#at least they could've told me id skip as well :/

[luxlius]

ah yes the idiot carrying the wholeass project i know at most like 1/3 about on my girlypop muscular shoulders cause my new group ditched class 🥰

[inconveniently-discorporated]

My first time going out of the country was an accident, and we were detained. I mean, it must've looked pretty suspicious when an older man and a teenage girl with no ID said, "Sorry, we weren't actually trying to go to Canada, we were trying to go to Texas."

Yeah, I know -- so, what happened was that we were moving to Texas from California.

Yeah. I know.

See, before THAT happened, when I was 9, my dad took me on a cross-country road trip, because he didn't trust planes, and we were all visiting family. My brother and mom flew to the east coast, and my dad and I had the absolute best time. I wrote a lot of poetry (which really impressed my dad and was the beginning of a lifelong passion for writing), I saw a lot of different, amazing things, including an intense lightning storm (that happened as we were passing through the middle of nowhere, nothing in sight, with tornado warnings on the radio -- that was terrifying, but still amazing).

So, when I graduated -- the same summer we were going to move -- I requested another road trip with my dad. I wanted to visit where he grew up, which we did. Amazing memories I still have to this day, going through all the little towns as he talked about his storied past. For the final act, we went to Niagara Falls -- it was beautiful, and also the thing that led to us being detained while our car was completely and totally tossed by Canadian authorities.

Since we were moving to Texas, we wanted to go and take a look at potential places to rent. My mom was going to fly there with my brother (she had bad knees -- car trips were excruciating), and we were going to begin the trip down after visiting the falls.

Now, I couldn't go to the Canadian side, because my parents hadn't actually let me start driving, nor had I gotten any kind of official picture ID. Why? I don't know, I'm actually still bitter about it to this day. I was quite a responsible teenager, the most wild thing I did was skip lunch and spend my lunch money on Lord of the Rings merchandise at the mall instead. And I didn't have my student ID, because I had undiagnosed ADHD at the time (I still have ADHD but it's now diagnosed), and was QUITE ready to be over and done with anything having to do with any academic institute.

So, when my dad and I got our fill of the American side of the falls (I'm told it's not as good as the Canadian side -- oh well, I at least got dippin dots, which by the way have yet to become the ice cream of the future), we climbed into the car, loaded up "Austin, TX" on our GPS, and set off on our next adventure.

It was one of those really old newfangled Garmin things, because my dad never taught me how to use a paper map (remember that), and besides, my dad was freshly retired (they had kids later in life) and he wanted to know what it was like to experience some of the latest advances in modern luxuries.

This thing wasn't Google. It was a dumb smart GPS. There was nothing, apparently, telling it "avoid going outside of the country for this trip". Although, looking back on it, I suppose there could've been a setting for that. We certainly ASSUMED it wouldn't take us out of the country. Maybe we were the dumb smart ones. But, I digress.

We started seeing signs for Canada. But, our GPS kept trucking on. We got a little nervous, but surely it would know? There must've been some other road, another exit? By the time we realized that we were wrong, it was too late. There was nowhere to turn around. There was nowhere to get off. We were in it and we were headed for the border, we would just have to hope that they would let us pull a quick turnaround and let us get out of there.

Well, they didn't.

My dad was immediately very apologetic when we got to the window. "We're really sorry, we didn't mean to come this way," he said, "we were actually trying to get to Texas. This stupid GPS took us this way and we didn't know, could we please just turn around?"

LOL, no. The agent was immediately suspicious. And, I mean -- fair.

He wanted to see my dad's ID (which, if you remember, was from California). He then wanted to see my ID. I didn't have one. Did I have another picture ID? No. Did I even have a student ID? Also no.

"I have a library card," I offered.

"Does it have a picture on it?" the agent asked.

"Oh," I said. "No."

"Okay -- sir -- could you please pull up to that building over there?"

So, that's how that happened.

They were really quite confused, and my dad was increasingly more stressed out by the minute. His go-to coping mechanism was always humor, so the GPS suffered a lot of (polite) abuse and besmirching as we were questioned by a couple agents inside.

Finally, one of the agents had pulled out a map, and had figured out what the GPS was trying to do. You see, there was a road just barely inside of Canada that went around the falls, and that one was apparently much faster than just turning around and going the stupid old American way all the way through. So, the poor little thing was really only trying to help, it just ended up costing us much more time than it was going to save us.

And so, at last, with my dad barely holding back the sweat and the contents of our luggage strewn about the car, we were permitted to leave, so long as we left IMMEDIATELY. And we did, swiftly.

I'm happy to report that the rest of the trip was quite uneventful.

That's not to say that our MOVE was uneventful. No, that was Detained in Canada 2.0, only instead of getting detained in a foreign country, we busted up a bank drive-thru trying to turn around after getting lost in a random Los Angeles neighborhood at night, because my dad didn't pay attention to the clearance sign and wasn't used to driving a box truck.

Why were we lost in a random Los Angeles neighborhood at night? Because my dad didn't trust the GPS anymore, so he decided to only use paper maps. Only, he got impatient with the Los Angeles traffic, and tried to go around it, then making me copilot navigate using a paper map that didn't really show a lot of detail for surface streets, when I had never used a paper map before.

I still remember him yelling at me, "I just need to know if these roads connect! How do I get back on the highway?!"

"I don't know," I yelled back, squinting at the paper held right up to my face, because paper doesn't pinch-zoom. "I think it connects?! It looks like it?! The lines are touching??!!"

Spoiler: it didn't connect.

But we made it through. I lived down south for a whole year, but I barely count it, because I was borderline agoraphobic at the time and went outside maybe ten times.

So, anyway -- that is the story of the first time I technically left the country, and was subsequently detained for an hour.

(PS: I did go back to Canada, properly, about ten years later, with my husband. We royally fucked up though, and thought we could stop at the duty free place to get some Canadian money, because we had NO idea what the hell a duty free store actually was. We were then forced to leave the country and re-enter. We almost didn't, but I was DETERMINED to visit Canada this time, and besides, we had a bunch of Canadian money. The whole time, I was thinking, "Here we go again, we're going to be pulled over and searched. Hopefully they just turn us away."

They didn't. They weren't exactly friendly about it, but they let us through again after explaining. It probably helped that I had sufficient identification that time.)

(PPS: We never ended up having to pay damages for the bank thing, somehow, unless my dad just covered it up out of shame. I was just glad we made it to Texas in one piece with all of our stuff, most of which we ended up throwing away because we didn't want it anymore by the time we got there.)

(PPPS: Canada was lovely. The second time, not the first.)

[marauder-exe]

Sick of it- Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Request: I’m not sure if you’re taking requests rn...but I would love to see a fic with hotch where maybe he has feelings for the reader who’s in her 20s and she gets injured on the job, leaving her deaf. She’s able to continue working with the BAU but can’t do any extensive field work. She just gets sick of everybody questioning her capability of doing her job.   Sorry if that’s too much lol 🤷🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️ Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: bomb explosion, loss of hearing, angsty but happy ending kinda.

A/N: Welcome back to: Reid loves cliffhangers (in actuality she can just never finish fics)

“Hotch I've told you I'm fine, We got everyone, we detonated all the bombs. Morgan and I are doing a last clearing of the scene, then we’ll be on our way back” You spoke into the phone while continuing to search the area. “Okay, I just-” He hesitated. He couldn't let you know about his feelings. “Your one of the greatest agents this team has ever had, we need you.” He decided to say instead. He always covered his feelings with business. He sighed on the other end of the phone. “Thank you, Aaron” He could've sworn his heart skipped a beat every time you called him Aaron. “i am fine though I prom-” Your words were soon cut short when an ear-splitting explosion echoed through the receiver, quickly followed by a scream of your name from Morgan. His heart dropped. There was a deathly silence. “(Y/N)! Morgan! Whats going on?” His heart clenched at the thought of anything happening to you. He had gained feelings for you around year ago. You had been transferred from Interpol, and quickly proved to the team that you where everything you got cracked up to be. The day he realised it, he felt so guilty. You were 24, he had feelings for a 24 year old. You where old enough to be his daughter. He couldn't do that to Hailey. He tried to repress his feelings. Push so much stuff down on top of them, so he couldn't feel them any more. It never worked though. He turned around to the startled faces of his team, confused by his shout. “Hotch? Whats wrong?” JJ asked, taking in his pale face. “Its-Its (Y/N). i-i heard an explosion and then Morgan shouting her name and then-and then nothing” He dropped the phone he was holding, as if the shock had just knocked him back into action. He ran from the small police room that the team had set up into his jeep. Turning it on, ignoring the shouts of his team, he sped off down the street. “JJ, update the sheriff, me and Reid will go after him” Emily said, loading into her jeep.

The wait was horrendous. It was perhaps the longest wait of his life. Or at least it felt like it. He sat in the uncomfortable hospital chairs, his knee bouncing rhythmically. He was surrounded by the team, it was clear him and Morgan were the most affected though. Morgan having been there when the bomb went off. He thought about everything. The time you shared together. All the days off that were sent together. The laughs that were shared. The tears that were shed. He thought of it all. He also thought about how he didn't tell you. Didn't admit his feelings for you. And no you might die thinking that no one loves you. It was bitter torture, watching the doctors walk in and out of the waiting room, none of them for you. Until finally, a young male doctor approached the team. “uh, Mr Hotchner?” He asked towards him. His head shot up as he immediately walked over to the doctor. “Thats me” “Shes stable. But she did suffer extensive injuries, im aware the bomb was directly next to her?” He nodded. “Shes lucky she survived, but he did. There wont be much permanent damage. Although we don't know to what extent, we imagine she suffered massive hearing loss. We've assessed her and right now she cannot hear anything, she's completely deaf. We don't know if that will improve in the future” The young man informed Hotch. His stomach dropped. He couldn't believe he let this happen. It was all his fault. He let you go. He didn't even come with you to the scene. He could've stopped it. He completely derailed your life. You where 24. You had so much more that you could do. “You can visit her now, she's lucid so she should be fine” The team sprang up to go to your room. They carefully entered the room, hoping not to startle you, Although you already looked panicked. They assumed the doctor told you about your condition. Your head perked up when you saw your team coming through the door. Tears still streamed down your face as Hotch rushed over to you. “Hotch-Hotch, im deaf, im not- im not gonna be able to my job i-” You sobbed as he cradled your face into his hands. He knew you knew sign language but he didn't. He looked around as his teams sad faces. Prentiss looked at him. “I- I know sign language” Emily stepped forward next to your bed, and began explaining everything.

“I can do my job Hotch! Just because I cant hear any more doesn't mean im less able than anyone else out there” You snapped, gesturing to the room full of profilers. It had been a hard 6 months. You had recovered perfectly well, you hearing, not as much. You weren't aloud to do field work any more. You were constantly stuck doing paperwork, or in some stuffy police room. An ignorant comment from a police officer on your recent case had caused you to snap. “i know you can” He tried. Since the explosion, you had mastered lip reading, as well as gotten a hearing aid, as it was more convenient. “So why! Why has everyone been baby-ing me for the past months? Im so sick of everyone, even people I don't know, treating me like im unable to do the job Ive been working for my entire life! Im sick of it” You burst out, glad for the soundproof room. “No one is babying you” He returned. You scoffed and raised your eyebrows. “no ones been babying me? Okay. Dont act stupid Hotch. You see the way everyone acts around me. Constantly stepping on eggshells. I may of lost my hearing but I still have my profiling skills. Even you Big bad boss Hotchner has gone soft, something I never thought id see” “I haven't gone soft” He insisted. He had gone soft. Well he had always been soft for you, but now he showed it. “No? So whats all of it for? The driving me home, checking my place everyday, bringing me take out, making me dinner, bringing Jack around more often, Whats that for then?” You threw your arms around angrily. He was gonna say it. He couldn't stop it. “Its because I love you! I recognised you need help, now I finally have an excuse to do everything ive wanted to do for the last year.” He snapped back. He couldn't believe he had just said that. And by the look on your face, you couldn't believe it either. “What?” You whispered, heart race speeding up.