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ssahotchnerr · 6 months ago

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fluffy aaron request !! reader is on a date that is going so bad when she gets called in for a case so she shows up in her like fancy date outfit and confides in hotch about her horrible date then he offers to make it up to her and takes her out when they get back <3 maybe there’s some room for slight jealous!aaron in there somewhere tehe

it's a date

there's always room for jealous!aaron 🤭 cw; fem bau!reader, mutual pining, a touch of nervous and jealous!aaron, brief standard cm case info, fluff <3

You were the last one to arrive at the BAU, departing from the far side of town and evening traffic to blame.

Consequently, you pulled stares the second you arrived within the roundtable room. Your presence was anticipated, for one, the sound of your heels clacking against the hard floor, and:

A low whistle exited Morgan.

"Look at you." He tossed out, a tickled grin spread wide across his face.

Your current attire was a dress; a fancier, slightly more risqué choice compared to your typical office wardrobe. It was a light beige, your hair was down your back in loose curls, makeup more enhanced than your usual routine. Aaron had to (internally) admit, you looked stunning.

"Hot date?"

"You could say that."

Aaron felt his jaw move. Clench, actually.

"Sorry for cutting your night short." He apologized, forcing his sentence out deep from inside his chest. He turned towards the screen, concealing himself.

"On the contrary," You eased yourself into your chair, eagerly accepting a file from Emily. "Thank you for cutting my night short."

"With this one, you may want to rethink that sunshine." Penelope clicked her remote, illuminating the screen with the latest case photos. "Ain't no rest for the wicked."

The team collectively ran through it quickly; a brutal family annihilator, decreasing cooling off period, the gravity of the situation heightening and a panicked town. Wheels up in 30 to Oklahoma.

As the others trailed out, Penelope hurrying to her bat cave, Aaron slowed his pace. He prolonged securing his files into his briefcase, zipping it shut, leaving only the two of you in the room.

Coincidentally, you weren't in too much of a rush either.

"That bad?"

You huffed in response as your eyes found his. He was met with a hardened, utter annoyance, instead of your familiar warm liveliness.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"There's not much to talk about." The bottom of your files hit the surface of the table, loudly, stacking the few evenly together. "The guy sucked. Interrupted me every second he could. I don't think the restaurant he picked was up to code either. Thank goodness I got the call before our food arrived." You shuddered lightly, in theatrics but also genuineness. "I'm greatly looking forward to pretending it never happened."

There was a carefree airiness within your voice - attempting to wave it off, the simple acceptance of one night gone bad - but small dismay was amongst your words.

"I'm sorry." While Aaron meant his apology wholeheartedly, he couldn't help but feel relieved, for his own selfish reasons. "But I am glad you narrowly escaped the potential food poisoning."

That pulled a laugh from you, agreeing. "But it's fine, really. I didn't want to go anyways, don't know why I did." You shrugged as you disrupted the continual, shared eye contact. While the tail end of your sentence was spoken lowly, it wasn't long lasting, picking up some enthusiasm. "How was your night going?"

"Jack and I were just settling down to watch a movie."

"Which one?"

"Shrek."

Your head tilted exasperatedly, face pulling into jealousy. "Really? How fun." You whined gently, wishing your night could have been spent with the two of them. Your preferred choice of company.

"Well, he wasn't too happy it was cut short." Aaron admitted, a loose, downhearted chuckle escaping.

"You'll make it up to him. Perhaps a multiple movie feature when we're back? Shrek, Shrek 2, Shrek the Third... maybe order some pizza too." You suggested, reaching out to touch his arm reassuringly with a gentle smile. "No matter, he'll be thrilled."

Sourcing from your touch, lightning bolts dashed within his arm, feverishly. Aaron soon found himself simply studying your face, falling on the silent side. You were just, you. Extraordinarily kind, beautiful you.

"C'mon, Dave told me if I was late to the tarmac once more, he'd tell the pilot to leave and I'd have to take a commercial." You joked. Although, a small part of you feared he'd stick to his promise.

"Yeah, like I'd let that happen." He rolled his eyes, amusedly shaking his head.

The bullpen was quiet; most had gone home, the overheard lights had dimmed, the team long out of earshot. As the two of you neared the glass doors - Aaron leading - there was an urgency heightening in his chest, mere seconds away from bursting. As if each step forward, he was losing precious time. Any hesitations on the temptations he had felt for months dissolved. Now or never.

"What about you?" He asked, sweetly but timidly, finding a sudden interest in the floor.

"What about me?"

"Who's going to make it up to you?"

"Well," That caught you in a bit of surprise, your feet halting. Aaron turned, his eyes lifting. "That's a million dollar question right there. I don't see anyone lining up to take me on some extravagant outing, do you?" You forced out a laugh, your cheeks fairly blushing.

"Maybe," Aaron replied, his voice wavering with a touch of nervousness. It was rather endearing, seeing him so adorably flustered. "Perhaps the person you're looking for is right in front of you. Figuratively, at that."

A rather charmed expression formed on your face. Eyes brightening, lips pursing upwards, "Are you asking me out?"

"I'm trying." He confessed, his boyish expression just as light as yours. "So, tell me. How am I doing?"

"How about this," You spoke slowly, attempting to suppress the butterflies in your own stomach, hoping to maintain some composure within your answer. "Your next available night after your movie marathon with Jack, I'm completely and all yours."

All yours. He could get used to that.

"It's a date."

#aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner fluff #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner x fem!reader #aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotchner imagine #criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds x you #criminal minds drabble #aaron hotchner drabble #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds fanfiction #hotch imagine #criminal minds x fem!reader

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visenyaism · 23 days ago

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Stuff about American election night that you should know:

We’re one week out! Crazy. So I know too much about US politics because I explain this for money, so I figured it might be helpful to talk a bit about what we should expect from election night. If you're not American, are new to our insane election system, or are anxious about what's happening next week, here's the deal with next Tuesday:

1. Most important thing: Do NOT expect to know the winner on election night. Different states have different laws about when they can start counting early/mail-in votes, which often slows down reporting time.

2020 took until the Saturday after to call because of the high mail-in vote count due to Covid, and while that isn't happening this time, it'll take longer than 2016, 2012, or 2008 because the polls are predicting that this one's going to be a lot closer than those. Consider just going to bed instead of staying up for the results.

2. Because of the Electoral College, popular vote doesn't matter as much as who wins each individual state does. Every state has a certain amount of electoral votes based on population, whoever wins a state gets all their votes, whoever gets to 270/538 wins. We know how most states are going to vote. The Electoral College puts the election in the hands of 7 "swing" states that could go either way. This time, that's Pennsylvania, Georgia, North Carolina, Michigan, Wisconsin, Arizona, and Nevada. These are the states to watch. Here's the map:

3. No one will know anything until polls close and states start reporting results. Doomscrolling is kind of pointless anyways, but it's especially pointless before 7pm. here's a map of closure times:

4. Data will shift throughout the night. Rural counties report results first because fewer people live there. This means the earlier you check, the more conservative the state maps might look. Do not look at the election results for any state with less than 90% reporting and freak out, especially if the state hasn't been called (deemed mathematically impossible for the other candidate to win) by multiple news outlets.

5. Voter fraud happens way less than you think it does. Pretty much never, actually. One study claims you're more likely to get struck by lightning than you are to witness actual, impersonation-based voter fraud in a modern US election. Be extremely skeptical of any voter fraud claims you might see.

6. Avoid getting news from social media accounts that aren't news outlets. There's a lot of disinformation out there, especially as AI/Deepfake tech is getting worse. Fact-check everything you might see. Anyone can make a destiel meme about the election. make sure it's true before you reblog it.

7. The electoral college sucks shit and does allow for a 269-269 vote tie. In this case, it goes to the House of Representatives, who are majority-Republican and will pick Trump. Some states might be within 1% (like 49.3%-49.7%) and candidates can demand recounts, which might delay official results by weeks or months. It HAS to be over by mid- December when the Electoral College officially votes.

8. take care of yourselves. if we're not going to know on election night, you may as well power down your phone and go to bed at a reasonable hour.

#Linked a bunch of articles throughout if you want more info.#us politics #election 2024 #i am not looking forward to it. but the only way out is through.

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unveilandresist · 11 months ago

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by January 10th 1 in 3 people will have had this wave of covid. covid causes long term damage with each infection and wears down your immunity. you do not want this. there is no cure for long covid or me/cfs and there is a significant chance (last I checked I think it was 1/5 infections) of getting long covid that increases with each infection. please protect yourself and your loved ones by wearing a mask. variants have become more transmissible so a n95 or kn95 is the minimum protection to keep yourself reasonably safe(r) from getting covid.

it is important to understand often viruses do not simply clear up and go away. like chicken pox and shingles or what we now think of as polio that is actually post polio syndrome. polio symptoms were mild and 75% of cases are asymptomatic. we do not yet see the full scope of what this virus will do over our lifetimes. as someone who had my entire life derailed by me/cfs after having mono, (almost 10 years ago! it hasn't gotten better!) we have to take pathogens more seriously if we care about ourselves and our communities.

I'm willing and open to talk with people who want to understand better what covid does to our bodies and how we can best practice community care and also harm reduction if we're stuck in unsafe situations at home or work (certain mouthwashes and nasal sprays can help).

if you're watching what's happening in Palestine and live in the US, the government doesn't care about your life either. They lied about palestine and they lied about covid too. It is not just a cold.

#covid #solidarity #mutual aid #social justice #chronic illness #disability #me/cfs #chronic fatigue syndrome #mask up

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kerink · 1 month ago

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the thing that's been most surprising to me with mouthwashing so far is how little empathy people are willing to extend to curly. and i don't mean this in a piss on the poor way, i'm deeply saddened and genuinely confused by it.

when i first played the game i was at one of the lowest points i've been at in a really long time. my mental health is bad my physical health is bad. i experienced SA a year ago and was recently diagnosed with cancer. i have 2-5 doctors appointments every week with various specialists.

all the while me and two of my doctors are talking about if i need to make a career change that's going to best support my poor health and improve my overall well being. and my family and friends struggle to understand, because i have a doctorate and a good job and live on my own. everyone looks at my life in awe, and they don't understand why i'm unhappy. they tell me so every time i try to explain it.

so when i played i immediately identified with curly. here is a man who's deeply depressed, having hallucinations, trying to reach out to his best friend for support but just has his words thrown back in his face, doesn't want to burden anya with his stuff because she has her own stuff and he wants her to lean on him, he has all these responsibilities and people look up to him and rely on him and have these ideas about him. the highest wrung of their ladder is the lowest of his, and they have no way of conceptualizing why or how he's unhappy and dissatisfied. before the reveal that he's innocent, i completely understood why he attempted suicide.

and then he develops a new disability.

when jimmy goes to crash the ship, he uses curly's unhappiness to try to convince him a murder-suicide is a good idea, and it works. it buys jimmy enough time to get to the cockpit and crash the ship. curly's too in his own head to realize what jimmy meant because jimmy distracted him with how bad his life is. it isn't until the sirens start that curly snaps out of it and it clicks for him what jimmy's done.

i'm not going to re-litigate the issue about if curly could have done more for anya because i've said pretty much all i have to say on it already.

but we really need to highlight that in addition to his lack of tangible choices, he's sleep deprived, deeply depressed, and hallucinating. this is not a man in his right mind making his best choices.

and over and over again i see people refusing to extend him any empathy, to call him a bystander. does a man who says he'll do anything to help and who wanted to be there when anya broke the news and who does his best to play liaison between anya and jimmy sound like a bystander? he let anya keep the gun case! he knew having it would help her feel better!

how good of a friend have you been when you were in your pit of despair? how much were you able to pour into others when your glass was empty?

anya wanted her and curly's support to be reciprocal. if she has enough psych training to do the evals, and having been thru nursing school, she's probably well aware that she and curly need to both be pouring into each other if either of them are going to be any good to anyone. but curly is so determined to defend and protect anya he won't confide in her, despite the fact it's running him so thin that he almost takes jimmy's bait that suicide is a good idea.

i don't think we need to absolve curly of his responsibility. i don't think we should over look his role as an enabler. i don't think we should discredit or discount analyses of his failures. but i'm so tired of people actively avoiding getting in his shoes, getting in his head, reflecting on how they've acted in the past when thinking and feeling similar ways. our worst moments don't make us monsters.

it makes me so sad. and frankly it makes me feel like all the times my family hasn't understood when i've tried to reach out. curly is screaming in agony and just like jimmy we're just trying to keep him quiet because it's too complicated to deal with.

#mouthwashing #ok to reblog

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threebea · 3 months ago

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I was thinking about how the Padawans being part of the war effort DOES suck and kind of bother me, but for some reason I don't really see it as an in universe moral failing of the Jedi.

First I was like: well Star Wars is aimed at kids . A pov character that is a kid makes sense. Especially in the early seasons of TCW and Rebels. This was added in the cartoon and it became part of movie canon after the fact that Padawans held military rank. Suspension of disbelief etc etc.

Then I was like... Wait. Padme was fourteen when she became elected queen, and although it was supposed to be a peaceful rule it got to the point where other fourteen-year-olds became her body doubles in case of assassinations. She also goes and leads an army to take back her planet. At no point was anyone like: you know what you're fourteen you should probably stay at base camp while we do this. We don't actually need you for the storming the palace part.

The GFFA in universe does not place moral significance on it. It isn't weird. If it did there is no way Shmi would have said: yes my nine year old son will do the death race when he doesn't have to even though he has never won or finished before. The plot must allow the gffa to be okay with child endangerment with the good guys still being good guys. No one says Shmi is a terrible mom when she agrees to let Anakin do it. She wasn't being coerced she's just convinced that the only way to help people is to put a nine year old in a death race. In real life if she did that we'd be horrified. And remember Padme isn't bothered because of Anakin's age she's bothered that they're staking everything on a random kid.

So Padawan Commanders makes sense in the GFFA.

Although yeah it makes sense to feel bad about Padawan Commanders in the real world, it also doesn't really say anything about the Jedi and their morality. They're pretty in step with the rules of morality of the universe.

The GFFA has similarities, but it isn't our galaxy.

Would I want children in real life to be trained as Jedi? No. I wouldn't want an eight year old to be trained as crimefighting hero Robin either. It's only when we're looking back at these things through an adult lens and ground fantasy in reality that it becomes a problem.

If you don't want to suspend your disbelief that's fine. But can you make moral judgements on the Jedi without looking at anyone else in the galaxy about this one particular fact? I don't think you can.

I don't know, funny to think about. Especially with the newer media which is aimed at for adults with nostalgia. Then the story does try to seem grounded in reality, but also trying to justify the past where our belief was suspended.

#pro jedi #star wars #meta #ymmv #jedi #gffa #long post

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muniimyg · 4 months ago

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what happens if I ask for more bbydaddy jk? 🍼🍪

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ bbydaddy!jk (3) ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ *nsfw*

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one thing that you've always liked about jungkook is that he never got in your way.

from the beginning, he has always been supportive and more than willing to compromise (aka accept the short end of the stick) if it was about your happiness. besides, he has always offered and insisted... and it's not a selfish thing to want more for yourself, right? so, you can't help but take it. you're grateful and beyond relieved that the father of your child is such a loving man. you know it. you believe it.

so, it baffles you he finally does it.

jungkook stands in your way.

"hey! what are you—w-what? jungkook, get up."

but it's too late. jungkook falls to his knees, keeping his chin up. he looks at you, glossy-eyed and utterly heartbroken. he has a bouquet of flowers in one hand while the other is placed on top of his heart.

"i'll be miserable if you do this to me."

"but this isn't about you—"

"make it about me."

a moment passes and his pleading eyes speak beyond his four words. you see it. you see how weak he is and how much of his heart he's laying out for you.

jungkook then takes the silence as a sign to continue his confession. "i'm begging you to fucking choose me right now. please, ___. you can be mad at me forever but d-don't—"

"okay, okay," you yield, bending down and cupping his face with your hands. jungkook can smell the perfume on your wrist and remember how you always wore it on date nights.

he sighs heavily, holding back his tears.

"jungkook, i'm not mad at you. what are you talking about?"

truth be told... he doesn't know either.

all he knows is that he isn't ready for this. he can't live with himself knowing that you chose someone else (you haven't and you didn't). it's a fear that plagues jungkook's mind, body, and soul. it's what drives him crazy and what keeps him sane.

he needs to get you back.

"what's going on, honey? talk to me.." you insist, moving your hands to his hair. you push the strands that cover his eyes away and smile at him gently. "come on, jungkook. it's just me."

"i love you," he says ever so sincerely. "i can't... i d-don't think i'm ready for this."

"for what?"

shrugging, he pushes the flowers in between you two. "you want flowers? you want to go on dates? you want to be loved right? god, ___... i can do it. you know i can—"

"jungkook, i know you can—"

"i can be here seven days a week. i can be more than zion's dad. i love it—i love him, really! but i also love his mom and i'm so fucking tired of acting like the past 8 months of our separation is working for me... because it's not. i miss you all the time and i h-hate... i hate that you're trying to move on."

your eyes widen and your heart breaks.

he's right.

the past 8 months have been such a difficult adjustment. you wish you had more time to confide in him, but you don't. life doesn't stop and it's so draining to wait for people to catch up to you.

"i hate this too," you admit. "a-and if you think i'm trying to move on... you're stupid."

he pouts. "if you're not trying to move on, then why are you going on this date? with nam joon at that... seriously? he's the most boring person in your firm."

you laugh.

"my colleagues said they would stop pushing us to be together if i went out on one date with him. do you know how much time they take away from my cases? all they do is gossip about him and i. you know i hate that—"

jungkook glares at you. "then just tell them we're back together."

"you want me to lie?"

"be honest with me," jungkook tugs you close. "one of us is a liar and it's not me."

you gulp.

"it's not that easy—"

"what do you want, honey?" he asks you. his gaze drops to your lips and then back to your eyes. "i can give it to you."

"jungkook..."

he tightens his lips and places his hand on the back of your neck. gently, he inches you closer to him.

"fuck it. to hell with what you want.”

then, he crashes his lips onto yours.

he kisses you like he's missed you his entire life. he places his hands on your waist as you two make your way inside your apartment. he shuts the door with the back of his foot and guides you to the bedroom you both once shared.

there, he sets you on the bed and begins to undress you. he kisses your waist, easing your mind, and earns pretty moans from you. it boosts his ego. it makes his dick so fucking hard.

god, you fuck him up so bad so fast.

once you’re naked, he takes a second to look at you. he deeply inhales and throws his head back. when he looks at you, you roll your eyes and he winces at you.

“my woman is so beautiful. you are so fucking divine, honey. i’m—goddamn. i’m so favoured.”

you stick your tongue out and toss a pillow at him. he dodges it and laughs.

as you relax, he then begins to strip. you watch, hungrily and more than ready for what's to come next. once he's bare, he towers over you. just as he kisses you and slides his fingers between your wet folds, your phone starts to buzz.

you and jungkook turn your attention to the corner of your nightstand. he groans in annoyance as the buzzing continues. reaching over, he checks the notification.

[5:57pm] 7 missed calls: atty. kim nam joon [now] incoming call: atty. kim nam joon

jungkook hisses.

then, he turns to you and smirks. cheekily, he says; "your vibrator still broken? we can use this instead."

#bts fanfic #bts scenario #jk smut scenario #jk smau #jk series

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calisources · 9 months ago

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𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒.

All sentences were taken from different sources about romance, marriage and specially arranged marriage and what that entails. Mentions of affairs, mistresses, wedding ceremonies and medieval talks of what marriage entails follow. Change names, pronouns and locations however you see fit.

Marriage is a marriage, whether it is arranged or not. Both necessitate the same level of dedication.

It’s not an option to be best friends with your life partner; it’s a requirement for a firm foundation in a long-term relationship.

Arranged marriage is not always a bed of roses, but it is possible to achieve with love and faith.

It’s different for women, isn’t it? They have no choice where they go. They grow up in a prison and then get married into one.

Is there anything more courageous/stupid than saying yes to spend your life with someone you have no idea about?

The country was as much of a mystery to me as the man I had married.

One day you’ll be in love with me.

You could be a titled lady.

I have avoided the fate my father had planned for me. Surely it is I who has won, not he.

I do not care about power and wealth, father. I want to marry for love.

But if you were matched, what do you think she'd be like?

We're supposed to be unable to keep our hands off of each other.

In this case the time is not so important for me, the person asking for commitment is.

We are trapped by convention and must marry another.

Every good child knows: duty before your heart's desire.

I am to be a bride, but whose?

I married you to stop the bloodshed, and you keep killing. When will it be enough- when?

I found out soon after we met that Leah’s father had promised her in marriage to some young Pole.

If I ever get into an arranged marriage, I want it to be like theirs.

Arranged marriages require effort; constantly and every day. And where there is love, you want to make these efforts.

A successful arranged marriage can help climb the biggest mountain and build the biggest empire.

An arranged marriage is like wine; it tastes good with time.

You will marry him and do your duty to your House.

You are my daughter and you will do as I say. End of discussion.

Love? What does love have to do with marriage?

He'll honour his duty to family and swallow it.

I was three when my parents promised me. When a deal was struck.

So I was raised to be his wife. I was taught my favorite color was gold because his favorite color was gold. I was told my favorite foods were his favorite foods

I never thought what it would actually be like to have him... be gone.

I was raised for him, and now I am... new. I am brand-new. And I do not even know how to breathe air he does not exhale.

A bride at her second marriage does not wear a veil. She wants to see what she is getting.

Marriage is a financial contract; I have enough contracts already.

The dowry, not the wife, is the object of attraction.

Arranged marriages work like this. The girl is hardly asked and is expected to follow whatever her parents deem fit.

Marry, that marry is the very theme I came to talk of.

Maybe she'll be beautiful. Maybe she'll be rich. As long as she brings swords and men.

Perhaps love is a minor madness.

It doesn't matter who the seed is. The important thing is that it has a place in your womb.

Her maidenhood will seal an alliance and must be kept safe.

Every married woman knows a man can have mistresses and we must look the other way.

All I ask is, that you do not cast me aside. Have mistresses and lovers as you please, but confide in me as I am to be your wife.

A husband’s first and foremost job in a marriage is to protect and love his wife.

Touching without looking had been incredibly arousing.

In my opinion, most marriages are based either on money or the fear of being alone.

I want you in every way there is to want. I want you in any way you choose to share.

I'm free to do with my wife as I fucking please.

The marriage of convenience lasts until you become an inconvenience.

Ours is a marriage of convenience and nothing more.

From now on, you're sleeping in our room. There's no chance in hell I'm letting you sleep far away from me again.

You agreed to this marriage and didn’t even dare to ask my opinion on the matter.

You're going to bend, and so am I. We're going to compromise, negotiate, and distract each other.

Being together means our priorities are going to change.

Men marry because they are tired; women, because they are curious: both are disappointed.

I don't think I am likely to marry, Harry. I am much too in love.

It is certainly romantic to be in love, but there's nothing romantic about a definite proposal.

They are royals, whoever they marry is not their choice but who is better for the crown.

That is a match made in a boardroom.

Once you are wed to another, you will forget me.

I will marry a man who desires me but I have no interest in.

I will not be a secret kept in shadows. Once you are wed, I will leave.

How can I marry them, when I am in love with another? It is not fair to them, that I think of you when I’m with them.

Ever since I met you, no one else has been worth thinking about.

Behave yourself, out here, we are wed and what you do, reflects on me.

You are being sold like a mare and do not care.

Once I bore him a son, he shall be happy, I know it.

We hate one another but for peace, we must wed. At least, let us enjoy this part of the contract.

I am doing this for my family and for the terms you offer.

A marriage is simply an alliance.

All will be well, love can be found in a marriage. If not love, at least, good company.

Do your duty and give him sons. That’s all men want.

I will not be paraded around in a bedding ceremony. I will wed them and bed them, but I will not be humiliated.

You think this title gives me power, but you forget, I am a woman.

I am lucky enough to have options. None who please me but at least, I can choose one.

Come to bed now, husband. It is our wedding night, after all.

#roleplay memes #sentence meme #( cali meme. )#rp memes #rp prompt #rp musings #roleplay prompt #arranged marriage

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incorrectbatfam · 1 year ago

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Do the batfamily members ever get too into their undercover work? (Undercover in an office and theyre worried about spreadsheets, working in a warehouse and coming home complaining about missing parts)

Bruce: Status updates on your undercover missions. Dick, you first. What have you got down at the docks?

Dick: I haven't confirmed the Killer Croc sightings yet, but more importantly, our catch hasn't been measuring up to last year's. Tuna we're doing okay on, but the salmon population seems to be on the low end. I've contacted the Department of Wildlife and Fisheries but it'll be another 3-5 business days before they can come down and check it out.

Bruce: At least you're doing something to help. Jason?

Jason: Class was okay. I think the kids are warming up to me as their substitute while Mrs. Maloney is out on maternity leave. The average on the last vocabulary quiz was 83.53% so either I'm doing my job right or they need to be challenged. I'm worried about Tristan Lancy, though. He's normally a good student but his grades have been dropping recently and his parents don't seem like safe people to tell. I'll talk to him tomorrow and try to pair him up with a peer tutor if he needs it.

Bruce: Also see if he has any alternate contacts besides his parents. Tim, any updates at the chemical plant?

Tim: If by updates you mean OSHA violations, I could go on all week. We got a batch of new recruits today and they were just thrown into the work—no PPE, no safety training, nothing. This is what happens when you place production over employee well-being. I'm gonna file a complaint after this meeting. Also, I think the union will have something to say about the manager cutting people's lunch breaks short.

Bruce: I see. Damian? Please tell me you found something volunteering at the zoo.

Damian: Depends on how you define "found." While I have not obtained evidence of a mutant larvae black market, I did help some of the animals at the sanctuary make progress with their recovery. Bobo the monkey is healing from his broken arms and we're gradually getting him re-acclimated to climbing higher surfaces. Suzie the black bear was born a little prematurely but seems to be catching up to her peers in terms of growth. Lastly, we got a grant for additional wildcat research and enrichment. As an aside, we are having an educational seminar on European mountain goats this Friday at 3:30 and I expect all of you to be there.

Bruce: I'll put that on our calendars. Steph?

Steph: It's not really undercover work for me, just work. Anyway, yes the newest Batburger location is being used for money laundering. But I really need to vent about the customers for a sec. We don't open until 10 and at 9:30 this morning some moron was banging on our door demanding Jokerized cheese fries. Then right in the middle of the lunch rush, Janie got sick so I had to fill in as the cashier and it was hell. After that, I had to step in between a fight at the drive-thru because the customer claimed we only gave him nine pieces of his ten-piece Robin nuggets and tried to beat up the kid who took his order. And to top it all off, an entire high school hockey team came in five minutes before closing.

Bruce: Cass?

Cass, blowing balloons: Can't talk. Arranging bat mitzvah.

Bruce: Duke, you're my last hope.

Duke: Margie's bringing a peanut butter chocolate cake to the bake sale. I swiped her recipe and we can easily beat her. Her ganache is way too watery and just runs off the top of the cake, which isn't even leveled. She's also trying to do something with a raspberry filling that isn't working at all. It's like she couldn't decide on what to bring. The bake sale committee also asked if we can bring some apple pies because the original baker has to go out of town for a family emergency. I think we'll win if we bring them with some ice cream and a touch of caramel, even though this isn't a contest.

Bruce: Thank you. At least our most critical case has been taken care of.

Barbara: ...I'll save my book launch for later.

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Dragon Age: The Veilguard info compilation Post 2

[Link to Part 1]

Post is under a cut due to length.

There is a lot of information coming out right now about DA:TV from many different sources. This post is just an effort to compile as much as I can in one place, in case that helps anyone. Sources for where the information came from have been included. Where I am linking to a social media user’s post, the person is either a dev, a Dragon Age community council member or other person who has had a sneak peek at and played the game. nb, this post is more of a ‘info that came out in snippets from articles and social media posts’ collection rather than a 'regurgitating the information on the official website or writing out what happened in the trailer/gameplay reveal’ post. The post is broken down into headings on various topics. A few points are repeated under multiple headings where relevant. Where I am speculating without a source, I have clearly demarcated this.

Character Creation

It is the best CC BioWare has ever made in a game [source]

The faction we choose will determine who we as protagonist Rook were before they were recruited to put a stop to Solas [source]

Certain conversation options are only available to Rooks of certain factions. For example, Grey Wardens get conversation options that are focused on the Blight, as they know more about it from other people. It also impacts how people talk to Rook (reactivity from characters and then faction reactivity from plots relating to that faction) [source]

Faction choice affects a lot of things [source]

There aren't unique missions (I think this means like the playable Origins in DA:O), but faction choice does set the course for Rook for the rest of the game [source]

"body customization and morphing. From more muscular characters, to curvier builds, and just about any shape you want to give your character, there are all sorts of toggles to adjust so you can give them any figure you want". "There's even features that let you choose proportions, so you can alter their height, give them wider shoulders, and much more" [source]

There are makeup options [source]

There are tattoo options [source]

The hair uses a "Strand system" to "make them behave and move in a believable way for the different races" [source]. (Fel note/speculation: I think "race" here refers to irl, as opposed to like human vs qunari or something, as the language they are using for human/elf/dwarf/qunari is "Lineage")

There are 4 voices to choose from for Rook: two feminine and tow masculine (one American, one British for each) [source]

In CC, 'Lineage' is the game's parlance for race i.e. human, elf, dwarf, qunari [source]

We can pick Rook's name, but the dialogue calls them 'Rook' [source]

In CC we can "make a few key decisions that will impact how The Veilguard begins" [source]

"I really do think its our most feature-ful character creator ever." [source]

Story and lore

In the opening segment of the game (see more on the story's opening moments here), we're too late and Solas' ritual worsens, so Rook and the companions go to stop him. When travelling to the next location (Arlathan Forest) in the chase after Solas, the characters travel through an eluvian [source]. The Forest is where his ritual is taking place. Varric then asks the player if he should confront Solas, and players then work to take down the surrounding statues in order to stop the ritual. "I won’t spoil what happens next, but I’ll just say the player and Veilguard have a tall task ahead of them if they want to save Thedas." [source]

Four of the 6 faction options for Rook (Mourn Watch, Lords of Fortune, Veil Jumpers, Shadow Dragons) are "rooted in northern Thedas" [source]

There aren't unique missions (I think this means like the playable Origins in DA:O), but faction choice does set the course for Rook for the rest of the game [source]

A line of dialogue Dorian had at the Winter Palace in DA:I about what Tevinter is like informed the devs' approach to bringing to life the setting of Tevinter: ""There's a line in Dragon Age Inquisition that we always like to call back to," Epler says. "Dorian goes to the Winter Palace, which, up to that point, is probably the most impressive thing you've seen [as the Inquisitor], and [he] says something like, 'Oh, this is cute.' And we had to ask, what does it look like? What is Tevinter if Dorian sees that [the Winter Palace] and thinks that?"" [source]

The fact that Minrathous used to be the land of the elves was factored into the location's design. John Epler: "You can see the architecture has changed. It's become a lot more elven focused. And something that we've kind of hinted at, but we've never really shown explicitly, is the idea that Tevinter is built on the bones of the ancient elven empire. Tevinter itself, Minrathous itself, all the magic you see, that's just a pale imitation of what the elves are capable of. So you'll start to see as you get deeper into the game, the elves, for example, worked Lyrium into their building materials. Tevinter can't quite figure out how to do that. So instead, you'll see more gold and gems, kind of imitating it, but not ever quite approaching what the elves are able to do, and really creating that continuity of the space. Obviously, Solas isn't too thrilled that this world is the way it is, because he lived in a time of miracles and magic, and even the most magical place in Thedas isn't magic like the elven people used to be able to do" [source]

At the end of the opening portion of the game there is a "jaw-dropping title card cliffhanger" [source]

On the opening sequence: ""One of the things we wanted to do with this game is make the prolog feel like the final mission of a different game," John Epler says. "We really needed to get the stakes, the spectacle, right off the bat. Obviously, players who had been waiting to confront Solas have been waiting for just this moment."" [source]

Each companion has their own storyline that runs parallel to the main story [source]

You cannot succeed without the companions. Each of them has a reason why they need to be part of your party, why they need to help you stop the end of the world [source]

All 7 companions are recruited in the game's first act [source]

The firey demon looking guys shown near the start of the Gameplay Reveal are Rage Demons. Demons in general got a revamp in this game "to more closely align their look", this can be seen with the shades and the Pride demons as well. "they’re creatures of emotion so they have a spectral nervous system look" [source]

The Pride demon the group fight at the Solas face-off in the Gameplay Reveal video "was more a direct tie to Solas than anything else, but it didn't escape us how much it echoed the beginning of DA:I". they wanted to show the stakes and the scale of Solas' power [source]

Characters, companions, romance

Harding was one of the earliest characters that the devs wanted to bring into DA4, because she was such a fan favorite. She is this game's 'traditional returning' character [source]

Each character's romance flavor or style is different. They don't want every character for the romance to feel the same. They want everyone to have their own flavor that's appropriate to them as a character [source] [two]

"We found as we were building a story, more than ever before, it's a story about the people around you; a story about building this team, and working with them." [source]

Each companion has their own storyline that runs parallel to the main story [source]

You cannot succeed without the companions. Each of them has a reason why they need to be part of your party, why they need to help you stop the end of the world [source]

All companions are pansexual (specifically pansexual, not playersexual) [source]

Their pansexuality may come through in what we learn about their backstories [source]

No companion romance is race-locked [source]

Companions reference their past experiences or partners, and they reference who they'll become romantic with. [source]

If you don't romance a character, they may find a different partner for themselves. This could be within the companion roster itself or outside of it in the broader world. [source] For example, if the player does not romance Harding, she may get together with Taash [source]

The game is rated M [source]

The game contains nudity [source]

We can start flirting with the companions pretty early [source]

All 7 companions are recruited in the game's first act [source]

It is not until later parts of the game that you really commit to romance and things get pretty spicy [source]

The nudity, spicy things etc is more towards the end of the game [source]

The devs want the companions to be relatable and fully realized. So things get spicy, but in a more relatable way for people than e.g. some of the more shocking and comical scenes of this nature in Baldur's Gate 3 [source]

How sexually explicit the scenes are varies between characters. Some are more spicy than others. They have diverse personalities like in real life. "Some of them are more physical, more aggressive, and some of them are more... we have a gentleman necromancer [Emmrich], for instance, that is more intimate and sensual." [source] "some characters may be a little more steamy while some characters maybe a little bit more innocent" [source]

The romance and relationship system is more fleshed out than in previous BioWare games. A character's romance will be better woven into their personal story arc and into their involvement in the core questline of the game [source]

"BioWare has also worked to ensure that getting to know your characters as friends feels just as satisfying - and that just because you're not banging your buddy, their (platonic) relationship with you will still continue." ""One of the things we tried to do with The Veilguard is it's not just romantic relationship building," Epler continued. "You need to get to know a person before you can really build that kind of relationship with them, and if you choose not to build a [romantic] relationship, we never want to feel like you're being cut off. There's no 'okay, well, their arc isn't progressing, I'm done'." We want to make sure the non-romantic relationships are deep as well, with friendships not just for companions and yourself, but also between companions across the party."" [source]

GDL reprises his role as Solas [source]

Gameplay, presentation, performance etc

The game has a photo mode [source]

Combat is fast-paced [source]

If you pause the game using the ability wheel you can scan enemies to learn more information about them [source]

Each of the 3 main classes is distinguished by how it generates and spends energy for abilities [source]

Each of the 3 subclasses for each 3 main class promise to offer some meaningful distinctions from each other [source]

for this, rogues have momentum. You build momentum by attacking, by dodging, by parrying, and you lose it by being hit, so there's really a focus with rogues on avoiding damage, avoiding attacks. They build momentum quickly, but they lose it quickly. Warriors have rage, which they build a little bit more slowly, but they don't lose [source]

Attacks can be cancelled [source]

Regarding enemy weaknesses, some of these are elemental. In other cases their defenses are more vulnerable to specific types of abilities [source]

Combat seems to be a matter of managing our abilities as best we can to whittle down enemy defenses and take advantage of their weaknesses [source]

Over the course of the game we get access to three abilities per companion as well as an additional two abilities we can slot, and an additional ability that coms off of items that the devs will not talk about for now [source]

Fully offline single player, no EA account linking, no micro-transactions [source]

The game uses advanced rendering tech in Frostbite, nice subsurface scattering, high quality meshes, while having a striking pseudo-painterly look [source]

There are blood spatters in the game [source]

Production values on the game have gone through the roof. It looks like a big improvement on what came before [source]

On the music: "lots of foreboding tunes mixed with epic flair" [source]

Good voice acting, great facial animations, good hair tech, busy-looking environments and worlds [source]

It's not open world. "There are open areas you can explore around in, but it's mostly structured/mission based, sort of like Mass Effect." [source]

There are difficulty options [source]

They will talk about PC spec stuff at a later time [source]

There is probably an option to see damage numbers [source]

There are many reasons why the game is M-rated [source]

There are lots of abilities, with 3 swapped in on the wheel at any one time [source]

There are a bunch of accessibility options and they will talk about these soon [source]

The ability wheel gives you flexibility to enhance your playstyle. If you don't want to use it at all, you don't have to and that's no issue as shortcuts are available [source]

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oneshotnewbie · 29 days ago

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Hi hi! How are you? I wanted to know if you could write something about Emily Prentiss x reader, where reader gets hurt (either in a case or an accident whatever) and Emily comforts her? I need a lot of angst and comfort🤭 I would appreciate it very much 🛐

Summary: The team investigates the disappearance of several people in a remote forest area. You and Emily are separated from the group while following a lead. As they move through the forest, you step into a hidden trap set by the perpetrator.

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The wind blew cold through the treetops, and the branches creaked ominously as the BAU team moved carefully through the thick, impenetrable undergrowth of the forest area. Emily Prentiss, walking in front, felt the cold seeping through her jacket and pulled the collar up. Her gaze was sharp, her hands tightly gripped the flashlight and her service weapon. The ground beneath her boots was damp and muddy, and each step she took made the leaves crackle threateningly.

Next to her, you moved, another BAU agent who had only been on the team for less than a year, but had already gained a lot of trust in the group. In your young years, with a sharp mind and a natural curiosity, you had quickly proven yourself to be a valuable addition.

Today, however, there was a heaviness in the air - the disappearance of four hikers in this remote patch of forest was a disturbing case. And the deeper you went into the forest, the more the darkness seemed to swallow you up.

"Do you think this is a coincidence?" you asked, breaking the tense silence. Your voice was muffled between the dense forest as you let your gaze wander over the treetops. "Four people, within two weeks?"

Emily shook her head. "No, and I don't think you do either." She paused and shone her flashlight in your face. You flinched from the sudden and intense light, your eyes narrowed. She, however, wore a mischievous smile on her lips. "We're dealing with someone who knows the area well. This is no coincidence, this is planned."

You nodded and looked around as she shone the light into the distance again, the tension in your eyes unmistakable. "I can't help it, but this... it feels wrong. Too quiet, too..."

"Dangerous," Emily added, meeting your gaze. "Normally you should hear birds here, small animals, anything. But it's like everything has retreated." She waved her flashlight back and forth, but the light seemed to disappear in the fog that was slowly rolling in.

"Hotch said we shouldn't stray too far from the group," you reminded, stopping to examine a broken, thicker branch more closely. "The weather forecast doesn't look good."

"I know," Emily replied, checking the radio. "But we have tracks here that look fresher than anything else we've found so far. Maybe we're closer to them than we think."

You knelt down and ran your fingertips over the ground, which was covered with old leaves. "Look at this," you said, pointing to a series of irregular prints in the ground. "These are shoe prints, and they're fresh. Someone walked through here recently."

Emily leaned over him to look at the tracks. "They're shallow and deep - like someone moved in a hurry. Either he was being followed or..." she paused and looked into the distance. This time you were the one to finish her sentence. "He's following someone."

A quiet static on the radio interrupted your concentration and for a moment, you both jumped. "Prentiss, y/l/n, how are you?" Hotch's deep, controlled voice came. Emily pressed the talk button. "We've found a fresh track about a kilometer east of the victims' last known location. We're following it to see where it leads. Nothing unusual so far, but we're staying cautious."

"Understood," came the reply. "Keep your eyes peeled. The weather report has changed - a storm is coming. Be careful not to get blown too far away from the rest of the team."

Emily looked at you, and you gave her a playful, quick glance. "Y/n is counting our steps and the number of meters we cover. We'll stay in touch." She lowered the radio, winking at you in amusement. "Stay with me. We'll follow the trail."

The two of you continued on your way, the dense branches of the forest becoming increasingly eerie as the light of your flashlights danced over the uneven terrain and the gnarled roots that protruded from the ground like fingers. The sky was covered with heavy clouds that dimmed the light of the incoming moon, and the wind increased, whipping through the leaves and making the trees appear like shadowy creatures bending under an invisible weight.

"Looks like we have company," you murmured, pointing to a small deer that peeked out from between the trees in the distance before disappearing. "Maybe not quite so dead out here."

Emily laughed briefly before nodding. "At least we know that not everything has disappeared." But the uneasy feeling remained inside her. Everything seemed so strange, so prepared. Neither of you had found many traces so far, the four missing people seemed to have vanished into thin air.

After a while you reached a clearing. The ground was soft, almost swampy, and in the middle stood several old tree stumps like forgotten guardians of a bygone age. You stopped and let the beam of light wander over the ground. "It's... even stranger here than back there."

"Strange how?" asked Emily, following your gaze.

You pointed to the ground. "No animal tracks. No moss on the stumps. They look like they were recently cut down. Why here, in the middle of nowhere?" you took a step closer as your eyes locked on an object on the ground, next to it irregular patterns in the moss. "And this - look at this."

You knelt down and reached for a scrap of cloth hanging from one of the stumps. "This could be from one of the victims," you said, looking at the cloth. "That would be an indication that they came through here. But why through the middle of this clearing and not on the familiar paths.

"Maybe they were forced," Emily wondered aloud. "Or they were trying to hide."

At that moment, a stronger wind picked up, sweeping across the clearing, forcing Emily to push her hair back. A dull rumble shook the earth - the storm Hotch had mentioned was approaching. A cold tingle crept up her neck, and she knew you both had to be careful. If the storm hit, visibility would get even worse, and going back down could be dangerous.

"We should get back to the team," you suggested, straightening up. "Otherwise we'll be stuck out here."

Emily nodded hesitantly, her eyes still on the scrap of cloth. "Agreed. But let's go back in a wider circle - I want to see if we can find any more tracks."

The two of you left the clearing and walked further into the darkness of the forest. The fog thickened again, and the branches seemed to reach out to you like fingers as you made your way. Suddenly Emily stopped and put her hand back in front of your middle. "Do you hear that?"

You stopped, your ears pricked. There was a distant, irregular and rustling crack, as if something or someone nearby had stepped on a larger branch and it had broken into several halves. Both of you froze, your hands immediately back on your weapons. Emily nodded in the direction of the sound, and you moved silently and alertly through the undergrowth.

You followed the sound that led you deeper into the forest. But before you could run any further, you heard a loud crash, followed by a thunderous rumble. The storm had started, and the rain suddenly pattered through the leaves with full force, making the ground slippery and making every movement difficult. For a brief moment, you lost your balance as you tripped over a rock. Emily reflexively grabbed your arm and held you tight.

"Careful," she said with a smile that tried to ease the tense mood. "I don't want you to disappear here in the forest." You smiled back. "Thank you, but I won't leave you here alone. I know you need me."

She punched you lightly on the shoulder, still holding your arm tightly in her hand. The darkness engulfed you as the forest around you came to life and the shadows seemed to stir. "We have to get out of here," Emily shouted over the noise. "Back to the clearing, and then we'll find our way back to the team."

Rain pelted down on you and Emily Prentiss like a curtain of needles, and every step through the thicket became a struggle. Your flashlight beams broke through the thick fog that swallowed the forest, but visibility was miserable. Every beam of light was broken by the raindrops that fell on you like sparkling crystals.

"Damn," Emily cursed as she made her way through the muddy earth. The branches beat against her arms and the wind almost took her breath away. "This storm is getting worse. We have to hurry."

You were close behind her, your gaze focused but alert. "This is not normal weather," you repeated over the howling of the storm. "We have to be careful not to take the wrong path."

Emily stopped, her face tense as she tried to get her bearings. The path you had come was no longer visible in the raging storm. You continued on your way, the sound of rain drumming on the leaves and ground becoming deafening.

"Stay close to me," she said as she climbed over a fallen tree trunk and reached out her hand to help you over the tree. You nodded and followed her, the wetness soaking into your skin and the weight of the soaked fabric making every movement harder, but your brave smile on your lips brought warmth despite the cold of the outside world.

But then it happened.

A deafening crack echoed through the forest, followed by an agonizing scream and the collapse of your body. Emily turned around in a flash, her eyes widening as she saw you suddenly fall to the ground. The light from her flashlight danced down to you and she recognized the metallic glint around your ankle - a trap.

"Y/n!" she screamed, running the inches back to you. You were on the ground, your face twisted in pain and your leg caught in the razor sharp jaws of an old rusted bear trap. Blood seeped through the fabric of your pants and mixed with the rain that ran in rivulets across the ground."

"Damn, damn, damn!" Emily muttered frantically as she looked more closely at the trap. "Stay calm, okay? I'll get you out of here."

You clenched your teeth, your face covered in sweat and pale with pain. "It... hurts like hell," you groaned, trying to take calm and deep breaths. "I... I didn't see her. It was hidden under the leaves."

Emily swallowed, her heart racing. She knew that this type of trap was terribly dangerous - it could shatter bones and tear tissue. And she knew that the perpetrator had placed it here on purpose to catch his victims. "Stay with me, okay?" she said firmly, even though fear was at the back of her throat. "I'll try to open the trap."

Her hands were shaking as she leaned over the rusty iron blades. The rain made everything slippery, and the metal was cold and slick. She squeezed the levers, but the trap was old, and the springs were rock hard. "Damn..." she muttered, using up her strength. "The thing... is stuck."

You screamed as the pressure on your ankle increased significantly, your eyes squeezed shut as a gasp escaped you as the pain ripped through your entire leg shot. "Emily... I don't know how long I can take this," you whispered, your voice rough and tense.

"I got you," Emily answered, her eyes determined as she tried again. Her muscles burned and the rain lashed her face, but finally the trap opened a crack. "I'll get it!"

With one last tug, she managed to open the trap enough to free your leg. You quickly pulled it away and let the trap snap shut - a sound that echoed in the darkness. Emily immediately knelt down next to you, pulled up your pants and began to examine your leg. The fabric was already completely torn, blood was flowing in streams, and she could see the gaping wound where the iron had dug into your flesh.

"This is going to hurt," she warned as she ripped the loose piece of your pants apart and tied it around the wound. "But I have to stop the blood flow."

You nodded, your jaw muscles tense, but you looked into her eyes with familiarity. "Just do it," you whispered, your voice weak. "I trust you, but hurry, I think I'm going to throw up from the pain."

Emily wrapped the fabric around your leg as tightly as she could and squeezed with all her might to stop the blood. You gasped and tensed, but you held still. "We need to get out as soon as possible," she said quietly, gently brushing a strand of hair from your face.

Her eyes searched the darkness for a suitable place to hide, trying to remember where they could hide. "There's a small depression ahead," she said. "We can hide under it and wait for the storm to subside. We can't stay here."

You nodded, but your face was ashen and she could see you fighting the pain. The tremors running through your body, however, were seriously worrying her. "Can you get up?" she asked, her voice shaking with fear.

"It might be hard, I can barely stand on that leg," you murmured, reaching out a hand to her. "But I can try." Emily grabbed you and carefully pulled you up, taking your weight. She carefully slid an arm under your shoulder. "Lean on me, okay? I'll hold you."

Together you fought your way forward, step by step through the storm that pressed against you like a living enemy. The rain had now turned the ground into a slippery quagmire, and the weight of you on her shoulder made her sway. Her gaze flickered between the path and you, every fiber of her being focused on protecting you while ignoring the cold and exhaustion that was settling in her bones. All that mattered was you.

Every step was torture for you, and she could feel your whole body tensing up with each limp. "Hey, I need you with me, okay?" she kept saying quietly, her voice soft and soothing like an anchor you could hold on to. "Just a little bit more... we can do it."

But suddenly you collapsed, your legs gave way, and Emilly had to let you sink to the ground for a brief moment. "I... I can't do this anymore," you gasped, your breathing fast and irregular. "I'm... going black."

"No, no, you stay with me," she repeated frantically as she looked at your pale face, her hand on your cheek. Emily felt the weight of the situation like an icy grip on her heart. She lifted you up with all her strength and slowly dragged you to the depression.

There she gently lowered you to the ground, under a thick carpet of hanging branches and leaves that at least offered some protection from the rain. She sat down in front of you and her fingers slid over the makeshift bandage. The blood was already seeping through.

"You're still bleeding heavily," she said, her brow furrowed with worry as she saw the extent of the injury - the trap had left deeper cuts than she had first thought and the blood was still flowing steadily. "I have to try to take better care of that."

You nodded weakly, your breathing exhausted and heavy. "Do... what you have to," you whispered, keeping your eyes on her. Your eyes told her, despite the increasing pain, that you were lucky that she was here with you.

Emily reached into her jacket pocket and pulled out a pocket knife. "I'm going to tie the fabric around your leg even tighter. It's going to hurt like hell and you'll probably get dizzy. You better lie down flat." Her voice was calm, but her eyes betrayed deep concern and panic that you were doing something wrong.

"It's okay... I'm tougher than I look," you tried to joke, but your smile seemed strained. Pain coursed through your body and weakness gnawed at you.

"Are you ready?" she asked and you nodded before laying down on the ground. With deft fingers, Emily cut the fabric of your pants further to expose the wound and cut out another piece of fabric. The sight left a lump in her throat. She folded the fabric carefully.

"You have to stay still, okay?" she said, her voice now soft, almost soothing again, as she pressed the fabric as tightly as she could around the previous wrap as an additional compress to increase the pressure on the wound. You dug into the ground, crying out loudly as the pain shot through you, but you held your leg still.

"I'm sorry," she murmured as she continued to work. "I'm so sorry. I know it stings, but you're doing great." she whispered, her eyes on you as she sealed the wound with slow, careful pressures. "I wish I could do more."

"You're doing enough already," you managed, groaning as she reached for your hand, took it in hers. "You're saving my life."

Emily paused, the fingers of her other hand still on the improvised bandage, and returned your gaze. For the first time, Emily felt that she really cared - not just as a teammate, but in a deeper, personal way.

"Okay," she said finally, tenderness in her tone that she usually hid from others. She picked up the radio. "I'm trying to reach Hotch," she pressed the talk button and leaned back against a rock to keep the signal clear. "Hotch, this is Prentiss. We have a problem."

There was a static, and she feared that the storm would make any connection impossible. But then came a low, distorted voice that she recognized as Hotch's. "Emily, we hear you. What happened?"

"Y/n is hurt," she explained, her voice shaking slightly. "She stepped into a trap - an old bear trap. We're hiding in a hollow southeast of the clearing. I've put some temporary treatment on the wound, but we need help urgently. The blood loss... is not insignificant."

There was a pause, then Hotch answered. "Understood. We're on our way. Keep her warm and awake, Emily. We'll be there in a minute."

She took a deep breath and looked back at you, who had her eyes half closed and her head tilted to the side. "They're going to get you out of here. Stay awake."

"Let's hope they're quick," you mumbled back, your breathing heavy as you tried to take a deep breath. "I'm cold."

Emily carefully slid to your side and put an arm around you to keep you warm. "I have to keep you warm," she said, rubbing her hands gently along your upper arms. "The rain and the blood loss... you can't fall asleep."

You leaned your head against her, and took her hand in yours. She fought back the tears that welled up in her eyes. In moments like these, when she saw someone so close to unconsciousness, she felt the weight of her job heavy on her shoulders. But this time it was different - it wasn't just a colleague she wanted to save. It was you, and her heart beat faster at the thought of losing you.

You know I'm looking after you, right?" She continued, trying to keep you awake and conscious, her eyes softening as they looked down at you. "I'll sit here, and I'll watch over you, like an eagle guarding its nest. I won't let anyone near you."

You tried to smile at her, but it was a weary attempt that failed. "An eagle, huh?" you asked, your eyes fixed on her even in the midst of the pain. "I... like that."

"Yes," she said, smiling back, though worry still had a firm grip on her eyes. "An eagle. No one can get to you while I'm here."

Her hand rested on your middle before her fingers intertwined with yours. She leaned closer to you to share her body heat with you. "Are you a little warmer?" she asked, your bodies close together as the rain continued to fall. She could still feel the shivering and knew she had to keep you warm in any way she could.

"I'm sorry you're in this situation because of me," you murmured, your voice shaky and quiet. You felt your strength waning. The storm had worn you both down, but you refused to give up.

"Hey, stop it," she interrupted gently, her brow furrowing with concern. "It's not your fault. We're out here together, and there's nowhere else I'd rather be than right here - with you."

You looked at her, and for a moment the pain in your eyes seemed to be overshadowed by something softer - an emotion Emily had never seen so openly in your eyes before. "Thank you. You mean more to me than I could ever say."

Emily's heart seemed to stop for a moment when she heard your words. It was as if the storm around her stopped for a moment. "I won't let you down," she whispered back, squeezing your hand tighter. "You matter to me - more than I might like to admit."

For a moment, the two of you seemed sealed off from the outside world in your small, sheltered hollow. The rain continued to fall in thick sheets and the roar of the storm was ever-present, but in that moment, all that mattered was the warmth and closeness you shared. Emily could feel you relaxing a little and she remained alert, her eyes constantly checking your wound.

Suddenly, there was a static on the radio, and this time it was clearer. "Prentiss, we've located your position - we're about 500 meters away. Hold on."

"Got it," Emily replied, breathing a sigh of relief. She looked at you again and smiled, a soft, encouraging expression crossing her features. "Listen, they're almost here. That means you have to hold on for a few more minutes."

"I'll manage," you said, and although your voice sounded weak, there was a spark of determination. "But only because you're here."

Emily felt something loosen inside her, a knot of fear and worry slowly relaxing. "Good. And you know what? I'm proud of you," she said softly, running her hand through your wet hair. "You're strong, and I'm glad we're getting through this together."

The minutes passed, and Emily stayed tirelessly by your side, rubbing your arms incessantly to keep you warm, whispering soothing words to you as she watched over you. Her alertness was sharp, and her resolve unwavering.

When she finally saw the flashlights and the shouts of her colleagues in the storm, she took a deep breath. "There they are," she said, holding you even tighter. "Everything will be okay."

When Hotch, Morgan, and JJ finally reached you, Emily felt a wave of relief flow through her body. She helped them pull you to your feet so Morgan could finally carry you in his arms to the ambulance, and stayed by your side the whole time. "We've got you," she whispered to you, sensing the group's safety. "I'm not letting you go."

And when she finally saw you safe in the team's hands, Emily knew she would do anything to protect you - like an eagle watching over its nest.

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