Penelope. That one, she couldn't hold in and Aitana knew it when the woman clapped a hand over her mouth and ducked her head. That was just her personality.

Aitana smiled lightly and moved around to hand over the copies of the case they would be discussing soon. As she handed the last copy, Hotch strode in and started the meeting.

"We're going to Detroit," he announced as he flicked the screen on. They were met with some photographs of charred corpses.

"It's Halloween weekend," Spencer said with the touch of natural disappointment. Morgan then glanced at Aitana to remind her of his warning. Yeah, now she understood.

"Arson investigators have noticed a 3-year trend in the days leading up to Halloween," Hotch explained. "Devil's Night. This unsub is killing only these 3 days out of the year."

"He's burning his victims alive," Aitana made a weak gesture towards the charred corpses. No one should be seeing that in the morning...or at any time actually. "He's abducting seemingly random people and dumping their bodies in abandoned parts of town. He struck again last night."

"Yeah. Tony Torrell, 40," Penelope switched pictures on the screen to show the man she spoke about. "He lives in the suburbs, but he was found 20 miles away in the Rivertown District. He's attacking the city at its most vulnerable time."

"What does he do during the rest of the year?" asked Spencer.

"He's dormant," Hotch said.

That didn't strike as reasonable. "You know, arsonists are typically white males between 17 and 25 who can't stay away from fire," remarked Spencer.

"Yeah, they're addicted to it and there's no rehab," Morgan added. "And they target dwellings, not people."

Penelope had tried following along with their profiling lingo and she was fairly sure that she'd gotten it right. "So you're saying he burns his victims alive but he's not an arsonist?"

Morgan nodded. "Fire is simply his weapon."

"And Devil's Night gives him the perfect cover to kill," Hotch said.

"Then we've got 48 hours before he disappears again," Emily realized based off the current timeline they had.

Morgan flipped through the file to skim the previous victim's information. "Well, his last victim was athletic. He wouldn't be easy to subdue. The offender must be just as strong or might have an upper hand if he's younger."

"Which begs the question of how he transports his victims across the city and gets them inside buildings without being noticed?" Aitana swayed her head as she considered possible ideas. None of them were easy to go with. The fact is during Halloween and the days leading up to it, no one was watching anything.

~0~

Once Aitana made herself comfortable on the long couch of the jet, she started going through the files again. "At the risk of sounding like an idiot, I thought Devil's Night was Halloween Eve…" Thankfully, no one took her words to heart.

Spencer was more than happy to get to explain again. "The moniker "Devil's Night" is somewhat deceiving. In Detroit, it's actually a 3-day citywide cultural phenomenon, complete with masks, chaos, and costumes."

"Say that 3 times fast," Rossi said, making Aitana chuckle.

"Sounds like Mardi Gras," Emily said.

"Vandals and amateur arsonists literally set hundreds of fires. Who burns their own city?" Morgan shook his head. It could've been their own home, for God's sake.

"It started as pranks in the 1930s but escalated in the 1970s with disenfranchised youth," said Spencer.

"Well, given today's economy, it must be a free-for-all," Rossi remarked. "They've got record-breaking unemployment and foreclosures, leaving a lot of displaced, desperate people."

"And every single one of these victims suffered unimaginable pain," Aitana crinkled her nose the further she read.

"I'm sure that's what gets him off, watching them burn," Morgan said. "It gives him power and control. The top of the whodunit list is first responders. Firefighters, arson investigators, cops, and paramedics. Civil servants with a hero complex."

"All of whom will be helping us," Hotch reminded them. It wouldn't be an easy task scoping out the needle in the haystack.

"This guy's angry…" Emily went through more pictures of the victims.

"Aren't they all?" Aitana looked up from her own copy. "I mean…I know I'm still raw but any guy—any person—who does things like these has to be furious. Question is what they're angry about."

"Extreme anger usually manifests from a quick temper, but this guy's patient," Spencer noted. It wasn't something they typically saw.

"I'm gonna ask Garcia to notify us the minute that someone's reported missing," Hotch resolved. It was better to have some clues before they did anything else.

"Burns 3 people annually. It's like his Christmas," Rossi said. "And the rest of the year he just plans- targeting his victims and then choosing the buildings he wants to kill them in."

"There's a flaw in his plan," Hotch said, earning the curious looks from the team. "We know about it."

~0~

Aitana made herself scarce from the team as soon as they got to the Detroit precinct to get her information about the popularity of the Unsub. She was trying her best to be a good liaison out in the field. She often felt like she wasn't doing enough, or at least not what JJ would've done. She hoped this would fade with time. When she returned to the conference room, only Spencer was in. He was surrounded by the victims' files.

"I hope I wasn't wrong but I told them we weren't doing anything with the press for now." She fiddled with her fingers until she caught herself and forced her hands on her sides. "I figured since the unsub only kills 3 days out of the year, giving him the popularity of the press wouldn't be the best idea."

"That was a good call," Spencer nodded, unknowingly delivering the assurance Aitana needed to hear.

"Yeah? You think Hotch would agree?"

"Yes, don't worry."

Aitana blew some air out then awkwardly smiled. "I promise that I'll eventually stop asking questions like these. I just need to get the hang of this job."

"Still having trouble, then?"

Aitana nodded. "I have never had this much trouble working before Witness. I'm afraid it's never going to stop."

"It will."

"I know you're super-duper smart but how can you be sure about this one?"

"Because you've already proven that you can get better."

Aitana scrunched her face in confusion. "No, hold on," she pulled a chair to sit down, "You're going to have to explain that one. What did the doctor see that I missed? Besides everything, of course."

Spencer smiled at her. She often said things like that and it just made him smile. He imagined that before Witness, she had been a breezy kind of person. She was probably cheerful—not that she wasn't right now but given her situation, she was naturally less cheery—and lively. She definitely gave the vibe that she'd been lively before Witness.

"You're talking to Elia again," he told her. "You didn't do that anymore, remember?"

"Okay so me talking to my best friend again means that I'm on the right track?"

"In a way," nodded Spencer. "You don't have to be better all at once. First, you didn't work and now you do. Then you decided to talk to Elia again. Those are good steps."

Aitana leaned back in her chair to consider his points. "You're right," she eventually agreed. "Thanks, I needed that."

For a moment there, Spencer didn't know what to do with himself. No one really ever took his words with actual consideration, much less thank him genuinely for saying them in the first place. "Uh, you're...welcome…"

"You should be a therapist on the side," Aitana joked as she pushed her chair in to go over the files.

"For now, I think I'll stay with what I have," Spencer said. He slid a few files over to her to go over. "You just need to try to stop asking for reassurance. If you think it's right, follow through."

Aitana nodded. "I'll try."

Soon after, Hotch and Rossi returned from the morgue. They gathered at the table with the other two and went over the victims' files as well.

"The first time I looked at these victims on the map, none of it made sense. 7 different victims, various ages, sex, and ethnicity," Spencer started, prompting the others to stop and listen. "The first victim...often tells us the most. That would be Tommy Proctor."

Rossi picked up that specific file and saw various pages attached in the back. "Well, his rap sheet is longer than the Nile. It looks like he's always walked on the dark side."

"The first kill inspired him."

"What's different about it?" asked Hotch.

"Two things. First of all, his body wasn't found for days. He was buried deep in the building. That often tells us that they know each other. Not to mention it took many botched attempts to burn them."

"Was he stupid enough to think you could easily burn a human body?" Aitana crinkled her nose. She couldn't imagine what that first victim went through.

"Or it's overkill," said Rossi. "He wanted Proctor to suffer the most."

"Which definitely makes it personal," Hotch nodded.

"If he knew the first victim, it's a good chance he knew them all. We just have to find out how," Spencer said.

"Oh, oh, I can do that," Aitana raised her two index fingers in the air. "I'll call the latest victim's wife. That's what I do ri…" she trailed off when she met Spencer's gaze. He reminded her of what they spoke about earlier. "That's what I do," Aitana said with newfound reassurance. "That's what I do."

Spencer smiled. His smile widened when he heard her mumbling that to herself on her way out. She was trying which was what counted.

~0~

Aitana was prepared as much as she could be for the preliminary interview with the victim's wife. It was agreed that she would start it while Rossi took note of the woman's behavior from outside. He would then conduct the full interview. Aitana thought it was much better than throwing her into a first full interview. Baby steps. She was definitely okay with baby steps.

She took in a breath before entering the room where the woman would be waiting. "Hi, how are you doing?"

The wife was, naturally, shaken up. "Uh...I'm fine. Uh, I'm here to see Agent Rossi."

"Yes, of course, he's going to be with you in just a few minutes," Aitana came to the empty chair in front of the woman. "I'm Agent Serrano."

"Oh, I'm Kiersten Torrell. Uh...my husband Tony was killed last night."

"Yes, I'm very sorry about that. May I sit down?"

"Oh, yeah. Are-are you working on his case?"

"I am, we are."

Kiersten noticed the fine in Aitana's hand. "Is there a picture of him in your folder? I want to see him."

As new as she was, Aitana knew that was a huge no. She couldn't imagine how Kierston would react to seeing her husband's charred corpse. "Kiersten, uh, your husband was very badly burned. I don't think that's a good idea."

Confusion flashed across Kierston's eyes. "What do you mean, he was burnt?"

No one's told her. Aitana wished Rossi would've warned her about that. It would've been nice to be prepared. Maybe that was the point. Baby steps included small challenges that she had to overcome. "Umm, I'm so sorry but...the person who did this uses fire as a weapon."

That confusion turned into realization real quick. "Was Tony set on fire alive?"

"We...we're not sure…"

Kierston brought her hand to her mouth. "Oh, my God. Oh, my God, this can't be happening. Ohh…" Aitana hated the tears that were springing in the woman's eyes. "Next week was our anniversary."

"I'm really sorry," Aitana said. She racked her head for anything more useful to say but she was almost sure that there was nothing better to say. She'd been on the other side when one of her grandfathers passed away. All the 'I'm sorry's' were nice to hear because it meant support from others, but it didn't stop the pain that came with death.

"Are you married?" Kierston asked her,l as she tried to clean up her tears.

"No, I'm not," Aitana shook her head. "I can't imagine what you're going through. But everything you tell us can help us find the person who did this to Tony. I know this is hard, but I want you to try to remember that when you're talking to Agent Rossi."

Kierston nodded fervently. "Mm-hmm."

"Okay, he'll be right in," Aitana rose from her seat. She felt like she was leaving awkwardly and wondered if that was something she would need to work on too. When she stepped out, she met with Rossi who'd been attentively paying attention from the window. "You could've mentioned that she didn't know how her husband died."

"Baby steps," Rossi said, making her smile.

Confirmed. Aitana sighed and handed him the file. "I guess I should pay attention now?"

"That would be a good idea." Rossi plucked the file from her hand and went for the door.

Aitana couldn't help but smile to herself. She made her way to the window and paid very close attention.

~0~

Rossi and Aitana returned from the interview and Rossi relayed everything that Kierston had told him to the team. The only one who seemed to take the news negatively was the Captain of the precinct, Garner.

"You make him sound like he's Freddy Krueger or something!" he exclaimed.

"No, but I do think he's severely burned," Rossi clarified. The way Kierston described the possible Unsub left no other alternative.

"It explains why he chooses this time of the year," Spencer added. "He doesn't have to hide his scars."

"What about his victims?" Garner demanded. Nothing was making sense.

"He's punishing them for wronging him," Hotch said, but it wasn't the answer Garner expected.

"Wronging him? What about his second victim?" He grabbed the only female victim's picture amongst the pile on the table. "Have you looked at Josephine Davis' life? She was the nicest woman in the world. How did she wrong this guy?"

"It doesn't have to make sense to us, just the Unsub," Aitana said quietly. She didn't want to go back and forth with Garner. She understood his disbelief and if she'd been on the other side, she would probably be acting like him too.

"He's had interactions with all of his victims, some more personal than others," Emily said.

"So he's acting out of revenge," Garner resolved. "Kiersten and Tony didn't even speak to him."

"Maybe not that night, but at some point in the past," Morgan said to make him really grasp the picture.

"Now, wait a minute," Rossi said once something stood out from the victims files. "Josephine was abducted from her husband. Tony was abducted from his wife."

"You think these couples represent the happiness he covets?" Emily wondered.

"Or something he lost," Morgan added the other possibility. "He's a young guy with a deformity. Major insecurities come with that. A trauma like that would be devastating for him and anyone in his life."

"Is anyone else bothered by his choice of weapon?" Aitana stuck a fingernail between her teeth as she skimmed those particular lines. "Isn't it rare for an arsonist to be a burn victim themself?"

"It's less than 3.5%," Spencer didn't fail to make the exact calculation for them.

"This guy's not an arsonist. He's a serial killer who uses fire," Morgan reminded them. "And that choice of weapon tells us that he's aggressive, driven, and destructive, just like fire itself."

"But why would someone so controlling choose the most unpredictable weapon?" Garner inquired.

"This juxtaposition tells us there's more going on with him than we realize," Emily told him. "He's probably experienced some kind of loss these past few years that started him down this path."

"We should look at accidents where couples were burned," Hotch decided after listening to them. "Focusing on ones where gasoline was the accelerant."

A moment later, Morgan felt his phone buzzing in his pocket.

"Right, so, he's not an arsonist but the places that this guy's picking…" Aitana began, "Based on what Emily and Rossi said, could those places be related to whatever accident happened to him?"

"Leaving his victims in the heart of Rivertown, in the center of these buildings themselves, may be subconscious on his part, but it says that this affected his very core," Emily basically confirmed Aitana's suspicions.

"All right, hold on. Somebody else has just been abducted," Morgan said after reading the text Penelope sent him.

"How do we know this is our guy?" Garner asked just in a chance that this wasn't yet another victim doomed to be burned.

Unfortunately, it was.

"Because his daughter said a monster took her daddy away."

In a short moment, they had Penelope on speaker for the whole room to listen in. "The victim's name is Christopher Edwards. He's 35. He lives in the suburbs. Birmingham."

"How far is that from the Rivertown District?" Hotch turned to Garner.

"Not more than 40 minutes."

Hotch nodded. "He might already be inside. Let's lock it down."

"We'll trap him," Garner was the first one to head for the door.

"I'll go with you," Hotch called and soon had Emily with him as well. "Garcia, have Detroit P. D. set up roadblocks!"

"Got it!" Penelope dutifully exclaimed then hung up.

"The rest of you, try to weed out the identity of the unsub," Hotch said before he was gone.

Aitana was pretty sure that somehow they got the harder task.

~ 0 ~

Aitana had felt her phone buzz a couple times in her pocket while she was getting some coffee. She nicked her phone out without checking the ID. "Serrano," she promptly answered.

"Hey! It's Garcia—you probably already knew that…" Penelope awkwardly paused, that wasn't how she envisioned the phone call going.

"Did you find something new, Garcia?" Aitana focused on putting the creamer into the coffee.

"Um, just the last known address of Kaman…"

"Great, you can text it right? My hands are a bit full right now."

"Of course, sure."

"Great, bye." Aitana was about to pull her phone from her ear when Penelope anxiously called her to wait.

"I was just, um, you said you were going to be Alice in Wonderland for Halloween?"

"Yup, that's the plan."

"If you...need some blue bows...I have some, if you want." For all the talking she usually did, Penelope couldn't find the right ones to say.

Aitana sighed. She recognized the attempts Penelope often made to get back in her good Grace's. "I don't think I'll need them, thanks."

"Well, if you change your mind, let me know. I know you're having a party with your family so…"

"Not with the family...not anymore," Aitana stuck the lid on her coffee cup.

"What?" Penelope blinked. "Not...not anymore? Did something happen?" For a moment she wondered if Aitana didn't want to be around her family again. Last time she heard, Aitana was trying to mend her relationship with her parents.

For that reason, Aitana decided to explain. She didn't want Penelope believing things that weren't true. "No, not really. They're just flying out to Mexico for Día de los Muertos. We always do that but since I took this job…"

Penelope understood then. "You can't go. Sorry."

"That's actually one thing you don't have to apologize for," Aitana remarked. "They're flying out so...it'll just be me and Elia."

"O-okay." Penelope felt the incessant urge to apologize again.

"Gotta go," Aitana promptly said then hung up.

~0~

The slow night of little clues suddenly turned into the very opposite. The team knew exactly who they were searching for: Kaman Scott. They discovered the links between the victims and since they were all for exacting revenge, they were sure there had to be one more person on that list—the most important person to Kaman.

"Ma'am, are you sure we shouldn't address the press at all?" The Sergeant of the precinct was trailing after Aitana down the bullpen.

From the conference room, Rossi and Spencer were watching it with the exact same amusement.

"Shouldn't we try to help her?" Spencer did ask after a moment of feeling guilty.

"Baby steps," was all Rossi had to say. Besides that, a phone call drew their attention away anyways.

"Captain Garner called to inform us that the suspect is on the loose," the Sergeant was still saying and because Aitana didn't want him to follow her into the conference room, she turned around to meet him.

"I heard," she assured him. "But I've done my thinking and if he's as devolving as I think he is, it's best not to give him the spotlight." Because according to Emily and Morgan, there was no one in the address Penelope gave them for Kaman's home.

"But what about the people? Don't they have a right to know?"

"Of course but if I go out and tell them there's an unsub who's ready to burn down anything at this point, do you really think it'll keep order on the streets?" Aitana folded her arms over her chest. "I'll also go ahead and remind you it's pre-Halloween."

The Sergeant began to deflate. "I guess…"

"The last thing I want is for someone to get in the unsub's way and become a potential victim. So, in conclusion, we're leaving the press out of it." Aitana smiled a tight-lipped smile then turned to continue on her way for the conference room. She was two steps away when both Rossi and Spencer walked out. "What's happened?"

"Another victim," Rossi said and led the way.

The victim, just like all the others, turned out to have ties with Kaman. The location, however, was a bit odd. He'd been running around the street, getting mauled over by the cars in the process, until one car struck him and forced him to the ground. They were slightly lucky in that Kaman had left behind his trusty van. And it was 'slightly lucky' because…

"This is in terrible condition," remarked Aitana after getting sight of the front side. The seats were nearly torn and she wouldn't be surprised if the driving wheel snapped off with a hard turn.

"Come look in the back," called Spencer.

She came around to see what he and Rossi were staring at. "Ah, lovely...there's a cage." Kaman must have thrown his victims into the cage like dogs and locked them up while he drove around the city.

"Chris Edwards fired Kaman from the diner 7 months ago," Hotch started briefing the trio joined him by the ambulance. "Anything in the van?"

"Welding equipment, cans of gasoline…" Rossi listed.

"And a cage," Spencer said the lucky words that got Garner moving his team to the spot.

"Without his car, he's going to lie in wait until he can't anymore," Hotch said, his face falling grim. "Then he's gonna lash out again."

~ 0 ~

Indeed Kaman would lash out. Penelope was quick to come in with the much needed information to connect the dots. Hotch and Garner would take the lead to the next victim's home, the once girlfriend of Kaman. The rest would follow in the cars behind.

"Sorry. I keep trying the Anderson house, but the line's busy," Penelope was connected to everyone on the drive to the victim's home.

"Not surprising," Emily said from the passenger's seat. "He must already be there."

"Garcia, have any fires been reported in the area?" they heard Hotch through the other SUV.

"Negative, but medics and fire suppression are on the way."

"Good. Tell them to stand by."

"Roger that. Um, guys, there's one more thing I gotta tell you."

Everyone picked up on Penelope's reluctance.

"Now's a good time as ever, baby girl," Morgan said. The others in the car felt the increase of speed he put on the pedal.

"Tracy had a son," Penelope eventually said. She sounded breathless, probably still in shock from her discovery.

"Kaman doesn't know that, he might burn his own son." Aitana then wished for Morgan to pick up the speed on that pedal.

'Your man wants everyone to hold their position.' Garner's voice filled the communications line. 'We need a single rifle. I say again, all units, hold your position.'

Morgan stopped the car at a safe distance from the lucky home. For a moment, everyone was silent.

"Hotch is going inside," Rossi said what they were all thinking. If a little boy was involved, there was no way Hotch wouldn't attempt to go into that house.

"And he's on his own," Morgan muttered.

"Hotch won't do anything to spin him," Spencer said, hoping to quell their nerves.

"It's not Kaman I'm worried about," Rossi admitted. "This isn't his first time at the dance. We gotta trust him on this."

Aitana knew that she could trust in Hotch, but the nerves didn't die so quickly. Maybe it was the lack of time she'd known him—which was very plausible—or maybe it was the mere thought of a child in danger of getting burned. Either one seemed right. She was so deep in her thoughts that she didn't hear the first time they gave the all-clear. They arrested Kaman and managed to keep everyone else safe, including the little boy.

~0~

"Is there ever a point where you can get used to this type of stuff?" Aitana would ask later on the trip home. Her eyes flickered to Hotch sitting opposite of her. "You have a son, don't you?"

Hotch nodded. "You don't necessarily get used to it but...you learn to live with it. The key is to focus on the important things."

"And what would that be?" Aitana waited for anyone to respond. She would love to get different perspectives.

"The people you manage to save, first of all," Emily was the first to answer. "That always helps."

"Save someone, you save their life, you give the world a person that might not have made it because of you," Morgan added, and a good point too. Aitana smiled lightly.

"It also makes you appreciate your own life a bit more," Rossi said, smiling himself. "The little things, especially."

Aitana chuckled. "It might be ironic from me, though. It's no secret that my life isn't exactly put together at the moment." She let her head turn in Spencer's direction, sharing a knowing look with him. He definitely knew something about that. "Still, you guys are right. Oh, and you know what, Rossi? I can appreciate something this weekend: I get to celebrate Halloween for the first time in a long time."

"There you go, kid," Rossi pointed at her.

"Yeah, that means Pretty Boy can even go see that spooky ghost show too," Morgan shot Spencer a teasing smirk.

"It's not a ghost show!" Spencer frowned, completely missing the tease. "And I'm not sure what I'm doing, I haven't decided."

"What about you?" Emily asked Aitana while the other two bickered with each other. "You and Elia are still hosting?"

"Sort of," shrugged Aitana. "My family managed to get earlier plane tickets to Mexico for Día de los Muertos. It's a whole tradition, we always went each year for those days. Be with the family, make altars…" She sighed. "But this year I told them my job is on-call and I couldn't go. It's fine," she added quickly before anyone could say anything. "It's better that I'm not going. I don't think I'm ready to be around so many people. I have a big family."

"Baby steps," reminded Rossi, making her chuckle.

"Yeah," she nodded.

~0~

When Aitana heard the knock on her open office door and saw Penelope, she made a move to get out of there quicker. "Just leave the files on the desk, please."

"Actually, I come bearing gifts," Penelope stepped inside and pulled her arms from behind her back.

Aitana looked up from her things to find Penelope holding a box...a pastry box. "Penelope, I don't mean to be rude but you really shouldn't have."

"I know you said that you weren't going to Mexico with your family for Día de Los Muertos and I felt really bad about that—"

Aitana swung her bag over her shoulder and moved around the desk. "Well, you shouldn't have. I didn't mean for it to be a pity story. I'm okay that they're gone."

"But it's an important celebration," Penelope said. "My stepfather was Hispanic and he showed my brother and I some of the altars that his family used to make. One of the best things that we would get was, um, Pan de Muerto?"

Aitana's eyes dropped to the box in Penelope's hands in realization. "Oh Penelope…"

"I know the recipes vary by region and I don't know where your family's from but this is the best bread I could find on a short notice. They say it's really good," Penelope all but swore on her life that what she said was true. "And it's fresh."

"When did you buy this?" Aitana shook her head with a sigh then walked up to Penelope. Even with the enclosed box, she could still smell the sweet bread inside.

"Earlier," Penelope's eyes darted everywhere but Aitana's figure. She was overly nervous. "I thought maybe you and Elia might want to eat it."

Aitana sighed heavily. She brought a few fingers to rub her forehead. "Penelope Garcia you make it really hard…"

Penelope dressed the big mistake she must have made. "Sorry, sorry, I just thought it would be nice and maybe a way to feel close to your family while they're gone."

Aitana nodded. "You make it really hard to stay angry with you," she finally got her sentence out.

Penelope blinked in surprise. "What?"

Aitana smiled slightly. "Spencer made it easier because he didn't talk to me, much less give me gifts. That's not to say that I expect gifts every time we have a fall-out. This—" she waved at the box, "—is a really thoughtful gift, thank you."

Penelope's lips curled into a wide smile. "You're very welcome! And while I have you in a good mood, I need to apologize again. I should've never touched that journal. I shouldn't have read it."

Aitana motioned her to stop talking. "You know what? Maybe it's best to just leave that in the past. I've been finding ways to move on from Witness and I think this journal's a part of that. I need to stop spending time on that. Thinking about it isn't going to help me anymore. I just want to move on now."

"Okay," Penelope nodded. "You'll never hear about it from my lips again."

Aitana thanked her. "You know, Elia and I can't possibly finish this bread by ourselves. Do you think you can help us there?"

Penelope raised an eyebrow at her. "Are you...are you inviting me?"

Aitana chuckled. "Like I said, my family is gone so Elia and I aren't really having a party. She called me and told me that she bought a bag of candy for trick-or-treaters instead. If you want...you can come and we can have a little get-together ourselves? Maybe pass out some candy to trick-or-treaters too?"

Penelope's face lit up to match that of a jack o' lantern. "I would love to!"

"Great, I'll wait for you then."

"Yeah, yeah, I'll be quick! I just have to get my stuff!" Penelope deposited the pastry box into Aitana's hands and hurried for the door. Aitana laughed and followed behind. "I will be quick, I promise! Be right back!" She nearly sprinted down the bullpen, ignoring Spencer's and Emily's questioning calls.

"What's she so excited about?" Emily asked before noticing the box Aitana carried. "And what's that?"

"Umm, Penelope knows about my family being gone for the weekend and she got me Day of the Dead bread," Aitana shifted the box in her arms.

"So are you two okay, then?" Spencer asked her, already smiling at the prospect.

Aitana nodded. "Yeah, I just feel bad about this…"

"If you feel bad, feel free to hand the bread over," Emily extended her hands for the box.

Aitana chuckled. "No, um, she was really sweet and went out to buy the freshest bread she could find on short notice…"

"But…?" Spencer motioned her to finish what she clearly was reluctant to.

Aitana smiled with full guilt. "My parents own a bakery— a panadería—so I already have bread waiting for me at home."

Emily laughed. "Oh, Garcia…"

"Yeah, I won't tell her about this until after we finish the bread."

Spencer was thoughtful for a moment, tilting his head. "Wait a minute, is that where you got my donut the other day?" Aitana nodded at him. "I wondered where you got one so fresh at such a late hour."

"I called in a favor," she shrugged. "My parents don't really make those, they're not very popular there." She might as well have said something catastrophic.

"What!? Those are the best donuts!" Spencer huffed.

"Not in that neighborhood!"

"Those are some questionable tastes, then!"

Aitana rolled her eyes. "Oh calm down, I'll hook you up later."

"I'm ready!" Penelope came rushing back in with her things. "You didn't change your mind, did you?"

"Of course not," Aitana said.

"C'mon! We've got to get in costume! And I have your bows, Alice!"

"You came prepared with a costume?" Aitana's eyes widened a bit.

"With this job, you have to be. Now c'mon!" Penelope waved quickly at Emily and Spencer then motioned Aitana to get going.

"Happy Halloween," Aitana barely had time to say to the pair before Penelope called again.

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[stay--satan]

Rose in Red: CHAPTER 1

This story is loosely based in DC Cinematic Universe before the Batman vs Superman events

Before aliens, super villains groups, kids with super powers, there was a family. They weren’t blood related, but it was his family Until one clown ended all and now they were strangers. One is supposed to be dead, the other one living another life and the last trying to live up by his own name. Five years ago a clown teared his family apart. Bruce learned five years ago that maybe his rules weren’t the thing that made him a better man. Maybe vengeance was all that he had left.

SUMMARY

CHAPTER 1 - Looking back

The man could touch the silence that took over the house. A house once he was so happy and proud. The house where he once thought about raising his children and their children after that.

"BOYS!" He screams with the running in the upstairs hall. The oldest puts his head in the stairs "May I know why you are not ready?" "He's talking to Sophie Smith" the other one said behind the man caughting by surprise "Who's this?" "Dick's girfriend" the boy gives a devilish smile and out of nowhere there is a baseball ball hitting in his stomach. Grunting loudly from the pain he makes his way to uptairs so he could fight back, but is pushed back by his father "No, the only reason you're going up there is to put some pants. God Jason, where are your pants" "I was eating and I didn't want them dirty" he says guilty letting go of his embrace and run back to his room "RICHARD, HELP YOUR BROTHER WITH HIS TIE" "Why am I the one to do it?" Dick whine from his room. Bruce sighs massaging his temples "Because you're both late and Alfred is sick so he can't help you... Also because I said so!" he says the last part a little louder. God he missed Alfred.

Bruce walks in the destroyed home, it's so different then what it used to be. The walls now are covered in criminal's graffiti from the invasion, it had a awful mold smell and it was dark than ever did before. He wonders if it's not because he was alone there. The house never liked to be empty,

"Guys. Living room, now!" The two boys ran their way to the room finding a very interested Alfred and concern Bruce, still dressed as Batman but without the cowl. Dick's the first one to notice something different about him. He sees a girl behind him, not much younger than him with his 16 years. "Everyone, this is Rose." Bruce pushes the girl by the shoulders so she can come forward "She... Something bad happened to her family, so now we're gonna be her family." Jason's expression for the first time isn't angrish. He feels the heaten taking over his cheeks as she timidly smiles to them.

He walks towards where once used to be the kids room. Luckily or not, those were the least demaged places in the house. He first goes to Dick's, opening the door so carefully as he was still there in his privacy. Bruce could see all clearly now, like it was ten years ago. His boy with loud music in his ears while training with a punch bag. He never liked to train in the cave saying it was 'too dark' for him. So he did the basics in his room with the view to outside.

"Do you want to talk about it?" "I thought I said to leave me alone" the boy looks back to his window. Bruce walks to him sitting right beside him "Look, I get it. You're feeling misplaced" "I went away for a few months to help my team and you already find a replacement" he grunts still not looking the man in the eyes "Richard, the situation with Jason is complicated." "Always is" "But I'm not replacing anyone okay?" the boy still acts like he wasn't there. Bruce sighs straighting himself "You found your place, Dick. You can't lie to me and say that you don't miss your team and rather be here. You are now part of something bigger of your own" Dick moves his head staring the floor "And Jason, he is... He is lost. And he really admired you and all your work okay? I just want to give him this part of your life that you had. Not only the Robin situation, but feeling part of something. And if you wanna leave to be a full time part of your team like Barbara did, you'll always be welcome to my home and the family, son." Dick looks at Bruce with such caring words he never heard before, placing the angrish face with a hug to his father.

Now, he looks at the red door in front of him half destroyed. Bruce licks his lips before coming in taking a good look in the dameged. This time, it wasn't the criminals that did it, but the owner of the room. He walks in the next purple and black room, still with marks from ripped posters. He feels now the most organized room of the house now were the most mess. With broken windows and kicked door, he could still hear the scream from that night. But yet, he tried to push that memory a little bit longer remembering another one.

"Why you don't wanna go?" "Because it's a ridiculous captalist event that rich people have so they can press their money in other rich's face" Rosa cross her arm staring at the car's window. Bruce had picked her up from school and saw a group of girls making fun for not having a date to the Debutante Ball. He knew she got the invitation because he got one too "Plus it's pointless the whole idea of 'introducing women to society' as if this will give us some respect" she grunts again Rose was oficially Bruce Wayne's first daughter. She was the only one out of the two boys who accepted Bruce's request to a legal adoption changing her last name and call him a father. She had the nerves of the Batman and the stubborness of Bruce. "Look, I get it. It's embarrassing." he starts "But when I was young, my mother took me when I was 8." she looks at him respectufully. Everytime he talked to her about his parents, she would drop any atitude down to listen. "And as every 8 year old boy, I was bored to pretty much everything. But she still insisted." he smiles remembering "So she putted me in a fancy suit and took me by her arm. And I didn't understand the point of all of this. I saw girls with underage drinking, some heavy action between couples and I thought it was so stupid to pull out a stunt like that I mean, it was a party with a huge excuse to teenagers to do what they couldn't do back in home. But then, they start to annouce the girls and their fathers. And I looked at them, tearing up, clapping loudly and proudly. But they hadn't no idea what was going on behind the curtains. But my mother knew, she was one of them before and she was still there, tearing up and clapping loudly to each girl. I didn't understand why until I was your age and came to one with this girl, Rachel." he gives a corner smile remembering her again "And I was in another view than when I was 8, you know? I was the one who walked down stairs with a girl in my arm feeling like the biggest boy in the place. It wasn't until the dance starts that I realised that the party wasn't about having formal interactions and expansive drinking. It was a celebration for their kids, and for themselves. It was to be able to gush over them about how proud they are and how far they come. Do you understand?"

Rose nodds to him quietly "So as your father, I would very much like to be there for you this day. No one beside us knows your story, but I do. And I want to clap loudly and proudly of how much I am proud to where you are today."

Back in the present, Bruce kneels on the floor finding her necklace on the floor. The same one he gave her as Debutante present. He puts in his pocket taking one last look before heading to the last one, the big red door.

"I thought you would be leaving with Dick?" he says to the boy sitting on his bed reading. He stopped saying brother a while ago since their fight about him not being his father or any of them their brother. It took a while to Bruce get used to, but he was right. His parents were alive, he just didn't want any contact with them and rather stay with Bruce. Also the world's great detective wasn't that dumb. He had noticed stuff "You sure you don't wanna go with me and Rose? We won't be out long" He sees the boy stops reading and stares his bed thinking before shaking his head. Bruce make his way out before hearing Jason call. "Yes?" "Do you ever... Do you ever wanted something you know it's wrong but you don't know what to do to get over it?" Jason talked really low so no one could hear them. Bruce closes the door behind him walking towards to the kid. "What do you mean?" "Like, like when you had that drinking problem. You knew it was bad and disgusting, but eventually you got over it... How did you do it?" Bruce let's out a deep breath before facing the 17 year old teenager again "Are you talking about something physical or feelings?" Jason only stared at him knewing what he meant "Jason, you're not disgusting because of this." "How could I not?" "She's not your sister" "But I live with her! And now I... I-I can't stop thinking about her" "Jason, look at me." he pushs the boy over the shoulders "Since she came in, I see the way you act around her. You might only be realising that now, but I've been longer before you did. Why do you think I made sure you both knew your place in this family?" the boy kept quiet while hearing the old man's words "If there's anything I learned over the years is that family isn't just blood related or nicknames. It's about ties. You're my family Jason because I trust you with my eyes closed and I love you. You're family to her because you both trust each other and are bond to always have each other's back. Not because I adopted her or put you under my wing, but because of trust. But I need to know if you are willing to face this and telling her the same" "Yes, Bruce" "Good, then put your suit. We're leaving in 20 minutes"

"I knew I would found you here, Sir" Bruce turns around to see Alfred grinning to him "I had to come back here" "I know sir, I'm not the one to judge" Bruce takes another look in the room fill with graffitis. But they were different from the others downstairs "I called her for you sir, she is on her way" "Did you tell her?" "No, I believe is not my place..." Bruce sighed taking a looking to the red wall "I am afraid she won't recover from this" "Master Wayne, if I may... Miss Wayne had enough in her life. Her feelings might be shattered, but this is the right thing to do. For the first time in my life, I believe that you made a wise decision. There will be consequences, but it'll be a start" Bruces looks at Alfred finally agreeing. He stares at the wall with his huge symbol painted in red written THINK He had think and the truth was way worse than he expected. "You know how Miss Wayne is about Master Todd. She'll come to her senses sooner than Master Dick."

#rose in red #batfamily x reader #batman x reader #dick grayson x reader #jason todd x reader #bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne imagines #rose wayne ofc #rosalinda wayne ofc #rose garcia ofc

[spacedikut]

I've seen fics of Spencer doing everything to make valentine's day special for reader but what do you think reader would do to make it the best day for spencer?

I just know that he would get all sentimental (and probaly cry a little lmao) because he has never had someone to spend Valentine's day before and doing cute and cheesy things for him

honestly i think it’d be what i wrote about celebrating your first v day with spencer just...the other way around

like you said! he’s never properly celebrated it before so why not make up for every year he missed with an abundance of the cheesiest most cliche gifts you can find? buy him flowers and chocolate and candy (especially candy) and a silly little sugar jar that says something about him being sweet enough as he is (it’s covered in hearts and screams penelope garcia but the giggles you can’t contain when you present it to him is. well yes he tears up)

ofc, tho, you do things that you Know he would especially like that aren’t valentines themed. you write him a letter (because he, too, is a sucker for handwritten letters), the card you give him is probably doctor who or star trek themed and you shower him in kisses cause that’s the least he deserves

it’s probably the rose tinted glasses of valentines day but you can’t take your eyes off him the entire day, something about the sunlight that morning just...hits him perfectly and lights him up and as he haphazardly tries to cut your toast into a heart shape you add ‘the love of my life’ to the list you plan to give him titled “things i love about a dr spencer reid”

#ask #headcanons #long post #anonymous #just stupidly romantic things #cheesy romantic things #because it’s what he deserves

[what-is-your-plan-today]

Leave No One Behind: Meet the Characters

Leave No One Behind- An Ari Levinson fanfic by @what-is-your-plan-today​ and @icanfeelastormbrewing​.

Character Profiles.

A/N- There isn’t much character development really over RSDR, and very little is known about our Characters’ back ground...so we have used a combination of fiction and facts either delivered by the film or what we have found via research on Mossad, the history of the Jewish people in the 40s through 80s and our imagination to bring this to you. It is, historically, as factually correct as we can make it, but if anything is wrong, we mean no offence. Take it as slight creative license...

"For wise guidance, you can wage your war."

All ages correct as of 1979

Name: Ari David Levinson 

Alias: Guy Thomas. 

Age 36-Born in 1943.

Background:  Ari's mother, Amira Levinson was as Holocaust survivor, part of the 4,500 Jewish Immigrants who were carried from France to Palestine in 1947 on the SS Exodus, where they were refused entry. A British Soldier, Steven Thomas, took pity on Ari's mother and she surrendered her son to him for fear he would otherwise die. A year or so later, Steven Thomas met and fell in love with an American Woman, Edith Johnson and they married and moved to America. Ari returned to Israel age 18 to find his roots and embark on his University studies of Anthropology.

Ari has been a Mossad agent since he was 24. He joined in 1967 alongside best friend Sammy who he met aged 23 through Mutual Friends. Ari quickly became one of the most experienced Field Operatives around, specialising in extraction missions and intelligence gathering.

After a will they/won’t they/ they did fling of sorts with Hannah, which lasted 3 months or so, Ari met his wife Sarah in August 1971 and after a whirlwind relationship that left her pregnant, married in early 1972. Their daughter, Maya was born August that year.

Personality Traits: Ari is kind hearted with the desire to help people, but this drive and need to make a difference has made him selfish in some ways and neglectful of his family life, often putting his anthropology and vocation first. He is also stubborn and rarely known to back down when he feels he is right and is most certainly NOT a man with a plan, preferring to fly by the seat of his pants which at times means putting himself and his team in danger at times, although this is never done on purpose.

Simply put he doesn't know when to stop, but will genuinely move heaven and Earth to help anyone in need.

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Name: Hannah Maria Horowitz (nee Navon Garcia) (OFC)

Alias: Rosa-Maria Gomez 

Age 29-Born in 1950

Face Claim- Lyndsy Fonseca

Background:   Hannah was born in Tel-Aviv to an American Jewish Father and a Spanish Catholic Mother, Hannah and Sammy's Mother fled the growing unrest in Spain to New York in 1935 aged 17. There she trained as a nurse and met their father. The two married in 1940 before Ethan was posted to Europe during the 2nd WW. After seeing first-hand the horror his people suffered in the Holocaust, upon his return Ethan became a Conscientious Objector and moved his wife and son to Tel Aviv in 1949, where he took up a post in the Israeli Government looking at how to help fellow persecuted Jews who were scattered across the globe. In 1949 he was one of the founding members of the Central Institute for Coordination which was a central body designed to coordinate and improve cooperation between the existing security services. This later became Mossad.

Following a short battle polio, Hannah’s father died when she was just 5 years old. Both her parents work and desire to help others inspired her to follow in her brother's footsteps and train as a Doctor. Hannah joined Mossad in 1973 aged 23 through as part of her Father’s Legacy and was one of the first Females ever to be deployed into the field. As a Field Doctor she was called to go wherever the need took her, and this includes running a number of operations as part of teams headed up by Ari. Through her links with Mossad she met Andy Horowitz, one of her brother and Ari's protégées and the two married in 1975. Andy was killed on a mission 8 months later in 1976. This spurred Hannah to leave Mossad behind and work at the Surgery her Mother set up in her Father's Memory.

Personality Traits: Hannah is a free spirit, very bohemian with an extremely fierce temper at times and a stubborn streak to rival Ari's. Being somewhat 7 years her brother's junior has led to her being mature beyond her years but also sometimes naive in the way she always tries to see the best in people, even if they possess few redeeming qualities. Hannah wears her heart on her sleeve, and does nothing by halves... including falling in love. The death of her husband left her reeling and for the first time ever questioning her life decisions. 

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Name: Samuel Ethan Navon Garcia (Sam or Sammy)

Alias: Liam Anderson 

Age 36 Born in 1943

Background: Older brother to Hannah, 7 years her senior, Sammy was born in New York and moved to Tel-Aviv aged 6 following his father’s decision to join the Israeli Government. Following the death of his father when he was 12, seeing the care he was given inspired Sammy to become a Doctor and later a surgeon. He met Ari aged 23 in 1966 through mutual friends and the two bonded instantly over a shared desire, vision and passion to help fellow Jews who remained scattered across the globe and still suffering persecution.

Sammy joined Mossad 1967 as a Field Doctor, working alongside Ari on many an extraction mission whilst maintaining his regular role as a surgeon when not away active service. Sammy suffered a severe injury on one mission in 1973 after his right hand was damage by a knife in combat and this left him unable to perform surgery any longer.

Personality Traits: Sammy is extremely similar to his sister in a lot of ways, yet different in many too. Stubborn and opinionated, but more logical, able to let his brain rule his heart. This leads him to clash with Ari on many occasions over missions where he feels Ari is being reckless where he doesn’t need to be. Where Hannah is concerned, he is well aware she can fight her own battles, and for the most leaves well alone. However, when the chips are down the protective big brother rears his head and Hannah can find this overbearing at times, but frankly he doesn't care! 

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Name: Maxwell James Rose (Max)

Alias: Irving Wilmington

Age 34 Born in 1946

Background: Max was born to Jewish Immigrants in Queens, New York. Best friends with Andy Horowitz (Hannah's husband) since childhood, the 2 joined the army once old enough and were later head hunted for a number of  one-off specialist missions by Ari after they came to his attention when the US army provided back up on a few of his operations. They joined Mossad full time in 1972 and were as inseparable then as they had been all their lives. When Andy died in 1976, Max continued to run a number of missions before leaving the service in 1978 and becoming a Mercenary, working for whichever intelligence agency wished to hire him. He considers Hannah one of his best friends, and she does him.

Personality Traits:  Max is quite similar to Hannah in that they both live life to the full and take no prisoners. He is, however, a lot more placid but that means when he does lose it, it is done in spectacular fashion. His good humour and overall placid nature mean he is often able to diffuse many a situation and therefore is often the peace-keeper of the group, even if this role is unintentional. His one weakness, however, is food…and if you want him to do anything for you, he will in exchanged for a decent burger or sandwich.

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Name: Rachel Reiter 

Alias: Angela Bluchel

Age 31 Born in 1948

Background:  Born in Munich, Germany, Rachel is the only child of 2 German Jews. After hearing her parents stories of the Holocaust, Rachel desired to also make a difference. As part of the recruitment drive in the early 70s, Rachel joined the Israeli Government and moved into Mossad in the same training intake as Hannah, the two of whom were the first ever women agents to be deployed. She married Brandon Cole, an American, in 1974 an had two children, divorcing in 1979. She remained part of Mossad, however opting to run low- key missions to minimise time away from her family.

Personality Traits:  Rachel is your typical matriarch and being a mother has fallen into that natural role within the group. Old before her years she is logical, kind but also possesses a wickedly fast and logical brain. Alongside Max she often finds herself keeping the peace, specifically between Hannah, Ari and Sammy the three of whom seem to cause her a constant tension headache. 

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Name: Jacob Thomas Wolf (Jake) 

Alias: Luca Morano

Age 32 Born in 1947

Background:  Jake is the only one of the group with no specialist Mossad Intelligence service training. Jake was born in Jerusalem to native parents and joined the Navy aged 20. A specialist Diver, he was hand-picked to run a few missions with Ari when required before leaving the Navy in 1976  to become a diving instructor in Central America.  

Personality Traits: Jake embodies what everyone thinks of as they typical 60s spirit. He is laid back, willing to go with the flow, but possesses a very analytical eye which can enable him to see the bigger picture where often others can't. Often found topping up his tan in-between diving sessions, Jake has a dirty sense of humour, and absolutely no sense of when it is appropriate or not to use it. 

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Name: Ethan Levin 

Alias: N/A

Age 54 Born in 1925

Background: Ethan joined Mossad aged 26 in 1951 after being spotted by Ethan Navon, who became his Personal and Professional Mentor until his death. Ethan fast rose through the ranks and is now the Head Intelligence Officer within Mossad, and the long suffering boss of Ari Levinson. Reporting directly into the Mossad Chief, Ethan is responsible for the coordination of the Key Undercover Operative Team, of which Ari is a member.

Personality Traits: Ethan is clever, logical and attempts to keep the rabble in check by obtaining a level of control of Ari, and commanding their respect. Having known Hannah and Sammy's dad, he is naturally a little protective over the two of them, well as much as he can be without showing direct favouritism. Despite his crisp exterior, Ethan cares and believes intently in the job his team are doing, and will back them as far as he is able. He sees Ari as a potential replacement to take his mantle when the time is right.

And there we have it!! Keep your eyes peeled for our first Chapter which is coming in the next few days!! As always, any asks/tag requests gratefully received...

#leave no one behind #ari levinson x ofc #ari levinson #red sea diving resort #red sea diving resort fan fic

[theshinsun]

Tag game!

Thanks for the tag @ahobaka-trash!! <3

Rules: List your 10 favorite female Characters from 10 different fandoms and tag 10 people!

Aight so, in no particular order (I’m also gonna give a short explanation bc I need to talk about these ladies sm):

1. Diane Nguyen (Bojack Horseman) - Diane is such a layered and complex person (as all of bojack’s characters are, I had a hard time picking between her and PC tbh but she wins out), I relate to her on so many levels and she provides this show with such a realistic, human lens. She’s flawed and damaged, and she’s not always in the right, but you still can’t help but feel for her, she’s just... so well-rounded and fleshed out, I could go on for ages about how well her character is written.

2. Alex Garcia (Kuroko No Basuke) - She gets shafted just a bit in the show but I was just reminded that in the manga, this lady is an absolute queen. 10/10 LA babe and a hella good mentor for the boys, I wish she’d gotten just a little bit more development but seriously I love her (I love all the KNB ladies ofc but she comes out on top). 

3. Azula (Avatar: The Last Airbender) - Top-tier female villain, jesus. She’s terrifying and malicious and so over the top it’s fantastic. She’s complex and multi-layered, but at the same time so straightforward and I appreciate that so much. I love that she’s awful, and cold-blooded, and socially awkward, and emotionally damaged... She’s so good, probably my favorite of the ATLA girls.

4. Asami Sato (The Legend of Korra) - She’s a gorgeous badass, she’s funny, she’s super intelligent, I love this gal. I love her relationship with Korra, and the exploration of the falling out and imperfect resolution with her father, I love that she’s a non-bender but still formidable and extremely capable in a fight. TLOK has so many wonderful female characters but in my humble opinion she’s just the best.

5. Haruhi Fujioka (Ouran High School Host Club) - Haruhi is a whole-ass mood. Even the first time I watched Ouran as a kid, before I knew anything about my own gender identity, I related to her so much and felt for her struggle, and all the shit she has to go through with all the ridiculous rich people around her. She’s the one down-to-earth person in a completely bonkers show, and that’s what makes her such a joy to watch and root for.

6. Chel (The Road to El Dorado) - We stan a queen. Chel is presented as this vulnerable, scantily-dressed petty thief in need of rescue, but she very quickly proves that preconception wrong and becomes this funny, knowledgeable, sharp-as-a-whip partner in crime for the main boys; every word out of her mouth is a rebellion against the role her environment is trying to put her in, and though her motivations to join the boys in their elaborate con aren’t explored in too much depth, they’re still understandable and really lend some depth to her character. 

7. Yachi Hitoka (Haikyuu!!) - Yachi is such a great character, honestly. She’s anxious, she’s unsure, but she goes and breaks out of her comfort zone anyway, despite her mother’s misgivings, and ends up really enjoying it by the end. She works so hard to learn and understand volleyball even though she has no experience with it, and she challenges herself to interact with people even if they’re terrifying. She’s also just, really sweet and compassionate and her friendships with Hinata and Shimizu are so pure. I will protect her to the ends of the earth.

8. Rosa Diaz (Brooklyn Nine-Nine) - B99 honestly has some of the best written characters I’ve ever seen, and the women are no exception. Rosa is so enjoyable to watch, she’s cold and scary and hard to read but she also has real emotions, she’s hilarious and has lots of friends that she obviously cares for. Her family life is complicated, especially her journey with them coming to terms with her sexuality. She just feels so real and there’s so much depth to her, where I feel like other shows would keep her as the two-dimensional badass cop archetype and leave it at that.

9. Aunt May/Olivia Octavius (Into The Spider-verse) - Okay this one’s a tie and I just can’t break it no matter how I try. I love these two ladies so much, even though they’re rather minor characters, they’re both fantastic in very different ways and I’m living every time they’re on screen.

10. Haru (Beastars) - Like with Chel, we’re given an idea early-on that Haru is this tiny, fragile, helpless thing in need of protection, but both she and the show itself subvert that image time and time again with how tough and witty and shameless she is. She stands up for herself, she gains a reputation for sleeping around and hey, turns out it’s actually true, but her reasons for it are so meaningful and not shallow and it’s just... amazing what the narrative is able to say about her character, often without saying anything at all. Haru is cute and hilarious and also sympathetic and just an all-around great character and I loved her almost immediately.

Tagging: @fuchsiafantasy @meiyanaalexia  @hadenxcharm @spaztictwitch  @vanilla-daydreams @choking-on-roses @kagabutt @hybristophilica @pueppiesblog @fiftyshadesoftaiga and anyone else who wants to do it!

#shin speaks #this... was tough to narrow down #once i started listing characters more would just pop up in my head #and i just... really wanted to talk about them so i went and did #nobody said i couldnt give a glowing testimonial to all these lovely ladies #fight me #also #not pictured: ginny weasley from hp paninya from fmab nani from lilo and stitch #the list goes on #why'd i have to only pick ten goddammit

[existential-celestial]

Hello! Since you're reading the shadow of the wind, do you know any similar books you could recommend? The last book I've read was last year and I've started reading many books this year but couldn't finish reading any of them. Tysm 💗💞 love your blog

hello @nunkkoch!

thank you for the kind words about my blog, and yes! i am now more or less 60% through The Shadow of the Wind. i have to say, this book is not my usual shade of darkness, but i am enjoying it a lot. the intuitive part of me is very amused with every hunch i prove correct, or every mystery i have unraveled in my head even before the grand gesture of an actual revelation in the story.

when you asked about similar books to TSotW, i automatically thought in films! this book is written like a film, which is not quite surprising since Zafón is a scriptwriter. anyways, as to book recommendations, here are some books on my goodreads list that have gothic elements, mystery, some (or little) romance, and/or magic realism that might be of the same vein as TSotW (disclaimer: i’m listing these intuitively, based on what i perceived reading excerpts and synopses):

The Name of the Rose, Umberto Eco

Possession, A.S. Byatt

Night Train to Lisbon, Pascal Mercier

The Master and Margarita, Mikhail Bulgakov

The Wind-up Bird Chronicle, Haruki Murakami

Rebecca, Daphne du Maurier

Perfume, Patrick Suskind

ofc, the Bronte Sisters’ works would fall under this list too, but the language and style will be very different to TSotW because of their own different milieu. magic realism is also present in the works of Isabelle Allende, and Gabriel Garcia Marquez, and TSotW is also often compared to the works of Jorge Luis Borges (based on the excerpts i’ve read/seen, i think i agree).

lastly, i found discussions online that mention these books multiple times comparing them to TSotW (although i have not yet read excerpts/synopses about them):

The Club Dumas, Arturo Perez-Revente

The Thirteenth Tale, Diane Setterfield

The Library of Shadows, Mikkel Birkegaard

you can check more read-alikes here and here.

happy discovering/reading,

janyn

p.s. anyone who wants to recommend more books, please comment/reply them here! :)

#mail #book recommendations #books #readalikes #reading #gothic #magic realism #mystery #thought fragments

[nerdieforpedro]

Canta para mi (You sing for me)

Nuestras Canciones (Our Songs)

Santiago Garcia x Amalia (plus size OFC)

Main Masterlist / Santiago Garcia Masterlist

Fic is teens and up. My entire blog is 18+ MDNI

Word Count: 593

Summary: A night like many Amalia shares with her husband Santiago. They intertwine with each other. Her voice explains her love for him.

Warnings: None - just domestic fluff

Notes: I promised it would get sweeter, it is with a tinge of melancholy. ☺️

Though she couldn't play an instrument, Amalia used her voice. Daily. It changed depending on whoever she spoke to and what the subject matter was. 

Soft. Stern. Curious. Kind. Jovial, sullen, compassionate, alluring, indifferent.

“So many things you do with it all day. Forget all that! Come! Let’s sing!” Santiago had told her, wrapping his hands around his wife’s ample hips in the living room and leading her to dance to one of her favorites Stevie Wonder “As.” She laughed and called him ‘loco’ to which he replied “You love it querida!” And nuzzled his bushy beard into the nape of her neck, causing her to giggle. The pair floated around the room laughing and singing to a playlist Santi had set up for her on tough days. The speaker would blast the music throughout the house.

When their dances would end or they’d just get tired enough, they’d sit on the couch and cuddle into one another. Sometimes Santiago would remain the big spoon and other times Amalia’s legs would be spread so Pope could lay his back against his wife's soft belly and breasts. She’d mingle her fingers in his curls as another hand made small circles over his chest. They would remain connected like this for a few hours. If one of them drifted off to sleep, it was the other’s responsibility to wake them and get them to bed.

On one such night, Amalia’s hand was strumming her husband’s chest as she played with his salt and pepper curls. Their color had changed but not their silken texture. “I thought of something for you Santi. Escucha por favor (Listen please).” Pope remained silent as he heard his wife's voice ring out into the room.

My strong anchor when I feel adrift

Kind words when I arrive

Beaming laughter teasing me

Even when I was scared of myself

You held onto me

Never let me go

Forever etched in memory

The day you said you’d never leave

You’ve wiped so many of my tears

I hope I’ve been a balm to your aches

Brought clarity to your muddled waters

Mi esposo Mi corázon Mi vida (My husband, my heart, my everything)

Te amo Santiago (I love you Santiago)

He had closed his eyes while he listened to her voice. It was clear she had worked on it and it wasn’t a spur of the moment song. That made it all the more special. His wife had written a song for him, something only his like she was. Santiago hadn’t realized that his beard was a little wet from his tears. He only knew when he removed his glasses to rub his eyes. Amalia placed both her hands on her husband’s chest and kissed his forehead, his bountiful curls tickling her chin. “Let go Santiago. It’s just you and me. I’m here with you. You’re safe, you’re home.” Quiet sobs of Amalia’s husband now filled the room where there had been music. She let him continue until he fell asleep, remaining with him until the sun rose the next morning. 

“One night of uncomfortable sleep is plenty to give him for what he’s given me.” Amalia told herself when she woke in the morning. Pope’s eyes were puffy but had a subtle glow to them. He was already awake and handed her coffee prepared as she liked it.

“Even after all these years you still surprise me cariño. You’ll sing to me another night won’t you?” Amalia nodded and took her first sip of the day. Bold. Rich. Sweet. Creamy. Warm.

Previous: Verse One

Next: Verse Three

Santi's Peaches 🍑: @for-a-longlongtime @legendary-pink-dot @maggiemayhemnj @morallyinept @megamindsecretlair @pedritapascal @rhoorl @dameron-grant-spector @pamasaur @sin-djarin @i-own-loki @soft-persephone @soft-girl-musings @readingiskeepingmegoing @saturn-rings-writes @yorksgirl @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin @musings-of-a-rose

#fanfiction #oscar isaac #oscar issac characters #santiago garcia #santiago pope garcia #Santiago gracia x plus size OFC #Neustras Canciónes #Our songs

[stay--satan]

Rose in Red: A tragically love story.

I have this written for so long, but always been to shy and scared to post. This is a story that I’ve always imagine and it’ll be posted in different chapters between telling the actual story vs what happened before. Feel free to ask away anything about it!

This story is loosely based in DC Cinematic Universe before the Batman vs Superman events. It’s mixed with the Batfamily and the OFC Rose Garcia who is now Rose Wayne.

Before aliens, super villains groups, kids with super powers, there was a family. They weren’t blood related, but it was his family Until one clown ended all and now they were strangers. One is supposed to be dead, the other one living another life and the last trying to live up by his own name. Five years ago a clown teared his family apart. Bruce learned five years ago that maybe his rules weren’t the thing that made him a better man. Maybe vengeance was all that he had left.

After the tragic events, Rose went to a journey of self destruction in the beautiful light streets of Paris. Not being able to fight anymore, she hides on the corners closing her eyes for the tragedies and invent a different life every night with a different person on her bed. That was until they called. Years holding back the echos of her screams during that time were now in her head again as she sees the mighty Gotham, the city she swore to protect but one time when she needed them, they all had failed.

CHAPTER ONE

#batfamily #batman x reader #jason todd x reader #jason todd imagine #red hood x reader #red hood imagines #red hood #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson imagines #dick grayson #dick grayson fanfic #nightwing x reader #nightwing #nightwing imagine #nightwing imagines #bruce wayne imagines #bruce wayne x reader #alfred pennyworth #dcceu #dceu #rose wayne #rosalinda wayne #rose garcia ofc