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unfortunately-obsessed · 5 months

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Canon Events, The Multiverse and Miles Morales

Most theories about Canon Events, discourse about the ATSV's plot holes and BTSV prediction started pissing me off. Decided to summarize ATSV myself. Let's start with the following image:

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What are Canon Events?

The basic.

MILES: And these nodes, where the lines converge?

MIGUEL: They are The Canon. Chapters that are a part of every spider’s story, every time.

– ATSV Script. MULTIVERSAL MAP SCENE.

Canon events are pivotal moments – milestones in their storyline– that change the course of the rest of narrative in a Spider-Man's life. The events end up shaping a series of fundamental elements including personality traits, insecurities, career prospects and more. It includes constants origin stories, significant victories, losses, and character-defining moments that contribute to the hero's identity.

Or, A moment or action that must happen to certain Spider-Men – otherwise their universe risks being destroyed.

The Canon Events connect every Spider-Person's lives together, in what Miguel name Web of Life and Destiny. It's a constant through the Multiverse.

Canon Events are real, Event ASM90 makes it clear: a police captain close to Spider-Man dies saving a kid from falling rubble during a battle with an arch-nemesis...

But Canon Event seems to be fairly flexible. Uncle Ben dies in Peter’s arms; Peter dies in Gwen’s arms; Miles loses Uncle Aaron. Every Spider-Person loses somebody they love, and this somebody can be adapted to the Spider-Person's own story – in other words, The Canon might not exactly be a prewritten rule but a guideline.

Something that need to be cleared: Miguel did study the Multiverse. It's not clear if it was after Gabriella's universe collapse or not, but he studied it to the point of being able to categorize and cross-reference the events. So far he is not wrong, much less lying. It is clear that Canon Events are a thing that exist.

Does Canon Events equal Fixed Points?

( Disclaimer: It's been years since I watch anything from the MCU. So what I'm about to say is from what I gathered from multiple wiki pages and an overview of comics. Funnily enough, the last thing I watched from the MCU was Spider-Man: No Way Home. Edit: it's been so long that I forgot the movie's name. It was actually Spider Man: Far Away From Home).

Fixed points are events in the timeline that are deemed unchangeable. Attempting to alter these points would have severe consequences, potentially destabilizing the multiverse. Fixed points are like anchors, ensuring a degree of stability in the multiversal continuum.

Miguel claims that if a Canon Event are disrupted it'll destabilize the universe up to the point of self-destruction.

Does it mean that ATSV is following the MCU take on the multiverse? Not necessarily.

In the MCU there's this thing called Incursions. Here's a short description:

An Incursion occurs when the boundary between two universes erodes and they collide, destroying one or both entirely.

Several people in the fandom dove into the conclusion that this is what happened to Gabriella's universe; Miguel interacted with it, his different molecule's resonance might have interfered with the syntonic nature of Gabriella's reality, the boundary between the two universes collided and her universe collapsed.

It even could be true, even if it was the rare case where the Incursion killed only Gabriella's universe and somehow Earth-918b – Miguel's universe, where the HQ is located – survived.

But it's not. Incursions are exactly what divert the Sony Animated Universe of the MCU, ironically. Why?

Because if the Incursion was a thing in the ATSV then the Spider-Society wouldn't be able to exist, and they couldn't constantly interact with each other, or interfere in another multiverse (even if it's to hunt down an anomaly).

One could argue that they can interfere because of their Dimensional Device – that stabilizes then enough so they can walk around multiple universes without falling dead from molecular decay.

But if that was what prevented Incursions then Gabriella's universe wouldn't be destroyed at all.

"Maybe it only works because they don't stay a lot of time in another dimensions plus they only go to other universes to deal with anomalies!"

Y'all forgot that Gwen was crashing in Hobie's dimensions? She said that it's been months since she was recruited (months since she reveled her identity to her father and, since then, apparently didn't go back to her dimension). Months, and it wasn't to deal with an anomaly, yet neither her or Hobie's dimension collapsed.

Even if she wasn't in his dimensions constantly and was somewhere else, or did go back to her dimension, don't forget the whole HQ in Earth-918 full of people from other universes – has a gym and a cafeteria, therapy offices, wouldn't be surprised if it had dorms, encouraging the Spider-Heroes to stay there for longer and interact with each other.

Mayday wasn't supposed to exist if Incursions were a thing. She was born because of Miles' influence in Peter B.'s life.

Which means ATSV doesn't have Incursions, at least not the way MCU has it even if the writers want us to see it as the same Multiverse. Ergo, Fixed Points are not necessarily Canon Events.

We know Canon Events exist and are constants through the Multiverse, but we don't know if breaking a Canon Event can cause the death of an universe because the only instance where this happened before our eyes Spot was involved and thus disqualified the data. All we have is Miguel's word for it.

Maybe Canon Events are just a pattern.

But if Canon Events are just a pattern, then why did Gabriella's universe collapse?

Here's two not-mutally-exclusive theories:

When Miguel assumed the place of his variant, the universe saw him as a parasite, someone that should have died but didn't. It self-destructed itself as a form of self-preservation that went wrong – just like we have fever when we where sick. This theory anthropomorphizes the universes, and through I like it, it's not the most probable cause. If that's what happened, then Miguel confused correlation with causation and, possibly, The Canon has nothing to do with Gabriella's universe dying.

Gabriella was supposed to be Spider-Woman. Maybe her father was who she was supposed to lose. He broke The Canon by assuming the place of his variant and this destroyed the natural order of things, resulting on the collapsing of the universe.

Let's go back to the script:

MIGUEL: That’s how the story is supposed to go. Canon events are the connections that bind our lives together. But those connections can be broken. That’s why anomalies are so dangerous...[...]

MIGUEL: You break enough canon, save enough captains, we could lose everything.

Did you notice it? Miguel worries about anomalies not only because they're ordinarily dangerous to innocent people, but they can break the connections – break the canon.

Think with me: The canon is the thing that binds Spider-People together, so wouldn't it make sense that anomalies only show up when a canon event is about to happen, if they're snatched by holes in the multiverse's fabric? Wouldn't it be easier for them to show up at the points where the universes naturally junction? Or somehow it triggers a canon event?

Take Vulture as an example. If Miguel hadn't showed up, were Gwen going to die before her time? Get permanently wounded? Something else? We know that the Canon event was supposed to happen that day because of what Layla says, "The Canon remains intact", indicating it was something that were already being monitored, the model already had a prediction for it.

Coming back to Miguel. He is determined that he broke the Canon, trillions of lives died because of it if you consider the whole universe collapsed, which goes further into other planets, other galaxies. And, if so far he was right about the Canon, wouldn't he be right about this too? Or do you think he – a man that lost his (foster) daughter – wouldn't look into why the whole universe collapsed, why she died in his hands?

There's no way to soften this. Her death is his fault and her blood is in his hands.

He's the founder of Spider-Society, assumed the role as leader. He settled a supporting system through it for mourning Spiders. If he wasn't competent and fundamentally good then a legion of Peter Parkers wouldn't follow his orders, the Spider-Society wasn't going to exist.

Miguel doesn't want anybody else to make the same mistake– this doesn't mean he doesn't make other mistakes. That's why he lashes out at Gwen and why he explains to Miles what will happen to his dad. This was a mistake that he undoubtedly committed. He shouldn't have told Miles what would happen if he wanted utmost trust that the Canon wasn't going to be broke.

He wanted Miles to believe in him.

MIGUEL: You have a choice between saving one person and saving an entire world. Every world.

He wanted Miles to do the right thing. The Trolley Problem with extra lives at risk.

That's why he antagonizes Miles afterwards. Yes, only afterwards.

Miguel knows that he could spare Miles the pain if he listened. He only gets angry and haunts Miles down when he notices Miles won't listen and that the same story will repeat just in front of his eyes.

Miguel knows what will happen if Miles save his dad. Miguel is trying to save people.

But then what will happen to Miles' dad?

Two things:

Gwen already proved that it's possible to circumvent the Canon.

Actually, her dad did. Captain Stacy stopped being a Captain. He resigned from the Police Force. He isn't going to die anymore. You can see her relief when he says this.

The Canon wasn't broken, but it doesn't mean event ASM-90 needs to happen.

But also:

The Exception Proves The Rule.

Under [the scientific version] of the phrase, the word 'proof' is to be understood in its archaic form to mean the word 'test' (this use can be seen in the phrase the proof of the pudding is in the eating).

The example is of a hypothetical critic, Jones, who never writes a favourable review.

So it is surprising when we receive an exception: a favourable review by Jones of a novel by an unknown author. Then it is discovered that the novel is his own, written under a pseudonym. The exception tested ('proved') the rule and found that it needed to be understood a little more precisely - namely, that Jones will never write a favourable review, except of his own work.The previous evaluation of Jones's ill-nature toward others is re-affirmed by discovering the manner in which the exception falls outside the rule.

– The Exception that Proves the Rule

Let's go back Canon's definition: a moment or action that must happen to certain Spider-Men – otherwise their universe risks being destroyed.

So: a Spider-Man's Canon Events are never meant to be broken or the universe will be destroyed.

Miles Morales is an anomaly. "The spider that gave you your powers wasn’t from your dimension! It was never supposed to bite you!"

If we apply that the exception proves the rule: a Spider-Man's Canon Events are never meant to be broken or the universe will be destroyed, except if the Spider-Man himself is an anomaly.

This also proves Miguel's theory of Canon Events further.

Anyway I'm going back to sleep.

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writergirl3 · 1 year

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4 Town's Love For You In One Word

One word to describe 4 Town's love for you, followed by a short, fluffy-as-hell drabble.

Enjoy🧡

Robaire; ‘Soul’

"Hey love, what you doing?"

Robaire turns to meet your eyes, his own sparkling at the sight of you.

"Not much, mon amour, just reading some poetry. Actually, this one reminded me of you..."

You gulp at his revelation, focusing on his fingers gently tapping against the old leather-bound cover.

"Do you want to hear it, mon ange?"

Well, who were you to say no? A simple nod of the head gave him the queue to read the words on the page;

"She walks in beauty, like the night

Of cloudless climes and starry skies;

And all that’s best of dark and bright

Meet in her aspect and her eyes..."

At that, Robaire's hazel-flecked irises meet yours, the window to his soul. And all that he felt for you was clear in that moment as you glimpsed into his...

Jesse; ‘Home’

"I'm sorry the tour bus is a little...cramped." Jesse looks down at you, a gentle blush dusting his cheeks as he scratches the back of his neck.

Little does he know, it doesn’t matter to you if you’re in a grandiose mansion or stuck in a ditch in the back of beyond. Either way, you'd feel the at home, so long as he's by your side.

This fact slowly dawns on him as your gaze locks onto him, your eyes glimmering with care. It takes everything in him not to turn into a tomato as you reach up and press a gentle kiss beside his ear.

"Wherever you are is my home..."

Aaron T; ‘Alive’

"There's so many cool things we can do today!" T gestures grandly to the streets of Toronto, almost forgetting keep a low profile, "The skate park, the mall...oooh the arcade! That's gotta be top of the list..."

Listening to him ramble ignites something in you. An excitement that you believed was lost to your childhood. Watching his face light up at the prospect of sharing a day with you, taking on the world together, makes you come alive.

"Y/N? You alright?"

His deep voice tempers from excitement to light concern in a heartbeat. But a simple nod of your head and a toothy smile brings Aaron's vibrant smile back to life.

"C'mon, then- we got so much livin’ to do!"

Aaron Z; ‘Warmth’

"Sweetheart...hey, hey, you alright?"

In a heartbeat he's at your side, bundling you against him. The steady rise and fall of his chest against your cheek soothes your soul, warming you to your core.

Nodding your head gently, Aaron lets out a soft sigh. No matter your mood, no matter your circumstances, he's always there. A constant light in the dark, a source of warmth that you've come to rely on. When the world feels cold and cruel, his love melts your problems away.

"I've got you, little one...I've got you..."

Tae Young; ‘Sweetness’

Swinging your legs from your seat on the boardwalk, you let out a contented sigh. Taking another lick of your ice cream, you hear a chuckle from beside you.

"Dove, you have ice cream everywhere..."

A blush rises to your cheeks under Tae's sparkling gaze, his eyes flickering between your own and your lips. Usually, his cheeks are the ones permanently decorated with pink, but not today...

"Here, I can make it better..."

A gentle peck to the corner of your mouth is all that's required to get rid of the excess ice cream, and a sweet chuckle tumbles from his lips as you blush more still.

One thing's for sure; life with Tae by your side couldn't be sweeter...

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sequinsmile-x · 8 months

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The Past Coming Back With the Light in the Morning

It was strange to think he’d spent his life chasing the violence he’d desperately tried to escape as a kid.

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Hi friends,

This is fully sponsored by my insomnia, so take that as a warning for the level of feelings in this one based on previous experience.

Please do let me know what you think <3

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Warnings: Mentions of canon typical violence, referenced/implied child abuse (Aaron's childhood)

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Aaron stares down at his knuckles, flexing them again and again so the skin doesn’t heal. Stretching and stinging as he repeatedly makes a fist and then releases it, the pain the only thing keeping him from losing it. Fresh scars over old ones, marks against his skin that are permanent reminders of the last time he’d hit a man, the last time he’d tried to protect a woman he loves.

He sighs, grateful that he has a moment alone, a moment to gather his thoughts, all too aware that Emily would find him soon. That she’d wear concern for him like a perfume, her knowledge of him, of how his brain works, enough that he’d first smelt it the moment his fist had hit the wall. Her love for him overriding any professionalism in that moment as Derek apprehended the unsub who had dove out of the way of Aaron’s punch. Agent Prentiss, a member of Aaron’s team, immediately pushed to the side and replaced by his wife, reaching out for him before he slipped away from her grasp, walking away without further comment once he’d made sure she was okay.

She always told him he’d ruined her ability to compartmentalise. That he and their kids were the only ones who could push through the cracks in her coping mechanisms, worming their way into her heart in a way she’d once thought she was incapable of allowing.

He runs his fingers through his hair and leans forward, his elbows on his knees, pressing into old scars that had long since healed.

He remembers falling off his bike when he was four. He’d been going too fast, adrenaline and excitement rushing through his veins. He took a corner too quickly and came off of it over the handlebars. He’d cut his knees, gravel and grit breaking his skin, and damaged the paintwork on the bike.

He’d been punished for both. Sent to his room with his skin still stinging, as if his joy and excitement had been careless. A lesson he was still struggling to unlearn even now.

He still has the scar on his left knee, a small jagged line that he could only see if he had a tan. A dull reminder that would show through when he was on vacation with his family, a talisman from the past he was never quite able to escape. The phantom of a man long since dead, a mirror image of who he never wanted to be, the man he came from, seemingly only ever one step behind him.

It was strange to think he’d spent his life chasing the violence he’d desperately tried to escape as a kid. His chosen career, his desire to stop people from hurting others, to make them pay whatever penance they owed for the pain they had already caused, a clear side effect of how he’d been raised. A vain hope that, one day, he would reset the balance. That he’d counteract the fact he’d never been able to stop his father, that the only thing that had brought his reign to an end had been his death. Something that had come too early and far too late at the same time, the spectre of his anger haunting their home for years. Long after they’d buried him in the ground.

Aaron did his best to ensure he never became his father. It was one of the reasons he’d put off having children for so long, why he and Haley had waited for so many years. For the longest time, he thought that the violence was in his DNA, so much a part of him that he’d never be able to escape it. Eventually, Haley had convinced him that wasn’t the case, something he was grateful for because he couldn’t imagine his life without his son, but there were moments, days like today, when he convinced himself that she was wrong.

He’d never be able to escape any of it.

He hears a knock on the door of the office he’d snuck into and he turns as it opens, his eyes meeting his wife’s as she walks in before she closes the door behind her, giving them the privacy he wished was in their own home.

“Aaron, honey?” Emily asks, carefully keeping some distance between them no matter how much she wants to wrap him up in a hug, to put her arms around him and tell him everything will be okay, “The others are packing everything up,” she says, taking a step closer, “And the locals are taking care of the arrest. So we should be able to go soon.”

Aaron nods and clears his throat, looking back down at his knuckles, flexing them again as he does so, “Good.”

She frowns as she steps closer, catching sight of how his knuckles glisten in the low lighting of the room. She gasps slightly as she realises what she’s looking at, reaching out and placing her hand on his shoulder as she speaks.

“Are you bleeding?”

He flinches, pulling away from her touch as if she’d burnt him, and he clears his throat, “It’s fine. I’m fine.”

Emily sighs and crosses her arms over her chest, desperately trying not to feel hurt about the fact he had pulled away from her. She knew this was about him, not her. She’d known it the moment he’d thrown a punch at the unsub, how his automatic reaction would have convinced him of so many, untrue, things he thought about himself.

Even though he’d done it to protect her.

It all happened so quickly that they’d barely had time to react. The unsub, the man they’d finally arrested after days of picking through the lives of the people he’d killed, of the damage he left behind, had made a break for it as soon as they’d tried to get him out of the car he’d been bundled into at his latest would-be crime scene and into the precinct. Emily hadn’t been there for the arrest, so she had been standing outside, getting some fresh air from the stuffy, overly warm precinct.

The unsub had got way and grabbed her, throwing her against the wall with such force it had momentarily taken her breath away. Pushing it all free from her lungs in a way that made her cough as she desperately tried to suck it all back in. Aaron and Derek made it over to her in seconds, Aaron throwing a punch, seemingly forgetting he had a gun on his hip in the moment, and hitting the wall as the unsub dove out of the way.

Emily had vaguely heard the guy talk about police brutality, as if they weren’t about to add ‘assault of a federal officer’ to his list of charges, as Derek led him away. All of her focus had been on her husband, on the way his knuckles had cracked as they hit the brick wall she’d been forced against herself. He’d stepped towards her and asked if she was okay, his voice tight and on edge, his hands in fists by his sides as he stopped himself from reaching out for her, as if he was scared he’d hurt her. As soon as she nodded that she was fine he was gone, walking away before she’d had the chance to ask him if he was okay.

She’d given him a little time on his own, careful to make sure that she didn’t give him too much. Afraid to let him steep in all the worst things he thought about himself, all the things she wished she could make him believe weren’t true.

She sighs and walks over, crouching down in front of him and forcing herself into his eyeline, something that makes him reach out for her automatically, his hands on her waist as if to steady her. Something that makes her smile softly.

“Come with me,” she says, reaching for his hand and linking their fingers, gently encouraging him to stand. He does as she’s asked, silently letting her lead him to the bathrooms just down the hall. She takes him into the ladies bathroom and locks the door behind them, giving him the privacy she knows he needs, and she walks him over to the sink. She turns on the water and takes his left hand in both of hers, the sight of his blood, even such a small amount of it where the brick wall had broken his skin, enough to make her breath catch in her chest.

When she blinks she sees a flash of the pool of blood on the floor of his old apartment. A stain she knows she’ll never forget, the shape of it burned into her memory like Ian’s violence had been burned into her flesh. Even when she moved in with Aaron and Jack, a move that was temporary whilst they found a new house, a fresh start for all of them, she’d be able to see it. A spot on the ground she’d stare at whenever she couldn’t sleep. Drawn to it in a way she couldn’t explain.

Aaron had found her sitting on the couch more than once, pulled out of bed by her absence. He’d curl around her and provide the only thing she found comforting in those moments - the warmth of his skin. The proof he’d survived, that they’d both survived the things they’d been through, and they had each other now. The prize at the end of the longest road.

“Did I ever tell you that I love your hands?” She says softly, flashing a look up at his face before she returns her attention to his knuckles, gentle as she washes his damaged skin, “They’re huge. They make me feel safe,” she smiles softly, “Among other things,” she looks up and down again as he remains silent and decides to carry on, “I love watching you with Jack and Isla, how gentle you are with them.”

“Em-”

“You aren’t your father, Aaron,” she says firmly, looking up at him as she turns off the water, satisfied that she’d cleaned his hands enough before she reaches for a paper towel, “You never could be. You make us feel safe.”

He sighs, wishing more than anything that he could believe her, that the half of him that came from his father hadn’t seemingly won out earlier.

“I was going to punch someone, Em,” he says, letting her pat his hands dry with the paper towel. “I didn’t even hesitate.”

“You were protecting me,” she says, her tone of voice leaving no room for argument, “That makes you the exact opposite of him.”

She was no stranger to trying to escape the shadow of a parent. Of desperately trying to be more than she had once felt as if she was destined to be. Her life running parallel to her mother’s, a reflection of what Elizabeth could have been whilst constantly fearing that the lines would someday cross. That she’d accidentally become what she’d always told herself she wouldn’t be.

Aaron closes his eyes and pulls her into a hug, something she gratefully returns, her arms tight around his middle as she lets him take what he needs. His face buried in her hair, breathing in the scent of her shampoo, the comfort it brought washing over him, letting him breathe deeply for the first time since it had all happened. He pulls back to look at her, his hand cupping her cheek.

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

She nods, turning her head to kiss his palm, “I’m sure.”

He clears his throat and presses his forehead against hers, clenching his jaw as familiar anger washes over him again.

“If he’d hurt you…”

He doesn’t have to finish his sentence, they both know how it would end. He once beaten a man to death for hurting, for murdering, a woman he loved. She’d walked in on it, the crunch of Foyet’s face, the sound of his teeth shattering, a sound she knows she’ll never fully shake off.

She’d helped him then too. A moment they’d never spoken about. She’d guided him to the bathroom in the house he’d once lived in, her words a whisper as she said she needed to clean him up before he went to see Jack, and she gently washed his hands for him, her skin against his in a way that was unfamiliar at the time but now something he couldn’t live without.

“I know, honey,” she says, stamping her lips against his gently, trying to push everything into it that she wants to say, everything he won’t believe right now, “Let’s go,” she says, not letting go of his hand as she pulls away, “The sooner we get out of here, the sooner we can get home to the kids.”

“Yeah,” he replies, squeezing her hand, silently showing her how grateful he was for her, for their life together, “Let’s go home.”

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By the time they get home, Isla should very much be in bed. She isn’t.

Jessica smiles apologetically before she leaves, at the mercy of the 3-year-old just as much as the rest of them were. She explains that as soon as Isla knew they were on the way home she insisted on waiting up for them. So she’d let her, getting her ready for bed, the little girl's hair in the braids she always insisted on, and in her Spiderman pjyamas before they got home.

Isla runs at Aaron when they walk through the door, so excited to see her father, her favourite person in the whole world, that she barely says goodbye to Jessica as she leaves, her arms tight around Aaron’s neck as he holds her close.

“Hi princess,” he says, kissing the side of her head, smelling the no-tangle shampoo Emily always bought her as he does so, “I missed you.”

“Missed you too, Daddy,” she replies, smiling widely at him as she pulls back. She was a mini Emily, every single part of her a reflection of his wife, right down to the smile that always convinced him of anything. She was more like him in personality though, slightly more reserved, especially around people she didn’t know, but fiercely loyal to those she loved.

“What about me?” Emily says from behind them, her tone dripping with face annoyance, “Should I just leave?”

“No, Mommy, don’t leave!” Isla says, playing into the scene that repeated most times they came back from a case. She leans towards Emily and Aaron passes her over, making sure his wife has a good hold on the little girl before he lets go, “Hi Momma!”

“Hi baby,” she says, kissing her cheek, the familiar weight of her daughter against her something she’d never tire of.

Before she can say anything else, Isla catches sight of Aaron’s hand, of the broken skin on his knuckles, and she frowns. She grabs his index and middle fingers, a grip Emily knows he could easily break free from, and has a closer look.

“Daddy hurt?” She asks, looking up at him, and he briefly looks at his wife, seeing the soft smile that she flashes him, before he returns his attention to his daughter.

“I’m okay, baby, I promise,” he says, smiling when her frown deepens, clearly not believing him. She leans down and kisses his hand, just shy of the broken skin and she looks back up at him, her gaze turning expectant.

“All better?”

He feels his heart swell in his chest, her gentleness, her endless empathy, making him smile. It was something he always did when one of the kids was hurt. He’d press a bandaid against their broken skin and then a kiss, desperate to make sure when they were his age they’d look at their old scars and remember the love, the care they’d been shown in the aftermath.

“Much better, Isla,” he says, flashing a smile up to his wife who holds their daughter closer, her lips against her forehead again, “Thank you.”

She smiles and shrugs, “Welcome.”

“Mom, Dad,” Jack says, rushing into the foyer, slightly breathless, “Can we get Chinese food for dinner?” He asks, making his parents exchange an amused smile.

“Well hello to you too, Jack,” Aaron says, hugging his son who smiles up at him. “Hi,” he says, turning to look at Emily too, “Hi Mom,” he looks back and forth between them, “So, Chinese?”

Aaron shakes his head and chuckles, the family of four slowly heading towards the living room, “I thought you preferred pizza.”

Jack nods, “I do, but you guys were gone for ages,” he says, drawing out the word with a flair of drama he’d never had before Emily moved in with them, “And I know you like to get Chinese when you get home.”

“That’s very sweet, Jack,” Emily says, securing an increasingly sleepy Isla to her before she reaches out with one hand and ruffles her son’s hair, “As long as you’re sure?”

He nods enthusiastically, “As long as I can open all the fortune cookies.”

She chuckles and nods, “Deal, why don’t you go get the menu?”

She doesn’t have to ask twice, and he runs off towards the kitchen, sliding along the floors in his socks in the way they’d told him not to a hundred times. Once he’s out of earshot she turns to her husband, seeing the wistful look on his face.

“You okay honey?” She asks, taking a step towards him. He looks at her and smiles, reaching out and tucking some of their, now-sleeping, daughter’s hair behind her ear.

He might be half his father, a reality he couldn’t escape but his children, his wonderful, perfect, children were half him. They were kind and thoughtful. Gentle in a way he knows they get from both he and Emily, a gentleness that hadn’t been worn away by everything they’d been through. Soft edges they’d fought to keep.

Jack and Isla both had all of the qualities he’d spent years convincing himself weren’t real, qualities he was sure he didn’t have. They shone out of them like the break of dawn after the longest night, a reflection of himself in them that he once never thought he’d see.

“Yeah,” he says, pulling her close, wrapping both of his girls up in his arms, “I’m fine.”

As long as he had them, he knew he always would be.

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missmitchieg · 8 months

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The Floor Is Lava!

"Now, Prentiss," Aaron started as he led her toward the bullpen, "I just want to make sure you know exactly what kind of team you're joining." He told her, slightly loosening his tie.

Emily raised her eyebrows at that, tilting her head in curiosity. Well, that was rather ominous. "Alright..."

"Agents." Aaron called out, climbing onto the desk in front of him. "The floor. Is. Lava." He announced dramatically, his eyes darting around the room to the individual members of the team.

"Oh, frick!" Penelope turned around and scurried toward the nearest desk, reaching her hand out to take Spencer's offered hand as he climbed on. She yelped as her heeled foot slipped and she nearly fell off, grabbing Spencer's arm instinctively. "Thank you, Reid."

Jason hummed to himself and absentmindedly pulled his knees to his chest as he sat in his chair, reading the newspaper in his hands.

"Damn it, Hotch!" Derek grumbled as he and Jennifer clawed at each other's shirts, each struggling to climb onto a desk and pull each other down. "Ow, JJ! Gideon!"

"Children, behave. Or no more donuts after lunch break." Gideon muttered halfheartedly, his eyes never leaving what was apparently a very interesting article.

Must reach higher ground. Emily dove onto a chair that slid toward the desk Penelope and Spencer were perched on, leaning on Penelope's shoulder to steady herself as she walked on.

"I saw this desk first! Get your own!" Jennifer scoffed, banging her knee against the corner of the desk. "Ow!"

"But I'm taller! That means I got dibs!" Derek retorted, his hand slipping from the desk. He fell with a grunt, crawling his way back up the desk.

"Hey, you were submerged in the lava for 3.5 seconds! You would be dead!" Spencer shouted and pointed an accusatory finger at Derek, a smile on his face.

Derek grinned back at Spencer, pulling Jennifer up by her arm. "Nah, you know a little lava can't kill me, pretty boy." He chuckled, causing Spencer to turn red.

Emily laughed at that, squeezing Penelope's shoulder. "Technically speaking, depending on the temp of the lava, he is right that he might've been able to survive at least another second and a half." She pointed out, getting impressed looks from Spencer and Penelope.

"Oh, I already knew you'd be fun to have around, but you're gorgeous and smart, too, and I'm into that." Penelope winked jokingly and Emily blushed pink.

"Oh, my god, Pen! She's not even officially a team member yet and you're already flirting with her!" Jennifer laughed and shook her head fondly, though she did bite her lip as she let herself look the brunette up and down.

"What? It's how I show my love!" Penelope pouted and crossed her arms, and Spencer laughed.

Aaron surveyed the group, her eyes landing on Emily last. He shared a look with Gideon who nodded his approval, nodding back at him. "Prentiss, you'll fit in perfectly. Welcome to the team."

"Yay." Penelope giggled and wrapped Emily up in a tight hug, squeezing her when Spencer joined in the hug.

"Welcome, Princess Prentiss!" Derek declared and Emily's new favorite nickname was born.

"Princess Prentiss!" Penelope raised a fist in the air, nearly falling off the desk again.

Aaron chuckled, lowering himself from the desk he was standing on. "Ok, ok. Game over, children. The floor is safe again."

Emily grinned as Spencer hopped down and offered his hands to her and Penelope, gently taking his left in hers. "Thank you, Reid."

"You're the best, my boy wonder."

Derek laughed and shook his head as he stepped down from the desk, helping Jennifer get down.

"Sorry about your shoulder, Morgan."

"Eh, just a scratch. I'll be fine." Derek shrugged it off and walked toward Emily, arms open for a hug.

"Oh, ok." Emily wrapped her arms around Derek's waist, leaning her head on his shoulder.

Aaron let out a soft sigh as he once again looked around at his team, pleased to see everyone getting on well. "Well, good work today, everyone." He nodded, glad to end a work day on a high note.

#criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #aaron hotchner #emily prentiss #jason gideon #penelope garcia #spencer reid #derek morgan #jennifer jareau

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marvelmaniac715 · 1 year

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Specifically for @lydiavalentino. This is the cast list that accompanies my Schmigadoon! Season Three pitch. I’ll include actors, character names and character descriptions so that you can get an idea of what I’m going for :).

Cecily Strong - Melissa Gimble:

Melissa is the same as she always is, kind, funny, a big fan of musicals, but the stress of parenting two hyperactive twins is starting to wear her out, and she’s less willing to join in with Schmigadoon shenanigans than usual, and she may yell at this season’s leprechaun when he eventually appears for putting her children in danger. Also, is a forbidden romance with a stranger who’s not so unfamiliar in the cards? Melissa is faithful to Josh, but old lovers and crushes have a certain way of getting to you…

Keegan-Micheal Key - Josh Skinner:

Again, Josh is the same as he always is, except he too is stressed out by raising twins and his teaching position, and he’s developed a much stronger interest in musicals that he, along with his wife, tries to pass down to his children. In my hypothetical third season, his reaction to the newest version of Schmigadoon (the ‘Schmoods’ and surrounding French district) is a lot like Melissa’s reaction to Schmigadoon in Season One, because this is the period of musicals he is most familiar with and he gets so excited whenever he spots a reference. Is he a cool dad? Well… he certainly has a thing or two to learn from a few Schmigadoonians, but he and his kids get along great (even if he is a little overprotective at times).

Dove Cameron - The Princess:

That isn’t a placeholder. That’s the character’s name. Think of Rapunzel from Into The Woods, but combine her with Cosette from Les Mis and Christine from Phantom of the Opera. She’s your typical ingenue at the start of the season, sheltered from the world by her adoptive mother (we’ll get to her) and dreaming of romance. But as the season progresses, she (with a little encouragement from Melissa) begins to break out of her shell and pursue romance with mysterious French Schmigadoonians (oh, the scandal of it all!).

Aaron Tveit - The Prince:

The Prince is a more villainous character, he falls in love with The Princess and is convinced that they are destined to be together (think of the two princes from Into The Woods with Marius from Les Mis levels of pining) and refuses to take no for an answer. This would be a sort of dark reimagining of Jenny and Topher’s romance from Season Two, and Melissa would point this out at one point (but nobody sees the comparison except for her). Does he find romance by the end? Perhaps, but that is yet to be decided.

Alan Cumming - The Wolf:

As you can see, a lot of character names are symbolic (a lot like Into The Woods). At the beginning of the season, Josh and Melissa are convinced that he’s the one who lured their children away (hey, they’ve seen Into The Woods and The Wolf looks VERY similar to the wolf that ate Little Red Riding Hood in that musical, they don’t want to take chances) but it’s a red herring, and the ‘sneaking around’ they catch him doing is merely to provide for his pup, Clawsette (Little Cosette from Les Mis, slightly inspired by the SNL Diner Lobster Sketch with the lobsters in terms of naming). His character will help to teach lessons about parenting to Josh and Melissa via a song, and the character may be French, with subtle references to Duly Blight and Mayor Menlove because of course there will be.

Kristen Chenoweth - The Witch:

What can I say? She’s the witch from Into The Woods, I just wanted to allow Dove Cameron and Kristen Chenoweth to play mother and daughter again. She would also teach Josh and Melissa about parenting in a VERY Children Will Listen inspired song.

Jane Krakowski: Leader:

Leader of the troupe of children that lures Josh and Melissa’s twins into the woods. She’s seemingly kind at first (she’s inspired by the Narrator from Joseph and the Amazing Technicolour Dreamcoat after all) but she soon reveals a sinister dark side reminiscent of Bill Sykes from Oliver, and she makes the children under her employ carry out her dirty work (crime such as theft).

Patrick Page - The Narrator:

The Narrator from Into The Woods, but more sinister. There’s a running gag where Josh and Melissa (big Into The Woods fans) continuously try to sacrifice him to whatever monster or rival is onscreen, thinking that that will help them to ‘reclaim their own stories’ like it did for the characters in Into The Woods. He gets more songs that show off his awesome deep voice, and he isn’t employed by the leprechauns. He’s their father. That would extend the parenting theme I’m trying to build and show the sometimes strained relationships between parents and children.

Martin Short - All Three Leprechauns:

He’s back as the leprechauns! This season’s new addition is Johnathan, a very Rent inspired character who may have a striped scarf. And yes, he would have a line paying homage to that show, such as ‘sorry my land isn’t as flashy as my brothers’, I’m struggling to pay rent’. It’s stupid, I know, but it brings me joy.

Tituss Burgess - Unsure:

I want him to be in this, but I’m not sure HOW. He’s a phenomenal actor though, so I want him to at least have a cameo as a French villager (Ratatouille the Musical, anyone?).

Fred Armisen - Unsure:

He’s in the same boat as Tituss for me, but I would perhaps cast him as Alan Cumming’s character’s ‘mate’ or something so that Layton x Menlove could live on in a way.

Ann Harada - Leader of the Rats:

Somebody had to do it. She’s basically Grizzabella from Cats as a rat, and when the characters help out in the final episode, she leads the charge. This is no slight against Ann Harada, she’s great, but I thought it would be fun if she could have a song (or a brief snippet of a song that keeps getting cut off as a running gag similar to ‘I’ll drink to that’ lady from last season) inspired by Memory from Cats.

Jaime Camil - The Phantom:

No prizes for guessing which 1980s musical inspired this character. Melissa has a big crush on the Phantom of the Opera, and she may have a brief romance with this character (Baker’s Wife from Into The Woods all over again) but she gets over herself and sets him up with The Princess, seeing her as a version of Christine, and that it would be the ultimate fan service to set the two up together in order to ‘fix the ending’ of Phantom.

Ariana Debose - Francine:

Fantine from Les Mis, but she doesn’t die. And she has a son unlike Fantine. (Mason, played by the boy who played Carson in Season One). She helps to teach parenting lessons due to her dedication to her son. By the end of the season, she may have a romance with The Princess, but I’m currently undecided.

The Twins - Casting Unclear:

The twins are about nine or ten, and they’re scrappy and adventurous. They love musicals like their parents, but because this is their coming of age story (Into The Woods, remember) they will go from naive to wise by the end of the season, after overthrowing a powerful dictator, of course…

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lunadove · 1 year

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So if Schmigadoon was about 30s and 40s musicals, and Schmiago is about 60s, 70s, and 80s musicals, then will Season 3 be about 80s and 90s musicals? Which means, could we get...PHANTOM OF THE SCHMIG-OPERA?

- SERIOUSLY. PICTURE IT. Aaron Tveit or Alan Cumming as the Phantom. Melissa falls into the Christine role and Josh into the Raul role.

- Melissa gets kidnapped by the Phantom so much to the point where it becomes a running joke. She’s unnerved by the Phantom but can’t help but be thrilled at LIVING HER DREAM exploring in the secret passages and underground lairs of the opera house.

- She ends up befriending the Phantom and convincing him to be friends with her and Josh instead of carrying out his doomed hope of winning her love. (Eventually. The first time she tried to tell him she wasn’t interested, the Phantom thought it was cause she was already married, and spent half an episode trying to drop sandbags on Josh’s head.)

- Josh is just tired. He’s so, so tired guys. This is the worst version of Schmigadoon they’ve been in. He wants his wife to stop getting kidnapped. He wants people to stop getting murdered in the opera house. He wants the chandelier to STOP FALLING. WHY CAN’T ANYONE HANG A CHANDELIER PROPERLY?

(- In addition to Melissa getting kidnapped a lot, the chandelier falls anytime ANYTHING remotely dramatic happens. It falls at least three times an episode.)

- There’s a Masquerade ep and the show blows half their budget on it but it’s worth it for the costumes.

- Kristin Chennowith is the ballet director who knows way more than she’s saying, although she’s not being nearly as subtle as she thinks she is and ends up giving away the whole plot. (In a nod to Phantom and the Descendants, Dove Cameron plays the role of her daughter.)

- Ariana DeBose plays the Carlotta/diva role and has a grand time being melodramatic and awful to the extreme.

- It turns out that all the murders happening in the opera house HAVEN’T been the work of the Phantom, so the last few eps. become a “Whodunit” with Melissa, Josh, and their new best friend the Phantom trying to solve who is murdering everyone.

- In a nod to another famous Andrew Lloyd Webber play, a running joke is that the alley behind the theatre has a bunch of musical cats who are having their own random adventures that nobody really understands or cares about.

#schmigadoon #melissa gimble #josh skinner

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masterwords · 1 year

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falling away from me

Summary: A re-imagining of the immediate aftermath of 5x09 - 100 with Hotch/Morgan and some hospital times and an IA hearing that isn't absolute cruelty.

Pairing: Hotch/Morgan

Warnings: hospital, injuries, grief...this is the aftermath of "100" so you know it's not a pleasure cruise

Words: 5.6k

Notes: HEY! It's my birthday today, and I decided to be super selfish and write something completely self-indulgent...up to and including naming the Director of the FBI Skinner in honor of my love for X-Files. (Hopefully you didn't have to see the first version of this where I posted the WRONG DRAFT but it's fixed now and I'm a moron. Moving on!)

It's funny how quickly a day can get away from you.

Not funny ha ha, no not quite like that. Just...funny. In a different way. When you look back.

But when you're in it...

“You look like hell,” the nurse says, tucking the nasal canal back into place after the third or fourth time he's pulled it loose. He doesn't want it, doesn't think he needs it, but the doctor's orders are all she has to go by and this guy...well he's a wreck. She's not going to chance it. It barely fits up his nose, she's not even sure it helps. This guy's nose is broken in at least two different places, it is a swollen mess of cartilage and tissue that she imagines used to be regal at one point...but now he's breathing through his mouth. Still she sets it back in place and glares at him seriously. Thinks she can intimidate him.

It almost works.

“When can I leave?”

“Let me check on that, okay huh? Keep this in for me please.”

He will. For now. He's too tired, and his shoulders ache. He can't lift his arms again, so he tries to lay there and relax. His mind drifts back to the morning, the moment his alarm went off...he'd already sort of been awake, like always, but the sound of the alarm pulled his eyes open.

Aaron can remember plenty of days he woke up drenched in sweat, the ache of dread in his belly before he even knew what the day would hold. He can place them all by the timid way he went about his business, readying himself for an unpredictable day where the only certainty...or so he thought...was that it would be bad. And sometimes that premonition was right, but usually it was wrong. Mildly correct, maybe, if he wanted to stretch. Every day had its low point after all.

But as he lays in the hospital bed contemplating what possible reason they could have for the nasal canal when his nose barely works at all, he can't remember any remarkable feeling from this morning. Nothing that felt any different than any other day. His alarm went off like always, and he planted both feet flat on the floor. It always takes him a minute now to be ready to stand, his stomach is always sore, always just a little stiff and weak and painful in the morning. It's when he's reminded with the most clarity that he's not well. So he sits there a minute to let his body adjust to being awake. Every day he wakes a little further away from Foyet's attack, but the dawn always reminds him that he has a long way to go no matter how he pretends that he's healed.

Everyone else believes it.

And the minute that movement was granted, he dove into routine. A shower, a shave, plain oatmeal with his coffee. No strange feelings, just the sun creeping through his drawn shades as usual. It always came in the same dashes of faded yellow and gold, dust dancing a ballet in the bright spaces.

He took the train to work. Tonight, if everything went according to plan, would be date night, and on date night he takes the train to work because it's more inconspicuous that way when he goes to Derek's instead of home. In case anyone thought to look. Knowing the people he kept closest, they would. Derek would ride his motorcycle to work on these days and pick him up from a station about halfway there sometime after he'd had a chance to order them each a coffee.

He's not even sure it's a secret anymore, but there is a certain thrill that drives this weekly performance and it makes him feel enough good excitement that he doesn't question the actual need for it.

Routine. Aaron likes routine. He knows it's bad, knows damn well it's bad...in his line of work, especially. More than likely his routine allowed Foyet to find a way into his home and into his life, but he can't just throw caution to the wind and live every single day spontaneously. His life, and more importantly his mind, just isn't designed that way. He can't function without routine. It's the only thing that keeps him here some days.

He blinks and wonders at what point his day went from ordinary to nightmare. There is a lot of blank space in his memory bank between the journal with Carl Arnold and US Marshal Sam Kassmeyer bleeding to death in his living room.

A scene Aaron is a little too familiar with. He remembers looking at Sam and feeling sick, it's beyond empathy...he doesn't just feel it, he knows. He knows exactly. Sam says he doesn't know how Foyet got in, and Aaron knows. He knows. He has four locks on his door now, and an alarm system, because he knows. He never has figured out that riddle and it haunts him every single night.

There is more blank space between the ambulance with Sam and his own hours later.

His mind slows to a crawl around Sam, his missing fingers, his bleeding and swollen features. It's pure horror. Wes Craven would be hard pressed to create something worse that could live in his mind. He sees Sam's ruined hand, bloody and swollen around a glass of beer and a quiet cheers from beyond the veil. “To you and your family,” he seems to say through his ruined pulpy lips. “You'll join me soon won't you?”

It's a hallucination. He knows that, but it's so real, just Sam sitting there in a squeaky vinyl hospital chair bleeding and drinking his foamy beer in the corner beneath the wall mounted television. And then Foyet appears beside him grinning that wicked grin and the heart monitor begins panicking, screaming. “Not real,” he whispers to himself, flexing his bruised and swollen hands. A reminder. His joints are stiff and hurt badly enough that he almost cries out at the sudden movement, but it reminds him of what happened. At least part of it. His hands were broken on Foyet's face. “Not real.” He calms himself just before the nurse enters his room to check for disturbances. This isn't the first time, and she gives him that look that says he needs to calm down.

“Are you sure you wouldn't like something to help you relax?” she asks, though she is glad to see he hasn't taken the canal out again. He's improving. But this isn't the first time she's offered him a sedative. Or even the second. He chews on it for a moment and finally agrees. If whatever she wants to push into his IV will stop him from seeing Sam and Foyet there staring at him, well maybe it's worth it.

“I'll get a doctor to order something just to take the edge off.” He knows what that means, they're going to knock him out. “It sounds like you could be here a while yet. Sleep might help the time pass a little faster.”

While he waits, he's alone with all of these thoughts and the paper thin blanket and the judgmental machines keeping track of all of his vital signs. He toys with the pulse ox on his finger, pressing his finger further in and then sliding it out just enough that it kept reading. He's already learned his lesson there. Slide it out too far and the damn thing screams for a nurse. He doesn't want that lecture again. He's just...restless.

And alone. Lonely. Those are not mutually exclusive, and he's acutely aware of how different they both feel when piled on top of one another.

“I'm fine,” he keeps saying when they ask him how he's feeling. He mumbles it through swollen lips, his jaw stiff, blood crusted in Rorschach designs all over his face, forcing his already unruly hair up into chaotic spikes. One eye has nearly swollen closed, the other doesn't seem far behind, and his nose is definitely broken, he can barely breathe through it. The canal doesn't help. “I need to see my son.”

“Sir, you need to lie back down.”

The worst part is, he's all talk. He really can't do much more than lie down, that's the real joke of it all. He's adamant that he should be let go and yet every minute that ticks by his body settles further and further into a complete state of disarray. He's miserable. They did some x-rays and said some troubling things about his ribs and his tailbone, there is a lot of concern about internal bleeding (given his medical history they keep saying like he's not right there watching them look through his file with horror or pity marring their features)...he knows he's where he should be, but he can't think about anything except Jack. Before they bring him a sedative, he sees Haley join Sam and Foyet in the corner of his room and feels the sting of tears in his eyes. “No,” he whispers and the nurse, pushing tube connectors into place glances down at him like he'd been talking to her. She realizes quickly that he's staring into empty space, into nothing, and continues her task. He'll be asleep in no time, poor thing.

“I need to make a call,” he mumbles before his head lolls to the side and his eyes close. He's trying to fight the cold push of drugs in his vein, there's just no way. It trickles shards of ice, pushes them upstream from the back of his bruised hand through his arm and disperses them from there. He's powerless to stop it. “Please. I need to make a call.” He needs to call Jessica. He tries to say her name, but it doesn't come out. In fact nothing is really coming out right. The nurse tucks his blanket up a little higher to stave off a chill. He's shivering.

She runs into Derek on her way out, he looks like he's in a hurry and she reaches her hand up to slow him down just a touch. “You're here for Mr. Hotchner?”

“Yeah. SSA Derek Morgan, I'm his proxy.” He pauses and remembers to smile, a sweet gesture in trying times. “Is it okay if I go in there?”

“We've just given him a mild sedative, he's been very agitated tonight. He'll probably be asleep for some time but you're welcome to sit with him.”

Derek wonders how much she knows about why he's there, thinks her use of the word agitated is interesting. Yeah, you'd be agitated too if you were in his shoes.

“Hey,” he says as he enters the room, dimming the lights automatically. He watches Aaron blink slowly in his direction without really seeing him. He's not there, not really. Asleep and awake in some liminal space, some dreamland that doesn't look very inviting if the pinched look on his face is anything to go by.

“...look terrible...” Aaron drawls thick and syrupy. His backwoods Virginia accent slips out when the stars align, when the universe wills it, when he's drugged and tired and off his rocker a little. Every wall he's ever built has crumbled around him today. Every safety net, every shield, it's all been tested and failed in one fell swoop. He's raw and bloody and broken. Derek wonders how Aaron even gets up and walks out of here, but he's going to ignore that thought for the time being and choose to believe it's possible. As a test of that faith, Derek forces a smile for his benefit.

“You're still gorgeous,” Derek replies, standing beside the bed, brushing one finger along Aaron's cheek. It's true. Even with his hair matted in bloody spikes and his face swollen and patchy, even with bruises painting deep watercolor pools over skin that was once flawless, with deep purple and black crescent puddles beneath his eyes, he's gorgeous.

Aaron shakes his head, just slightly, side to side. It's painful so he only does it once but it gets the point across.

“...no you...terrible...”

“Oh. I look terrible? Thanks. I'm gone all day and this is the reception I get when I finally get here?”

He knows. He does look terrible.

“...tired...” Aaron whispers thick and sad. He licks his lips and winces at the movement in his jaw. “...sad...” God he looks so sad, Aaron thinks through his medicated fog. “...why?” There are bags under his eyes. Derek never has bags under his eyes. Most of the day is a blur, but he knows that everything scattered across Derek's features is his fault. In some dim way, he can't touch it but he feels it. Those damn blank spaces.

“Go to sleep, baby,” Derek says, pushing the bloody matted hair back from Aaron's forehead and pressing a kiss dead center, warm and soft and a little too long. “I got nowhere else to be but here. With any luck, I'll look even worse when you wake up from your beauty sleep.”

(x)

“Can I have a minute with him, doc?” Derek asks quietly, and the doctor nods. They've been there for hours, and Aaron never did really sleep. The sedative was only strong enough to make him slow, barely lucid, but never actually asleep. It wasn't really helping. More tests had come back and the doctor was hovering, waiting for him to be awake enough to share information. But he just keeps blinking long and slow and sad, and Derek figures they can give him a break. Another trip around the clock won't hurt.

“I'll come back in an hour with the last of the results and we'll see about discharge.”

“Thanks, man.”

Derek had been pacing while the doctor tried to get Aaron's attention, but now he's back by the side of the bed. He sits down, scooting Aaron's legs over just enough to give himself room, and stares at him. Long and hard, he looks and he can't find it in him to smile this time. As much as he'd like to. Just force that megawatt smile and tell him everything is fine and they'd be going home soon and life would go on.

Well, life is going to go on. Of that he's certain, but not the way they thought it would hours ago. Tonight was supposed to be date night, he reminds himself. And now he's staring into the face of a man who has lost everything that he'd built his life on. Sure, he's been divorced for years, but he still had Haley. He still knew her and could talk to her and since their divorce they'd managed to find some reasonable common ground. They claimed it was for Jack, but it was good for them too.

And now he's suddenly been thrust into single fatherhood without any warning, any preparation. Not only that, but it happened in the most violent way Derek could imagine, and that violence was going to leave a lasting mark on their family forever. It hit too close to home. He had watched his father bleed out on a city sidewalk and now he's right back there, staring into his own mother's haunting, devastated eyes as he looks at Aaron now.

“How are you doing?” he asks, knowing how crazy it must sound. But he really doesn't know what to think. How to feel. He's fumbling around in the dark here. All he knows is that Aaron looks awake, thoughtful, he's not blinking as slowly. He's aware of his surroundings in spite of the medication and the concussion.

“I want to leave.” That's the simple truth. He doesn't know how he is, but that hardly seems important. He just wants to go home, or go somewhere that isn't here. “Where is Jack?”

“He's with Jessica and her parents. They thought it best he stay with them tonight...the shock of seeing you like this might be too much for him after what happened. I didn't think I should argue with her.”

Aaron nods. He hates it but it makes sense to him even through his soupy mess of spilled thoughts. And truthfully, arguing with Jess is a lost cause. “Can I talk to him? Can you call them?”

“It's late, baby. It's midnight. They're probably all in bed. We'll call in the morning and make some plans okay?”

Derek is being as patient and as caring as he can be, but he's tired. He's exhausted and not sure he's got much gas left in the tank.

Aaron stares. And blinks, like he's putting together puzzle pieces in his mind. “Midnight?” he asks, like that was the only part that registered. Midnight. How in the hell is it midnight? When the ambulance sped away from his little suburban nightmare the sun was still high in the sky.

“Yeah.” Derek can't explain to him where the time has gone, not really. He's not sure himself. He was trapped in that house for hours, minute after minute, hour melting into hour until they were nothing but a murky congealed mess. “I know. But I think they're gonna cut you loose soon. We'll get the heck outta here, maybe eat something, get some shut eye and...” And what? It'll all be okay in the morning? He can't say that. “We'll call Jess as soon as we get up.”

Soon ends up being another hour, which feels more like a lifetime and the blink of an eye all twisted up like a candy cane. An endless barber pole spinning spinning, colors whirling, hours twirling but never really going anywhere. Derek was lulled into a sense of almost well-being while they waited, a fact that never ceases to amaze him when he thinks about it later. Hospitals did that. When a steady stream of people come in to make sure you're okay, you start to feel a little invincible.

“I met Haley in my junior year of high school,” Aaron drawls with his eyes closed. The lights have started to bother him as they back him off of the meds in preparation for discharge. His concussion is one for the record books from the sounds of it. They're going to have a hell of a time managing it, Derk can already tell. He reaches out and plays with Aaron's hair while he talks, twists his fingers in it, scrapes his nails against scalp, tries to soothe him. It's a waiting game. Aaron's long buried Southern drawl is seeping slow like muddy river water on a hot summer day into every third or fourth word. Derek can almost feel crawdads and fly fishing and mud between his toes. “She was a sophomore. Derek...she was the prettiest girl in the whole school...”

“Yeah. I bet she was,” he replies quietly, wrapping both hands around one of Aaron's. He's so cold, his skin so tight and swollen around broken knuckles but somehow he feels ice cold even still.

“She had a boyfriend, of course. Nathan Fisher. His dad ran a bar, he would let us sneak in sometimes on slow nights to get sodas and play pool. He had this bar tender on Wednesdays who would pour us the worst beer, it was always warm and too foamy but it made us feel pretty cool. Nathan was a good guy. I just wanted to be around her, y'know?” That drawl began deepening as he spoke, as he drifted in and out of what looked like a teary reverie bashed with the violence of the present. “Just wanted to be near her.”

“Did she like you?”

“She didn't even know I was alive until I made a fool of myself in the theater production...guess she felt sorry for me after...but eventually she loved me.” Aaron stops, crafting a thoughtful pause, and Derek smiles in anticipation. “I think.”

His heart sinks. That's not what he'd expected. He knows damn well it's not true. “Nahhh, man, she loved you. Don't go there.”

“And Jessica,” he continues, like Derek never even spoke. “She hated me. We were in debate together. When she found out I was dating her sister...” his voice trailed off, lost in the ghost of a smile. “I love her.”

“I know.”

“She hates me now.”

“Alright man, you're gettin' a little silly on those meds. You gotta give it a rest okay? Haley loved you, and Jessica sure as shit doesn't hate you. She might be upset about what happened to her sister, and she's right to be, but no way she hates you for it.”

Her parents, on the other hand, Derek knows they don't share that sentiment. They were...well they'd already made angry phone calls to him about all sorts of things he would rather die than talk to Aaron about. They didn't know he and Aaron were together, but they sure as hell knew he was the Unit Chief and held both he and Aaron responsible for what happened to their daughter.

Well, Derek figures, get in line. The two men in this hospital bed don't need help in the guilt department. They're threatening to take the FBI to court and he won't stand in their way. IA has already requested a hearing ASAP to go over everything between Foyet's attack on Hotch to now with a fine tooth comb, and they aren't willing to give Aaron a pass on it. The whole team is under investigation.

(x)

Home. Derek's home, because Aaron's apartment won't do, not tonight. The last thing he needs to see is that apartment. Instead, they're met with Clooney bumping into their legs, his long tail thrashing against their shins as he beckons them inside and begs them to sit on the couch. His favorite place to hop up into their laps...Derek has been gone longer than usual and he's clearly a little extra clingy.

He can sense something off in Hotch, he walks with his side pressed against Hotch's leg the entire distance from the doorway to the couch.

The mainline of meds right into Aaron's veins had ended over an hour prior and the pain hit him like a ton of bricks. There is no hope of sleep, not yet, not like this, Derek realizes. He isn't even sure he could do it anyway, so he decides to cook instead. He hasn't eaten anything all day and this was, still, technically date night. Sort of. Maybe they'll get in the shower afterward, Aaron still has so much blood in his hair.

“It wasn't your fault.” It comes out as nothing more than a thin rasp that catches Derek off guard while he pushes eggs around listlessly in the frying pan. Mindless work, he's probably overcooked them by now, his mind has been engaged elsewhere. There is salt and pepper in there, but he's on autopilot, just trying to get some toast and scrambled eggs onto a plate and into their bellies. Like that'll erase everything, fix it all.

“What's that?” he asks, turning the burner off before he pours the eggs onto the waiting plate and grabs two forks. He checks that he turned the burner off twice more before he leaves the kitchen with the plate in one hand, and two bottles held by their necks between his fingers in the other. Ketchup and hot sauce. It occurs to him that he can't remember how Aaron likes his eggs which is absurd because...he knows this. He's known it for years. He just can't get to it. His mind is completely on auto pilot, non-essential tasks and knowledge have been shut down, archived. Breathe, eat, sleep. They're both breathing, and he's trying to take care of the eating...he's not so sure of the sleep part but it's in there. It's next on the list of things to try.

“It wasn't your fault...what happened...” Aaron drawls it out this time in a voice that almost seems to ooze out thick like orange blossom honey straight from the comb. The accent, steadily getting stronger as the night wears on, almost sounds fake except he knows where Aaron is from, he's met his mother, he's seen that house.

“I know.” He doesn't, though. But he's not going to argue. It's all his fault. He could trace what happened to at least ten missed clues or opportunities. Ten that he can think of, dozens more if you give him time. Yeah, he's keeping score. Yeah that's what unsubs do, who cares at this point. He knows it's his fault, but Aaron doesn't want to hear that. Won't hear it. “It was Foyet's.” That's the only thing he can say that isn't a bigger lie than he'd started with. Aaron's blank stare at the mention of Foyet's name is haunting. In any case, Derek plans to take full responsibility for everything at the hearing and there isn't anything else to think about right now.

Clooney snores with his head on Aaron's feet, drooling on his pale pink hospital grippy socks, and Aaron picks silently at the overcooked scrambled eggs perched on Derek's thighs. “I love you, you know?” Derek says, like Aaron could forget something like that.

“I know.” He doesn't say it back right away, but he rests his cheek on Derek's shoulder and he cries and it's almost the same thing right now.

(x)

“Director Skinner,” Aaron deadpans with a nod, unable to forget his manners for even one moment. This is an Internal Affairs hearing, after all, and they're here because he fucked up. Because he didn't follow protocol. And he can't say he blames them, he didn't...but he also doesn't feel guilty, because he shouldn't. None of them have ever had their lives and the lives of their families utterly destroyed by the hands of a man who managed to skirt the system and its supposed fail-safes time and again. Witness Protection should have been enough, and it wasn't. But going back further, arresting him and putting him in prison should have been enough and it wasn't. And further yet? Boston P.D. tracking him with the help of the BAU should have been enough...but it wasn't.

“Agent Hotchner,” Skinner says quietly, tapping the table and indicating for Strauss to turn on the tape recorder. “We won't keep you long. I know your son is waiting for you.”

“Thank you.”

As Skinner opens his mouth to ask the first question, one he hopes will be the only question, the light on the intercom blinks. Flashes red. No one should be in the building, and they all feel a little dread watching it flash. “Do you mind?” Skinner asks and Aaron shakes his head, his hands folded neatly in his lap. He's too sore to move, to do anything but sit stone still and wait until this is over.

There is a squeaking sound on the other end, fuzzy and high pitched, and then a room full of hushed murmurs that sound more than a little like panic. “May I ask who is calling?”

“JACK!”

Everyone in the room smiles, everyone but Aaron. He's staring at his hands.

“Hi Jack. Are you Agent Hotchner's son, the very famous Jack Hotchner?”

“Yes.” Aaron can make out the sound of JJ's voice just behind Jack's, coaching him.

“Jack, did you know there's a secret code on the vending machine in the BAU that will get you a candy bar without even putting in money? If you promise not to tell anyone, I'll give you the code.”

“I hafta ask my dad...” Jack says a little morosely and Aaron's eyes flick up, meet Director Skinner's for just a moment and he nods.

“Well, Jack, I happen to be sitting in a room with your father right now and he says it's okay.”

It doesn't take long before Aaron can hear Reid muttering about a secret code and JJ assuring Director Skinner that the code will be safe with Jack. She'll keep Reid and Morgan far away from it. Emily is pretty sure she can steal it from JJ without her ever knowing, and then she'll make bank selling candy bars out of her desk.

“Agent Anderson,” Skinner says, turning in his chair to the man standing at the doorway. “Call the vendors for that machine and have them change the override code tomorrow morning.”

Aaron almost smiles, the corner of his mouth twitches small and fast. It's gone before anyone sees it, but he can feel it in his chest, a momentary lightness.

“Thank you, Director Skinner,” he whisper speaks. It's quiet and thin sounding. Skinner has known Aaron a long time and is more than a little shaken by his current demeanor. He'd anticipated some level of grief, of injury, but this...well he just looks broken. A wispy shadow of his former self.

“I think we can forgo this interview, Aaron. Your team has made things clear enough for our reports. I'm comfortable with leaving things as they are.”

Strauss opens her mouth, sits gaping at him for a moment. She can hardly believe her ears. “Director Skinner,” she protests and he shakes his head.

“I know protocol says we need to get a statement from Agent Hotchner, but I think we can all agree that this hearing is nothing more than cruelty at this juncture. Perhaps, if it would be agreeable to you Aaron, we could accept his statement in writing by the end of the week?”

“You're the Director,” one of the IA Agent says, closing her own file. “If that's what you're willing to accept, I see no reason to drag this out.” She's uncomfortable, too. Aaron is still staring at his hands.

“Well, Aaron?”

“It'll be on your desk in the morning.”

And just like that, he's pushing himself up out of the chair and shaking Director Skinner's hand. Skinner looks a little mortified when he squeezes too hard, apologizes under his breath and Aaron pretends like it didn't even register.

“Thank you, sir,” Aaron says and Skinner nods solemnly.

“Go home and be with your son. Save the report until the end of the week. That's an order.”

He walks snail slow back to the BAU, down long empty corridors and through keypad controlled doorways. He fumbles for his badge at every one, forgetting until the next one to have it ready. Every step drives the ache in his back deeper until he's practically dragging himself up the last of the stairs to the catwalk. Familiar territory, the home stretch. Derek is standing over the table keeping a watchful eye, making sure everyone behaves while they play a rowdy game of rock paper scissors with Jack whose face is covered in melted chocolate.

“That was fast,” Emily says, standing quickly to offer him her chair. He shakes his head and opens his arms instead when Jack comes flying at him. He'll stand. If he sits now, he might not get back up.

His back screams in violent protest as he lifts Jack up, holds him tight, buries his face in the boy's neck. Every muscle is seizing up, squeezing like a fist, yet somehow the smell of Jack and his chocolate cheeks are enough to keep him standing against the assault. It can't last long, but it'll last long enough.

“Are we all fired?” Emily asks, timid but laced with a little sarcasm. She can't help trying to cut the tension with a little joke. “Cos this is a really inconvenient time to be broke. The economy is in the shitter.”

“The BAU is cleared of all suspicion of misconduct,” Derek says, reading directly from an email Skinner sent him. Hastily typed, the man was clearly attempting to beat Aaron to the room...and judging by the way Aaron had moved like the Tin Man needing his joints oiled, he figured he had a few minutes to compose his thoughts. “Aaron just has to provide a statement in writing and it's all over.” He leaves out the bit about Skinner ordering him to make sure Aaron doesn't work on it until later in the week. That passes between them in a look when Aaron glances up at Derek helplessly from the crook of Jack's neck. Derek can see that he's on the verge of tears. He nods quickly and shoves his phone into his pocket.

“On that note, everyone get the hell out of here,” he says to the room before turning to Aaron and reaching out to take Jack from him before he collapses. “Do not come in tomorrow...or the next day. I'll text you guys when I want you back in the office.”

“Are you...still the boss?” Reid asks, a little unsure, a little unsteady. He regrets it immediately when everyone's eyes flicker toward him, burning through him. Not the time, not the time. “I just meant...now that...”

“You got a problem with that, kid?”

“No, sir." Reid's little smile, a little snarky, makes Emily laugh and shake her head.

“Hotch is gonna need some time off to be with Jack so I'll hold down the fort, business as usual. We'll let you know when or if that changes.” He pauses, letting them all absorb that little if he slipped in there. They'll have plenty of time to discuss that later. Not now. Locking eyes with Aaron, he offers him a gentle smile, a way out. “Let's go home.”

#aaron hotchner #derek morgan #hotchgan #hotch x morgan #criminal minds #cm fanfiction #hotch whump

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Interviews with ✨the 4 town boys✨ girlfriends 💞

(I've had these aus for a while, so I might as well post them)

My AU ⭐

Warnings: Mentions of bad relationships, mentions of body insecurities, Y/n starving herself. Mentions of anxiety. Aaron T's Y/n is trans. Gender not Specified. Reference to assault and PTSD. And family trauma.. Jessie's y/n is a part of the Ling family *there is not a red panda emoji but you get the point*

🗼Robaire's Girl🗼

-Interviewer..

"So Y/n, you and Robaire have always seemed like the perfect couple, makes one wonder how you two met in the first place?)

-Y/n..

"Well I can't argue there. I really couldn't have hoped for a more amazing boyfriend. As for how we met, some people have speculated it was during the infamous 'Panda apocalypse' but we had actually met before then. I went to a 4 town concert in Toledo, before they came to Toronto, it was my home town for some time until I moved to Toronto. That first time I had gone to their concert I happened to have a backstage pass, and Robiare was the member I was most eager to talk to. We really hit it off enough so that he had given me a VIP pass to their next concert in Toronto. Which unfortunately meant that I was in the front row were all the 'panda madness' happened, but Robiare stormed in and saved me like a true 'prince Charming' After that the two of us got a lot closer but I still didn't try to pursue him romantically.. Simply because he was well a pop star and I was just me. Although I do know that if he was here right now he'd chide me about thinking less about myself.. At the time I ended up falling into a relationship with a bad man, he had hurt me and just as before Robiare came sweeping in to save me. Thanks to him that horrible man is behind bars now, And as an added perk our feelings for each other happened to surface at that time. He had felt the same way about me but didn't pursue me because he thought I only saw him as a friend. But in the end everything worked out and he and I have been happily dating for almost 3 years now.." 😊

🕊Tae Young's girl🕊

-Interviewer..

"So tell me Y/n, you and Tae certainly seem like the most adorable couple. makes people wonder what the story behind the two of you is."

-Y/n..

"Well.. As some people may know I'm one of the lyric writers for 4 town, but that's actually not how Tae and I met. You see my therapist had recommended that I take on fostering doves as a way to ease my anxiety, witch at the time was cripplingly bad but Tae has really helped me to live with it. When I met Tae in the foster doves program I was immediately love stuck but my anxiety prevented me from doing anything about it. Eventually Tae found out I was a songwriter, one that had not yet been discovered so he took it upon himself to get me decoverd and his way of doing this was the rest of his band. I didn't know about this so when I found out first hand I was definitely shell shocked. Every member had told me how amazingly talented I was in song writing and especially Tae. They had convinced me to be a songwriter for them. And I have to admit it was a bit overwhelming at the time but I felt like there was nothing I couldn't do with Tae cheering me on. And now that we're dating I've learned just how much truth that holds. 😌

😎Aaron Z's girl😎

-Interviewer..

"So y/n there has been some whispers about you and Z's relationship . We were hoping you could set that record straight."

-Y/n..

"Yes, I've heard these whispers and as nasty as some of them can be I can't say I blame them because what had happened before me and Z started dating i'm not particularly proud of.. As most people know I'm one of the back up dancers for 4 town so that's how me and Z met. As most people also know Z could be described as Stoic but in reality he's really just shy and nervous. I caught feelings for Z pretty quickly but with how sheltered he can be it really seemed like he didn't really care much for me which I assumed was over the thing I was most insecure about. My weight.. It's something I've been insecure about my whole life and so I did what no one should ever feel like they should do, I tried to change myself so people. Him in particular would like me.. Dieting wasn't working so eventually I did something truly awful.. I starved myself.. And that's the reason as to why the whispers get so nasty because people think I was just doing it for attention while in reality I was just doing it for acceptance.. I ended up dropping before the weight did and Z was the first person to my side.. He told me that it was stupid to try to change myself to get him to like me because he liked me for who I was.. I still struggle with my body image and how straining feelings inferior can be but Z is always there to remind me to be myself because there's no one he'd rather have by his side.. 😁

😝Aaron T's girl😝

-Interviewer..

"So Y/n was it, I certainly hope I'm getting that right I would hate to be insensitive.. The fans want to know what brought you and T together seeing as you two seem to be complete opposites."

-Y/n..

"Yes. Y/n is correct, don't worry. And yeah me and T are what you would call 'complete opposites' especially considering I don't like pizza and he would be content eating it for every meal. What brought us together was T walking into my dojo. He got the bright idea to try martial arts and he stole my thunder in the process. I was the highest black belt in that Dojo and he was a fast learner, so as you can probably guess we didn't exactly get along. We were caught in a winner takes all battle from the start but even then don't think I didn't notice the way he did his 'googo eyes' at me. If I wasn't so focused on winning I would have found it adorable how he was smitten for me. But what truly brought us together was the fact he didn't look at me differently. Gender identity has been something I've struggled with my whole life and people have always judged me for not being the person I 'should be' but he was the first person to see me for who I am, he didn't care that I was trans and in fact he helped me to finally fully commit to the person I wanted to be. And for that I could never put into words how much I love him for that. But. Don't get me wrong, in the end of our little competition I still won. 😉

🌟Jessie's girl🌟

-Interviewer..

"So Y/n. There's been a lot of buzz surrounding you and Jessie's relationship we were hoping to find out what actually happened from the source"

-Y/n..

"Yes, I suppose it's time to set the wreckord straight. Buckle up because this is a bit of a long story.. As you can clearly see, I'm a part of the ling family. Yes the famously Chaotic 'panda family' and while I love my family I have a rather complicated history with them.. You see when I was younger I trusted someone I shouldn't have and they took advantage of me.. Hurt me.. So I.. Turned to the one person I thought would always be there.. My mother.. And as pretty much everyone knows how destructive her panda is.. She couldn't handle her emotions upon finding out what happened to me.. And she took her anger out on the closest thing to her.. Me.. She lost it for a split second and well.. Gave me this scar.. I left after that.. And I never wanted to return.. Due to the trauma of.. Everything that happened to me.. My panda side is always showing. Whether it be my ears or sometimes my tail.. One day I decided that I needed to overcome my fears and I decided that going to a concert was a good way to do that.. You know how the members of 4 town reach out to people in the crowd when doing their angel bit well. I happened to be the one Jessie reached for.. And I almost took his hand.. Only to be reminded of the one who had hurt me.. And then that's when my mother showed up.. As the same monster I remembered her as..i wanted to do what I've always done.. Run away.. But when they needed people to sing from their hearts in order to save her.. I didn't hesitate to pick up a mic.. And 4 town did the same thing; they were my backup singers.. After that I still couldn't forgive my mother.. So when 4 town asked me to join them.. I saw it as a way to get away from her.. But overtime Jessie made me realize that even if I can't forgive her she's still my mom.. They are still my family.. So thanks to him I've made amends with them and I'm there to help my little sister navigate through womanhood. As for how me and Jessie got together. As soon as I won his kids over.. I also won over his heart 💘 and ever since he's been there to help me battle with my PTSD no matter how difficult it may be sometimes he's always there and I am so grateful 🥲

#turning red 4town #x reader

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mrsdallway · 2 years

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i hate aftg stans and ao3 (yes i'm talking about you specifically since u r so special what r u gonna do about it? punch me? punch the screen weirdo

one of those days i found out there’s an age regression aftg fanfic and i’m. so. fucking. disturbed. ugh the moment i see a dead dove do not eat fic i suddenly become a 50yo conservative white straight man and I KNOW I SHOULDN’T BE DISRESPECTFUL TOWARDS WHAT I DON’T UNDERSTAND but… it’s so weird and problematic. ao3 is a hellhole wtf why would someone write something like that about andrew??? i couldn’t believe it so i started reading just to see how it really was and it made me so uncomfortable i couldn’t finish it like… it was pure gross fetish, i wanted to throw up. i have a 7yo sister yk..... and i know there's more out there like aaron/andrew fics wtf wtf wtf

i write about aftg bc i think it's about marginalized people and it gives me hope. we, aftg stans, always end up romanticizing it as a found family trope but it is not. it is about trauma. period. the foxes are not a family, we read them that way bc we need hope. they are realistically complex characters yet we (me included) put them as caricatures in silly little coffee shop aus bc we need hope. and they give us hope. we feel their pain and sometimes relate to it so we need to put them in a 100k long enemies to lovers fic.

but ao3 has no bounds. internet is already such a lawless place where humans vent (ha) the deepest parts of themselves but ao3 is... something. there's incest, pedophilia, zoophilia, rape etc. and maybe punishment really isn't the best choice i mean freud explains or whatever right? and what is seen as pervesion is subjective. but what is weird about ao3 is that the works we use as inspiration to write are not that subjective. they give us a solid base, it's the author's perspective and ideology. i understand the appeal of headcanons but why stan a book by the distorted image you made of it? fandoms give up any depth and fidelity to the story in favor of its own fantasies. HOWEVER, in contradiction, all of this is also the best thing about ao3. ao3 is where we can grab harry potter, a transphobe's book, and make it queer. it's subversive, it's resistance, it's revolutionary, it's beautiful. fanfics are free, in all possible meanings, and that's inherently political and vital for our society. as a ficwriter myself, i love desecrating pieces of literature, i love the profane of fanfics. but some aftg stans are being fans of what they want the book to be but it is not. a big part of the fandom is made of cisgender women and minors who romanticize triggers and fetishize aquileans AND ARE NOT READY TO READ AND INTERPRET AFTG. the other part of the fandom is made of weirdos. yes i'm being a hypocrite i know i'm cringy too but CARAIO VEI i hate how shallow we are. what am i even doing in this pigpen!!!!!!!!!!!!!! living is better than dreaming.

I've got no interest

In any theory

In any fantasy

Nor in what's beyond

Nor in face painting

Whees and yays, or melodies

To match my yawning

Morning dreams

I've got no interest

In any theory

Nor in those things from the east

Astral novels

My hallucination

Is to bear the daily life

And my frenzy

Is the experience

With what's real

A black person, a poor person

A student

A woman on its own

Blue jeans and motorbikes

Gloomy regular people

Girls kept by the night

Revolver: Sniff it, your bitch!

The miserable park dwellers

With their newspapers

Sheeps, table, work

My body falling from the eighth floor

And the loneliness of people

From those capital cities

The aggressiveness of the night

The traffic movement

A delicate and joyous young man

Dancing and shaking his body

Is too much!

Blackheads, pimps on the face

Rock music, Hot Dog

"Play it cool, Baby"

Twelve colorful youngsters

Two police officers

Fulfilling their cruel duty

And defending their love

And our life

Fulfilling their cruel duty

And defending their love

And our life

But I've got no interest

In any theory

In any fantasy

Nor in what's beyond

Let alone the prophet of terror

Announced by the Clockwork Orange

Loving and changing things

Interests me more

Loving and changing things

Interests me more

— Alucinação (Belchior)

#i'm drunk on corote fuck you fuck the person who wrote an age regression fic about andrew #i hate it here #discourse #vent #rant #tfc #tkm #trk #aftg #all for the game #the foxhole court #ao3 #fanfic #andreil #andrew minyard

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allthingsdarkanddirty · 1 month

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WELCOME TO DENVER, mel! you’ve been accepted as leticia herrera (PRISCILLA QUINTANA), riggs cohen (AARON TAYLOR JOHNSON) & cheyanne "chey" ellis (NATHALIE EMMANUEL)! please have your account sent in within 24 hours; don’t forget your CHECKLIST!

MEL, 23, EST; THEY/THEM. | if you’re hearing LETHAL WOMAN by DOVE CAMERON playing, you have to know LETICIA HERRERA (SHE/HER; CISFEMALE) is near by! the TWENTY-NINE year old EXOTIC DANCER AT AMBROSIA LOUNGE has been in denver for, like, FIVE YEARS. they’re known to be quite ABRASIVE, but being CHARMING seems to balance that out. or maybe it’s the fact that they resemble PRISCILLA QUINTANA. personally, i’d love to know more about them seeing as how they’ve got those RUBY RED LIPSTICK STAINS ON EXPENSIVE GLASSES, A SIRENS SONG CALLING THE SAILORS INTO HER WARM EMBRACE + SILK SLIP DRESSES vibes. and maybe i’ll get my chance if i hang out around the RIVER NORTH ART DISTRICT long enough! MEL, 23, EST; THEY/THEM. | if you’re hearing COLORBLIND by COUNTING CROWS playing, you have to know RIGGS COHEN (HE/HIM; CISMALE) is near by! the THIRTY-FIVE year old MECHANIC AT IGNITION KINGDOM has been in denver for, like, ALL OF HIS LIFE, ON AND OFF. they’re known to be quite SHORT-TEMPERED, but being DEDICATED seems to balance that out. or maybe it’s the fact that they resemble AARON TAYLOR JOHNSON. personally, i’d love to know more about them seeing as how they’ve got those OIL COVERED HANDS, A TENDER HEART PROTECTED BY IORN WALLS + THE STING OF REGRET WASHED DOWN BY THE NEXT GLASS OF WHISKEY vibes. and maybe i’ll get my chance if i hang out around the LAKERIDGE DISTRICT long enough! // Aaron cohen’s brother !!! MEL, 23, EST; THEY/THEM. | if you’re hearing I DON’T LIKE MY MIND by MITSKI playing, you have to know CHEYANNE “CHEY” ELLIS (SHE/HER; CISFEMALE) is near by! the THIRTY-THREE year old OWNER OF FRISKY KITTY CAFE has been in denver for, like, TEN YEARS. they’re known to be quite NAIVE, but being COMPASSIONATE seems to balance that out. or maybe it’s the fact that they resemble NATHANLIE EMMANUEL. personally, i’d love to know more about them seeing as how they’ve got those OVERSIZED SWEATERS AND MESSY BUNS, A SET OF HANDS REACHING OUT TO CATCH YOU WHEN YOU FALL + EXTRA SHOTS OF ESPRESSO IN HER MORNING COFFEE vibes. and maybe i’ll get my chance if i hang out around the DOWNTOWN DISTRICT long enough!

#accepted.

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Comforting Words From 4 Town

Basically what it says! I really like this letter/message-style of writing, and this is the only half-decent thing I’ve written all week. Plus, life has been crap and I need to self-soothe, so this is what I came up with!

Enjoy 4Townies🧡

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So, the situation here is that your fav member gets home and finds you upset/crying. And then they say this to you;

Robaire;

“Mon amour, I’ve been worried about you. Please don’t apologise, it’s my job to worry, okay? All I ask is that you tell me what’s going on.

Life can be messy, but that’s why we need other people to lift us up. To support us in the difficult times and champion us during the good. I hope you know that I’ll always be that person for you. A constant during the good, the bad, and the ugly.

Here, let me dry those pretty eyes of yours. It’s okay to cry, healthy, in fact, even though it’s hard for me to watch. Just let it all out, ma cherie, that’s it. You’re okay. Everything’s going to be okay, mon ange.”

Jesse;

“Hey love- wait, have you been crying? It looks that way. What’s happened? Who made you upset? Do you need me to go and sort something out?

No? Sorry, darling, I can’t help but be protective of you. I know you can handle these things yourself, but I will always be willing to fight for you and your happiness.

Sure, we can just cuddle. Anything you want. I’m glad I can help you destress and unwind, even if just temporarily. You don’t have to worry about anything now. I’ll be here as long as you need me, darling.”

Aaron T;

“Baby? Babe? Why are your eyes all red and puffy? No, no! They don’t look bad- you’re just as gorgeous as ever. It’s just…you’re upset, right?

Why didn’t you tell me you were hurting? Y’know, I’m like a miracle cure, right?! Okay, okay, sorry- no jokes. I’ve got my serious hat on.

I mean it, though. I will always try and cheer you up, no matter what. I know I can’t make this situation go away, but I can hold your hand and walk through it with you. You’re never alone, because you got the number one, most handsome, amazi- Okay! I really will cut out the jokes now! Can you blame a guy for trying, though? I just wanna see that smile of yours- and there it is…”

Aaron Z;

“Princess/Prince, please…don’t shut me out. You don’t have to fight this alone.

I know you’re capable of it, but I’m here and I just can’t stand by and watch you fall apart. I won’t. I might not always understand how you feel, but I want to try.

I’d move the sun, moon, and all the stars if it’d make you smile, you know that, right? Nothing is more important to me. I can take you out, do some chores around the house, or just continue to hold you like I am now. Anything that will help you worries melt away.

Just remember, nothing can hurt you when I’m here. I promise.”

Tae Young;

“Dove, I’ve been looking everywhere for you! Why are you curled up like a burrito? It’s cute, but you only ever do this when you’re unhappy…

Oh, love, come here. No, no! I insist. Let me cuddle your worries away. Unless you want some space? Or candy? Your favourite movie? No? Okay, scooch close.

Promise me that next time something happens and you feel alone, you’ll call me? Right? I hate seeing you upset, it breaks my heart. Because you don’t deserve to feel like this. Ever. You’re the light of my life, and I only hope I’m a ray of sun in yours.”

Do y’all want some bullet-pointed, descriptive hcs of how the boys comfort you?? 🧡

---Musing Meaninglessly Masterlist

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Radio NET Bulgaria (November 18, 2022)

23:58 BOBBY LYLE - Tommy's Song 23:54 PIECES OF A DREAM - Smoothing Out 23:48 YOLANDA RABUN - Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas 23:44 DEAN JAMES - GroovySax 23:40 LIN ROUNTREE - FuSion 23:37 BENNETT B - Groove Time 23:33 TOM BRAXTON - Hope For Tomorrow (feat. Bob James) 23:28 MEKIEL REUBEN - When I Get There 23:24 AARON BING - Silver Bells 23:20 CAROL ALBERT - Mas Que Nada 23:16 DARRYL WILLIAMS - Turn Up (feat. Scott Wilkie) 23:12 NORTH 2UNES WOODALL - I Want Her 23:06 EUGE GROOVE - Too Cool 23:00 PETER WHITE - Caravan Of Dreams 22:56 PELARI, COLLIN WEX, DOMINIQUE FRICOT - Oasis (CollinWex Chill Mix) 22:52 ALEXANDER POPOV - The Last He Said (Original Mix) 22:46 JULIAN VINCENT, CATHY BURTON - Certainty (Andy Prinz Chillout Mix) 22:43 JOSH GABRIEL, WINTER KILLS - Forward Facing (Zetandel Chill Out Mix) 22:40 MASHTI, JEAN VON BADEN - Waiting 22:36 DAN BALAN - Chica Bomb (DJ Dan Karim Chill Mix) 22:31 ANN GRACE - Moon In Love 22:27 ERNESTO - Reelin' 22:22 JAN VAYNE - Fruits & Passion (Armin van Buuren's Downtempo Mix) 22:17 LUIGI LUSINI - I'll Be Home (Original Mix) 22:12 JEROME ISMA-AE - Underwater Love 22:05 THE RHYTHM DIVINE - Moments In Love 22:01 ABOVE & BEYOND - No One On Earth 21:57 LUSTRAL - I Wonder Where You Are (Original Mix) 21:54 MISS B.T. - Right Now (Sweet Lovin' Edit) 21:51 MOONY - Dove (I'll Be Loving You) (Sisco Lounge Mix) 21:46 351 LAKE SHORE DRIVE - Rising Stars 21:43 JAY SEAN - Maybe (The Xtreme Chillout Remix) 21:36 MOUSSA CLARKE, TERRAFUNKA - She Wants Him (Dynamic Illusion Chill Mix) 21:31 DAVID GUETTA - The World Is Mine (Paul Mira Chillout Remix) 21:27 THOMAS ANDERS - You're My Heart, You're My Soul (Acoustic Version) 21:19 DAVE ROSS - Break the silence (original mix) 21:13 LAID BACK - People (Banzai Republic vs. Trentemoeller Mix) 21:09 KRAAK & SMAAK - Stumble (feat. Parcels) 21:06 LOWLAND - Seven Cities 21:02 KYLIE MINOGUE - Wonderful Life (Acoustic Version) 20:58 ANURAG NANDVANSHI - Soul of India (Chill Out) 20:55 NASH & PEPPER, ROGUE RAVEN - Am I Wrong (Acoustic Mix) 20:50 ORJAN NILSEN - Drink To Forget (Original Chill Out Mix) 20:46 JEAN HONEYMOON - Bang Bang (Lazy Hammock Chillout Remix) 20:42 KRONO, VANJESS - Redlight (Original Mix) 20:38 LEONA LEWIS - Dip Down (ReUnited Chill Out Mix) 20:32 GUENTER HAAS - Alone but Never Lonely 20:28 SUPER8 & TAB, JAN BURTON - Free Love 20:23 MEDINA - You & I (DJ Petroff Remix) 20:17 ANTURAGE - Sometimes Love Just Ain't Enough (Original Mix) 20:13 MOORYC - Communication Breakdown 20:09 THE UNDERGROUND PROJECT - Summer Jam (Ivan Tretyakov ReChill) 20:05 DEEP DIVE CORP., RICOLOOP - Enjoy The Silence 20:01 NUERA - Breathing (Chillout Mix) 19:56 NADIA ALI - Fantasy (Original Mix) 19:50 TIESTO - I Will Be Here (Syntheticsax Ft. LiTa & R.I.J. Project Remix) 19:46 FILIPE NARCISO - Forbidden Love (Original Mix) 19:43 MOKITA - Monopoly (Acoustic Version) 19:40 JAVAH, STACEY MCCLEAN - You And Me (Damien Chillout) 19:34 AQUASCAPE - Sunrise 19:31 TYDI, TANIA ZYGAR - The Moment It Breaks (Original Mix) 19:27 THE UNDERDOG PROJECT - Summer Jam (Unplugged) 19:23 ARTENOVUM - When You Fall Asleep (Slow Coach Mix) 19:19 YURI KANE - Right Back (Chillout Mix) 19:15 WILDBOYZ, AMEERAH - The Sound Of Missing You (Tj's Candlelight Mix) 19:11 LIVING ROOM - Teneriffe 07 19:07 BLUE STAHLI - Corner (Ad Astra Remix) 19:03 INERTIA - Get Higher (Antares Chill Mix) 19:00 INGO HERRMANN - Cumulus 18:52 LAB OF MUSIC - Angel Vibes (Original Mix) 18:48 LIZ KAY - Castles In The Sky (Kenny Hayes Nitelite Mix) 18:42 YANNI - One Man's Dream (Hi-Res Audio, 4K-Ultra-HD) Ledovskiy Valeriy Remix 18:37 MRDISCLAIMER, MILA ZHAVROVA - Evening Sun 18:32 MY 7SKY - Time Moment Has Stopped (Original Mix) 18:27 SHIBUMI - Gemini Love (Kinobe Remix) 18:21 VECHIGEN - No Fear (Summer Vibes Chill Mix) 18:12 EUPHONIC TRAVELLER - Crescent Bay (Original Mix) 18:09 SIRENS OF LESBOS - I Got New Feelings (Pablo Nouvelle Remix) 18:06 MAXIGROOVE - Alone (Wellski) 18:00 LOUNGAHOLIC - Careless Whisper 17:54 CIARA, JUSTIN TIMBERLAKE - Love Sex Magic (Chillout Mix) 17:49 JOHN O'CALLAGHAN, LO-FI SUGAR - Never Fade Away 17:45 DANITY KANE - Stay With Me (Van Immortal Remix) 17:40 JAMES BRIGHT, HELEN WALFORD - Time 17:36 SAJE - Lost Tonight 17:33 KOSMOPOLITANS, ATHENA ROUTSI - I Belong To You 17:29 BOB SINCLAR - World Hold On (Acoustic Version) 17:26 MARIO BASANOV VIDIS, JAZZU - Give It A Try 17:23 BON JOVI - It's My Life (Piano Version) 17:19 TINA COUSINS - Wonderful Life (Ballad Version) 17:15 SUSANA, DARK MATTERS - Sleepless Ocean (Extended Mix) 17:11 MARKUS GARDEWEG, MICHAEL FEINER - Fairplay (Let There Be Love) (Ambient Mix) 17:08 STONEBRIDGE - Don't Matter (Album Mix) 17:03 MARC PUIG, MARIA COLLADO - To Forget Me 17:00 NURKO, AUTREY - So Far Gone 16:56 2UNES - Sweet Baby 16:52 JOHN NOVELLO - Give You My World 16:47 SHAKATAK - Merry Christmas In Summer 16:43 RON OTIS - Miles Like 16:39 JAZZ IN PINK - Steppin' To The Keys 16:35 FUNKTASTIC PLAYERS - Mj's Groove 16:31 RICK HABANA - Cheers 16:27 LOWELL HOPPER - Ever Lasting 16:22 GERALD ALBRIGHT - Hark The Herald Angels Sing 16:18 JOHN E. LAWRENCE - Wake up the Groove 16:14 KEITH SLATTERY - Love Is All You Need 16:10 VINCENT IOIA - Linda's Sunset 16:05 EDGARDO CINTRON - No Scrubs 16:00 CHUCK LOEB - Affinity 15:59 DANIEL CHIA - Just Because (feat. Darren Rahn) 15:56 WILL DONATO - Espana 15:50 DREAMING IN COLOUR - Twilight Drive 15:47 DAMIEN ESCOBAR - The Christmas Song 15:43 DARRIUS JAMAR - My Everything 15:39 LES SABLER - Where Has She Gone 15:35 PETER WHITE - Song For Robin 15:30 SAM BASSMAN JENKINS - Among Friends 15:26 SEAN U - Magic Hour (feat. Blake Aaron) 15:22 BRIAN CULBERTSON - Rudolph The Red 15:18 U - NAM 15:13 EUGE GROOVE - The Last Song 15:09 BIRDS OF A FEATHER - Hopscotch 15:05 ADAM HAWLEY - Can You Feel It (Feat. Marcus Anderson) 15:00 DERRICK HARVIN - Gone 14:59 BOBBY WELLS - End of Summer 14:55 DANNY LERMAN - No Ordinary Love 14:51 ANDRE DELANO - Face Off 14:46 BRIAN LENAIR - My Favorite Things 14:42 ERIC MARIENTHAL - I Believe In You 14:38 JEREMY HECTOR - African Lady 14:34 BEN TANKARD - Last Minute Changes 14:30 FREDDIE FOX - Just 4 U 14:26 DEMETRIUS NABORS - Sugar Love 14:22 THE JT PROJECT - This Christmas 14:18 GABRIEL MARK HASSELBACH - Chill@Will 14:13 NATE WHITE - Long Way Home 14:08 CHRIS GODBER - Sax Therapy 14:04 RONALD BOO HINKSON - That's What He Said 14:00 BONEY JAMES - Solid 13:59 STEVE RAYBINE - Maui Blue 13:53 UNDER THE LAKE - George is His Name 13:49 NELSON GARCIA - Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas 13:45 CHRIS 'BIG DOG' DAVIS - Whatcha Gonna Do For Me 13:41 PHILLIP DOC MARTIN - Groove Step 13:37 KIRK WHALUM - Big Ol' Shoes 13:33 ROCCO VENTRELLA - Precious of Life 13:28 PETER WHITE - The Storm 13:23 TONY LINDSAY - Merry Christmas 13:18 DAVID PETROSYAN - This Is My Way 13:14 LOUIE FITZGERALD - My Heart Beats for You 13:10 EUGE GROOVE - To The Nines 13:04 GERRY SMOOTH - Attitude Adjustment (feat. Judah Sealy) 13:00 MARQUEAL JORDAN - Sistas (feat. Brian Culbertson) 12:57 MARC ANTOINE - Cancun Blue 12:53 GINO ROSARIA - Island Life 12:48 DOUG JONES - Feliz Navidad 12:44 GARY MEEK - Monterey Groove 12:40 JAREZ - All Of Me 12:34 JEFFERY SMITH - Shake It Up 12:30 DONALD HAYES - Riverside Drive 12:26 DWIGHT SIRLS - Dimensions 12:21 HANK BILAL - O Christmas Tree 12:17 JULIAN VAUGHN - Always in My Heart 12:13 MICHAEL ROSS - Hot in Brazil 12:09 SKINNY HIGHTOWER - Blue Moon 12:04 TIM BOWMAN - Candy's Groove 12:00 SHAWN RAIFORD - I Like It 11:59 SPECIAL EFX - Night Shift 11:55 A & MARK R. HARRIS - Heartfelt Prayer (feat. Ignacio Nunez & Dean Rickard) 11:51 DARREN RAHN - Tale Of Two Cities 11:44 JON GIBSON - Everybody Sing A Christmas Song 11:41 SPONTANEOUS GROOVIN' COMBUSTION - The Wind Whispers 11:36 AVENUE BLUE - The Conversation 11:32 PEET PROJECT - I Don't Mind 11:28 ACOUSTIC ALCHEMY - Same Road, Same Reason 11:25 PETER WHITE - My Girl Madge 11:20 BROOKE ALFORD, DAN BARASZU - Christmas Time Is Here (With Love and Strings) 11:16 CHAZZY GREEN - Let's Go Home 11:13 GARY PALMER - Windsurfer 11:07 EUGE GROOVE - Homie Grown 11:03 JEFF LORBER FUSION - Curiosity 11:00 J. WHITE - Juicy 10:58 PAUL TAYLOR - Find a Way 10:54 MARION MEADOWS - Blue Cactus 10:50 LISA ADDEO - Listen To This 10:46 CASTELLA - Sleigh Ride 10:41 JOE MCBRIDE, THE TEXAS RHYTHM CLUB - Lakewood 10:37 ERIC DARIUS - All Around The World 10:33 PAUL TUVMAN - And I Love Her 10:29 JEANETTE HARRIS - Just Keep Holding On 10:24 MARCIN NOWAKOWSKI - Huggy Bear 10:22 HERB ALPERT - Silent Night 10:17 DAVE KOZ - A View From Above (feat. Marc Antoine) 10:13 JODY MAYFIELD - Epiphany 10:09 AL DEGREGORIS - East 86th 10:04 ROB TARDIK - Bounce 10:00 QUINTIN GERARD W. - Times Like These 09:59 JOY RIDE - Swingset 09:55 VANN BURCHFIELD - That's the Way Love Goes 09:52 WALTER BEASLEY - Be Thankful 09:48 SLIM MAN - Jingle Bells 09:44 DAVID BENOIT - The Bones 09:39 WARREN HILL - Under the Covers 09:33 JOYCE COOLING - East Side 09:30 WILL SUMNER - Where We Go 09:26 DIRK K - Change Is Gonna Come 09:21 DAVID GARFIELD - The Christmas Song 09:16 BRAD ALEXANDER - Lovely Day 09:12 KIM WATERS - Possession 09:09 PETER WHITE - By Candlelight 09:04 EUGE GROOVE - Welcome To The Journey 09:00 BRIAN SIMPSON - What I'm Waiting For 08:59 PAOLO RUSTICHELLI - Superpassion 08:55 PATRICK YANDALL - Just Pray 08:51 THREESTYLE - Come 2 Me (feat. Magdalena Chovancova, Robert Fertl & Tim Owens) 08:46 MICHAEL BROENING - Hot Chocolate 08:42 KIM SCOTT - Best Part 08:38 JEFF KASHIWA - Voices 08:33 ANDRE CAVOR - Say Somethin' 08:29 ZOLBERT - Ocean Breeze 08:25 TONY SAUNDERS - And the Beat Goes On 08:21 APPLETON - Christmas Song 08:17 R.L. WALKER - Memories Kept 08:13 RAGAN WHITESIDE - So Glad 08:09 WAYMAN TISDALE - I'll Do the Driving (feat. Brian Simpson) 08:04 ANDY SNITZER - A Few Wild Nights 08:00 ROBERTO RESTUCCIA - Liquorice Pizza 07:57 PHIL DENNY - Black Brim 07:53 TERENCE YOUNG - Make Me Say It Again 07:49 JACKIEM JOYNER - Where's The Love Gone 07:45 MIKE MACARTHUR - This Christmas 07:41 RICK BRAUN - Me And You 07:37 ROBERT CHRISTA - Mother Earth 07:33 MARCUS ANDERSON - He Lives 07:29 PATRICK BRADLEY - Lighthouse (feat. Allen Hinds) 07:25 DREW DAVIDSEN - I'm Into You (feat. Ron Tyson) 07:21 LEE RITENOUR - Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas 07:17 JACOB WEBB - Brazilian Moments 07:13 JOEL THIBAULT - Miss Foly 07:09 PETER WHITE - The Look Of Love 07:04 EUGE GROOVE - Forever And A Day 07:00 CHRISTOPHE GOZE - Lazy Sunday 06:58 THE SMOOTH JAZZ ALLEY - Bay Breeze 06:53 BLAKE AARON - Bumpin' on the Wes Side 06:48 MARCUS ADAMS - Alone for Christmas 06:44 DARRON COOKIE - Another Day at Work 06:39 JEFF RYAN - Edge of Tomorrow 06:35 RONNY SMITH - Groove 106 06:30 JAZZ FUNK SOUL - Fish Grease 06:27 MARIEA ANTOINETTE - So Amazing 06:23 LYNNE FIDDMONT - Spirit of Christmas 06:18 MEZZOFORTE - Quarter Latin 06:13 CINDY BRADLEY - I'm All Ears 06:09 NELSON RANGELL - The Gathering 06:04 GREGG KARUKAS - You'll Know it's Me 06:00 MARK JAIMES - Miel's Song 05:57 CHRIS STANDRING - All In Good Time 05:54 JIM ADKINS - Wind Dancing 05:49 GREG MANNING - Cruising' down the Road 05:46 PAUL EERHART - Making Room 05:41 DANIEL DOMENGE - Cool 05:37 BRIAN BROMBERG - Lazy Afternoon 05:33 NAJEE - Happiness (A Felicidade) 05:29 ALEXANDER ZONJIC - Living in the Past 05:25 DEE BROWN - I Will 05:22 ROBERTO TOLA - A Christmas Ago 05:18 RICHARD ELLIOT - Sticky Wicked 05:13 REZA KHAN - The Way 05:09 PETER WHITE - Bright 05:03 EUGE GROOVE - Fellowship Hall 05:00 DEON YATES - Step By Step 04:57 RHYTHM LOGIC - Logically Speaking 04:53 BLAIR BRYANT - Relentless 04:49 JONATHAN FRITZEN - A Funky Night 04:45 JAMES 'PJ' SPRAGGINS - Hark the Herald Angels Sing 04:42 496 WEST - Cflat 04:39 LEO P. - Timeless Love 04:34 RYAN LA VALETTE - Room For 2 04:29 THE SAX PACK - All At Once 04:25 KAYLA WATERS - Sunkissed 04:22 MARIEA ANTOINETTE - My Favorite Things 04:18 JOEL DEL ROSARIO - Delicious Vinyl 04:13 DEE LUCAS - Take The L 04:09 KEN NAVARRO - Out Of The Blue 04:04 RAINFOREST BAND - Annisa 04:00 STEVE OLIVER - She's Got The Way 03:58 NILS - Finally Here 03:55 STEPHEN ROTHHAAR - God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen 03:51 NORMAN BROWN - Amen 03:47 ART RUPRECHT - City on a Hill 03:44 DOUG CAMERON - Feliz Navidad 03:39 3RD FORCE - Out Of The Storm 03:35 AL GOMEZ - Groovesville 03:31 ROD TATE - Dinner and a Movie 03:26 NICHOLAS COLE - Feelings 03:22 KOOL&KLEAN - Feel Again 03:19 SHELEA - Don't Wanna Wait 'til Christmas 03:14 JAY KING - Soulful Bossa Nova 03:10 BE'NE MUSIC - Journey 03:08 PETER WHITE - My Cherie Amour 03:03 EUGE GROOVE - Cafe Del Soul 03:00 AMANDUS - Sing a Song 02:55 ROBERT HARRIS - Keys to My Heart 02:52 ADRIAN CRUTCHFIELD - Mr. Right 02:47 LISA MCCLOWRY - Brand New Hallelujah 02:41 DARREN MOTAMEDY - Love You Just so Much 02:37 BRANDON WILLIS - Melrose St 02:33 LARRY CARLTON, PAUL BROWN - Soul Searchin' 02:28 CHIELI MINUCCI - Anything and Everything 02:24 GEORGE JINDA - Lavish 02:21 FRANCESCO DIGILIO - O Little Town of Bethlehem 02:15 KEITH MASON - Arisen 02:11 NICK COLIONNE - Spend the Night (extended vocals) 02:08 PAUL HARDCASTLE - Rythmn Of Life 02:04 KENNY PORE - The Road Chosen 02:00 VINCENT INGALA - Dream Girl 01:58 WAKANA - Saxcess Story (feat. Greg Manning) 01:53 RANDY SCOTT - Intimacy 01:48 SERGIO SALVATORE - (There's No Place Like) Home For The Holidays 01:42 OLI SILK - Steppin' Out 01:38 KENNY NIGHTINGALE - Coltrane to Montgomery 01:33 SHAUN LABELLE - Indio Sunrise 01:29 ALTHEA RENE - Blue Room 01:25 EVERETTE HARP - Old School 01:21 XAVIER GORDON - Christmas Without You 01:16 BOBBY LYLE - Nujazzy (feat. Nathan East) 01:12 PIECES OF A DREAM - Going Home 01:07 PETER WHITE - Who's That Lady 01:03 EUGE GROOVE - All For You 01:00 DEAN JAMES - To Hold You Again 00:58 LIN ROUNTREE - Fluid 00:54 BENNETT B - In My Mind 00:51 FANTASIA - This Christmas 00:47 ROB SABADO - Let It Ride 00:42 TOM BRAXTON - As Long As I'm With You 00:37 MEKIEL REUBEN - It's 420 Time 00:32 CAROL ALBERT - Winter Rain 00:27 DARRYL WILLIAMS - My Story (feat. Jeff Lorber) 00:22 THE TIMELESS QUINTET - Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas 00:18 NORTH 2UNES WOODALL - Susie Mae 00:13 2UNES - Find Your Way 00:07 JOHN NOVELLO - Ivory Soul 00:04 RON OTIS - Stay in Your Lane 00:00 JAZZ IN PINK - Joy Joy!

#Radio NET Bulgaria #Smooth Jazz #Chillout #Lounge #Downtempo #Ambient #Trance #2022 #November 2022

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