#Confident Supportive Emily is STRONG in this one

[luveline]

𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 | 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐝

Spencer calls you drunk and in need of rescue. You confess a few secrets to him while he won’t remember them (or so you think). 3k, fem

cw drunk!spencer, mentioned past drug use, confident/bombshell!reader, flirting, spencer getting some well deserved comfort, a handful of his drunken compliments, insecurity, intense mutual pining

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You’re blissfully sleeping in the arms of a REM cycle when your phone rings. It pulls you by the chest, a punch of shock and expectancy at once. It’ll be someone calling you into work, Hotch himself if you’re lucky. 

You search blindly for your phone. If you’re even luckier, it’ll be a wrong number. Your fingers curl around the little body of your phone and you bring it to your ear without checking the number, frazzled. “Hello?” you ask hoarsely. 

Total quiet. 

“Hello?” You pull the screen away. The caller reads: SPENCER. You pull it back rather than hang up. “Hey, Spencer. Are you there?” 

“Hello.” He laughs. “Hello, are you there?” 

“I’m here, Spencer, where are you?” 

“That’s an interesting question, actually, and I’m sure there’s a great answer, but…” 

“But what?” You sit up quickly, your throat aching with sleep. Your room is black as coal pitch. “Spencer, what time is it, my love?” 

“You shouldn’t call me stuff like that.” 

“Stop being weird and tell me where you are.” 

He laughs like a hyena. You can see it in your mind, his smile and all his pearly perfect teeth. You love it when he smiles like that and he rarely ever does. “I’m somewhere and I need your help getting home!” he says with another funny laugh. 

“Are you alright? You sound…” He sounds inebriated. 

Spencer struggled with his drug problem for so long before you found out. You just hadn’t been around enough, and when you were he’d gotten good at hiding it. You can still remember how furious you’d been with everyone, including him, because you could’ve helped, would’ve done anything to support him through it. If he’s hurting now and hasn’t told you, you love him, but you’ll be insanely angry. 

“Spencer?” you ask quietly. 

“I went for drinks with a girl but she didn’t like me and I may have drowned my sorrows too much,” he admits. “Um. Did you know gin is very strong?” 

“Aw, baby. You’re cheating on me?” 

“I’m afraid so,” he says, and hiccups. 

“Where are you?” 

After some hassle wherein you persuade Spencer to give the phone to someone else in the bar for a slightly less drunk interrogation, you dress and gather your bearings for the drive. You zip a hoodie up over your pyjamas, stuff your feet into some old converse, and set out into the dark to find him. 

He calls you again as you’re parking. “Hello,” he says as soon as you answered. “I need you to come and get me.” 

Spencer called you twice to save him. Even if he doesn’t remember, he’s called you to come and get him when he knows he needs help, and that realisation is hard to ignore. “Spencer, I’m two minutes away, I’m parking. You’re still where you were?” 

“Where was I?” 

“At the bar, sweetheart. Are you still there?” It’s scarily dark out and you didn’t grab any sort of defensive measure before you came, which you regret now, climbing out of your car to walk the dimly lit road. The bar glows like a beacon to be followed. 

“Still where?” 

“Did you hit your head?” 

“Not to my knowledge. Though I’m not sure I have much right now. I feel like I’m forgetting everything I’ve ever read, and I’ve read a lot. You know I can read about eighty average length novels in one hour on an e-reader? The buttons make it faster.” 

“You haven’t told me that before.” You shiver against the nighttime winds, footsteps heavy on the grey sidewalk. 

“I’m trying to be more conversational. Emily says it’s not working.” 

“You’re conversational. Isn’t the only condition of being conversational to prompt a conversation? We’re always talking.” 

“…What?” 

You laugh like crazy. “Spencer, you don’t need to change the way you talk.” 

“I annoy people.” 

“You don’t annoy me.” 

You approach the door of the bar, a ramshackle sheet of plywood over what looks to be a glass door. The bar building seems in similar dessaray, with modern features wrecked by scratches and smashed panes. It’s a real dive. Spencer couldn’t have meant to come here. 

You war with both hands to open the door and find yourself faced with a long and empty corridor leading to another door. Worried you’re going to get kidnapped, you bring the phone back to your ear, Spencer’s chatting an immediate greeting. “…telling me I’m doing something wrong without telling me what it is, it’s impossible.”

“I’m sorry, sweetheart, can you come to the door?” 

“I don’t think I have control of my legs,” he says without inflection. 

“It’s definitely the building with the smashed door?” 

“Yesssss. Are you here?” he asks excitedly. 

“I better not get murdered, Spencer Reid.” 

“Am I in trouble?” 

“How are you even keeping the phone to your ear right now?” 

“I’m on speaker phone. Milly showed me how to do it. Say hi, Milly.” 

“Hi Milly,” a new voice says. 

You rub your eyes with one hand and square your shoulders, prepared to defend yourself if the creepy door leads to a creepier room. 

Spencer is immediately visible from the get go. You open the door on to a rather cosy looking bar, which you’re thinking might be the whole point; wretched exterior, secret attraction. Warm orange light ebbs into the space from sconces and a faux fireplace, while a wrestling match playing from the small TV behind the bar casts brighter light down onto Spencer’s shoulders. He looks out of place, dressed in a white oxford shirt and a suit jacket, his tie loosened and hanging from either side of his neck, compared to the lingering patrons who sit dotted around the room in booths and on barstools. One such patron sits in a plaid shirt and a trucker hat, her hair to her back, thick and dark. 

You hang up the call and put your phone in your pocket. Spencer gasps like he’s been smacked and picks his own phone up from the bar, clicking at buttons with clumsy fingers. “No,” he hums sadly. 

“Spencer,” you say, not wanting to disturb the people spending their sorry-looking night here. “Spencer. Hey, Spence!” 

His phone tips between his fingers. The woman you assume to be Milly catches it and offers it back without looking too far from her beer. 

“Hey,” you say gently, crossing a wide empty space to meet him. The room itself is shaped like a horseshoe, the bar taking up a surprising amount in the centre, and booths and tables placed around it. Spencer’s off of his barstool as you approach, eyes like puppy dog’s, arms extended. “You okay?” you ask. 

You can feel eyes on you both from every angle, but it doesn’t matter, not when Spencer’s falling into your arms (or on to them —he’s surprisingly tall when you aren’t wearing heels). “You alright?” you ask again. 

“You don’t have to be worried, I’m fine.” 

He’s less coordinated in real life than he’d sounded over the phone, his slurring unmissable, his hands like jumping fish as he tries to hug you. It’s weird and straining to take his weight but you do it without complaint. He smells the same, at least, only his cedary cologne is sharpened by the tang of gin on his breath. 

“Thank god you’re here,” he whispers. 

“Why?” you ask, pulling away to check for danger. 

“I missed you.” 

“I missed you too, handsome,” you say, genuine but laying it on thick simultaneously as you ease his head back to cup his cheek. You can’t help yourself. He’s the prettiest man you’ve ever met, and it gets worse every year. 

He frowns at you deeply. “I don’t like first dates.” 

“Then don’t go on them,” you suggest, “you don’t need to until you’re ready.” 

“I’m ready for love,” he says. You pull your lips into a flattened line, unsure of what to say, how to explain that it’s waiting for him, but his chin dips towards his neck and his eyes lock onto your face. “You’re not wearing makeup. God, you’re so pretty.” 

You flinch away from him. “Fuck, Spencer.”

“I’m sorry! It’s not that you don’t look pretty with makeup, but I never see you without it!” 

You’d forgotten you weren’t wearing any. Makeup isn’t a shield, exactly, but you like putting your best foot forward, so to speak. You’ve no clue what you look like tonight, hadn’t managed to look in the mirror, you’d been focused on getting to Spencer before he got lost. You can imagine the puffiness.

Spencer touches your cheek. You let him turn you mostly because he’s surprised you, his eyes roving up and down your face with a fawning curiosity. 

“You’re beautiful. You know that already, but people don’t tell you enough,” he says, his hand falling from your cheek. 

“Spencer,” you say softly, “let’s get you home.” 

You thank Milly for her help and grab Spencer’s bag from the floor to hang on your shoulder. You’d make a joke about how heavy it was if you didn’t think he’d take it from you, and, considering how drunk he is, topple over from the imbalance it provides. His shirt is clammy where you push your hand through his arm to link them, his footsteps wobbly. 

“I didn’t want to go on a date,” he says. 

“Then why did you go?” you ask, helping him over the door jam into the long hallway. 

“I don’t want to be alone forever.” 

“Spencer, you won’t be.” It doesn’t feel like the best time to bring up how much you like him. You’re sure he thinks you’re kidding, doesn’t everybody? Don’t torture him, they say. Don’t toy with him. Every time you flirt with him the team acts like you can’t mean it, and for a while it worked for you; you weren’t in love with Spencer. You weren’t playing with his feelings, but you didn’t love him, and then you joined the team and got to know him, watched him fluster at every comment you made or under any soft looking and realised you could love him. It was easy to fall for him. You liked doing it. But now he’s determined to write your affection off as a joke and going on dates? 

In the morning, when he’s sober, you’ll have to tell him how you feel. Or you could let him find someone more like him… ugh. It’s such a mess. 

You grapple with the size of your feelings for him as he hums and laughs his way down the hall to the glass door. On the street, he squints and straightens his back, fighting to regain his arm from your hold to cover your shoulder instead. “It’s cold,” he says in surprise. “You okay?” 

“I’m fine, I got my jacket. It’s a short walk, come on.”

His arm stops acting as protection and starts to use you for support. “I didn’t mean to drink so much.” 

“Drowning your sorrows is always a terrible idea because it tends to work,” you lament, less scared of the dark with him at your hip, though what protection he might offer is negated by the alcohol. 

“She kind of looked like you.” 

You squeeze your eyes together quickly. “Oh.” 

“I didn’t know she was going to. But she didn’t– she didn’t– it’s hard to talk. She didn’t listen like you do,” he says, lightly slurring, “she just stared at me like everyone used to in high school. Like she could tell there’s something wrong with me.” 

“Spencer, there’s nothing wrong with you.”

“I know,” he says. 

“Do you?” 

“Yes.” He frowns. “No, I don’t know. I don’t feel like there’s something wrong with me,” —his voice turns to a nearly indistinguishable mumble— “but everyone else always does.” 

“I don’t think there’s anything wrong with you.” 

“Is that why you make all your jokes?” 

“What jokes, babe?” 

“Like that! Like babe. It’s funny ‘cos you’d never date me.” 

You’d slow if he weren’t already walking at a snail's pace. “That’s not true. Let’s talk about it in the morning, okay?” 

“I won’t remember to ask you in the morning.” 

“Spencer, you remember everything.” 

He drags his feet. “I wish I wasn’t so weird,” he whines. It’s playful at the forefront but desperate otherwise, and it gives you pause. “I wish I was normal, and you could like me normal.” 

You look down at your hands, panicking, a flash of Is this a good idea? like an alarm in your head as you turn on the sidewalk to face him. He’s looking at you like he’s begging you to disagree with him. 

You’re happy to. 

“Spencer, I like you like this,” you insist loudly. His eyes and all his sweet lashes track the movement of your hand as you touch your chest, and your neck. “You’re not normal, I’m not normal. Do you know how many times I’ve been rejected? Just for being me? I’m too bossy, too outspoken, too– too high maintenance. I've had friends with good intentions tell me I need to lower my standards, need to relax, because otherwise I’m going to end up alone for the rest of my life. I feel alone all the time.”

“But you’re perfect,” he says, puzzled. 

“To you. And you’re perfect to me.” Your hand crawls to the base of your throat. “So don’t say you’re weird like it’s ugly, honey. And don’t think I don’t like you, ‘cos I do. You think I’d come and get anybody else in the middle of the night dressed like this?” you ask him, gesturing to your ratty pyjamas and your dingy converse. 

“You look so cute,” he says mournfully. 

You roll your eyes. He’s too wasted for this conversation. “Come on, sweetheart. You can think about this too much in the morning. Let’s just get home in one piece.” Physically and emotionally. 

“Can I come home with you?” he asks. 

That had always been the plan. “Ask me nicely and I’ll consider it on the way.” 

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Spencer shuts his eyes, hands itching to clap over his ears as you scratch the head of a spatula across your frying pan. “Is three eggs too many? People usually have two but that’s never enough for me.” 

“I think…” Oh my god the metal screeching is so loud. “You should have as many as you want. You know your body. There’s this study on intuitive eating…” I'm too hungover for this. “Three eggs is better than two.” 

“So you want three?” 

He cannot eat right now. “Yes. Please.” 

Spencer’s half sick with dehydration and half grief. He stayed at your house last night and he was too drunk to be nosy. He slept in your bed. He slept in your bed. He woke up to you at your vanity doing your hair, the nutty smell of hair oil mixed with the heat of the hair tool on high and realised with a start that he’d missed something he thought about all the time. 

You’d tipped your head back to smile at him. “There’s my boy. Sweet dreams?” 

He didn’t dream, but if he had, it would’ve been another agonising wish where you were his girlfriend, or his wife, or just there looking at him with love. He wakes up feeling sick because it isn’t true. And now you’re making him breakfast, humming a tune under your breath, sourdough sizzling under the grill and a shoddily blended avocado sitting in the bowl in front of him. 

You asked him for one thing. He picks up the fork and starts to mash the avocado again. He can’t fight the foreignness of sitting in your kitchen, a gap in his memory. 

He knows he told you about his date, how she looked like you, how she didn’t seem to like him much, but he’s struggling to collect the finer details. Why had you picked him up? He must’ve called you, but you could’ve said no. He remembers thinking you looked beautiful, but he always thinks that. 

The avocado is making him feel sick. 

“Here,” you say, sliding a plate of toast in front of him. “Do you want butter?” 

“I think I'm gonna throw up.” 

“You’re okay.”

“I can’t believe how I acted,” he says, pressing his palms to the hollows of his eyes. 

You turn off the hob. Fat bubbles and pops until it’s cooled. The clock on the wall by the refrigerator ticks incessantly. His slept-in shirt feels too tight despite the undone button. 

“Hey…” You round the island but don’t touch him, your voice gentle. “You didn’t do anything wrong.” 

He drags his hands down his face. “I can barely remember what I said.” 

“You were really nice to me… told me I looked pretty without my makeup, n’ that I was perfect. You were really nice.” 

Your tone is off. No flirtatiousness, no endless confidence, you sound wistful, like you’re glad he said it. You take the bowl of avocado he’s made a mess with and put it aside with the toast, resting your arm on the counter, and leaning into his space. “Spencer, last night? You didn’t do anything to be embarrassed of. You were nice, and kind. You tried to open the car door for me and you almost lost your eye, but you were fine. You don’t have anything to be worried about, really.”

“But it’s you.” 

“Gonna touch your hair,” you say, giving him enough time to move away as you reach out and rake back his fringe. His heart leaps into his mouth. “You said something last night like that, you know? Do you remember that? You said if you were normal.” You grace the skin beside his eye with the tip of your thumb, your perfume floating his way as you move. “And I said–”

“I’m not normal,” he says, remembering now. 

You’re not normal, I’m not normal, you’d said.

But you’re perfect, he’d said. 

To you. And you’re perfect to me.

“Right. We’re not normal, Spencer Reid, so forget that girl. She didn’t deserve you anyways,” you say. 

You draw a short, silken line down his cheek with the side of your pinky. To be touched so lightly has his stomach in knots —he’s not shocked by the swiftness with which your affection can make a bad situation good again. 

You turn away. “Now we should eat before everything goes cold.” 

He watches your shoulders move, and he remembers one last detail. So don’t say you’re weird like it’s ugly, honey. And don’t think I don’t like you, ‘cos I do. 

The way you’d said it… you couldn’t really mean…

“How’s your appetite? Still feeling sick?” you ask. 

Spencer smiles to himself, the ghost of your touch glowing warm on his cheek. “I’m feeling a lot better, actually.” 

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thank you for reading!!! please like/reblog or comment if you enjoyed, i appreciate anything and it always inspires me to write more<3!! my requests are pretty much always open for bombshell!reader (even though this one strays a bit from their usual story haha) so if you wanna see more let me know❤️

[aperrywilliams]

Douchebag Falls Short in This Case (Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader)

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Author Masterlist

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Part 1: If Anything I Find it Educative

Part 2: It Was Horrible Until It Wasn’t

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Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader.

Summary: Spencer and Reader can’t have their scheduled lunch, but they keep talking by phone and texts. After Spencer returns from a case, they can see each other again. If Spencer hadn’t been mesmerized with Reader, now he is, and maybe is more than that.

Word Count: 5.8k

Warnings: Some strong words. Description of Road Rage Disorder. Talking about bad experiences at high school (nothing explicit). Emily is the best older sister to Spencer.

A/N: The prospect of them having a date was too tempting not to do it. This one is part 3 of “If Anything I Find It Educative” (Part 2 of “It Was Horrible Until It Wasn’t”). Let me know your thoughts!!! I’m here to read you guys.

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Spencer's POV

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Me: Are you free on Saturday at midday? We could go to lunch. Let me know. Good night. S.R.

Heimlich Master: Yeah. Lunch sounds great. Let's talk about the details later. Good night :)

My face hurts from the big smile I sport right now. Smile that doesn't fade once I get to my apartment.

How did I manage to text her right away? I would never know, but I thank that moment of confidence.

Now I can't wait to see her again on Saturday.

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I should have known making plans wouldn't work for me. It's Friday afternoon, and I'm on the jet about to take off for a case in Los Angeles.

There goes my lunch with (Y/N).

I grab my phone to type a text to let her know.

Between last night and today, we have been texting back and forth about what time on Saturday works for us and whether I had a place in mind. I did, but I told her it was a surprise.

Now I must cancel, and I can't stress enough my disappointment.

Me: Hey. I'm so sorry, but I'm leaving for a case in L.A. Can we reschedule our lunch? Please don't hate me.

Heimlich Master: Oh, it's okay. Don't worry; of course, we can reschedule.

Heimlich Master: Let me know when you come back. And don't be silly; I don't hate you.

Heimlich Master: Can I ask you for something, though?

Me: Sure. Anything.

Heimlich Master: Can you prevent Morgan from kick-down doors this time? The bureau budget would appreciate it.

I can't contain the snort that leaves my lips, gaining Emily's attention. Bad luck of mine; she is in a seat just in front of me.

Me: I'll do my best. Promise.

Heimlich Master: Thank you. Have a safe flight :)

Me: Thanks :)

Look at me! Even using emojis.

Penelope would be proud of me.

I set my phone on the table to exchange it for the book I chose for this flight. Emily's voice stops me before I can do that.

"So, are you going to tell me why you are so smiling?"

And here we go.

"Me?" I lift my eyes to Emily, who has a smirk on her face. I hate that she already knows what's happening, not even knowing what's happening.

"Sure, genius. I don't see anyone else here so amused and focused on his texts. Not to mention the grin that could illuminate the whole D.C."

"No, I'm not!" I defend—a poor attempt to keep the transparency of my face at bay. Emily scoffs, and that's all it takes to know she doesn't believe me.

"I understand you don't like to talk about your personal life. I get it. And I won't bug you as Morgan would, yet knowing it is related to your love life. But don't try to fool me. It's insulting," she says, the last part faking hurt. That makes me chuckle.

"That being said, I just want you to know I'm here if you need to talk. It's not always good to keep things to yourself."

Not waiting for my response, she picks up the folder with the current case details to read.

I have known Emily for a few years now, and even if we didn't start on the right foot - entirely my fault - she's proven very supportive. Gosh, once she endured a whole beating from an unsub only to keep me safe.

Beyond that, she knows how to talk to me without treating me like a kid. Sometimes, I can't say the same about the rest. Of course, I don't blame them; they've always seen me as the team's baby, but I appreciate Emily doesn't.

"That's the thing. This," I point my gaze where my phone is. "I don't know what it is," I sigh. Emily's eyes are back to me. She sees how confused I am.

"What do you think it is then?"

I don't want to betray (Y/N) 's trust by spilling details about her life, so the specifics of our talks are out of the table.

"I can't deny there is a connection between us. We only met twice—both by chance. But they led us to talk for hours. And I ask myself, am I reading this wrong, and she only sees me like a, I don't know, potential friend?"

"Why would she? She told you she was only looking for a friend?" Emily asks, her hands resting lightly over the folder on her lap.

"No, she didn't. It's a deduction of mine, though. I mean, she recently ended a relationship —a very serious one."

Just remembering the reason that led to that breakup makes me sick.

"Okay. That could be a thing, but not necessarily. Maybe things ended precisely because she wanted something different. That's not bad," Emily hypothesizes. I shake my head.

"I'm not so sure. Let's say she wouldn't have ended the relationship until something big happened. Big enough for her to realize the guy was a total -"I trail off. What would be the right word?

"A douchebag?" Emily offers.

"I think douchebag falls short in this case," I point out. Emily's eyes widen.

"That bad, uh?" I nod.

"She is vulnerable right now, and I don't want to take advantage of that. But at the same time, I want a chance with her. Am I a bad person?"

"What? No! Spencer, don't say that," Emily rushes to stop my spiral. "Far from that. You are considerate enough to see she's in a complicated situation. Most of the men don't even care about that. Cut her some slack, though. She is a grown-up woman, and if she wants to get to know you, why not let her? If she hasn't already, I bet she will see the great man you are. And not only as a friend."

My eyebrows furrow.

"Do you think so?"

"Sure. And for how you describe her, I don't think she is the type to play with people's feelings. Although, I strongly recommend being honest with her. That will prevent false expectations."

I take in Emily's words, and they make perfect sense.

"Thank you, Emily. I didn't think about it like that," I

muse. "Can you do me a favor, though?"

She nods, anticipating what I'm going to say.

"I know. Not a word to anyone. Got it," Emily confirms with a reassuring smile.

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The heat in Los Angeles for the last three days has been overpowering. Just as catching this unsub has become extremely frustrating.

I'm in the meeting room they lent us to work in, reviewing the details of the case over and over again. The rest of the team is outside the precinct following our latest leads.

My head started to hurt, and I had to close my eyes for a moment.

As I focus on breathing, my phone pings. I open my eyes and see a text from (Y/N).

Heimlich Master: How are you? I read that L.A. has a heat wave; I hope it's not hitting you too hard.

I can't help the smile that pushes the corners of my lips upward.

Me: I'd like to say it's not affecting me, but I don't want to lie. I will survive, though. Please tell me how nice the weather is in D.C., and I'll aim to finish this case as soon as possible.

Heimlich Master: I thought our lunch was enough incentive for you to do that. Now I feel bad.

Oh, fuck. What did I do? Of course, it's an incentive for me. It is THE incentive, actually. I have been thinking about that since Friday when I came here. Now she's assuming I don't care.

How can you be such an idiot, Spencer?

I must fix this immediately, so I hit the call button—a confused (Y/N) answers on the other end.

"Spencer?"

"Hey. I - uh. I decided to call because I needed to explain myself. Please, don't feel bad. Of course, I want our lunch to happen. I wasn't saying it like if I don't. I mean, the heat is fucking insane here, but it's not-"

"Spencer, hey, don't-" she tries to make me stop. Still, I am so determined to say everything necessary to explain myself that I continue my rant.

"What I'm trying to say is-"

"Spencer, wait!" (Y/N)’s firmer voice halts me in my failed attempt at an apology. It's sufficient enough for me to shut up.

"Sorry. What were you about to say?"

"I'm sorry for stopping you, but it sounded like you would run out of air and pass out. Now I feel awful because the last thing I wrote was only to mess with you. I didn't want you to feel like I was accusing you of something, much less that you owed me an apology."

"Oh," I mumble, now making sense of the whole exchange. My cheeks heat up realizing I went from 0 to 100 in seconds. (Y/N)'s voice sounds anxious now.

"Please, forgive me if I worried you that way. That's why I hate texts; I can't control my teasing tone as I do when I talk to someone."

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. I don't want (Y/N) to think she did anything wrong, though.

"No, don't say that. I'm not good at - literally - reading social cues. I should have noticed. I just need some practice," I chuckle. I can hear a chuckle on the other end, too.

"Well, since we already cleared up our first miscommunication problem. How are you?"

That sentence shouldn't make my heart skip a beat, but it does.

Get your shit together, Spencer.

"With the heat and the lack of progress in the case, it is a bit frustrating. But we'll make it. How about you?"

"Good, actually. Not the load of paperwork I had last week, and my boss just asked me to prepare a lecture for the trainees in forensic accounting."

"Wow, that's amazing!" I chirp, excited.

"I'm a bit nervous, though. But I'll live," (Y/N) sighs.

"You'll do it great. I didn't know you were into teaching," I muse, remembering our prior conversations.

"I didn't, either. But I've had some previous experiences, and they have been okay. So, the case? That bad, uh?"

That brings me back to L.A. and the case. I was very comfy with my mind in (Y/N).

"He's taunting us. I mean, the police force. But we have a strong profile. One more piece, and we have him," I assure, trying to be convincing enough.

"You guys know what you're doing. You'll catch him, Spencer." (Y/N) sounds like she has no doubt. It fills my heart with warmth because although she doesn't have to put that amount of trust in me, she does it anyway.

"Reid?" I turn to see Morgan and J.J. walking into the room. She hears it, too.

"They need you. You have to return to work," (Y/N) concludes. I let out a sigh.

"Yeah. I have to go," I mumble apologeticly.

"Of course, you're working. It’s okay," she affirms with understanding.

"I'll let you know when I'm done here. Take care, okay?" I whisper into the receiver.

"I will. You too, be safe. Bye."

I can see Morgan's smirk and JJ’s curious look when I hang up.

I know they're dying to ask me questions, but now is not the time, and I don't want to either. So before any words come from their mouths, I hasten to speak.

"Did you find anything? I was examining what we have so far, and I think we are missing something. Look at this," I tell them, pointing to the scattered photos on the table. They look at each other and hesitate to interrupt me or play along. Thank goodness they opt for the latter.

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Me: Did you know L.A. has an abandoned underground tunnel network? If they are put together, it will stretch out 17 kilometers. They exist due to the Prohibition. When alcohol was banned in L.A. in early 1920, 35,000 gallons of wine were poured into its sewers. But, far from eradicating booze, prohibition pushed its use underground, literally.

Heimlich Master: Wow. I didn't know that. But I'm afraid to ask why are you telling me this. Are you trapped in one of those tunnels, and this is a call for help? [see attached photo]

Me: Ha Ha Ha. Let's say I've been studying those tunnels all day. Good thing we have Morgan and Prentiss to do the dirty job, though.

It's my fifth night in Los Angeles, and I don't know whether to laugh or cry. The only things that have kept me at least in a decent mood are the texts and short calls I have shared with (Y/N). I've never been very fond of using technology, including my cell phone, but thanks to (Y/N), I haven't even questioned it.

We've been sharing fun facts and memes. If you had asked me a week ago what a meme was, I wouldn't have known what to answer. The word was familiar to me thanks to Garcia, who often mentions them, but now I can say that I know more about them than I would have expected to. (Y/N) is a regular, and I can understand more of her sense of humor because of that. She especially loves the ones with a philosopher dinosaur and those where a woman yells at a cat.

Heimlich Master: How is the case going?

I'm about to reply when hard knocks shake my hotel room door. I hear Morgan's voice on the other side. "Reid! There is a break in the case! Move your ass right now!" Before leaving the room, I texted (Y/N).

Me: Hoping to wrap it up tonight.

Two hours later, we have the unsub in custody, not before running into a frantic chase for L.A. streets. Now, completely wasted, we are packing our things to return home. Usually, when we wrap cases at this hour, we stay until the next morning and then take off. But everyone is so drained that Hotch called to the tarmac saying we’re flying back tonight.

Being already on the jet, I feel like writing to (Y/N), but it doesn't seem appropriate, considering it's 2 in the morning. I refrain and try to catch some sleep, knowing exactly what I want to do first when we touch down in Virginia.

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It’s the first time I've put foot on the third floor of the Quantico Headquarters. It doesn’t look too different from the others I do know. A bunch of people walking in and out, agents perched at their desks, deep in folders or computers. Phones are ringing, and the sound of copy machines is unmistakable.

But none of that matters right now. I have a mission to accomplish.

After navigating between several desks, I find the one I’m looking for.

“Good morning, agent (Y/L/N).”

At the sound of my voice, (Y/N)’s head whips up.

“Hey! When did you come back?” she asks, seeming confused. The last time we spoke was last night before the unsub takedown, so for her, I still could be in LA.

I check my watch. “One hour and fifteen minutes ago.”

“I hope you slept on the jet.”

“I did. A bit.”

I won’t tell her how I barely closed my eyes, excited about returning to Virginia.

“So, to what do I owe the honor of having you here, Dr. Reid?”

“A crucial matter that can’t wait.”

“Is that so?”

“Uh-hu. I have an announcement and a question for you.”

“Oh yeah? Okay, shoot.”

“Morgan didn't kick down any doors during this case.”

(Y/N) snort a laugh. What a beautiful view it is to see her laugh.

“It's what I needed to start my day with the right foot.”

“You're welcome.”

“Okay, that was the announcement. And the question?”

“Yeah, about that. What do you say if we switch our failed lunch last Saturday for having dinner tonight?”

(Y/N)’s eyes widen in surprise.

“Tonight? Are you sure? You just came back.”

She’s inspecting my face, looking for certainty. I nod solemnly.

“Yeah, tonight. Unless you already have plans. If that’s the case, it’s okay. We can do something another day.”

After pondering my offer for a second, a smile creeps in (Y/N)’s face.

“You’re a lucky guy. Did you know that?”

Is it too much to say I’m feeling a lucky guy since I met her?

“I’m realizing now. Pick you up at seven, then. Is that okay?”

“Perfect. I’ll text you my full address.”

After saying our goodbyes, I take the elevator back to BAU. As the doors open at the sixth, I go face-to-face with Garcia.

“Oh, there you are! Everyone was looking for you to start the debriefing. Where were you anyways?” Penelope says, worried about my whereabouts.

Shit. I forgot Hotch wanted to do that quickly so we could finally get over this case.

“Uh. I had to use the bathroom.” I try to sound normal to avoid making a big deal.

“On another floor?” She asks, visibly confused.

Sometimes, my IQ gets lost in my odd way of doing synapses.

What the fuck I was thinking when I said that?

“Did you know the men’s bathroom paper toilet in the seventh is better quality than here?”

Oh, Spencer Reid, please stop.

“Really? I always knew they had more privileges than us. But the paper toilet? It’s infuriating,” Garcia huffs. And I know doing this is not very kind of me, but I promise to explain to her. Not now, though.

“Uh. I’m going to the conference room now. The others are waiting,” I announce, and Garcia nods, ushering me there.

“Yes. Go, go!”

Aside from the looks of 'Where the hell were you?' no one commented on me being late. Once we debrief, Hotch officially closes the case, instructing us to finish the paperwork and head home at lunchtime, which is perfect for my plans. It gives me enough time to prepare for dinner with (Y/N).

I know I look like a teenager, but I don't care.

Around three in the afternoon, I am already in my apartment and have made a restaurant reservation.

I decided to take a quick nap, although I didn't know how much sleep I would get given my nerves. It's not that being with (Y/N) makes me anxious per se; It's the anticipation of being with her.

Maybe I'm expecting too much from this date.

Shit. 'This date' Is this actually a date?

I feel like it is, but for (Y/N), will it be the same?

I invited her to dinner but never told her it was a date. Derek would tell me it is, but I don't want to assume.

Now is when Emily's words ring in my ears: 'Be honest with her to avoid false expectations.'

With her words in mind and the tiredness from the last days catching up with me, slumber finds me after a while.

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It’s seven pm sharp, and I’m knocking on (Y/N)’s door. I can hear some rustling from inside before the doors open, revealing her frame greeting me with a smile.

“Hey! Just in time!”

“H- hi,” I say, almost breathless after taking in her appearance.

It's true that the first time I saw (Y/N), she was dressed to the nines. It's also true that when I saw her on the terrace that night, I couldn't help but think how beautiful and captivating she was.

The next time was at Quantico. She wore a classic and elegant office outfit, with black formal trousers, a white silk blouse, and a fitted maroon jacket. The image of all the confidence and resolve I bet she has at the job.

But now? My jaw shamelessly drops.

She's wearing a sleek, form-fitting black dress that accentuates her curves and black heels that elongate her legs. A beautiful cardigan wraps elegantly in her upper half. Her hair is styled in loose waves cascading over her shoulders, and she's accessorized with long silver earrings and the same necklace with the compass I saw on her the first time. She looks sophisticated, alluring, and just perfect.

“Let me get my purse, and we can go, okay?” (Y/N) says, jutting her thumb to the inside.

“Su- yeah, sure.”

Great. I’m a stuttering mess.

The drive to the restaurant is filled with light conversation. I talked about the last heatwave in Los Angeles, and she annoyed me by telling me about the rain in Virginia last week.

Now I ask (Y/N) if she has a car. It happens that she owns a car but doesn't like to drive.

“I just discovered years ago I don't like it. But I kept the car only for emergencies, which is stupid if I think of it,” she prefaces.

“Why?” I ask, stealing a glance at her.

“Because now all emergencies I can think of entail myself incapable of driving.”

Her laugh fills the car now, and I can’t help but join her.

“Okay, okay. But really, why you don’t like it?” I ask when our laughing fades. (Y/N) clears her throat.

“Uh - are you familiar with the term road rage?”

I nod, not peeling my gaze from the streets ahead.

“Yes, I do. Colloquially known as ‘angry driver disorder,’ it is aggressive or angry behavior exhibited by motorists. These behaviors include rude and verbal insults, yelling, physical threats, or dangerous driving methods targeted at other drivers, pedestrians, or cyclists to intimidate or release frustration.”

A sigh escapes (Y/N)’s lips. “Yeah. That.”

Using the chance a red light gives me, I look at her with an eyebrow furrowed.

“So, do you have RRD?”

She averts my gaze, focusing on the windshield instead.

“I thought I had it. At first, I didn’t give it any importance. I said it was just me trying to adjust to the jungle. Who hasn’t yelled as driving? But there were times when I freaked out of myself and feared doing something more than screeching or honking like crazy. So, I stopped driving for a while. I did my research and learned techniques to get it under control. But since then, I never enjoyed it again.”

A nervous giggle escapes from (Y/N)’s lips.

“Jesus, you are going to think I’m a society threat.”

I shake my head without a second thought.

“Of course, you are not. Furthermore, I find it admirable that you realized it was unhealthy and took action before living a worse experience.”

I see a blush creeping (Y/N)’s cheeks from the corner of my eye.

Not five minutes later, we are at the restaurant parking lot.

Descending from the vehicle, I hurry to (Y/N)’s door and open it for her. Once she is out of the car, I offer my arm so she can lace hers with it.

The hostess greets us at the entrance, and once he checks our reservation, he leads us to our table.

It's the first time I’m here. I chose it because Rossi once said it was perfect for a date.

Again. A date. Something I still don't know if apply here.

A waitress approaches us as soon as we sit, handing us two menus.

“Miss, sir. I’m Emma, and I’ll be at your service this evening. Can I offer something to drink?”

After Emma leaves us with our orders, (Y/N) turns to me.

“Spencer, this place is amazing.”

And she is right. The soft lighting from the small lamps creates a warm atmosphere. The decor includes cozy tables spaced apart for privacy, with comfortable seating and plush cushions. Soft and muted deep reds and browns fill the interior, with classy artwork on the walls. It's really nice.

But above all, the company makes it even better.

Our conversation flows as easily as in the car. It's so comfortable as we have known each other for a long time. And we just met less than two weeks ago.

“Okay, let me get this straight. So you are from Vegas and couldn't bear the L.A. heatwave?”

“I have lived in DC for almost eight years, so I adapted better to this climate.” I shrug and (Y/N) hums.

“You don't get to go there that much? I mean, do you have family there?”

“Just my mom. And no, I don’t see her very often,” I confess—a tint of guilt in my voice.

I see (Y/N)’s face, and I know she wants to ask, but she is respectful enough not to. Not everyone is.

“I’m an only child. And my dad left us when after my tenth birthday. With no siblings, it is only my mom and me. But even if I don't see her often, I write her letter daily.”

I look at her again, expecting the same face everyone gives me when I talk about my family, the one that screams pity. But no, if (Y/N)’s face screams anything, it’s understanding.

“Old school, uh? I’m sure your mom loves your letters,” she says, sipping her glass of wine. I nod,

telling (Y/N) more about my letters to my mom and how detailed she likes me to write them.

“And I think it helped us not to break the bond.” I shrug, taking a bit from the fork. “What about you? Did you say you are not from DC?”

“No. I’m not. I’m from Minneapolis. My parents settled there at a very young age. They were born in the South. I have two siblings: an older sister and a younger brother. My parents are still in Minneapolis, and my brother is, but he lives with his boyfriend now. My sister left for Chicago when she married her fiancee years ago.”

“Do you see them often?”

(Y/N) shakes her head.

“Not quite. Just in holidays or major events. But we call each other often. I always know what happens there, and they know what happens to me here.”

(Y/N) tells me she is not that close with her sister, though. Since she started dating his current husband, they distanced. And that only worsened when (Y/N) moved to DC.

“I’m sorry. That must have hurt.” I don’t know what having a sibling is, but I see in her eyes that she is not okay with how things turned between them.

“Yeah. But neither of us has done something about it. And here is where I need to clarify that stubbornness runs in my family,” she chuckles.

I pull a face, faking surprise. “Yeah, that’s so you can realize who you're dealing with,” she says, pointing her fork at me.

Our conversation bounces from topic to topic until we land on the school phase.

I tell her about what it's like to be a child prodigy in a public school in Las Vegas. The bad things and the not-so-bad ones, because believe it or not, I can see something positive from that time at this point in my life.

“Clearly, I didn't have it as difficult as you, but I am sure we all felt out of place at some point during that time,” she muses, cutting a piece of her dessert with the spoon.

“Did you?”

She lets out a chuckle. “Let's say I haven't been very ‘typical’ in my life, especially in high school. I mean, if following a stereotype was required, mine was quite different from the other girls my age.”

I narrow my eyes at her. “How is so?”

“Well, while my friends dreamed about having a Mr. Darcy-Elizabeth kind of love, I found Heathcliff and Kathy's relationship more appealing,” she stops from her explanation with a snort escaping her lips. “Ha! I should have known it would be a problem later.”

Why do I think other people would know what she is talking about while I don't?

Of course, she sees the confusion written all over my face.

“You don’t know what I’m talking about, do you?” I pull a face, shaking my head.

“At risk of being disrespectful, uh, no. I don't.”

“Don’t worry. You don't have to, I guess. But if you read Wuthering Heights someday, you will know.”

I will—first thing in the morning.

“But the main idea is that I never expected life would be something close to a fairy tale, you know? I just didn't believe it, and my friends hated that of me.”

Jerks.

It's fair to say that we are so caught up in chatting that we don’t realize we are the only ones left in the restaurant. We do when Emma approaches to ask if we need anything.

After paying the check, we left the restaurant and headed to my car. The ride is mainly silent this time. I don’t want this night to end, and I think (Y/N) doesn't either because of how she bites her lower lip with her eyes trained on the road ahead.

We begin a light conversation for a few minutes after arriving at her building. With the car in parking, I reach her side of the vehicle to open the door for her. I offer her my hand, and she takes it, giving me a warm smile.

“I'll walk you to the door.” She nods softly, “Okay.”

The three floors to her apartment are pure agony in my head. I want to be honest with her, but I also don't want to scare her into thinking I'm a creep or whatever. If she notices my internal dilemma, she doesn't mention it. We reach her door, and (Y/N) takes her keys from her purse. I don't trust my hands and keep them in my pockets as she opens the door. She turns to face me now.

“Thank you, Spencer. I had a great time tonight.”

I see it in her eyes. She is genuine. And my heart skips a bit.

“Me too. Thanks for accepting my invitation.”

My hands feel clammy, so I take them out of my pocket and dry them discreetly on my clothes.

“Of course.”

We remain silent without taking our eyes off each other. Emily's words reverberate, and I know what I must do.

Okay. Here we go.

“Can I - can I ask you something?”

I wish I could speak without stumbling over my words.

“Sure.”

“Would you say that tonight, that is, our dinner - would you say it was a date? I mean, would you classify this as a date?”

(Y/N)’s eyes are trained on me as if trying to follow my train of thought.

“A date? Why wouldn’t I?”

She is still careful but curious about where I’m going with all of this.

“It's just that I never said it was a date when I talked about dinner.”

“So, you didn’t want it as a date?” (Y/N) asks for clarification, and I feel like the stupidest human being on earth.

“No! I did. I do. It's just - I thought you maybe thought of it like something different?”

She narrows her eyes at me. This is not working. I take a deep breath before starting over.

“The thing is, I don’t know if I’m reading this wrong. From the times we have seen each other and what we have talked about in these two weeks, I feel that there is something that feels so good between us, and I wonder if maybe you don't feel it or if you see it as something similar to a friendship. I know things in that part of your life have been messy lately, and I would understand if you wouldn't want anything to do with me, but I can't stop thinking-“

My rant is halted when I notice (Y/N)’s palm caressing my cheek. There is a glimmer in her eyes that makes my heart stop.

“Spencer. You are not reading this wrong. I feel the same way you described it as ‘right,’ even if I’m unsure what it is exactly.”

I let out a dramatic sigh I didn't know I was holding. That makes (Y/N) giggle. I join her with a chuckle myself.

As the giggle subsides, I hold her hand and place it over my chest near my heart. My other hand softly tilts her chin so I can look into her eyes.

“You are amazing; did you know that?” I whisper, and her breath hitched. I flick my gaze between her eyes and her lips. She does the same. And that's what I needed to get the courage and lean in. Slowly, the distance between us gets short, and I swear my heart is going to burst out of my chest. I can feel her breath fanning my face as her eyes flutter close.

And then, our lips met for the first time.

It's slow, and I can taste the sweetness of her lips.

I've never felt something like this kissing someone before, but now that I know what it's like, I never want to stop feeling it.

Her hands go up my shoulders, seeking a grip on the hair at the back of my neck. My hands fly to her hips to pull her closer to me as our kiss deepens. I sweep my tongue over her lower lip, and she parts them to grant me access. One of my hands leaves her hip to cup her face to get a better angle for continuing our kiss. Her arms tighten around my neck, pulling me impossibly closer.

I don’t want it to end, but the need for air is too much. After breaking the kiss, we are both panting with our faces flushed and lips swollen.

“Wow.”

“Jesus.”

We breathe out at the same time, followed by a fit of giggles.

Her laugh is definitely my new favorite sound on Earth.

I cup her cheeks and lean again to steal a quick kiss from her lips, and when I’m about to part again, she tightens her grip on my suit jacket lapels and brings me to her lips again.

After two or three more kisses, we lose the hold of our hands off each other, with a wide grin spread on our faces.

“I think we already give my neighbors enough of a show for tonight,” (Y/N) points out, biting her lower lip and peeking at both sides of the hall behind me.

“Yeah,” I mumble as I stroke her cheek, gaze focused on her eyes. “I should get going.” (Y/N) nods. “Text me when you are home?”

“I will.”

After another quick kiss, I muster the will to say goodbye. Wishing me goodnight, (Y/N) enters the apartment and closes the door. I linger there for a few seconds, excited like a child after the best day of his life.

I feel like it is.

Right now? I'm beyond grateful to Hotch for making me attend that stupid gala.

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[rainynvght]

If Emily Prentiss had a daughter

Bedtime Stories: Emily would read her daughter stories every night, but she’d pick books with strong female characters or tales that teach resilience, courage, and kindness.

Bedtime Stories Part 2: When reading bedtime stories, Emily would use all kinds of silly voices for the characters, making her daughter giggle uncontrollably. Sometimes, they’d make up their own stories, with her daughter adding wild plot twists and Emily going along with it, no matter how crazy it gets.

Teaching her different languages: She would start teaching her daughter different languages from a young age. They’d have fun “secret” conversations in French or Italian that only they could understand, making her daughter feel special and worldly.

Movie Nights: Their movie nights wouldn’t just be about watching films; Emily would turn them into themed events. If they were watching a spy movie, they’d dress up in black and play “secret agents” before the movie started. If it’s a baking competition show, they’d make their own treats to eat while watching.

Mother-Daughter Spa Days: They’d have regular “spa days” at home, where they’d paint each other’s nails, do face masks, and relax with herbal tea. It’s a special way for them to unwind and bond, and Emily would use this time to talk about self-care and the importance of taking care of one’s mental and physical health.

Balance of Freedom and Guidance: Emily would be the type of mom who gives her daughter the freedom to make her own choices, but she’d always be there to guide her when needed. She’d trust her daughter to be independent, but would also be ready to step in with advice or support whenever her daughter needed it.

Adventures in the Kitchen: Emily and her daughter would love to cook together, trying out new recipes and experimenting with different cuisines. It's safe to say that, by the time her daughter turns seven years old, she would outdo her mom in terms of cooking.

Protective Mom: Emily, who has experienced the evil of the world due to her work, would be very protective, sometimes even a little to over-protective. She would worry about her girl at all times, making sure to contact her every few hours, even when on a harsh case. Her little girl is her entire world.

Matching outfits: On special days, like birthdays or just because they feel like it, Emily and her daughter would wear matching outfits. Whether it’s matching pajamas for a cozy movie night or similar scarves on a chilly day, they’d have fun being twinning buddies.

Little lunchbox notes: Every morning, Emily would leave a tiny note in her daughter’s lunchbox or backpack with a sweet message like, “You’re going to rock today!” or “Can’t wait to hear about your day!” It’s a little boost of love that her daughter would look forward to every day.

Secret Handshake: Emily and her daughter would have a secret handshake that they’d do whenever they needed a little boost of confidence.

First Snow Tradition: The first snowfall of the year would be a special occasion in the Prentiss household. Emily would bundle her daughter up, and they’d run outside to catch snowflakes on their tongues, make snow angels, and build the first snowman of the season together. Afterward, they’d warm up with hot cocoa and marshmallows.

[mrs-weasley-reid]

ONE DANCE

Aaron Hotchner x bau!reader

Sypnosis: One dance. That's all it took for Aaron Hotchner to lose control. WARNING: nsfw, MDNI!!! first person pov (if you don't vibe with that sob in the corner move on). unprotected sex (piv). curse word(s). a bit of betrayal? (not really). tell me if I missed anything A/N: not my gif, ctto! This is one of my hidden drafts that was originally for a different character, but YOLO.

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A smile ran over my lips as my hips swayed at the heart-pounding beat of the music. My hands slid down my figure slowly as I let my eyes close to devour the rhythm.

Nothing ever beats Friday nights after a long, grueling case. Especially when Penelope and Emily forced the entire BAU team for a night out.

"Let me get us drinks! I'm going to pass out! I'll tell Spencer to keep an eye on you!" Emily shouted through the music with a chuckle as her support on my sides retracted.

I hummed softly and nodded without the care of opening my eyes, letting the rhythm take over my entire body in such a daze that I craved.

My body swayed and rolled, all while my hands traced every inch of me in a sensual and seductive way. I was not aiming for anything. I just really loved letting my body get lost in the melody.

Different sets of hands lay atop mine, keeping the grip on my waist as it hit the beat from side to side. I smiled as our bodies clashed with a type of warmth I so loved, friction sparking as my back kissed their chest.

It tasted so lustrously devouring. The way every movement felt so close, so passionate. Whatever drink Spencer—I assumed—had, I would love to get a sip. It seemed to give him a lot more confidence to match my rhythm.

"Freaking finally, Spence! Get those sneakers moving!" I shouted in a teasing tone. "Admit it! You love dancing too!" I laughed, running my hands up to my chest, past my shoulders, and on his—toned?—pectorals, aiming farther to slide up on his neck.

Spencer wasn't this toned from what I remembered, but I had no complaints. I loved the way he moved on my lead, and he has never done such a thing, especially with me. I wanted to savor the moment and question it later.

He traced my figure, giving me chills and little temptation to gasp. And so I did. My head was thrown back on his chest.

Spencer was my best friend. I'm very comfortable with whatever we do together. Besides, I had already tried playfully seducing him once, but it never worked. I wasn't his type, and nor was he mine.

I felt him squeeze my flesh sensually, "I don't know, sweetheart. Shall I?" He whispered hoarsely close to my ear.

My eyes darted open, and my body froze. My hands that traveled up his neck passed through the line where I usually felt Spencer's long, curly hair intertwine with my fingers. Instead, I felt short, soft strands stubbornly escape my grip.

I turned around so swiftly that the man behind me placed a hand on the small of my back so I would not fall, my hands landing on his chest.

My heart skipped a beat as I met Aaron eye to eye. A sly smirk covered his handsome face: sharp jaw, pointy nose, earthy eyes, and pinkish lips.

Brows furrowing, "What are you doing?" I asked, pushing a gap between us. I was very much flustered at the fact that it was Aaron all along. And more so that he was my boss.

Aaron kept me close with his strong, rough hands wrapped around my waist. They were so big that it felt like he could hold me like a sandwich if he wanted. "Dancing," He answered nonchalantly, beginning to sway my body once more on his lead.

"Yeah, I know, but you can't dance with me," I said, slowly retracting my hands at such a pace that made me feel the structure of his body.

"And why is that?" He curiously asked, an eyebrow raised in so much interest. "You seem fine rolling your body on Prentiss and Reid. How am I any different?" Aaron squeezed my sides again, earning a satisfying small gasp from me.

My eyes widened. Oh no. I couldn't possibly tell Aaron that I couldn't be seen this close and intimate with him because one of my best friends had a big fat crush on him, and I didn't want to ruin my friendship with Emily.

I looked down, changing my line of sight on his chest. "Fine," I said in full confidence. "One dance." I added sternly.

He gently pinched my chin with his index and thumb and tilted my head up to meet his gaze one more time. "Deal, but you have to actually dance." Aaron had a mischievous grin.

I have to admit how handsome he was, especially with the lights flickering in so much pace. It highlighted the sharpness of his beautiful visage.

But I couldn't be attracted. Emily liked him. I couldn't do that to my best friend.

Aaron raised an eyebrow. He squeezed my waist to snap me out of my trance.

I jumped a little, and I glared at him. "Stop doing that." I subtly pouted, a habit I always had and hated at the moment.

He let out a very seductive chuckle, leaning close to me. "Then dance. Grind that body on me again." Aaron's voice was utterly electrifying. So authoritative and gently alluring.

I felt a shiver shot down my spine to my cunt, and I had to shut my thighs together. My body began to sway again, but not much of the friction I emitted minutes ago.

It was so awkward. So fucking awkward that I wanted the floor to swallow me whole. Aaron made me tense. Us being breathlessly close made my body stiff.

And then the music began to switch, the fade of the last song filled with hundred beats that synced with my heart.

I raised my head to listen to the song in awe. I could feel my blood pump ten times faster. "Oh my gosh!" I looked at Aaron with sparkly eyes. "I love this song!" I exclaimed, and as soon as the beat dropped, my body took over.

I was jumping, swaying, tracing my own body.

Lights flashed, flickering neon colors. I wrapped an arm on Aaron—not caring that he was my boss anymore—and ground my body, whipping my head as my other arm pumped up.

I was biting my bottom lip. And then I felt Aaron hold my raised hand and turn me around without his other hand leaving my waist.

Aaron's hold went lower, now aligned under the small of my back, getting a little feel of the top of my ass. His grip got tighter when I ran my palms on his chest down.

"You know that's a dangerous game you're playing." He whispered close. His breath was ragged, probably from dancing.

I laughed hysterically, "Dangerous? Well, isn't that your forte—" I fluttered my lashes as I looked up at him, "—Hotchner?" I challenged, giving an emphasis to his last name.

Tongue pushed the inner side of his cheek. His lips were slightly parted as he looked at me amusedly. I stumbled when he pulled me closer, and my eyes widened when I felt something hard poke just above my abdomen.

Was I dreaming? What type of fuckery was this?

Aaron trailed his hand to my back and down to my ass, giving it a tight squeeze. My face heated up, no doubt turning red. My throat felt blocked, a lump forming quickly inside.

The song finished, transitioning to another. I was more than happy to push away, but Aaron never gave me the chance to. "I said just one dance." I pointed out, struggling to get out of his grip.

"Oh, but we're playing a game now." Aaron rubbed circles on my ass, and all I could think was how his huge handprint would look good tattooed on my skin.

He pulled me tighter, pressing his body against mine. I gulped at the throb between my thighs.

I opened my mouth, blinking in disbelief. "I-I can't." I stammered, panicking to get out of his touch without crumbling and hoping that Emily hadn't seen us.

His eyebrows narrowed, jaw clenching. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me out of the dancing sea to a more quiet part of the club.

Aaron led us into the alleyway behind the building and stopped next to the huge trash bin. I was like a lasso flicked once when he made me turn to face him. His hand still gripped my wrist, and it felt like it would snap any moment.

"Why the hell not?" Aaron growled. Such tension vibrated down my wet folds. He was heaving, eyes roaming up and down my body.

I still wore my work clothes, except I didn't have my blazer and just left my white buttoned-up long-sleeved shirt with a few buttons off.

I bit my lower lip, looking straight at his chest to avoid his blazing eyes. It felt like I was going to melt if I dared to meet his stare. "Stop it." My eyes went back up to him.

My brows now creased. Stop what? I wasn't doing anything. I kept my words silent. This man is delusional. I swore to every psych test we had to take.

As if I was thinking out loud, Aaron cupped my chin, and the base of his hand wrapped around my neck. "Stop that." He demanded, pulping my cheeks together and my bitten bottom lip set free.

I was blinking hard, trying to process the tension inside of me that swiftly craved him and more of his breath-hitching touch.

"You didn't answer me. I'm still waiting."

My chest heaved, and I only looked at him, his dark, messy hair that made my cunt drool. I only noticed the silver chain on his neck that seemed so tempting to brush over my skin while he feasted on my breasts.

I knew Aaron knew how my mind ran, and I wanted him to. I wanted him to know how tempted I was to get him to use me as his little toy for the rest of the night. But I wasn't allowed to drill first.

I didn't realize how hard my free hand was gripping the arm he stretched to squeeze my pipe or when I did so, but all I saw was how his eyes darkened.

So quick. It was so quick I didn't have time to react. Aaron pulled my face up to meet him. Our lips crashed, following the beat that pounded inside the wall that grazed my back.

His kisses were rough, searing, yet caressed. I moaned when he let go of my wrist and gripped my waist.

It only encouraged him more, trailing down my jaw and under my ear. "Hotch," I rasped, and I was irritated when he pulled away. My mouth flung open, "Why'd you stop?" I entreated breathlessly.

As if my uncoordinated gasps weren't enough proof of lack of air in my lungs, Aaron knocked my breath away by swooping me off the ground.

He connected our lips again, craving for more as he walked us to his car. My arms wrapped around his neck to keep him as close as possible.

My legs dangled over his grip, toes curling inside my shoes. I loved how he tasted. How bitter yet so sweet his lips tasted.

Aaron opened the door to the backseat, setting me down carefully. Although the gentleness subsided quickly, he pinned me on the door across, making my back arch from the uneven surface.

"Fuck, you looked so hot." He went down on my jaw again, fiddling with my buttons until it was all unhooked. Aaron paused, eyes filled with adoration as he moved back to get a look at me. He bit his lower lip in hunger, shaking his head with a grin. "You look so much hotter now." He exclaimed and feasted on me again.

I tilted my head to give him more access to my neck. The sting of sucked blood left remarkable hues on my skin. "On top of me," He rasped, lifting me up by the waist in one grip.

I did as I was told, straddling him. His face now aligned with my breasts, my bra not so useful as it let my mountains spill, which Aaron didn't seem to mind.

He dove into the middle of my cleavage, licking it with a searing tongue. Biting, nibbling, sucking, he adored me with so much lust. Like my fantasy, his necklace brushed on my skin with cold tickles.

Below my waist was a lot more intimate, a hand squeezing and supporting my ass, and the other snaked up under my pencil skirt, giving my cunt the attention it craved. I yelped at the coldness I felt from one of his fingers. I didn't even know he wore rings for fun, nor did I see what color they were.

I moaned aloud when he began to circle my clit, throwing my head back in pleasure. My hands, on the contrary, unbuttoned his shirt with no problem. And when I reached his waistline, I unbuckled his belt with eagerness.

Aaron pinned me down on his suffocated bulge. He maneuvered to pull down his dress pants and boxers. His cock sprung free, the tip kissing the thin fabric on my wet cunt.

"Hotch," I moaned, asking for more friction. I needed him inside of me. I wouldn't last any longer. I wanted him to break me.

He hummed on my collarbone, the vibrations spreading all over my body, throbbing my cunt to more wetness I've ever felt.

My eyes shut tight when he set my underwear aside and pushed his tip in. "No one can find out," I whispered. My lips parted as steam escaped me.

Aaron groaned in pleasure as he inched deeper, my walls tightening around his throbbing cock. It was so good. He felt so good inside of me.

"Oh, I do love the thrill," He said lovingly. "Don't worry. I'll keep it to myself as long as you're just mine."

My hips jolted, and I moaned at his promise. Aaron kissed my jaw gently, "They'll never know I'm the reason you won't be walking properly to work tomorrow." He mumbled with heat.

He placed a kiss on my lips, "No one would know who gave you all these brands." Aaron looked at me, wrapping a hand on my neck with the finger that had a ring, the cold causing a vein of mine to tremble. "As long as you promise only to be mine, I'll keep my word." He added and let go of my neck to give me attention elsewhere.

I heaved, "Move. Fast. Break me, please." I begged in broken words. My lips quivered in so much need.

Then he snapped. He pounded on me relentlessly, pupils dilated, eyes raven-ly dark. He pressed our bodies closer, the heat burning my skin in such pleasure.

"Mmm," I hummed breathlessly. I was digging my nails down his muscular biceps. He was so good. "Faster, Aaron." His name slipped out of my lips.

It seemed to fuel his lust even more as he thrust a lot faster than what I asked, but exactly what I needed. "Fuck, I'm not going to last longer with you feeling this good around my cock." Aaron growled, biting on my skin to emit a loud cry from me.

And he got what he wanted. I screamed his name, each clashing of our hips. My hands deeply tangled with his dark hair. He filled me to the hilt, filled my hunger so well.

I felt my high approach. I knew he felt it, too, by the way he mumbled my name like a prayer. I tugged his hair for his head to pull away from my hued skin and smashed our lips to heighten the intimacy I've felt.

Not long when my body tightened even more, "I'm going to—fuck," I shuddered, pulling on his roots even harder.

Aaron rested his forehead on mine, watching how his cock disappeared in me while my body shook from intense euphoria.

His words were sacred, like a rule I was set to abide by. I crumbled in a pleasurable cry for his name. Hammered down my zenith as my essence spilled all over him.

"Fuck—" Aaron groaned, burying his face in my nook. I felt his thrusts turn sappy, cock twitched inside of me in such painful stimulation. He came in me with a cunt throbbing growl.

We stayed in the same position, panting. Only then did I notice the fog that masked the windows.

I looked at his blissed face. I didn't know when he started to adore me. I didn't care whether the alcohol was the only proof of his feelings for me, either. It was the most amazing time of my life. I wasn't willing to change any of it.

And speaking of care. Hell to Emily—bless her heart and our friendship— but I'd love to own the man who fucked me this good.

[anniebeemine]

It Takes A Village- Part Three

Y'all, I actually cried writing this. The end took me like 30 minutes to get through oh my god

Age: 13-18

Part One, Part Two

Eighth grade was a significant year for Naomi. It marked the transition from middle school into high school. She was growing more confident, both in her academic abilities and her social interactions. Her relationship with Hannah had deepened into a strong friendship, and they were practically inseparable. The two of them shared everything from homework help to sleepovers, their bond growing stronger with each passing day.

Spencer often found himself away on cases, his work pulling him to different corners of the country. During these times, Naomi would stay over at Hannah's house. It was an arrangement that had been agreed upon with Hannah’s mom, and it worked well for everyone involved. Naomi enjoyed her sleepovers, appreciating the sense of normalcy and the closeness with her friend. Spencer knew these were important years for her, and he was grateful for the stability Hannah’s family provided during his absences.

One morning, as Spencer prepared to leave for work, Naomi was getting ready for school. She was bustling around, excited about the day ahead and chattering about it being tater tot day. Spencer was about to follow her out the door when he noticed something that made his heart skip a beat. There was a small red stain on the back of her jeans.

“Omi,” he said gently, trying to keep his tone casual, “I think you might have had a little accident. You should check it out.”

Naomi’s eyes widened in horror as she glanced down and saw the stain. Her face flushed crimson, and she ran past Spencer, dashing towards her room. She slammed the door behind her and quickly headed into the bathroom. Spencer heard the sound of water running and the muffled thud of things being moved around.

Spencer stood there for a moment, feeling a mix of emotions. He knew this day would come eventually—it was a part of growing up that every parent faces. He had hoped to have more time before navigating these conversations, but here they were. His thoughts wandered to the discussions he had had with himself about how best to approach these sensitive topics, how to be supportive yet respectful of her privacy.

As the door to the bathroom remained closed, Spencer could hear Naomi’s distressed sobs growing more frantic. His initial calm had dissolved into worry, and he felt a gnawing anxiety in his chest. He paced the living room, the realization that he wasn’t equipped to handle the situation making his worry escalate. He tried to calm himself, thinking of the right approach to comfort Naomi, but the situation was overwhelming him.

Desperate for guidance, Spencer pulled out his phone and dialed JJ. The call went straight to voicemail, and panic crept into his voice as he left a hurried message, explaining the situation and asking for her advice. With no response from JJ, Spencer’s anxiety grew.

He decided to call Emily next, hoping she might be able to offer immediate assistance. Emily answered on the first ring, her voice calm and reassuring. Spencer quickly briefed her on the situation, trying to keep his own panic in check. Emily promised she’d be over as soon as possible.

While he waited, Spencer sat down with his head in his hands, feeling a crushing sense of helplessness. He knew he needed to be strong for Naomi, but his own nervousness was starting to overwhelm him. He wondered if he had made a mistake by not handling the situation better and felt a wave of guilt wash over him. He was a father, but in this moment, he felt like he was failing her.

Emily arrived within a short time, her calm demeanor a stark contrast to Spencer’s frazzled state. She walked in with a grocery bag filled with various items, her presence immediately bringing a sense of relief. Spencer opened the door for her, and Emily walked straight into the bathroom, where Naomi was still sobbing.

Spencer stood outside, feeling helpless but grateful for Emily’s support. He could hear Emily speaking softly to Naomi, her voice soothing and calm. He knew he had to give them space, but his anxiety made it hard to stay away. He paced outside the bathroom door, feeling guilty for not being able to handle the situation on his own.

Emily emerged after a while, her face set in a reassuring expression. “She’s okay,” she said gently. “I’ve talked to her and helped her get cleaned up. I’ve also given her some things to help with the situation.”

Spencer nodded, his eyes filled with concern. “I’m sorry, Emily. I didn’t know what to do. I feel like I should have been more prepared.”

Emily placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. “You did what you could, Spencer. Sometimes, these things are more about being there and showing support than having all the answers. It’s okay to need help, and it’s okay to ask for it.”

Spencer took a deep breath, nodding slowly. “Thanks, Emily. I just want to make sure Naomi knows that it’s okay and that she doesn’t feel ashamed.”

Emily gave him a reassuring smile. “She will. You’re doing great. Just be there for her, and she’ll know she’s loved and supported.”

Spencer walked back to the bathroom, where Naomi had finally emerged. Her eyes were still red, but she looked calmer now. She approached him slowly, her face still carrying a hint of embarrassment.

“I’m sorry,” she said quietly.

Spencer pulled her into a gentle hug, his heart aching for her. “It’s okay, Naomi. You don’t need to apologize. We all go through things like this, and it’s important to remember that you’re not alone. I’m here for you, no matter what. You’re growing up.”

Naomi nodded, her eyes brightening slightly as she felt the warmth of her father’s embrace. Spencer continued to hold her, feeling a mix of relief and gratitude that she was starting to feel better. Despite the chaotic start to the morning, he knew that their bond was strong and that, together, they would navigate through the ups and downs of growing up.

A few weeks later, there was a knock on his door. It was just after 3 a.m., and Spencer jolted awake, his heart racing as he fumbled for the bedside lamp. The dim light flickered on, casting long shadows across the room. He blinked groggily, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep. Another set of heavy knocks on his door came before opening.

Naomi stood at the door, her face pale and eyes wide with concern. She clutched her phone to her shoulder, and the trembling of her hands betrayed her anxiety. She said something quietly into the phone. Spencer's immediate worry was her safety, but he noticed the anxious tension in her posture and knew something was seriously wrong.

“Dad, I need a ride to Hannah’s,” Naomi said urgently, her voice barely above a whisper. Spencer rubbed his eyes, still disoriented.

“It’s the middle of the night, Naomi,” he said, his tone a mix of confusion and concern. “Are you sure it’s necessary to go now?”

Naomi’s eyes flashed with determination. “I’ll walk if I have to,” she threatened, her voice hard. She tightened her lips into the same pout when Spencer would tell her she couldn't have something as a child.

Spencer glanced at the clock and saw that it was indeed late, but he didn't doubt Naomi would leave. He sighed, realizing the urgency in her request. Pulling on his robe, he tried to collect his thoughts and figure out the situation. “Alright, let’s go,” he said, trying to mask his worry.

The drive to Hannah’s house was unusually quiet, the tension palpable in the car. Spencer’s mind raced, trying to piece together what could be so urgent. Naomi kept her phone pressed to her ear, lips tight as she listened to the commotion on the other end. As they approached Hannah’s street, he saw the flashing red and blue lights of emergency vehicles reflecting off the pavement. His heart sank as he realized something must have happened. Naomi’s breathing grew erratic as she spotted Hannah sitting alone on the curb, her face streaked with tears. Spencer pulled over, and Naomi was out of the car before he had even fully stopped. He followed her, his heart heavy with a deep sense of dread.

Hannah’s father had passed away in the middle of the night. The emergency vehicles were there, but the damage had been done. Naomi rushed to Hannah’s side, wrapping her arms around her friend and providing the comfort she so desperately needed. Spencer stayed close by, his heart aching not only for Hannah but for Naomi as well. He knew how much this loss would affect her.

Naomi looked up at Spencer, her eyes filled with a mix of sorrow and desperation. “Dad, can Hannie stay with us? Her mom’s away at a conference, and she doesn’t want to go back in there.”

Spencer felt a pang of sadness as he looked at Naomi and Hannah, both struggling to process the enormity of the loss. He nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. “Of course, Naomi,” he said softly.

Naomi’s face brightened slightly, a glimmer of relief breaking through her distress. She took Hannah’s hand, leading her away from the flashing lights of the emergency vehicles and toward Spencer’s car. Naomi held an arm around Hannah, using her knuckles to stroke her cheek as Hannah cried. As they drove back to their home, Spencer could see the exhaustion and emotional strain in both girls, but also a small spark of hope as they clung to one another. When they arrived, Spencer took charge of making sure everything was comfortable for Hannah. He set up the air mattress that they would use during their sleepovers. Hannah sat on Naomi’s bed, clinging to a pillow as Naomi made the bed for her.

Spencer made a quick trip to the kitchen, preparing some snacks and drinks to offer them. He felt a deep sense of responsibility and a touch of guilt, knowing he couldn’t truly alleviate their pain but hoping that a warm and welcoming environment might help in some small way.

As the night transitioned to morning, Spencer occasionally checked in on the girls. Naomi was determined to be a source of strength for her friend, and Spencer admired her resilience and empathy. He knew that, while the situation was far from ideal, his role was to provide a stable and supportive environment during this difficult time. When he finally climbed into bed that night, he reflected on the events of the day with a heavy heart. The unexpected loss, the late-night drive, and the responsibility of offering comfort were all reminders of the unpredictability of life. But amid the sadness, he found a renewed appreciation for the bond he shared with Naomi and the importance of family, both by blood and by choice.

Spencer often found himself reflecting on Naomi's growth with a mix of awe and pride. He remembered the early days when she was a shy child, unsure of her place in the world. Watching her evolve into a poised, empathetic young woman was a testament to the community that had raised her and the values they had imparted.

He marveled at how Naomi embodied the very best traits of those who had influenced her life. Her deep sense of empathy, a trait she had clearly inherited from the caring members of their family, was a source of constant admiration. Spencer saw it in the way she effortlessly connected with others, offering support and understanding in a manner that was both comforting and inspiring. It was as if she had absorbed the collective kindness and compassion of her village and made it her own.

Her work ethic and drive were reminiscent of the determination shown by her mentors. Spencer admired her ability to tackle challenges head-on with a blend of perseverance and creativity. He saw her approach each obstacle not as a roadblock, but as an opportunity to grow and excel, much like those who had guided her throughout her formative years.

As Naomi transitioned into a more independent phase of her life, Spencer couldn't help but feel a pang of bittersweet nostalgia. He watched with a mix of pride and helplessness as she began to handle tasks on her own—packing her own lunches, managing her schedule, and making decisions with increasing confidence.

Spencer, who had spent much of his own youth learning to take care of himself and manage his own challenges, found it both exhilarating and daunting to see Naomi assert her independence. He had always taken great pride in providing for her, ensuring her needs were met, and guiding her through the complexities of life. Now, as she navigated these responsibilities on her own, he felt a growing sense of helplessness. It was as though his role as her protector and caretaker was slowly shifting, and he was struggling to find his place in this new dynamic.

Every time he saw Naomi pack her lunch or handle a situation with the maturity of someone far beyond her years, he was reminded of how quickly she was growing up. It was a process he had both anticipated and dreaded—the inevitable moment when his little girl would no longer need him to do everything for her. He had always imagined himself as the one to guide her through every challenge, but she was proving that she could handle much of it on her own. Save for the few times she couldn’t.

Naomi's senior year was a whirlwind of academic ambition and teenage milestones. She immersed herself in her studies, balancing high school classes with college courses that would count toward her future degree. The demands were intense, but Naomi tackled them with a dedication that left Spencer both impressed and worried. Her days were consumed with textbooks, research papers, and late-night study sessions. She rarely had time for herself, but her determination was unshakable.

One morning, Spencer woke abruptly to the shrill sound of the fire alarm and the clatter of something heavy hitting the floor. Disoriented, he stumbled out of bed and followed the chaos to the kitchen. There, he found Naomi frantically running her textbook under the faucet. The water splashed everywhere, mixing with the aroma of burnt toast and the sizzling of something in a pan. The fire alarm continued to blare as Spencer took in the scene.

Naomi looked up, her face flushed with panic and embarrassment. “Dad, I’m sorry! I was trying to read while making lunch and got distracted. The book got too close to the stove, and now it's ruined.”

Spencer could hardly contain his laughter despite the situation. The sight of his daughter, so focused on saving her textbook from the flames, was both exasperating and endearing. He rushed to turn off the fire alarm and helped clean up the mess. “It’s okay, Naomi. Books can be replaced.“

Despite the minor disaster, Naomi’s resolve remained unshaken. Her graduation was on the horizon, and only getting closer each day.

Spencer could see the stress etched into her face, the way her shoulders would tense up when the topic of college came up. The once-familiar ease in their conversations was often replaced by short, clipped responses and the occasional lashing out when he asked about her decision. The process of selecting a college was more overwhelming than she had anticipated. There were so many factors to consider: the right programs, financial aid, proximity to home, and the daunting idea of leaving behind everything she had known and discover things alone. Spencer understood that the weight of these choices was heavy, but it didn’t make it any easier when their conversations would turn tense.

Naomi’s frustration sometimes bubbled over. She would snap at Spencer when he tried to offer advice or gently nudge her towards making a decision. “Dad, it’s not that simple,” she’d say, her tone sharp. The stress of the decision-making process made her lash out at the people she loved most. But she always came back with an apology, her eyes softening as she sought forgiveness and understanding. “I’m sorry, Dad,” she’d say, “It’s just... I’m really stressed.”

One of her main concerns was finding a college close to home. She wanted to stay nearby, perhaps not entirely out of a desire to remain in Spencer’s orbit but also due to the comfort of familiarity. She wanted to be close enough to visit when needed, to stay connected to her roots while embarking on this new chapter.

Spencer, though supportive, gently reminded her that wherever she went, there would inevitably be cases, and his work would require him to travel. “You know, Naomi,” he’d say with a smile, “There’s bound to be a case wherever you are. But that just means I’ll have a reason to visit. I’ll be around.”

She would look at him with a sarcastic smile, shaking her head. “Oh, great, Dad. That’s definitely something you should tell your daughter. ‘Hey Naomi, crazed killer out here while you’re out here alone.’”

Despite her sarcasm, Spencer knew that beneath it all, she was comforted by his presence and the reassurance that no matter where she ended up, he would be there to support her. Her decisions were ultimately her own, but the bond they shared provided a steady foundation as she navigated the complexities of her future.

When graduation rolled around, Naomi was up early, shuffling around in her room for hours. She didn’t have to be leave until 10 but she was ready by 7. Spencer looked at her. She wore a white dress and a pair of heels. She’d gone on a shopping spree with the girls. He noticed the little gold bracelet Rossi had given to her as a child, only it was now chained to a necklace.

“Dad,” she said, “what time are you going to be there?”

“I’m picking up Morgan and Garcia at around 10:30 and we’ll be there by 11.”

Naomi sighed. “Okay.” She looked relieved.

The ceremony was a blend of proud smiles and bittersweet farewells. Spencer sat among the audience, surrounded by other parents and family members, all eager to see their children walk across the stage. When Naomi’s name was called, he stood up, his heart swelling with pride as he watched her stride confidently toward the podium.

As the graduates received their diplomas, Spencer scanned the crowd. His gaze fell on Derek, who was sitting a seats away. Beneath his sunglasses, Spencer saw a single tear slip down Derek’s cheek. It was a simple, unguarded moment, but it was enough to break the dam of Spencer’s own emotions. His eyes welled up, and he found himself fighting back a flood of tears.

After the ceremony, amidst a sea of graduates, family members, and friends, Naomi finally spotted Spencer. He stood with a proud smile, scanning the crowd for her. When their eyes met, she pushed through the throng and ran into his arms. Their embrace was a tight, heartfelt moment—one filled with the pride and joy of her achievement and the relief and happiness of the occasion.

As they pulled back from the hug, Naomi smiled brightly, her eyes shimmering with the excitement of the day. Spencer, equally beaming, pulled out his phone and they took a quick photo together, capturing the moment perfectly. Naomi's graduation cap perched jauntily atop her head, and Spencer's pride was evident in the way he held her close. The photo, now framed, sits proudly on Spencer’s desk at work.

Spencer and Naomi returned home after a celebratory dinner with family and friends. The house was filled with a sense of accomplishment and the sweet remnants of the evening’s festivities. Naomi looked around, her eyes filled with gratitude as she approached Spencer.

“Dad,” she began, her voice soft but sincere. “Thank you for everything. For supporting me through all of this. I couldn’t have done it without you.”

Spencer enveloped her in a warm hug, his heart full as he whispered, “I’m so proud of you, Naomi. You’ve worked so hard, and you’ve grown into an amazing person. This is just the beginning of so many wonderful things.”

As Naomi pulled away, her smile brightened the room, a reflection of the years of growth and achievement. The journey from her first day of kindergarten to her high school graduation had been filled with challenges, triumphs, and countless moments of joy. And as they stood together in their home, Spencer knew that whatever came next, Naomi was ready to face it with the same courage and determination that had brought her this far.

As Naomi transitioned from childhood into her teenage years and beyond, her physical changes became more pronounced, reflecting the growth and experiences that shaped her into the young woman she was becoming. By the time she entered high school, Naomi had already quit swimming, a sport that had once defined a significant part of her life. Her face, though still retaining some of the roundness from her baby years, had begun to change. Her features had refined, taking on a more defined and mature appearance, though the warmth of her childhood smile remained. The once-familiar softness of her cheeks gave way to the subtle contours of adolescence, but there was a timeless quality in her expression that hinted at her earlier years.

Her height was now striking, almost matching Spencer’s own. She had grown tall—taller than he had initially expected—and was nearing the point where she could look him directly in the eyes. The physical change was accompanied by a gracefulness that came from years of swimming, even if she had long since left the sport behind. Her posture was one of self-assurance and confidence, never slouching or trying to make herself appear smaller.

Spencer often caught her trying on his blazers, sneaking them out of the house in the mornings to complement her outfits, their shoulders slightly oversized on her but still fitting her frame in a way that made her look both sophisticated and a little playful. He noticed how her style had evolved, a mix of youthful enthusiasm and growing elegance. The blazers, with their structured fit, contrasted with her more casual clothing, and whenever he saw her in them, it was a reminder of how much she had grown.

Despite her height and the more pronounced features of her adolescence, Naomi carried herself with a sense of dignity and poise. There was never any attempt to shrink or hide her presence; she stood tall and confident, embodying the strength and self-assuredness that Spencer had always admired in her. He knew it was the confidence instilled in her from such a young age. The transformation from the little girl who had once clung to his side was complete, and now, as a young woman, she faced the world with the same determination and grace.

The day for her to go off to college had arrived, and Naomi was finally moving into her dorm. The campus buzzed with new beginnings, and Spencer felt a profound sense of emptiness as he helped her unpack. He had expected this transition to be challenging, but nothing quite prepared him for the quiet ache that settled in his chest. His days had been filled with the rhythm of her life—rushing to practices, late-night study sessions, and shared conversations. Now, that rhythm had come to a halt.

The two of them unpacked everything that same day. Spencer was in no rush to leave and Naomi was in no rush to kick him out. Naomi tried to put on a brave face, but her emotions were barely contained. As they finished unpacking the last of her things, she took him by the arm and walked with him to his car. Each step felt heavier, weighted down by the reality of this milestone.

At the car, she hesitated, her voice trembling. “Dad, I’ll call every day. I promise. I know this is hard, but I’m going to be okay.”

Her words were as much for her own reassurance as they were for him. She tried to steady her nerves, knowing she was only an hour away from home and that she’d be fine. Yet, the enormity of leaving home, even for just a short distance, felt overwhelming. Spencer, his face etched with both pride and sadness, nodded and pulled her into a final, lingering hug.

Spencer could see the tears welling in her eyes. He placed his hand on her shoulder, offering a reassuring smile that he hoped would convey his pride and love. “I know you will, Naomi. You’re ready for this. I just have one more thing for you.”

From the backseat of his car, Spencer retrieved a worn, pink blanket. The fabric was soft and familiar, carrying the faint, comforting scent of home. He unfolded it slowly, the edges fraying slightly from years of use. His fingers traced the well-loved material, each thread a reminder of countless nights spent cradling a younger Naomi, soothing her to sleep.

His voice wavered as he spoke, the effort to hold back his tears evident in the catch of his breath. “This is the blanket that was wrapped around you when I found you on my desk. I put it away so you could have it for your kids, but I thought you’d like to have something from home.”

Naomi's eyes widened. Her breath hitched, and tears spilled over as she clutched it to her chest, the comfort of its presence bringing a sense of familiarity and solace amidst the uncertainty.

“I remember,” he continued, his voice breaking. “You were so small, so fragile.” He let out a breathy laugh. “You were so tiny and you just looked at me with these big beady eyes the first morning I had you.”

“Dad. You’re going to make me cry.”

"When I picked you up, you laughed." He wiped away his tears. "I knew in that moment that you and me- that we'd be okay and now look at you."

Naomi choked out a sob, glancing at a group of people walking by with takeout boxes.

Spencer’s heart ached at the thought of parting with the blanket, with Naomi, but he knew it was important for Naomi to have something that connected her to her past, to him. It wasn’t just a blanket; it was a piece of their shared history, a reminder of the love and care that had always been there.

Naomi looked at the blanket, then back at her father, her own tears now freely flowing. She took it from his hands, holding it close to her chest. “Thank you, Dad,” she whispered, her voice choked with emotion. “I’ll keep it with me, always.”

Spencer took a deep breath, fighting to steady his voice. “Naomi, you’re on your own now. I’ve done all I can as your dad. I’m always going to be here for you, but this is your journey now. My job is done.”

They stood there for a moment, the words hanging between them. The blanket, once a symbol of safety and warmth, now represented the bridge between childhood and adulthood. Naomi looked up at him, her face a mix of sadness and gratitude. Spencer could see the strength and resilience in her eyes, the same qualities that had carried her through so many challenges.

“Thank you,” she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Spencer pulled her into a final embrace, holding her close. “I love you, Naomi. More than anything.”

As they parted, Naomi wiped her tears, her resolve returning. Spencer watched as she turned and walked back toward her dorm, the blanket clutched in her hands. Each step she took marked a new chapter in her life, and though he was filled with a profound sense of loss, he was also bursting with pride. His little girl was all grown up, ready to face the world on her own terms.

He climbed into his car, the engine’s rumble filling the silence. As he drove away, he glanced back one last time, seeing Naomi’s tall figure standing at the edge of the sidewalk, a blend of excitement and apprehension in her stance. Spencer knew that this was a beginning, not an end. His role had shifted, but his love and support would always be with her, guiding her from afar.

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Healing Heart

Pairing: David Rossi x female reader 

WC: 2618

Sitting at the round table with Luke and JJ, David Rossi was deep in conversation about the Sicarius case when Emily entered the room with a new woman by her side. "I'd like to introduce everyone to Agent YN YLN. She's officially joining the BAU," Emily announced, her confidence evident in her tone. "And before anyone says anything, I fully support her addition to our team. She's a top-notch agent and a dear friend of mine."

David smiled warmly at the newcomer, recognizing the determined glint in your eyes that mirrored his own passion for solving cases. "Welcome to the team, Agent YLN," he said, extending a hand in greeting. Luke and JJ followed suit, offering their own words of welcome.

As the team settled back into discussing the details of the Sicarius case, you listened intently, your sharp mind already piecing together connections and potential leads. Your presence brought a new energy to the room, injecting fresh perspectives and ideas into the ongoing investigation.

Over the coming weeks, you proved herself to be an invaluable asset to the BAU. Your expertise and quick thinking helped crack the toughest of cases, earning you respect and admiration from your colleagues. And as time passed, a strong bond formed between you and the rest of the team, united by your shared dedication to seeking justice and bringing closure to those affected by heinous crimes.

Together, you faced each new challenge head-on, knowing that your combined skills and unwavering determination made them a formidable force in the field of criminal profiling. You quickly assimilated into the dynamics of the team, each member bringing their unique strengths to the table. David found himself drawn to your quiet confidence and keen intellect, admiring the way you approached each case with a mix of empathy and razor-sharp focus.

As you worked long hours side by side, poring over case files and brainstorming strategies, a deep friendship blossomed between David and YN. Your connection was built on mutual respect and shared experiences in the field, forging a bond that went beyond professional camaraderie. David found himself confiding in you about his doubts and insecurities, finding solace in your understanding gaze and unwavering support.

One rainy evening, as you were the last ones in the office reviewing evidence from their latest case, David couldn't help but notice how the soft glow of the desk lamp illuminated your features, casting a warm and inviting light around you. The air between you seemed charged with unspoken words, the tension palpable as you both lingered in the quiet of the dimly lit room. David cleared his throat, breaking the silence that had settled between you.

“YN, I... I just wanted to say how much I value your presence on the team. Your insights and dedication have truly made a difference in our work," David began, his voice earnest as he searched your eyes for any sign of reciprocation.

You met his gaze, a soft smile playing on your lips as you replied, "David, the feeling is mutual. Working alongside you has been a privilege, and I admire your commitment to seeking justice for the victims we serve."

The admission hung in the air, lingering like a question waiting to be answered. David felt his heart race as he gathered his courage, the weight of unspoken emotions urging him forward. Without another word, he closed the distance between them, cupping your face in his hands as he leaned in to capture your lips in a tender kiss. The world seemed to fade away as the warmth of the moment enveloped them, each heartbeat echoing the unspoken feelings that had blossomed between them.

As they pulled back slightly, their eyes met in a silent exchange filled with a myriad of emotions. David's gaze held a mixture of hope and uncertainty, silently asking for permission to continue. Your eyes sparkled with a newfound light, reflecting the depth of your own feelings as you brought your hand up to rest on his cheek.

"I've been wanting to do that for a long time," you whispered, your voice barely above a breath as a smile tugged at the corners of your lips.

David couldn't contain the surge of joy that welled up within him, a radiant smile breaking across his face as he realized that his feelings were reciprocated. Without a word, he pulled you into an embrace, holding you close as if finally finding a missing piece of himself. In that moment, the world outside the office ceased to exist for David and YN. The only thing that mattered was the warmth of each other's presence, the shared connection that had been growing stronger with every case they solved together.

As they held each other, a sense of peace settled over them, a silent understanding passing between their intertwined souls. It was a moment of pure contentment, of knowing that they had found something special in each other amidst the chaos and darkness of their work.

After a while, they reluctantly pulled away from each other, their eyes locked in a silent conversation filled with promises for the future. David reached out to gently brush a stray strand of hair from YN's face, his touch sending a shiver down her spine.

"YN," he began, his voice soft but brimming with emotion. "I care about you more than words can express. This... what we have... it's something I don't want to lose. I never expected to feel anything like this again after Krystal."

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You stood next to Emily when you found out that David has been kidnapped by Sicarius. You attempt to conceal your immense anxiety, but it's futile - Emily can see right through you in this highly emotional state.

Your hands trembled slightly as the news of David's kidnapping sank in, a wave of fear and desperation crashing over you. Emily placed a comforting hand on your shoulder, her expression mirroring your own concern as she spoke with a reassuring tone.

"We'll find him, YN. We have the best team on it, and we won't rest until David is back safe with us," Emily vowed, her unwavering confidence a source of strength in the midst of uncertainty.

Gripping tightly onto the hope that David would be rescued unharmed, you joined the rest of the team in mobilizing all available resources to track down Sicarius and bring him to justice. The hours stretched into days as you tirelessly worked to unravel the clues left behind by the cunning unsub, each lead bringing you closer to finding David but never close enough.

Emotions ran high within the team, tensions flaring as the urgency of the situation weighed heavily on everyone. But amidst the chaos and pressure, a sense of unity and determination prevailed, a shared goal driving you all forward in the relentless pursuit of bringing David home safely.

As days turned into nights filled with restless anticipation, you found solace in the unwavering support of your teammates. Luke's steadfast determination bolstered your spirits, his unwavering loyalty a testament to the bond forged through countless cases solved together. JJ's compassionate presence provided a comforting anchor amidst the storm of emotions threatening to overwhelm you at any moment.

But it was Emily who stood by your side every step of the way, her fierce loyalty and unyielding resolve a constant source of strength. Together, you tirelessly sifted through evidence, chasing down leads with a determination fueled by the shared desire to see David return unharmed.

The unsub’s wife was able to get David’s location. Without hesitation, the team mobilized, preparing to launch a coordinated raid on the suspected location. Adrenaline coursed through your veins as you geared up for the operation, your mind focused on one thing and one thing only - bringing David home safe and sound.

As Luke finally managed to uncover David from the hidden bunker, a wave of relief washed over you as you rushed to his side. His face was paler than usual, his clothes dirty and torn, but his eyes held a flicker of gratitude and exhaustion as he looked up at you. Without hesitation, you knelt down beside him, gently taking his hand in yours as a silent reassurance of your presence.

"David," you whispered, your voice trembling with unshed tears. "We found you. You're safe now."

A weak smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he squeezed your hand, the weight of the ordeal slowly dissipating in the comfort of your touch. The team quickly moved in to extract David from the bunker, providing medical attention and ensuring his physical well-being before any further debriefing.

As you sat by his bedside in the hospital room, the rest of the team filtering in and out to check on him, a sense of overwhelming gratitude flooded your heart, knowing that he was finally safe and back in your midst. The harrowing experience had left its mark on David, his usual resilience tested to the limits by the trauma he had endured. But as you gazed at him, propped up on the hospital bed with a quiet strength in his eyes, you knew that he would emerge from this stronger than ever.

The quiet moments you shared by his side were filled with unspoken words and a profound sense of understanding. As David recounted the events of his kidnapping and captivity, you listened with a mixture of anger and compassion, your hand never leaving his as if grounding him in the reality of your presence.

His voice was hoarse from disuse, but every word he spoke resonated with a depth of emotion that touched your soul. The realization of how close you had come to losing him lingered in the air like a silent specter, a reminder of just how fragile and precious life truly was.

In those hushed moments, as day turned into night outside the hospital room, a newfound sense of clarity crystallized within you. The brush with losing David had stripped away any lingering doubts or fears, leaving behind a profound certainty that his place in your life was irreplaceable.

As he spoke, his eyes locked onto yours, a silent plea for understanding and acceptance shining through the exhaustion that etched lines on his face. With a gentle touch, you reached out to caress his cheek, the warmth of your palm a tender reassurance of your unwavering support.

"David," you began, your voice soft but filled with conviction. "I can't imagine my life without you in it. This experience has only made me realize how much you mean to me, how much I care for you."

His gaze searched yours, layers of vulnerability and gratitude swirling in the depths of his eyes as he absorbed your words. A flicker of something resembling hope sparked in his expression, a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken feelings that had blossomed.

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David pushed you against the closed door of his house, passionately kissing your lips. Your pulse quickened as David's kiss ignited a fire within you, the intensity of his touch sending a wave of desire coursing through your veins. In that moment, all previous hesitations melted away, leaving only the raw magnetism between you and David.

His hands moved with purpose, trailing a path of electric sensation along your skin as he deepened the kiss, a silent declaration of the emotions that had simmered beneath the surface for so long. The world outside faded into insignificance as you surrendered to the moment, allowing yourself to be enveloped by the intoxicating allure of his embrace.

With a sudden burst of urgency, David lifted you effortlessly off the ground, carrying you towards the awaiting couch in the living room. The air crackled with anticipation as he laid you down gently, his eyes locked onto yours with an unspoken question that begged for consent.

A silent understanding passed between you, a mutual agreement forever sealed with a fervent kiss that spoke volumes of unspoken promises. As clothes became a mere obstacle in the throes of passion, the lingering shadows of doubt and fear were banished by the fierce intensity of your connection with David. Each touch, each caress, was a testament to the depth of emotion that bound you together, transcending words in a symphony of desire and longing.

David's lips moved from your mouth to your neck, leaving a trail of scorching kisses that caused your skin to tingle. His deep voice whispered in your ear, "I need you, Y/N. I need to be inside you."

Your heart raced with excitement as you nodded, giving him permission to claim you. David took his time, savoring each inch of your body before finally reaching his destination.

With a devilish grin, he positioned himself between your legs. His impressive erection was already hard and ready for you. He wasted no time, entering you slowly at first to allow you to adjust to his size. Your muscles clenched around him as he stretched you wide, eliciting a gasp from you.

A deep moan escaped David's lips as he began to thrust, his hips moving in perfect sync with yours. Your bodies danced together, the rhythm of his cock sliding in and out of your wet warmth driving both of you wild.

You could feel David's strength as he flexed his muscles, holding himself above you with determination. His eyes never left yours, filled with desire and adoration.

As he increased the pace of his thrusts, David's breaths became ragged and his grip on your hips grew tighter. With every thrust, your heart beat faster and faster, matching the rhythm of his movements.

"Yes, David," you panted, barely able to speak as your pleasure intensified with each passing moment. "Take me."

And he did just that, thrusting into you with a powerful surge that filled you completely. You arched your back and cried out in ecstasy, feeling the friction of his shaft as it plunged into you over and over again.

With an animalistic growl, David's hips moved even faster and harder, his pace becoming erratic as he made love to you with primal intensity. Your walls tightened around him, drawing out a deep groan of pleasure from him with each thrust.

"Faster, David," you urged, grinding your hips against his. "Make me yours."

He obliged, driving into you with unrelenting determination. His thrusts were deep and forceful, hitting your most sensitive spot with every movement. The sensation was overwhelming as you reached the peak of your pleasure, your body trembling with the strength of your climax.

"David!" you cried out, your voice echoing through the room as your eyes rolled back in pure bliss.

Feeling your muscles clench around him, David lost control and joined you in release. He roared out your name, his pleasure mingling with yours as he spilled his seed deep inside you.

For what felt like an eternity, you lay trembling in each other's arms, both of your bodies drenched in sweat and completely satisfied. As your breathing slowly returned to normal, David pulled out of you, leaving a wet trail along your thighs. He gently pushed a strand of hair away from your face, his expression filled with tenderness and love.

"You are mine, Y/N," he whispered hoarsely. "And I am yours."

You smiled at him and felt the same love and devotion filling your heart. "Always," you promised, tracing the contours of his face with your fingers.

In the aftermath of that all-encompassing moment, as you lay entwined in each other's arms, a sense of peace settled over you like a warm blanket. David's heartbeat echoed against your own, a steady rhythm that anchored you in the present, grounding you in the reality of his unwavering presence.

[gamma-rae-bursts]

Temily anon here, if you’re comfortable with it please give us the essay-long rant!! No worries if you don’t have the spoons for it, but I would love to hear a more in-depth analysis of their relationship, especially if the person telling it is as passionate about it as you are! :)

Hi Temily Anon! Let's pretend I didn't abandon this idea for well over a year. But here I present to you the essay long rant about how Tara and Emily are literally made for each other!

The Temily Thesis - Exploring the Subtle Chemistry and Romantic Potential Between Emily Prentiss and Tara Lewis in Criminal Minds

This essay is dedicated to @/temily anon, without whom this would not be created, as well as the no.1 Temily stan @gaelic-symphony, my no.1 supporter @nightmarish-fae, and the best of best-brainstorming besties @storiesofsvu

Warnings: heavy lean into academic writing lol

Introduction

The two main characters from the American TV show Criminal Minds, the FBI's Behavioural Analysis Unit (BAU) agents, are Emily Prentiss and Tara Lewis. Despite sharing an identical team and comparable professional responsibilities, the characters' relationships and story arcs couldn't be more different. By delving into the possibility of a love connection between Tara Lewis and Emily Prentiss on Criminal Minds, the show expands their dynamic beyond their professional encounters and brings the emphasis closer to a personal bond. Looking at their common history, characteristics, and how their current connection may develop is necessary to explore the possibility of a love relationship between these two characters, even though the show doesn't show it happening. Agent Elle Greenaway's replacement, Emily Prentiss (Paget Brewster), debuted in Season 2. Upon her arrival at the BAU, several of her teammates were skeptical since they believed she had been brought there because of her political ties. Nevertheless, Prentiss quickly showed her value and earned the respect and confidence of her coworkers. Her importance in the BAU grew over time, and she was subsequently named Unit Chief. Debuting in Season 11, dr. Tara Lewis, played by Aisha Tyler, is a forensic psychologist who was called in to assist the BAU while other team members were temporarily absent. Tara, in contrast to Prentiss, was accepted into the squad with open arms. Her unique viewpoint was amplified by her extensive training in forensic psychology, especially in the field of psychopathy.

The Development of Their Relationship and Their Characters Initially a mysterious agent, Prentiss transforms into a powerful and compassionate leader during the series. As the team tackles a multitude of challenges, both in their careers and personal lives, her bond with the whole team, and for the purposes of this rant, Tara, deepens. As Emily takes on more responsibility in the bearou, her bond with Tara becomes more settled in one of professional cooperation and mutual regard. Tara grows into a vital element in the BAU, despite her character development not being quite as exciting as Prentiss's. Even while she and Emily have a professional relationship most of the time, there are times when they bond on a more personal level which shows how strong their collaboration is. Tara is a reliable friend for Emily, especially in difficult instances, thanks to her competence and constant presence.

Analysis of the Professional Relationship between the Characters

The dynamic between Prentiss and her teammates, notably Tara, changed from that of a peer to that of a leader as she rose through the ranks of the BAU. Decisiveness, sensitivity, and an in-depth knowledge of her team were hallmarks of Prentiss's outstanding leadership abilities. She frequently consulted Tara for her psychological insights throughout cases, and her leadership approach encouraged team cohesiveness and trust. As a forensic psychology specialist, Tara frequently contributed to the team's case-solving efforts by providing in-depth psychological examinations of suspects. The efforts that Tara made were much appreciated, even if she did not take on a formal leadership position like Prentiss. Both Emily and Tara respected one another; Prentiss was a strong leader, and Tara was an expert in mental health, so it was no surprise that the two had a warm relationship.

Analysis of the Personal Relationship between the Characters

As a trusted friend for her coworkers, Prentiss is known for the deep emotional ties she has with them. Respect and unwavering loyalty are the foundation of her relationships with her teammates. Emily develops a close bond with Tara after years of working with her professionally. This becomes especially clear in later seasons when Prentiss puts her trust in Tara's intuition and judgment at crucial moments. Tara and Emily have a more professional relationship based on trust. Emily's fiery and protective personality is balanced by Tara's cool and collected attitude. Tara is less dramatic than Prentiss, but she proves her devotion by standing behind Prentiss's decisions, even when those are difficult or controversial.

The Evolution from Professional to Personal Relationship

From Tara's joining the team it has been painfully evident that there is a high potential for more than a platonic relationship between the characters. Emily and Tara's common experiences within the BAU are one of the greatest possible triggers for a love connection. As a team, they endure the psychological toll of dealing with terrible crimes, which holds a high potential for strengthening their bond. Emily and Tara's capacity to lean on one another during these challenging moments has the potential to strengthen their bond beyond that of friends and colleagues. Emily and Tara are both highly intelligent, driven women who share a deep commitment to their work. Their intellectual compatibility could be the foundation for a romantic relationship, as they would be able to engage in meaningful conversations and understand the complexities of each other’s professional lives. Additionally, their emotional compatibility—Emily’s empathetic nature and Tara’s calm, grounded presence—could provide a balanced dynamic where both partners complement each other’s strengths and weaknesses. If the writes decided to go into a romance between these two, the foundation for the relationship has already been laid out in previous episodes, the deep conversations between the two characters, opening up to one another on a deeper level, sharing more vulnerable times, and learning to lean on one other more emotionally give a perfect opportunity for expanding the relationship between the two women from simply platonic to a romantic connection. On top of that, in the latest seasons introduction of Tara's new love interest quickly followed by a break of the relationship forms a greater foundation for introduction of a love potential between Tara and Emily.

Given Emily's hesitancy for developing strong emotional connections, it's not out of the question that her feelings for Tara may have already progressed beyond simple admiration and respect and into something more personal, but she is simply too hesitant to admit them to herself, let alone Tara.

Underlying Chemistry and Compatibility

Emily Prentiss is known for her fierce independence, yet she also has a lot of compassion and is very devoted to her team. Throughout her career, she has consistently developed strong bonds with her teammates. Her ability to manage her emotions while still meeting her professional obligations has been on display in her leadership job, which bodes well for a more intimate relationship with someone she admires and trusts, such as Tara. In contrast, Tara Lewis is level-headed, collected, and motivated by her intelligence. Her training in forensic psychology betrays an empath who places a premium on listening, expression, and complexity of feeling. Tara would be a reliable and encouraging companion for Emily because of her level-headed and considerate attitude to all interactions. The chemistry between Emily Prentiss and Tara Lewis is rooted in their shared experiences, complementary personalities, and the way they interact on both professional and personal levels. Chemistry, in this context, refers to the unspoken connection and mutual understanding that can naturally evolve into a deeper relationship. While Emily is a complex character, marked by her resilience, intelligence, and empathy, Tara is characterized by her calm, analytical nature. The chemistry between Prentiss and Tara could be seen in how these complementary traits interact. Both Prentiss and Tara excel in their respective roles—Prentiss as a leader and strategist, and Tara as a psychological expert. Their professional interactions are marked by mutual respect and a recognition of each other’s expertise. This professional respect can be a foundation for deeper personal chemistry, as it is built on admiration for the qualities that each brings to the team. Throughout the series, Prentiss and Tara have worked together on numerous cases, often relying on each other’s insights and instincts. Their successful collaboration, particularly in high-pressure situations, could naturally lead to a closer bond. The ability to work seamlessly together, understanding each other’s methods and thought processes, creates a sense of partnership that can easily extend beyond the professional realm.

Conclusion

To conclude this very academically written rant, I just wanna express my hopes that Temily is going to become canon, considered all of the above I think this would be a perfect wrap up to the show and giving the audience exactly what they want. The characteristics of both of the women outlined above work together in a great harmony, as it is known that both of them always have each others backs. Note to writers: please give us Temily.

Thank you.

Tags: @inlovewithmiddleagewomen @venromanova

[randomfoggytiger]

X-Files Attachment Styles: An Avoidance Shared by Two

Was reading this beautiful post and had some thoughts.

**Note**: Will ghost edit later~

In light of the Attachment styles posited by @agent-troi, it makes sense why Scully and Mulder developed their unspoken so early on.

If Mulder is Anxious-Avoidant, then it makes sense why he sidesteps voicing his needs and especially his wants, fearing rejection from his support system (parents, girlfriends, friends, partners, etc.)

If Scully is Secure-Avoidant, then it makes sense why she is able to balance a strong sense of self with the need for reciprocal affection and an inability to show her "weakness" or reliance on another person.

But because she's an intelligent woman, Scully would've realized Mulder communicates more efficiently with his hands and eye contact than with his words. Physical touch doesn't seem to be a problem from as early on as the Pilot; but keeping close proximity to her partner in strained moments that crack her "strength" is more of a challenge (ex. Irresistible, Memento Mori, Elegy, A Christmas Carol, Emily, etc.)

Despite Mulder being her priority since Tooms, it took Scully seven years to resolve her avoidant issues, making peace with her ability to pick the right choice (a fear stemming back to the rabbit she'd rescued and accidentally killed) and truly embracing life for what it was.

And because he's an intelligent man, Mulder would've realized Scully needs to hear reciprocal affection from time to time (or else, like you said, she jumps to Never Again and FTF and All Things conclusions.) Most of his compliments early on were spoken to the wind (E.B.E.'s "I think it's remotely plausible someone might think you're hot") or to other people (Irresistible's "pretty woman" and Syzygy's "rigid in a wonderful way", etc.) Never Again was the shakeup that caused Mulder to start making more advances towards Scully (as opposed to Home's rapid withdrawal when she angled his banter more seriously) progressing from "I knew you would tell me if I was making a mistake" to "You're my one in five billion" to "You kept me honest, made me a whole person" to, finally, "You are my constant, my touchstone."

Despite Scully being his priority since One Breath, it took Mulder four years to realize he could lose Scully and begin to dig deep and work hard to prove that he not only wanted but needed her. The real change happened over six years in-- "another life, another world"-- and culminated in an act of impulsive courage that led to their no-excuses-left-to-give kiss in Millennium.

(And isn't it interesting that both of their psychological pivots happened after getting a glimpse of what their life "could have been", i.e. Amor Fati and All Things respectively?)

Lastly, I think both of them recognized the Avoidant nature of the other: Scully had patience when Mulder ran off to the next big mystery instead of wanting a "normal" life with her (The Jersey Devil, bits in War of the Coprophages, Quagmire, Home, Detour, Dreamland, Arcadia, etc.); and Mulder didn't expect but learned to understand whenever Scully pushed him out of her personal walls (the slow build from Beyond the Sea to Never Again, Leonard Betts, Memento Mori, Elegy, Gethsemane, Emily, etc.)

(Sidenote: This dynamic would be yet another layer to their behavior in Never Again: Scully needed affirmation; but Mulder, having never seen or expected this side from her, thought she was gearing up to abandon him. By the end it's all cleared up... but neither is content with their separate but parallel awakenings-- my thoughts on the script here, in-depth meta here, and in-depth Typing post here.)

Conclusion?

Not much at this point, but I think the confident takeaway would be that-- really-- Mulder and Scully grew into their own with each other.

Thanks for reading~

Enjoy!

[obxqveens-a]

𖥸 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐧 𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐫 — early-twenties, kook. much like the cameron family, the butler's have a long history in kildare. emily's father is a wealthy, successful businessman who attended college with ward cameron and her mother runs various charities and is on the board at the local hospital. with wealth and popularity, emily has always had it easy and prefers it that way. she's never been told no a day in her life and has everything at her disposal, including a trail of ex and potential boyfriends. the only person whose every really given her shit is rafe cameron, ward's son. he's been in her life since infancy and they bicker like siblings. fc ; emily alyn lind 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲: heterosexual. 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲: carl & melissa (parents). 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: college student. 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐬: partying, hanging out with friends, being the center of attention, flirting, playing the violin, watching dumb comedies, doom scrolling, making grwm videos. 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬: small but mighty, persistent, self serving, confidant, vivacious, intuitive, smart, bratty when she doesn't get her way, petty, defiant. 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬: not getting what she wants, being challenged, losing, pogues and anyone else outside of her social circle. 𝐳𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧: pisces.

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𝐝𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐲 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐞 — late-teens to early twenties, pogue-kook. daisy was adopted by her parents only months after birth. her biological mother was a drug addict and her father is unknown. she has a seven year old half-sister named poppy who she is very close to. shyness and social anxiety often keeps her from having new experiences and she spends a lot of time alone by choice. very friendly with fellow pogues kie, sarah, john b, and pope even though financially daisy's somewhere between a kook and a pogue herself. she's had a secret crush on jj maybank for years, but has never had the guts to mention it. she battled bulimia throughout middle school and has been in recovery for two years. because of her bouts with depression and body dysmorphia, the road hasn't been easy. she works part time at a local hole in the wall seafood restaurant, the crab shack, and tutors rich kids during the school year. whenever a kook is failing a class - especially the athletes with a lot on the line - the guidance counselor sends them to her, so she is well known among them. it provides supplemental income that she's been saving for college. fc ; kristine froseth 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲: heterosexual. 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲: mark & julia (adoptive parents), poppy (adoptive younger sister) 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: high school student, waitress at the crab shack restaurant, & tutor. 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐬: swimming, surfing, reading, sports, the outdoors. 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬: book smart, level headed, supportive, a problem solver, inherently kind, empathetic, shy. 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬: bullying, small talk, violence. 𝐳𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧: virgo

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𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐰𝐬𝐨𝐧 — early-twenties, kook. an extremely popular it girl on the island who turns heads when she enters a room. ginny's parents are both involved in local politics and the lawson's are a well known, respecting family in kildare. since middle school, ginny has been modeling and has a strong following as a social media influencer and instagram model. because of the income she's been able to make, ginny maintains a party lifestyle, showing up at every party on the island and traveling with friends. fc ; alisha boe 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲: heterosexual. 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲: derran & stephanie (parents), one older brother. 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: influencer & aspiring model. 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐬: shopping, dj-ing, clubs, parties, hanging out with friends, laying out at the beach, creating content, organizing photoshoots. 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬: witty, charming, spoiled, a party animal, ambitious, fun, always distracted. 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬: most pogues, debbie downer's, anyone who tells her no. 𝐳𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧: capricorn.

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𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥 𝐫𝐨𝐣𝐚𝐬 — early-twenties, pogue. isabel grew up poor and was looked down on by most of the kids her age, but found a way to turn it into a positive. it motivated her to find something that she loved and make a living out of it. despite her parents wanting her to apply to ivy league schools, isabel decided to go to a four year state college and then to hair school instead. she found a job at a local salon and was able to move out on her own. her life is simple, but she's happy and doesn't need much to feel accomplished. fc ; rachel zegler 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲: bisexual (no preference). 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲: marco & pria (parents). 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: hair stylist. 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐬: rom-coms & period dramas, coming up with new hair styles, chatting with her clients, cooking, photography, taking long walks on the beach, hiking, swimming, antique shopping, knitting, spending time with her dogs. 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬: easy to get along with, sweet, approachable, sensitive, strong willed, hard working, loyal, flirtatious. 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬: bullies, cruelty. 𝐳𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧: cancer.

father is a fisherman, mother is a teacher, has three older sisters.

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𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 — late-teens to early-twenties, pogue. raised by a single mother with a new boyfriend every week. nothing was the same from one day to the next and there was zero stability. instead of playing with dolls, katie preferred collecting action figures, reading comic books, and playing outside with the boys. anything to be out of the house and away from the chaos. her interest in cars came from hanging around boys constantly and she learned how to work on engines in cars, boats, motorcycles, you name it. she found solace in being good at something. naturally katie got a job at a mechanic shop in the cut at sixteen, but it didn't come without problems and scrutiny. as a petite blonde that resembled a barbie, her male co-workers and customers found it hard to take her seriously... until she proved them wrong, outdoing the other employees. katie tries to keep to herself and stay out of trouble, but that rarely happens. trouble seems to follow her. fc ; josephine langford 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲: bisexual (male leaning) 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲: goldie (mother), father unknown. 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: mechanic. 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐬: sports, surfing, video games, live music, dive bars, hiking, boating, watching football. 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬: independent, confident, friendly, adventurous, feisty, resourceful, a tomboy. 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬: being talked down to, disrespect, unwanted flirting. 𝐳𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧: aquarius

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𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞 — early-twenties, pogue. millie is the oldest daughter of big john and the older sister of john b. she’s known for being a magnet for bad relationships, getting into fights with pogues and kooks, and causing trouble around the island. the local police are very familiar with her. she’s resented big john since her mother left and he wouldn’t allow her to leave with her. millie’s never missed an opportunity to push the man’s buttons. when he disappeared because of the “stupid treasure” (as she calls it) and was presumed dead, she was worried, but didn’t let it show, preferring to bury the complicated feelings deep. instead, she shut john b out and hopped from one person’s bed to the next, steering clear of the chateau and her brother’s judgment. although, she does pop up every once in a while to make home cooked meals or bring by baked goods. she also isn’t above staying at home if john b needs her. generally, millie is very reckless, hair triggered, lost, and has no idea how to take care of herself or navigate adulthood. fc ; talia ryder 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲: bisexual (no preference) 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲: john b (brother), big john (father), mother unknown. 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: retail associate at the country club golf shop; sells handmade jewelry & glass bongs through her etsy store. 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐬: getting high, laying out on the beach, rollerblading, bike riding, swimming, fishing, jogging, partying, video games, horror movies, cooking & baking, getting involved in physical fights if the situation calls for it. 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬: opinionated, reckless, protective of the people she loves, overly emotional, witty, resilient, loyal, adventurous, creative, artistic 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬: being told what to do (especially if it's big john), being disrespected, party poopers, mean drunks, routines, cops. 𝐳𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧: scorpio.

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𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐧 — late-teens to early twenties, kook. a vivacious ball of energy, olivia is your typical kook princess. she's a fixture at every social event and extremely popular with more friends than she can count. she tends to fall in line with whatever everyone else in her circle are doing, but isn't a bully or mean spirited. material things have been given to her without question since birth, so getting what she wants is all that she knows. this has made it easy for her to use her looks and social status to her advantage. despite being a spoiled brat & having zero self awareness, she does have a good heart. fc ; madison beer 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲: bisexual (male leaning) 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲: larry & donna (parents), connor (older brother), nick (older brother), & harrison (older brother). 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: high school student 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐬: dancing, pop music, makeup tutorial & grwm videos, partying, flirting, shopping, hanging out with friends. 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬: whiney, an airhead, energetic, affectionate, ditzy, overly sensitive, confidant, a romantic. 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬: when anyone is mean or yells at her, being told no. 𝐳𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧: pisces

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𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐛𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐭𝐭 — early-twenties, kook. shelby is the youngest daughter of an affluent, image obsessed family with strong ties to the kildare community. her father is a successful entrepreneur and her mother is an attorney. considered a kook because of her financial status and friend group, shelby doesn't have issues with any pogues. nine times out of ten, she's the voice of reason. in high school, she was rafe cameron's on and off (mostly on) again girlfriend and like himself, experimented with drugs, drank heavily, and was the life of every party. their relationship was toxic with lots of break ups and jealousy on both sides. things took an unexpected turn after a party senior year: the couple were in a car accident and shelby ended up in the hospital with a concussion and alcohol poisoning. when her parents found out that rafe had been driving drunk, an irreparable rift formed between the two families. shelby's parents threatened to cut her off financially for good if she didn't go to rehab, break it off with rafe, and clean up her act. with no other choice, she left for rehab after being released from the hospital, sending rafe a goodbye text. since returning to the outer banks, shelby's been trying to stay on the straight and narrow, avoiding rafe and her friend group. this hasn't proven successful and she's since relapsed multiple times, living a double life. instead of applying to colleges, she spends her days lifeguarding at the local beach and country club and partying at night, becoming a stain on her family's name. fc ; danielle campbell 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲: heterosexual. 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲: richard & claire (parents), harper (older sister) 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: lifeguard 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐬: swimming, surfing, tennis, golf, shopping, partying, bike riding, sailing. 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬: sweet, non-judgmental, defiant, rebellious, spontaneous, fiery, & passionate. 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬: authority figures, being controlled. 𝐳𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧: scorpio 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐬: till death do us part, bonnie & clyde 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: dossier ⋄ threads ⋄ musings ⋄ aesthetic ⋄ desires ⋄ pinterest ⋄ shelby&rafe ⋄ shelby&topper ⋄ shelby&rafe&topper ⋄ shelby&barry ⋄ shelby&rafe&lila

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𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝 — early-twenties, pogue. tough as nails with a sharp tongue, dallas is the youngest daughter in a family of criminals. growing up on the cut was never difficult financially for her family only because her father and uncle's started an illegal, underground fight ring before she was born. they made good money with the business and opened a family gym to train fighters (and as a front). dallas works the front desk and keeps her head down, trying to live as normal of a life as possible. fc ; sophie thatcher 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲: bisexual (no preference). 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲: vincent & caroline (parents), two older brothers, several uncles, nieces, & nephews. 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: front desk clerk at her family's gym. 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐬: video games, 70's punk music, parties, creative writing, poetry, kick boxing, horror movies, hanging out at skate parks. 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬: easy to annoy, a deep thinker, doesn't speak unless spoken to, friendly once she's comfortable around someone. 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬: cops. 𝐳𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧: scorpio

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𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐞 '𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢' 𝐡𝐞𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 — early-twenties, pogue. desi is pope's cousin and much like himself, has always had a lot of bigger goals for herself. she sailed through school and ended up getting into a large university in north carolina. fashion design is her focus and she intends to go to fashion school after graduation. desi is very friendly, a lot of fun to be around, and makes friends wherever she goes. fc ; laura kariuki 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲: pansexual. 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲: pope heyward (cousin) 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: college student & works at a clothing store 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐬: info. 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬: outgoing, talkative, fun loving, positive, sweet, a good listener, creative. 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬: having nothing to do. 𝐳𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧: aries

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𝐞𝐦𝐦𝐚 𝐝𝐮𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐥 — late-teens to early-twenties, pogue-kook. emma is the daughter of a well known pastor in kildare and has grown up in a very religious household. she doesn’t agree with everything that her parents do, but keeps quiet about the conflicting opinions and follows the rules. they’ve shielded her from most normal teenage experiences, so emma is very sheltered and wasn't able to enjoy high school to the fullest. she spends most of her time in youth group, working at the church daycare, and taking college courses online. fc ; olivia scott welch 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲: heterosexual. 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲: don & kerry (parents), two older sisters, two younger brothers. 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: works at a daycare center & runs the church youth group. 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐬: reading, writing in her journal, jogging, sketching, being alone. 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬: shy, quiet, sympathetic, kind, selfless, understanding, fearful of things she's never experienced, self conscious. 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬: extroverts, cold weather, flying on planes. 𝐳𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧: virgo

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𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐭𝐭 — mid-twenties. kook. harper is the long suffering eldest daughter of richard & claire beckett. she has always been resentful of the attention (negative or positive) her parents have given her sister, shelby, who is the black sheep of the family. harper made straight a's, excelled in academics & sports, was accepted into law school, interns at one of the largest firms in the state, and somehow still feels unloved and less than. her anger towards shelby has caused the sisters' relationship to deteriorate and they're constantly at each other's throats, fc ; victoria pedretti 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲: bisexual (male leaning) 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲: richard & claire (parents), shelby (younger sister) 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: law student 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐬: board games, working to achieve her goals, being right, competition, one upping everyone around her, period dramas. 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬: uptight, judgemental, slightly ocd when it comes to cleanliness, stand offish, egotistical, defensive, a know it all. 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬: being challenged, liars. 𝐳𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧: virgo

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𝐣𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐨 — late-teens, pogue. a pogue from day one, jade grew up running around the cut getting into trouble and lived to raise hell. nothing’s changed much. she spends most of her time cutting class to sell weed to mom’s at the local park or surfers on the beach. she’s become one of the most successful dealers on the island and is a permanent fixture at kook and boneyard parties, able to get along with everyone and throw punches if needed. she’s well known for getting high with pogues and riding around town in her 1970 chevy chevelle. fc ; chase sui wonders 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲: bisexual (female leaning) 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲: daniel & ali (parents). 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: high school student & weed dealer. 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐬: video games, smoking weed, vaping, skateboarding, swimming, partying. 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬: a stoner, silly, passive aggressive, a trouble maker, easy going, friendly. 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬: the cops. 𝐳𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧: sagittarius

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𝐯𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐫𝐨𝐞 — mid-forties, pogue. val has been a pogue her entire life, living on the fringes of town. her parents never paid much attention to her and she spent her childhood at the beach, riding her bike through town, and getting in trouble with friends. nowadays she mostly keeps to herself and puts all her energy into running the crab shack, a local seafood restaurant. it's one of the only things she's ever fully committed to or been good at. in her twenties, she had a tumultuous relationship with luke maybank that quickly turned abusive. when val got pregnant, she panicked about raising a baby alone and reluctantly tried to make the relationship work. the abuse continued and her alcoholism became so severe that she left in the middle of the night, leaving a letter. a one year old jj was left behind to be raised by his father and val left town. after getting sober and staying that way for several years, she returned and worked towards opening up her own restaurant. not wanting to disrupt jj's life, she and luke agreed to not tell him who she was. fc ; amy adams 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲: heterosexual. 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲: jj maybank (biological son) note: unless discussed prior to threads, val & luke are the only people who know that jj is her son. 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: owner of the crab shack restaurant 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐬: arcades, the ocean, aquariums, reading about marine life, watching nature documentaries, being alone. 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬: rough around the edges, direct, quiet but speaks up when necessary, tough, protective, resilient, self loathing, & secretive. 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬: most kooks, mistreatment of animals, small children, obnoxious customers. 𝐳𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧: capricorn

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𝐥𝐢𝐥𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧 — five to nine, kook. fc ; violet mcgraw write exclusively with @soughtserenity & @obxland's rafe cameron 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲: rafe cameron (father), shelby beckett-cameron (mother), ward cameron (grandfather), rose cameron (grandmother), sarah cameron (aunt), wheezie cameron (aunt) 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐬: anything barbie themed, board games, playing with stuffed animals, ballet, ice cream, the ocean, aquariums, hanging out with her parents and her friends. 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬: friendly, curious, demanding, talkative, empathetic. 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬: green food, spiders, sharks, scary movies. 𝐳𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧: aries

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𝐩𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐞 — eight to ten, kook-pogue. poppy was adopted by the pierce family three years after her older sister, daisy. she was given up by her parents at birth, but has never been told why. aside from abandonment issues, poppy is well adjusted and very close with her parents and daisy who she's very attached too (some would say too much so). she can usually be found running around in the woods with friends or wandering off somewhere she's not supposed to be. fc ; ariana greenblatt write exclusively with @soughtserenity & @obxland's muses 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲: mark & julia (adoptive parents), daisy (adoptive older sister) 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐬: surfing, soccer, swimming, riding horses, video games. 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬: chaotic, loud, obnoxious, annoying, precocious, nosey, always hungry. 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬: being ignored, feeling abandoned, the dark, rafe cameron. 𝐳𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧: leo

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𝐫𝐞𝐲𝐧𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨-𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐧 — mid to late-twenties, kook. fc ; shay mitchell write exclusively with @soughtserenity's topper thornton 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲: heterosexual. 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲: topper thornton (husband), dante & esmeralda (parents), two older sisters, one younger brother, several nieces & nephews 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: nursing resident. 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐬: making her patients smile, getting her nails done, shopping, reality television (love island, esp.), laying out at the beach, gossiping with her girlfriends or topper, traveling, swimming, tennis, & golf. 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬: high energy, sweet, indecisive, thoughtful, a romantic at heart. 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬: negativity. 𝐳𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧: cancer.

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[ssahotchnerr]

nooo you’re not wrong. i remember reading somewhere that reid’s prison arc was actually planned for hotch which would have been so angsty and devastating and i wish we got it 😭 and literally my mind is now fixated on like how reader would struggle with hotch being in prison and having to put up a front for Jack and just all the things 😩 it would be just sooo angsty especially once he’s back home and having to deal with the repercussions since i feel like aaron needs to have control over things (stemming from his dad) and like there really is nothing he could do about the situation 😭

yes i’ve read the same thing somewhere!!!!

just 😭 can you imagine?!?! like when elle was arrested, aaron contributed a ton to getting her out so quickly, so him being the one imprisoned?? it would’ve been so interesting to see the team trying to figure out how to get him out in a timely manner, emily would still rejoin the team, and they’re all really struggling to do so because they’re not The Aaron Hotchner ™ you know😭 he has his connections, his reputation, but they don’t.

and seeing aaron 🥺 stressing out so much while being locked up — wanting to help the team but can’t, arguing with officers in the prison (🤭) insisting that he needs to make a call to the team or to one of his higher-ups connections who would know firsthand he shouldn’t be in there — he shouldn’t be in there to begin with. just doing anything he can to get out of there. AND worrying about how poor jack is taking it 🥺, especially with how he reacted to the whole SWAT situation. omg jack visiting him during visitation hours 😭😭 and also?!?! i 100% believe reid’s prison arc was meant for hotch because imagine how much more believable the evidence would’ve been? poor spencer was drugged - so aaron having a history of the same thing because of his fight with scratch yk yk it would NOT look good for him 😭 that would be such strong supporting evidence.

and bringing reader into the picture 😭 being so frazzled, so worried, feeling as if the world is just absolutely crumbling apart- like you know how bad it looks for aaron, and not knowing how long he’ll be locked away or how he’s doing 😭 a nightmare. the only peace of mind is knowing that’s it’s not going to be forever - you’re confident that the team will get him out, just not knowing when is the worst. or in the very back of your head - the what if is still there. what if for some reason, they can’t????? and not only would you be worried about aaron, you’re on his mind constantly 🥺 he’s hoping you’re alright, jack too, and he just wants to be in your arms or have you in his arms 😭 but he knows in the meantime too, the team will be looking out for you, helping you and jack with anything you need, and are keeping you safe — thats what’s giving him peace of mind.

and evidently jack would be staying with reader if you haven’t moved in with aaron and him just yet, so pretending not to be worried, feigning enthusiasm that dad is okay 🥺 he’ll be out soon - the aunts and uncles are on it - just so jack isn’t scared 🥺 and the two of you visiting him 😭😭😭😭😭 you’re so close to tears but you refuse to surrender to them - for jack and aaron.

and then, what IF reader and jack are put into witsec to keep them away from scratch 😭 aaron would lose it finding out - just constantly internalizing and remembering what happened when haley and jack were put into hiding 😭 terrified of a similar outcome 😭 and no one close to him - like the team - knowing if you’re exactly safe, or where you are even. an absolute nightmare for him.

and the reunion once it’s all over 🥹🥹🥹 and you’re so right the repercussions omg - just 🥺 aaron being different, trying to find a new normal, how him being away affected jack 😭 and reader not knowing what to do, feeling helpless, feeling so sad that aaron is right next to you but yet still feels so far away 😭

we were so robbed that would’ve been the storyline to end all storylines 😭 JUST SO MUCH ANGST and i wanna make this a fic or a series SO BAD you have no idea

[georgefairbrother]

One of the more interesting casting choices for Henry VIII (aside from Sid James), would have to be Ray Winstone for a 2003 Granada/WGBH mini-series. Winstone made the conscious decision to speak in his natural voice, and played Henry as a boisterous East-London crime-boss with a hint of fading mid-70s Elvis charisma.

He had some very strong support in terms of additional casting; Helena Bonham Carter as Anne Boleyn, David Suchet as Cardinal Wolsey, Mark Strong as the Duke of Norfolk, Assumpta Serna (Sharpe) as Katherine of Aragon, Emilia Fox as Jane Seymour, Emily Blunt as Catherine Howard, and Sean Bean as Robert Aske.

There were a few classic quotes and moments; Norfolk is not confident in portrait artist Hans Holbein’s ability to capture Anne of Cleves ('You know these artistic types, unreliable!'). During negotiations following the Pilgrimage of Grace, King Henry calls Robert Aske 'a cheeky sod', and when Thomas Cromwell (Danny Webb) turns up for his execution, the young, nervous axeman assures Cromwell that he had been practicing all night, then buries the axe twice in Cromwell’s back (complete with sound effects and audience reaction) before finally managing slice off his head, to a big cheer from the crowd.

It was originally to be written by Alan Bleasdale (Boys from the Blackstuff) but it appears that creative differences with the producers and early funding uncertainties led to him being replaced by Peter Morgan.

The series won an International Emmy for most outstanding television movie or mini-series.

[invisibleicewands]

Hello! I really love your film/series reviews! Could you provide your insightful look into "A Very Royal Scandal"?

Hi, Anonymous!

Well, thank you in advance for your trust, I'm not sure I can provide an interesting opinion to be honest, but since I've managed to watch it I'll try to tell you my random thoughts.

Honestly, when last year I first read the news of a movie with MS about Prince Andrew I was very skeptical. Not only for the topic, of course, but for the fear it could be a product like Vardy v Rooney.

Now, although I’ve found the movie not so essential (especially after another similar one at the beginning of this year), I think it's one of his best movies of the last decade. Maybe worthy of an award (finally!) with a bit of luck.

I had already seen the Netflix version “Scoop” months ago and I had found it good, well made, catchy. But compared to A Very Royal Scandal, I can say that Emily Maitlis was right saying that the Amazon version is 'another beast'. Not just because Scoop was more focused on Sam McAlister's research of infos about Prince Andrew's scandal than on the interview itself, but because in the Amazon version there is a deeper analysis of the main people involved in this interview, of their thoughts, of their worries, of their mindsets. Let's say that Scoop was more a kind of glossy "Working Girl", while AVRS is a mix of Frost/Nixon in The Crown environment, a real drama.

I really liked the suspence, the storytelling, the photography, the attention to the details. The story is never boring and goes forward flawless, with rythm, wisely built, even if the subject is delicate to handle, and this is not something that is so obvious nowadays. Then, the actors. All impeccable, not just Michael and Ruth but the supporting ones too. If I have to find a fault, I would say that Netflix probably chose actors more aesthetically resembling to the original characters (Keeley Hawes was a better choice for Amanda Thirsk for example), but fortunately this time the talent of the cast managed to compensate that part. Ruth really captured the essence of Emily, her grit, her spirit, her dedication to the work, more than what Gillian had done I think. She was really great, she gave a powerful performance not just as Emily but as a woman in general, brilliantly managing the responsibility of sending a strong message to the audience in the end.

And Michael. A professional as usual, never doubted. He played the role at 360 degrees, unsparingly, using all his art, his tricks and his experience, you can see it. He handled the part masterfully, with confidence, without wavering or shame. He portrayed the character brushing him with all those shades that only him can give. And here lays the problem, for me. The shades. Because even if it was necessary to give a certain meaning to the story, I think his character, Prince Andrew, didn’t deserve or own a so profound introspection (I know, he said he didn’t want to show his judgement about him, but I’m not so merciful, sorry). From this point of view, I found Rufus’ impersonation more suitable to describe the character attitude. Cold, superficial, creepy, rude, arrogant, egomaniac, frustrated, vapid, childish, stubborn and opportunist all at the same time. Maybe it’s because of his cute nose (a prosthetic would have been useful here, more than the weight he gained, true or false it can be…) but honestly Michael gave him a sense of compassion and a frailty that Prince Andrew doesn’t seem to have. The result is that I saw more Michael Sheen than Prince Andrew in this movie. I saw parts of his previous Bill Masters/Brian Clough/Roland Blum/David Frost/Aziraphale there (also a bit of Nye, though I didn’t really watch it) mixed together. Even parts of himself in real life, like during Staged. I could imagine him saying some of those lines in his real life, living some of those reactions for real. He felt so ‘transparent’ in some moments, and this is not a good feeling when you watch an actor in a story like this (funny, because, on the contrary, he said “the more different you look, it really does help psychologically”, so this means that he felt he looked different from himself here, which is not the case to me). I suppose it’s because I’ve seen too much of him now that I’m not able to separate him from the character anymore. Don’t know.

I don’t deny it, his performance was great, brave, perfect and everything, especially considering the effort to make a movie like this while he was preparing for a 4 months long stage tour on theatre. But I can’t say it was a part that left me mouth open, like the one in Dirty Filthy Love, Fantabulosa, Frost/Nixon or MoS, for example.

Anyway, I still hope he gets some recognition (and that Amazon decides to show the series also in Europe), because it’s a crime that international audience can’t see what an amazing quality actor Michael is.

P.S.: There are some lines that looked like easter eggs, specifically chosen by MS. "Wait and see", "Nixon"... Coincidences?

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𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐧 𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐫 — early-twenties, kook. much like the cameron family, the butler's have a long history in kildare. emily's father is a wealthy, successful businessman who attended college with ward cameron and her mother runs various charities and is on the board at the local hospital. with wealth and popularity, emily has always had it easy and prefers it that way. she's never been told no a day in her life and has everything at her disposal, including a trail of ex and potential boyfriends. the only person whose every really given her shit is rafe cameron, ward's son. he's been in her life since infancy and they bicker like siblings. fc ; emily alyn lind 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲: heterosexual. 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲: carl & melissa (parents). 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: college student. 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐬: partying, hanging out with friends, being the center of attention, flirting, playing the violin, watching dumb comedies, doom scrolling, making grwm videos. 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬: small but mighty, persistent, self serving, confidant, vivacious, intuitive, smart, bratty when she doesn't get her way, petty, defiant. 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬: not getting what she wants, being challenged, losing, pogues and anyone else outside of her social circle. 𝐳𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧: pisces.

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𝐝𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐲 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐞 — late-teens to early twenties, pogue-kook. daisy was adopted by her parents only months after birth. her biological mother was a drug addict and her father is unknown. she has a seven year old half-sister named poppy who she is very close to. shyness and social anxiety often keeps her from having new experiences and she spends a lot of time alone by choice. very friendly with fellow pogues kie, sarah, john b, and pope even though financially daisy's somewhere between a kook and a pogue herself. she's had a secret crush on jj maybank for years, but has never had the guts to mention it. she battled bulimia throughout middle school and has been in recovery for two years. because of her bouts with depression and body dysmorphia, the road hasn't been easy. she works part time at a local hole in the wall seafood restaurant, the crab shack, and tutors rich kids during the school year. whenever a kook is failing a class - especially the athletes with a lot on the line - the guidance counselor sends them to her, so she is well known among them. it provides supplemental income that she's been saving for college. fc ; kristine froseth 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲: heterosexual. 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲: mark & julia (adoptive parents), poppy (adoptive younger sister) 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: high school student, waitress at the crab shack restaurant, & tutor. 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐬: swimming, surfing, reading, sports, the outdoors. 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬: book smart, level headed, supportive, a problem solver, inherently kind, empathetic, shy. 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬: bullying, small talk, violence. 𝐳𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧: virgo

𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐬: werewolf, poguelandia, arranged marriage

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𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐰𝐬𝐨𝐧 — early-twenties, kook. an extremely popular it girl on the island who turns heads when she enters a room. ginny's parents are both involved in local politics and the lawson's are a well known, respecting family in kildare. since middle school, ginny has been modeling and has a strong following as a social media influencer and instagram model. because of the income she's been able to make, ginny maintains a party lifestyle, showing up at every party on the island and traveling with friends. fc ; alisha boe 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲: heterosexual. 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲: derran & stephanie (parents), one older brother. 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: influencer & aspiring model. 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐬: shopping, dj-ing, clubs, parties, hanging out with friends, laying out at the beach, creating content, organizing photoshoots. 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬: witty, charming, spoiled, a party animal, ambitious, fun, always distracted. 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬: most pogues, debbie downer's, anyone who tells her no. 𝐳𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧: capricorn.

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𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥 𝐫𝐨𝐣𝐚𝐬 — early-twenties, pogue. isabel grew up poor and was looked down on by most of the kids her age, but found a way to turn it into a positive. it motivated her to find something that she loved and make a living out of it. despite her parents wanting her to apply to ivy league schools, isabel decided to go to a four year state college and then to hair school instead. she found a job at a local salon and was able to move out on her own. her life is simple, but she's happy and doesn't need much to feel accomplished. fc ; rachel zegler 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲: bisexual (no preference). 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲: marco & pria (parents). 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: hair stylist. 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐬: rom-coms & period dramas, coming up with new hair styles, chatting with her clients, cooking, photography, taking long walks on the beach, hiking, swimming, antique shopping, knitting, spending time with her dogs. 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬: easy to get along with, sweet, approachable, sensitive, strong willed, hard working, loyal, flirtatious. 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬: bullies, cruelty. 𝐳𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧: cancer.

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𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 — late-teens to early-twenties, pogue. raised by a single mother with a new boyfriend every week. nothing was the same from one day to the next and there was zero stability. instead of playing with dolls, katie preferred collecting action figures, reading comic books, and playing outside with the boys. anything to be out of the house and away from the chaos. her interest in cars came from hanging around boys constantly and she learned how to work on engines in cars, boats, motorcycles, you name it. she found solace in being good at something. naturally katie got a job at a mechanic shop in the cut at sixteen, but it didn't come without problems and scrutiny. as a petite blonde that resembled a barbie, her male co-workers and customers found it hard to take her seriously... until she proved them wrong, outdoing the other employees. katie tries to keep to herself and stay out of trouble, but that rarely happens. trouble seems to follow her. fc ; josephine langford 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲: bisexual (male leaning) 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲: goldie (mother), father unknown. 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: mechanic. 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐬: sports, surfing, video games, live music, dive bars, hiking, boating, watching football. 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬: independent, confident, friendly, adventurous, feisty, resourceful, a tomboy. 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬: being talked down to, disrespect, unwanted flirting. 𝐳𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧: aquarius

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𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞 — early-twenties, pogue. millie is the oldest daughter of big john and the older sister of john b. she’s known for being a magnet for bad relationships, getting into fights with pogues and kooks, and causing trouble around the island. the local police are very familiar with her. she’s resented big john since her mother left and he wouldn’t allow her to leave with her. millie’s never missed an opportunity to push the man’s buttons. when he disappeared because of the “stupid treasure” (as she calls it) and was presumed dead, she was worried, but didn’t let it show, preferring to bury the complicated feelings deep. instead, she shut john b out and hopped from one person’s bed to the next, steering clear of the chateau and her brother’s judgment. although, she does pop up every once in a while to make home cooked meals or bring by baked goods. she also isn’t above staying at home if john b needs her. generally, millie is very reckless, hair triggered, lost, and has no idea how to take care of herself or navigate adulthood. fc ; talia ryder 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲: bisexual (no preference) 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲: john b (brother), big john (father), mother unknown. 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: retail associate at the country club golf shop; sells handmade jewelry & glass bongs through her etsy store. 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐬: getting high, laying out on the beach, rollerblading, bike riding, swimming, fishing, jogging, partying, video games, horror movies, cooking & baking, getting involved in physical fights if the situation calls for it. 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬: opinionated, reckless, protective of the people she loves, overly emotional, witty, resilient, loyal, adventurous, creative, artistic 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬: being told what to do (especially if it's big john), being disrespected, party poopers, mean drunks, routines, cops. 𝐳𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧: scorpio.

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𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐧 — late-teens to early twenties, kook. a vivacious ball of energy, olivia is your typical kook princess. she's a fixture at every social event and extremely popular with more friends than she can count. she tends to fall in line with whatever everyone else in her circle are doing, but isn't a bully or mean spirited. material things have been given to her without question since birth, so getting what she wants is all that she knows. this has made it easy for her to use her looks and social status to her advantage. despite being a spoiled brat & having zero self awareness, she does have a good heart. fc ; madison beer 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲: bisexual (male leaning) 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲: larry & donna (parents), connor (older brother), nick (older brother), & harrison (older brother). 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: high school student 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐬: dancing, pop music, makeup tutorial & grwm videos, partying, flirting, shopping, hanging out with friends. 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬: whiney, an airhead, energetic, affectionate, ditzy, overly sensitive, confidant, a romantic. 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬: when anyone is mean or yells at her, being told no. 𝐳𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧: pisces

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𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐛𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐭𝐭 — early-twenties, kook. shelby is the youngest daughter of an affluent, image obsessed family with strong ties to the kildare community. her father is a successful entrepreneur and her mother is an attorney. considered a kook because of her financial status and friend group, shelby doesn't have issues with any pogues. nine times out of ten, she's the voice of reason. in high school, she was rafe cameron's on and off (mostly on) again girlfriend and like himself, experimented with drugs, drank heavily, and was the life of every party. their relationship was toxic with lots of break ups and jealousy on both sides. things took an unexpected turn after a party senior year: the couple were in a car accident and shelby ended up in the hospital with a concussion and alcohol poisoning. when her parents found out that rafe had been driving drunk, an irreparable rift formed between the two families. shelby's parents threatened to cut her off financially for good if she didn't go to rehab, break it off with rafe, and clean up her act. with no other choice, she left for rehab after being released from the hospital, sending rafe a goodbye text. since returning to the outer banks, shelby's been trying to stay on the straight and narrow, avoiding rafe and her friend group. this hasn't proven successful and she's since relapsed multiple times, living a double life. instead of applying to colleges, she spends her days lifeguarding at the local beach and country club and partying at night, becoming a stain on her family's name. fc ; danielle campbell 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲: heterosexual. 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲: richard & claire (parents), harper (older sister) 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: lifeguard 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐬: swimming, surfing, tennis, golf, shopping, partying, bike riding, sailing. 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬: sweet, non-judgmental, defiant, rebellious, spontaneous, fiery, & passionate. 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬: authority figures, being controlled. 𝐳𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧: scorpio

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𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝 — early-twenties, pogue. tough as nails with a sharp tongue, dallas is the youngest daughter in a family of criminals. growing up on the cut was never difficult financially for her family only because her father and uncle's started an illegal, underground fight ring before she was born. they made good money with the business and opened a family gym to train fighters (and as a front). dallas works the front desk and keeps her head down, trying to live as normal of a life as possible. fc ; sophie thatcher 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲: bisexual (no preference). 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲: vincent & caroline (parents), two older brothers, several uncles, nieces, & nephews. 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: front desk clerk at her family's gym. 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐬: video games, 70's punk music, parties, creative writing, poetry, kick boxing, horror movies, hanging out at skate parks. 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬: easy to annoy, a deep thinker, doesn't speak unless spoken to, friendly once she's comfortable around someone. 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬: cops. 𝐳𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧: scorpio

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𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐞 '𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢' 𝐡𝐞𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 — early-twenties, pogue. desi is pope's cousin and much like himself, has always had a lot of bigger goals for herself. she sailed through school and ended up getting into a large university in north carolina. fashion design is her focus and she intends to go to fashion school after graduation. desi is very friendly, a lot of fun to be around, and makes friends wherever she goes. fc ; laura kariuki 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲: pansexual. 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲: pope heyward (cousin) 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: college student & works at a clothing store 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐬: info. 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬: outgoing, talkative, fun loving, positive, sweet, a good listener, creative. 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬: having nothing to do. 𝐳𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧: aries

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𝐞𝐦𝐦𝐚 𝐝𝐮𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐥 — late-teens to early-twenties, pogue-kook. emma is the daughter of a well known pastor in kildare and has grown up in a very religious household. she doesn’t agree with everything that her parents do, but keeps quiet about the conflicting opinions and follows the rules. they’ve shielded her from most normal teenage experiences, so emma is very sheltered and wasn't able to enjoy high school to the fullest. she spends most of her time in youth group, working at the church daycare, and taking college courses online. fc ; olivia scott welch 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲: heterosexual. 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲: don & kerry (parents), two older sisters, two younger brothers. 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: works at a daycare center & runs the church youth group. 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐬: reading, writing in her journal, jogging, sketching, being alone. 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬: shy, quiet, sympathetic, kind, selfless, understanding, fearful of things she's never experienced, self conscious. 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬: extroverts, cold weather, flying on planes. 𝐳𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧: virgo

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𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐭𝐭 — mid-twenties. kook. harper is the long suffering eldest daughter of richard & claire beckett. she has always been resentful of the attention (negative or positive) her parents have given her sister, shelby, who is the black sheep of the family. harper made straight a's, excelled in academics & sports, was accepted into law school, interns at one of the largest firms in the state, and somehow still feels unloved and less than. her anger towards shelby has caused the sisters' relationship to deteriorate and they're constantly at each other's throats, fc ; victoria pedretti 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲: bisexual (male leaning) 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲: richard & claire (parents), shelby (younger sister) 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: law student 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐬: board games, working to achieve her goals, being right, competition, one upping everyone around her, period dramas. 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬: uptight, judgemental, slightly ocd when it comes to cleanliness, stand offish, egotistical, defensive, a know it all. 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬: being challenged, liars. 𝐳𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧: virgo

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𝐣𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐨 — late-teens, pogue. a pogue from day one, jade grew up running around the cut getting into trouble and lived to raise hell. nothing’s changed much. she spends most of her time cutting class to sell weed to mom’s at the local park or surfers on the beach. she’s become one of the most successful dealers on the island and is a permanent fixture at kook and boneyard parties, able to get along with everyone and throw punches if needed. she’s well known for getting high with pogues and riding around town in her 1970 chevy chevelle. fc ; chase sui wonders 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲: bisexual (female leaning) 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲: daniel & ali (parents). 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: high school student & weed dealer. 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐬: video games, smoking weed, vaping, skateboarding, swimming, partying. 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬: a stoner, silly, passive aggressive, a trouble maker, easy going, friendly. 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬: the cops. 𝐳𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧: sagittarius

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𝐯𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐫𝐨𝐞 — mid-forties, pogue. val has been a pogue her entire life, living on the fringes of town. her parents never paid much attention to her and she spent her childhood at the beach, riding her bike through town, and getting in trouble with friends. nowadays she mostly keeps to herself and puts all her energy into running the crab shack, a local seafood restaurant. it's one of the only things she's ever fully committed to or been good at. in her twenties, she had a tumultuous relationship with luke maybank that quickly turned abusive. when val got pregnant, she panicked about raising a baby alone and reluctantly tried to make the relationship work. the abuse continued and her alcoholism became so severe that she left in the middle of the night, leaving a letter. a one year old jj was left behind to be raised by his father and val left town. after getting sober and staying that way for several years, she returned and worked towards opening up her own restaurant. not wanting to disrupt jj's life, she and luke agreed to not tell him who she was. fc ; amy adams 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲: heterosexual. 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲: jj maybank (biological son) note: unless discussed prior to threads, val & luke are the only people who know that jj is her son. 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: owner of the crab shack restaurant 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐬: arcades, the ocean, aquariums, reading about marine life, watching nature documentaries, being alone. 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬: rough around the edges, direct, quiet but speaks up when necessary, tough, protective, resilient, self loathing, & secretive. 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬: most kooks, mistreatment of animals, small children, obnoxious customers. 𝐳𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧: capricorn

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𝐩𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐞 — eight to ten, kook-pogue. poppy was adopted by the pierce family three years after her older sister, daisy. she was given up by her parents at birth, but has never been told why. aside from abandonment issues, poppy is well adjusted and very close with her parents and daisy who she's very attached too (some would say too much so). she can usually be found running around in the woods with friends or wandering off somewhere she's not supposed to be. fc ; ariana greenblatt write exclusively with @soughtserenity & @obxland's muses 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲: mark & julia (adoptive parents), daisy (adoptive older sister) 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐬: surfing, soccer, swimming, riding horses, video games. 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬: chaotic, loud, obnoxious, annoying, precocious, nosey, always hungry. 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬: being ignored, feeling abandoned, the dark, rafe cameron. 𝐳𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧: leo

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𝐫𝐞𝐲𝐧𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨-𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐧 — mid to late-twenties, kook. fc ; shay mitchell write exclusively with @soughtserenity's topper thornton 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲: heterosexual. 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲: topper thornton (husband), dante & esmeralda (parents), two older sisters, one younger brother, several nieces & nephews 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: nursing resident. 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐬: making her patients smile, getting her nails done, shopping, reality television (love island, esp.), laying out at the beach, gossiping with her girlfriends or topper, traveling, swimming, tennis, & golf. 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬: high energy, sweet, indecisive, thoughtful, a romantic at heart. 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬: negativity. 𝐳𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧: cancer.

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hello! sorry if this is weird but i recently joined the ud fandom (only 9 years late 😬) and i hopped on the subreddit and found your posts - your comments are my absolute favorite!! your analyses are super insightful and i love that you love chris as much as i do (my fave boy!) 🥰 if this is out of place please ignore, but otherwise i wanted to ask about some of your chris/ud character headcanons if that's okay! 1. what do you hc are chris's best subjects in school, ranked from best to worst? 2. does chris break out easily and does he get embarrassed by it? 3. if chris/ashley get together post-game, would they be into pda or would at least one of them be self-conscious about it? 4. for all the ud characters: ranked from most to least, which of them likes intense roller coasters? thanks, bless! <3

Oh cool! I’m flattered you like my Until Dawn posting there 😃. And ohmygoshyeah Chris is my boy! I think there’s a ton of really cool characterization with him, Josh, and Sam. Also I just support his hopes and dreams!

First question: 1) Computer/Technology, 2) math, 3) science, 4) language arts (he got into AP Eng to be with Ashley imo, but it’s not naturally his strong suit), 5) history, 6) art, 7) music, 8) climbing class gym.

Second question: I’m gonna say yes because I relate to Chris, and I break out when I’m stressed and if I don’t keep a skincare routine 😂. I feel like he likes his skin and hair because he has that really intentional, dorky fauxhawk. He thinks he’s cool and wants to come across that way. So he’d have decent skincare and get really nervous if he flares up because what will Ashley everyone think?!

Third question: I feel like they’re 100% together post game because, when things were getting deadly, they both massively regretted never confessing. I think that feeling of regret would stick with them, and they’d try to stay together through therapy and whatever else. I think they get only mildly flirty in public but are super affectionate in private. They’re used to the idea of it after kissing in the lodge.

Fourth question: Honestly it’s hard to put this in a specific order. But I’ll do roughly what I think and say why! 1) Jess just because she’s supposedly a huge party animal (but she’d want Mike next to her). 2) Sam likes coasters. She’s an adventurous gal. 3) Josh loves to have intense fun too. He’s a huge partier, and I think he’d be SUPER interested in the way they’re built and how the builders achieved maximum intensity. He’d also be HYPED to go as a group. But he might have a hard time with them on bad mental health days. 4) Mike likes going on them with whomever his girfriend at the time is so that he looks confident and impressive. 5) Matt. He seems like he’d like the rush. 6) Emily thinks they’re dumb but goes on them with the others and holds a straight face the whole time. 7) Ashley gets scared on them. She’s the girl you can hear high-pitched screaming on any coaster 8) Chris. Honestly I just head-canon him not going on them due to this post making me really laugh! But I think it’s somewhat accurate that Chris doesn’t like being jostled or dealing with minorly inconvenient things but then would absolutely storm Hell for you 😂. He went all in trying to save Sam from the Psycho then went on a potentially fatal quest to save Josh from Wendigos.

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hi, how are you?

my name is emili, pls and thanks.

when I was younger, I was very extroverted, but now i'm introverted.

why did this happen?

I feel like i'm not my "true self". I miss the way I used to be. 😭😓

(sorry, english is not my first language).

Hello you have drawn the Mother or Queen of Wands and the Daughter or Page of Wands. This is indicating two people in your life who have had a dramatic input on your confidence. It is very likely indicating a mother daughter relationship, but this is for you to determine. I'll break down the personality characteristics of the people involved so maybe you can identify them. The mother is a very strong but protective woman, while usually warm and sweet, you absolutely do not want to mess with her unless you want to get your head ripped off. The daughter is a free spirit and visionary, though unassuming she can be incredibly stubborn and would make your life a living hell if you stepped a foot wrong with them. If I am to presume, it might be indicating your mother and perhaps a sister, but one could also be indicating you. These are two very strong and dominant females in their own ways. My advice here would be to connect to what made you happy when you were more extroverted in nature. What did you love to do back then? Were you surrounded by people who support you? Were you following your passions? All these things have a massive impact on our confidence, and if we weren't getting the encouragement we need it could end up being disastrous on our sense of self. Try and connect to the things you loved and what made you happy when you were extroverted, perhaps it will reawaken that part of you once more. This said snakes represent change, so while we shed our skin so to speak over time we never can truly go back to who we were, but that's okay, a new more beautiful self can be uncovered when we remove the very things that hold us back and we allow ourselves room to grow and change.

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Charlotte Bronte and Ellen Nussey

Friendships are often born in the unlikeliest of places. How they endure the test of time is another matter entirely. For Charlotte Bronte and Ellen Nussey, their friendship lasted for over two decades, and they relied upon letters to cope with their distance from one another.

Charlotte Bronte, the future author of “Jane Eyre,” was not pleased to have leave her home in Haworth in Yorkshire and go to Roe Head School to be trained up as a teacher or a governess. Her previous experience at a school resulted in the deaths of her two older sisters. But now as the eldest of the remaining Bronte children, she had to pave the way for the others and become an educator, since marriage was no guarantee in life. There she met Ellen Nussey, her opposite in every way imaginable. Where Charlotte was intelligent and considered plain, Ellen was more of the traditional Victorian, beautiful and elegant. Yet the friendship was forged.

Ellen’s stay there wasn’t permanent while Charlotte remained at Roe Head for a few years. They paid visits to each other’s homes, but not nearly enough to satisfy them. Determined to stay in touch, she and Ellen corresponded religiously for the next twenty-four years. They exchanged their opinions on a variety of subjects: love, money, literature, marriage, religion…Unfortunately, Ellen’s side of the conversations was not preserved. Charlotte’s letters were preserved, accumulating to over five hundred letters. To Ellen, Charlotte was able to confide her deepest, darkest secrets. How she loathed teaching and being a governess, and longed to pursue a literary career. Through these hundreds of letters, the Bronte’s family story is told. What we know of the Bronte’s and how they lived is largely in thanks to Ellen Nussey, for saving her friends’ missives.

A daughter of an Irish curate, Charlotte and her siblings lived in a gothic-like parsonage on the edge of the moors. Her brother, Branwell, was to be the savior of the family and take care of his sisters and their aging father. Instead, he fell into dissipation and drugs. It was left to Charlotte, Emily, and Anne to raise the family’s hopes. After the three ventured out into the world and came home in 1845, beaten down by life, they banded together to produce a book of poetry. Later, they published novels as the Bell brothers, which provided them with a means of support. Eventually, what began as a secret endeavor, was undone when Charlotte and Anne had to travel to London to defend their reputations due to a shady publisher. They returned home happy, but darkness was on the horizon though.

The deaths of Branwell, Emily, and Anne left Charlotte bereft. She found solace in her friendship with Ellen, as well as her newfound fame as an author in literary society. The letters continued for the next few years, but there was a period when they came to an abrupt halt.

Her father’s curate, Arthur Bell Nicholls began to pursue Charlotte romantically, and after a rough beginning, she accepted his marriage proposal. When Ellen heard of the engagement, she was upset. She had believed that she and Charlotte would eventually live together as spinsters. This, coupled with her dislike of Arthur, temporarily upended her and Charlotte’s friendship. It took a year for them to reconcile and Ellen attended her dearest friend’s wedding. Yet the ungoverned freedom they had possessed in the previous years no longer existed. At first, Arthur read their letters. Only when Ellen agreed to destroy Charlotte’s missives, an attempt to protect her friend’s reputation as an author lest the letters fall into the wrong hands, did Arthur promise not to read their correspondence.

Ellen, however, did not keep her promise and cherished Charlotte’s letters.

Like her siblings, Charlotte did not have a strong constitution. It is believed she became pregnant and suffered from hyperemesis gravidarum – a severe case of mourning sickness – which led to her death in 1855.

Elizabeth Gaskell, fellow friend and author, was commissioned by Charlotte’s father to write a biography on his daughter. She went to Ellen Nussey and drew heavily upon the letters for her source material. “The Life of Charlotte Bronte,” was published two years later. Ellen died in 1897, at age 80, having spent the rest of her life devoted to Charlotte’s memory. She was often sought out by biographers for her input. After her death, her belongings and Charlotte’s letters were sold at auctions. The letters eventually found their way into the possession of the Bronte Parsonage Museum, where they remain today.