#he's the type who literally never takes his wedding ring off

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HI OMG ive been thinking abt aki all day im glad u have just as many thoughts about him… imagine marrying him i just 😭 idk the thought has been feeding me All Day

every aspect of it is just so dreamy...

thinking about how aki would propose to you... how he spends so much time picking out a perfect ring and rehearsing everything he wants to say to you, how he chooses the perfect location and the perfect moment and feels tears welling in his eyes when he finally gets down on one knee.

and then on the wedding day, aki telling you his vows to love you forever and sobbing like a baby at the altar, your relatives and friends all meeting him and aki wanting to make the best first impression but he's just so nervous and so happy to be surrounded by his new form of a family. and you know he'd get so shy at the thought of you taking his last name....

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who proposes first? according to this request. established relationship, fluffy fluff

Wriothesley: you should propose. This man is kinda shy when it comes to making something known and official between you two, and ultimately he is also the one worrying you may not love him as much he does you. He needs directness. When you propose him, he will become as red as a tomato, but without thinking twice he agrees, you even spot a few tears in his eyes!

Tartaglia: you propose to each other at the same day because you’re two mentally connected idiots in love. First you give it a good giggle knowing that only you two would have an awkward situation like this, and Tartaglia’s sense of humour spreads even to the marriage theme. It will be both romantic and laughable but you’ll remember this iconic moment for the rest of your lives.��

Neuvillette: definitely proposes first. He is a very family-oriented man, and he believes making you his wife officially will bring you two to another level of intimacy. And he just adores sharing domestic life with you. 

Pantalone: forgive me, but he is dumb at this point. Maybe that’s because he’s old he doesn't care about family much, but he will simply not propose first. He needs motivation to propose, like seeing someone trying to steal you off from him, or someone proposing to you instead. He needs to be jealous in order to come to the decision of marrying you. 

Capitano: proposes first but he is slow with it. He will watch you for a long time, making it 200% sure that you truly do love him. Because for him, letting you into his domestic life and literally share home with him, would mean that you have to bear seeing his scarred face every day, and he fears that a lot. His proposal is very romantic and almost brings you to tears as the man kneeling with completely flat expression asks you the question you have been waiting for a long while.

Dottore: nah you propose first. He is very focused on his job. Science, science, science every day he has literally no time to think about marriages and such. But if you finally gather your confidence and do propose him dammit, Dottore will melt and be an embarrassed, shaking mess for a few moments because he did not expect you to really love him to this point. He might isolate himself in the bathroom or any other closed room to figure his emotions because he has never felt more blessed. 

Alhaitham: he is the first to propose. It might take some time, but finally a moment comes when he collects his thoughts and goes on his knee to pull a wedding ring for you. He will be completely smitten and embarrassed at first, his voice will be shaking. But he is definitely a type to eventually get married to his s/o, since he was raised by his grandmother and grown into the man who knows big deal about traditions.

Dainsleif: you propose first, but he stops you and says that he is supposed to be the one doing that. He scolds himself for not thinking in advance. He recreates the scene, and this time he is the one proposing. When Dainsleif proposes, he has a completely serious, but at the same time soft expression on his face. Looking at him as he kneels, you realise that he is the man that will satisfy all your needs.

Baizhu: he 1000% proposes first. Trust me, Baizhu is a very responsible man and he approaches a long lasting relationship with huge responsibility too. It has been a while for him considering to propose you, but something was always holding him back. Before proposing, be will ask you once again if you truly do love him, if you are ready to bear this feable pharmacist who chose the life of suffering in order to heal people. Once you confirm that again, he will kiss you so deeply and present you the wedding ring. 

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I can’t get over it I just can’t, Carlos strutting into the firehouse with donuts is the loudest this man has ever been by a considerable margin. The majority of what we’ve seen of Carlos has been quiet and stoic, anxious, private, cautious, plagued with not-good-enough syndrome, not taking up space, never being too loud or too demanding. He’s a person who makes himself small, he’s a person who avoids displays of emotion. He’s not an in-your-face type, he’s not someone who needs or wants attention from anyone but a very select few. But this man with his wedding ring and his cowboy hat and his pink box of donuts absolutely strutting into the firehouse, arms spread, literally yelling to announce his presence. Hello 126 here I am, everybody look at me, I have treats, where’s my man at!! Showing off! Noisy! Taking up space and purposely drawing attention to himself! Carlos Tomas Reyes finally meeting his boss level self. Being loved by TK has unlocked something so vital in him that Carlos probably never even knew was missing. This man was born to be a husband and he knows how good it looks on him and he wants everyone to bear witness.

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Romantic Relationship HCs with L (SFW)

In the times when writing letters was the norm form of communication, that's how fast everything moves when it comes to a developing relationship with L. It is not a primary goal and he is in zero rush

Proactive, yes, but shy with it. Keeping you at arms length but with an open hand at the same time. You would need to have an incredible amount of patience while he navigates these unfamiliar feelings over the duration of time you know each other

Undeniably appreciative of your companionship, and will express it daily. Out of everything he has you're what makes him feel most lucky. That he is accepted and loved inside and out enough to be committed to

Does want to get married. On paper. A private sort of celebration. Private as in just the two of you. Supposedly the best dressed day of your life, and he's supposed to share? No

Spares no expense for a honeymoon. Longer than a traditional one, as well. Wants to indulge in his new life with you for a while before the cold water of the criminal world has to hit again

When living together, you have separate bedrooms. Not only is it beneficial in general for couples but his schedule is too radical to just share a room with you.

If he's been that busy and misses you, you'll find him in your bed instead of his own if he has the time of day. Which is not very often. Not even to sleep, just to be surrounded by the smell of you in a comfy place.

He's used to having his way, for the most part, with life. He's a spoiled man. So he will get subtly bratty with you at times when he's lacking affection or something related.

Any household expenses are on him. You quite literally have the option to just, not work. If you want to have something to do or your own money, sure, but he reminds you time and again you can just be his partner and pursue more of your hobbies in life instead.

No social media postings of him. It's a safety and privacy thing. Despises it. It's heavily insecure, he will ramble time and again. About digital footprints and all.

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No photos taken on phones, or that need to be digitalized to print. You can say you're committed, of course, but he's dead set on the anonymity. Might have an underlying worry of someone harmful getting their hands on you entirely just because of his line of work

Also means he's relatively reserved in public. PDA is rare to none. Lines with his privacy preferences.

You'll be learning a lot of games. Would like it if there was a game you could teach him he doesn't know (Midwestern insert: hit him with euchre)

Doesn't discuss you in particular at all when he's working with others, but he gets a bit of an ego boost when he gets to say he is, in fact, a married man. Since no one seems to suspect it. But your name stays out of his mouth, and anything too specific that could make your identity clear

Fidget wedding band. New stim unlocked. Depending on the type of case he takes on, he might take off his ring to prevent any risk to you. It sours him a little, but it's the way his world is

Disagreements are inevitable and he never takes them too personally. Not someone who yells, he also doesn't like conflict with you, so he will apologize rather swiftly to diffuse things before they start

Even if he's having a busy day, or somewhere he can't see you, he keeps it in his head that part of that day is to contact you in some way so you're not out of the loop and neglected. Maybe he'll have flowers sent to you. Or, in your good graces with Watari, he'll send a message through him. Just so distance doesn't feel cold

As for a family, it would be in his mind often. Early on, he would work it out in his head. How many children would he want? If they were adopted or biological, both maybe. He thinks about it more than he admits. Mostly the thought of you being a parental figure interests him, aside from the successor aspect.

The decision likely wouldn't be made till later. Way later. When you're both older, say 40s or even 50s. He's not bothered by the prospect of being an older father, considering Watari's age and who he is to him. He understands the responsibility and being younger doesn't want to have to choose between a family obligation and the dedication he puts into his work

[austinshotbutlers]

The Wedding Date

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Fem!BAU!Reader

Summary: Your sister’s wedding is approaching fast and the thought of showing your boyfriend off to your family and your ex-boyfriend seems like a very appealing idea. The only problem is… you don’t have a boyfriend. Luckily your stony faced, serious, sexy boss has agreed to be your fake boyfriend for the weekend. What could possibly go wrong?

Word count: 3.8k

TW: Mentions of sex but no actual smut, swear words, bad writing? LOL

A/N: AHHHH! My first fic on here! This is based on the 2005 film of the same title. I literally love this film and I love the idea of Hotch posing as your fake boyfriend. Would anyone be up for a part 2?

The clock read 18:34. You should have finished 34 minutes ago. Everyone had gone home the minute the clock hit 6, the first day all week that the BAU had finished at a reasonable hour. Yet here you were, staring at the words ‘requested vacation confirmed’ which seemed to taunt you through the screen of your computer. It was all booked now, no going back. There was now no excuse for you not to go to your sister’s wedding next week. You sighed frustratedly before closing the tab and continuing with filing case reports that could definitely be saved for tomorrow but you didn’t want to go home, not just yet.

You typed aggressively at your keyboard. The thought of seeing your ex at your sister’s wedding made you more frustrated by the minute. How could she do this to you? Marry your ex-boyfriend’s best friend. Agree to your ex-boyfriend being the best man when you’re the maid of honour? Your fingers hit the keyboard harder and harder before the ringing of your phone drew you from your thoughts. You picked it up and saw it was your mom. You took a deep breath before answering.

“Hi mom,” you said in your best fake happy voice.

“Hi sweetie! Just checking that your vacation has been approved for the big day.” She said over cheerily.

“Yeah mom its all…” you hesitated. “It’s all been approved and confirmed. You can tell Sarah I’m officially ready for maid of honour duties.”

“Oh that’s perfect.” Your mom said with a hint of relief in her voice. “I thought that silly job of yours would try and deny your vacation.”

You rolled your eyes as she once again ridiculed your job. She hated the idea of you chasing serial killers and rapists and every other sick bastard out there. She much preferred the idea of you having a more traditional 9-5, like your younger sister who was oh-so-perfect. Your mom was never a fan of your interest in murder and psychology and profiling when you were in high school. She was even less of a fan when she found out you were doing criminology and psychology at college. Then, when you went on to get your job working for the FBI’s Behavioural Analysis Unit, she expressed a dislike towards your career path choice but she did try to be interested in your work.

“Anyway, I just had some questions about your plus one.” Your mom said, getting back on track to the wedding. “Am I right in thinking you’re not bringing anyone?”

Before you could even think and stop yourself, the words came flying out of your mouth. “No mom… I’m actually bringing my boyfriend.”

‘Boyfriend?! What boyfriend?’ You frantically thought as you ran a hand through your hair.

“Oh honey, I didn’t know you had a boyfriend.” Your mom sounded surprised. “Shall I add him to the guest list then?”

“Yes! Well, actually I need to check he can still come and I’ll get straight back you. Bye mom!”

“Oh…ok, bye sweetie” she said before you immediately hung up.

You put the phone down onto the desk and whispered ‘oh god’ under your breath. What were you going to do? How were your going to magically find a boyfriend to take to meet your family in less than a week? You stood up abruptly and turned around to be face to face to none other than Aaron Hotchner.

“Oh my god!” You exclaimed. “How much of that did you hear?” ***

Hotch signed his last case file report for the night and looked out his office window to see you sat at your desk. That stern look of concentration on your face that he found adorable as you typed at your computer. The rest of the team had gone home nearly 40 minutes ago yet you were still here. Why were you still here?

He turned back to his desk and started filing away the forms he had been reading and signing nearly all day and then turned to his computer to check his last few emails for the day. One in particular caught his eye that read your name in bold capitals. He clicked on it curiously and skimmed the contents which highlighted that you had been granted 5 days vacation time.

‘It’s good,’ he thought to himself as he packed away his papers and shut his computer down. You never used your vacation days so he’s glad you’re actually taking a break for once. He picked up his coat and headed towards the door of his office. He opened it and flicked the light switch of his office off and began walking down the stairs into the bullpen.

“No mom. I’m actually bringing my boyfriend.” Hotch heard you say into your phone and he faltered in his steps. ‘Boyfriend?’ He questioned. You had never mentioned a boyfriend before. He watched as you ran a hand through your hair, something you only do when you’re stressed or frustrated he noticed.

“Yes! Well, actually I need to check he can still come and I’ll get straight back you. Bye mom!” You said very quickly and hung up the phone. You placed the mobile device down onto your desk and paused before standing up and beginning to get ready to go home. You began to turn around and Hotch panicked. He had no time to move before you were standing face to face.

“Oh my god!” You exclaimed. “How much of that did you hear?”

“Enough to know you’re taking your boyfriend somewhere.” He replied and you cringed. “I’m sorry,” Hotch continued. “I really didn’t mean to intrude on your phone call.”

“Hotch it’s fine. Honestly!” You said to him and you could visibly see the tension leave his body. “It’s just a shame said boyfriend doesn’t exist.” You added. Oh god, were you really about to spill your guts to your boss?

“I’m sorry?” Hotch replied with a hint of confusion in his tone. Your face visibly cringed at his confusion and Aaron felt his heart squeeze a little at how adorable it was.

“I uh… I don’t actually have a boyfriend. I’ve just said it to make everyone think I’m seeing someone without thinking about the consequences.” You said and you watched Hocth’s eyebrows raise which prompted you to go on. “I can’t believe I’m telling you all this. I really shouldn’t be burdening you with my inability to face my ex at my sister’s wedding.”

Now Aaron was really intrigued. “You can tell me but don’t feel like you have to. I know better than anyone that sometimes we want to keep personal matters to ourselves and away from work.”

You smiled at him, just his voice calming your nerves as you prepared to tell him everything. “So my ex is the best man at my sister’s wedding next week and I haven’t seen him in nearly two years. The day he dumped me, everyone thought he was going to propose and instead of a diamond ring, I ended up with a broken heart.” You cringed at your own words. “Sorry that was so cliché but I’m just dreading seeing him there and with his new girlfriend too. I don’t want him to see me still single, I don’t want him to see I haven’t moved on.”

Aaron listened intently to what you had to say. How could anyone dump you? You were beautiful, intelligent, funny. You were just perfect.

“My family haven’t mentioned him much, they all know it’s a fragile situation but just then, on the phone to my mom, her assuming I didn’t have a plus one just made me snap and before I could stop myself, I was telling her I was bringing a boyfriend.” You collapsed back down onto your desk chair, defeated. “And now I have to find someone to be my boyfriend.”

Aaron didn’t think, which was unusual for him, before he said “I’ll do it.”

You looked at him in shock. “What?”

He suddenly realised what he just said and hesitated before continuing to say “I’ll come to the wedding with you.”

“Hotch… no I couldn’t ask that of you.” You replied shaking your head. “You can’t leave Jack for 5 days. Also will you be able to get the time off? No I really can’t let you do this.”

“Y/N,” Aaron interrupted you. “I’m happy to help.”

You paused to think about it… it definitely would be you best option considering your predicament. But could you really spend 5 days with your boss pretending to be a couple? Your stoic, grumpy, handsome boss who you most definitely have a stupid, school girl crush on. You looked back up at him and locked your eyes with his before the word ‘Ok’ left your lips.

“Ok, lets do it. You pretend to be my boyfriend and I will spend the rest of my time at the BAU making it up to you.” You joke.

Aaron laughs lightly. “You don’t have to make up for anything. I want to help you out.”

***

You quickly unlocked the front door to your apartment and threw your bag down as you entered. You were now a woman on a mission. A mission to find the biggest wine glass in your apartment. You cracked open a new bottle of wine and poured a tall glass, drinking almost all of it in one gulp. What the hell had you just agreed to do? You grabbed your phone and texted the one person who you knew you could tell.

7: 48PM | Y/N L/N: SOS!!! Just agreed to do something truly insane.

7:49PM | Emily Prentiss: Uh-Oh this doesn’t sound good. What’s up?

7:51PM | Y/N L/N: Hotch may have heard a whole conversation with my mother and to cut a long story short, he is coming to my sister’s wedding pretending to be my boyfriend :/

You awaited Emily’s reply. What the fuck was she going to think?

7:55PM |Emily Prentiss: Sorry, I needed time to process what I just read. What the fuck? Are you actually insane?

7:56PM | Y/N L/N: Today officially confirmed my insanity. How the hell am I going to spend 5 days pretending to be in love with him?

7:58PM | Emily Prentiss: I mean it’s not going to be hard. You’ve been crushing on Hotch for like 6 months now. I’ve also had my suspicions that Hotch liked you and today definitely confirms that Hotch is so in love with you.

You couldn’t believe what Emily had just said, could Hotch really be in love with you? No, surely not.

8:01PM | Y/N L/N: Are you joking? Hotch does NOT have a crush on me. He’s a grown man, he doesn’t have silly crushes. And he said he was doing it to help me and I believe that.

8:03PM | Emily Prentiss: Ok, keep telling yourself that but when you both end up head over heels for one another, don’t get angry when I say I told you so.

You just rolled your eyes at her last text, picking up your wine glass to down the last little sip you had left. Now, you had to call your mom back to tell her the good news that your boyfriend was definitely coming to the wedding. Reluctantly dialling her number, you waited as it rung.

“Hi sweetheart, calling back to tell me your boyfriend is coming?” She asked immediately after answering.

“Yeah I am. He’s all set to come so add him down onto the guest list.” You replied. “I guess we will be seeing you next week then.”

“Don’t sound too excited.” Your mom teased. “I’m excited to meet this boyfriend now.”

“Ok, I better go mom, my…. My dinner is burning.” You lied. “I’ll see you next week, bye.”

Your mom barely had time to mutter the word ‘bye’ before you had hung up. You placed your phone down on the table and picked the bottle of win up, pouring more into your glass. You sipped at it more slowly than your first glass, absentmindedly playing with the hem of your skirt as you nursed the dark red liquid. It was going to be a long week.

***

You saw him standing at the gate as you rushed through the airport terminal to meet Aaron. He appeared to visibly relax the moment he saw you as you rushed frantically through the airport with your carry on slung over your shoulder.

“Shit! Sorry I’m so late!” You exclaimed as you finally reached him. “My alarm didn’t go off and then I lost my boarding pass. Sorry for making you check in and go through security by yourself.”

“Don’t worry about it. You’re here now.” He smiled. “Here let me take your bag.” Aaron reached his arm out and took the heavy carry on from your shoulder.

“Oh you really don’t have to carry it for me.” You blushed a little, in awe of how gentlemanly he is. “Thank you though. Are you sure it’s not to heavy?”

Aaron laughed. “Trust me Y/N, it’s fine.” He looked around to the gate and saw people beginning to queue up. “Come on, we better get ready to board.”

“Thank you again for agreeing to do this.” You said to him as you joined the queue. “It’s really helped me out, I really appreciate it.”

“Of course, anything to help a friend in need.” Aaron replied. “So, anything I really need to know before we land in LA?”

“Just that my family are insane.” You joke and Aaron laughed lightly. “But my mom will definitely ask you about 50 questions as soon as she meets you so maybe lets set up our story. Where did we meet?”

“Easy, just tell them how we actually met for the first time.” Aaron said with a smile.

You blush a little remembering your first day at the BAU. “But it’s so embarrassing!”

Aaron laughs as you move up the queue and reach the desk, handing over your boarding passes and passports. The flight attendants speedily checked everything and set you on your way to board the plane. Aaron carefully placed your carry on in the overhead locker before doing the same with his own.

“My parents certainly spared no expense.” You said as you sat down, revelling in the luxury of first class. “I think my dad has paid for all of Sarah’s wedding.” You try to refrain from rolling your eyes.

“Are you looking forward to going home?” Aaron asked as he buckled his seatbelt.

“I guess I’m excited to see my family, it has been nearly two years since I last saw them. After Luke dumped me… I kinda just left everyone in radio silence.” You took a deep breath. “I guess I just needed time to…”

“Heal.” Aaron finished your sentence, a tone of understanding in his voice.

You look him straight in the eyes and see a glimmer of hurt beneath his understanding. “Yeah… I mean we were together 5 years and he just ended it. Just like that.” You sighed before looking away from Aaron. “It’s just been difficult… blah enough of me complaining.” You mentally told yourself off. Who were you to complain? And to Aaron Hotchner of all people. The man who had been through what he had. You needed to stop.

***

Aaron pushed the trolley with all your suitcases piled on through the doors of the airport as you stepped out into the air of LA. You missed spending you summers here, it did feel nice to be home.

“My mom and dad said they’d pick us up. They should be somewhere.” You said to Aaron as you tried to look around for them. Suddenly, you saw them making their way over to the two of you excitedly. “Oh sweet Jesus.” You muttered to yourself.

“Oh my goodness! You’re finally back home!” Your mom squealed as she grabbed you and pulled you into a tight hug. “It’s been too long sweetie. I’m so happy you’re here.”

“Come on now Y/M/N, let me give my daughter a hug.” Your dad said as he tried to pry you from your mother’s suffocating embrace. “How is my buddy?”

You pulled a face at the nickname your dad hadn’t used since you were 12. “Dad I’m not 12 anymore.” You laughed and hugged him back. “I’ve missed you though.”

Aaron watched in awe as your parents made a fuss of you, something he never had when he was growing up but always said he would do for his own children. And once all the excitement had calmed down, both your mom and dad turned to face him.

“Oh my Y/N, he’s very handsome.” Your mom whispered a little too loud.

“This is my boyfriend Aaron.” You smiled as you moved to stand at his side, wrapping an arm round his back as Aaron moved his arm to sit round your waist.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Mr and Mrs Y/L/N.” Aaron leaned forward to shake your dad’s hand but your mom slapped it away.

“There’s no need for such formalities Aaron!” She said. “It’s lovely to meet you! Although, I didn’t know you existed.” And she yanked Aaron in for one of her suffocating hugs.

“Mom you’re going to scare him away!” You said frustratedly and she let aaron go, letting him come and stand back by your side.

After exchanging a few more pleasantries, you all headed to the car. Aaron helped your dad pile all the suitcases in the trunk before he came and joined you in the back of the car, taking your hand in his. The drive was wonderful, being able to take in all the things you missed about LA while living in Washington.

“So Aaron, what do you do?” Your dad asked as he drove.

“I work at the BAU with Y/N. I’m the Unit Chief.” He replied, your hand still held tightly in his.

“Does that mean you’re her boss?” Your mom interjected.

“I am the leader of the BAU team but there are more people above me such as our Section Chief. But technically yes, I suppose I am Y/N’s boss.”

“Trust me though when I say no favouritism goes on in the BAU. He still bites my ass off if I step out of line.” You joke and your parents chuckled.

The conversation flowed well between your parents and Aaron, much to your relief and before you knew it, your dad was pulling into your driveway. You smiled as you took in your family home that you had missed.

“Home sweet home.” Your dad said as he turned the engine off and the unanimous sound of seatbelts unbuckling filled the car. You all began to climb out and Aaron immediately started lifting the bags out the trunk. You walked round to help him and cringed seeing all your suitcases.

“For someone who always has the smallest go bag, you packed a lot for this trip.” Aaron laughed as he placed down your last suitcase.

“Yeah I may have overpacked just a little.” You giggled and settled on carrying the smallest of all your bags into the house. Both you and aaron trekked up the stairs to your bedroom which you hadn’t stayed in in years.

“Wow mom. You really didn’t change a thing huh?” You muttered as you looked around the childhood bedroom. Pink walls blasting in your face, a Top Gun poster of the shirtless volleyball scene, magazine cuttings of Madonna in the 90s and a random A3 poster of George Clooney in his scrubs from ER. Aaron placed the last of the bags down and took in the obnoxiously decorated room.

“Please don’t tell me you’re going to profile me based on my ill-taste in room decorating.” You laughed and Aaron laughed with you.

“It’s… it’s just not what I was expecting.” He said, once again looking around.

“And what were you expecting Agent Hotchner?” You teased.

“I guess I’m just shocked by the hot pink walls. I might have to put my sunglasses on.”

You lightly punched his arm which Aaron found adorable. “Shut up. It’s not that bright.” You rolled your eyes.

Suddenly, your phone buzzed and you picked it out your pocket.

3:36PM | Emily Prentiss: How’s it going? I’m guessing you’re in LA now.

You turned slightly so Aaron couldn’t see your phone even though he was busy unpacking.

3:38PM | Y/N L/N: It’s going surprisingly well. Everything has gone well with my parents. Only downside is that I’m having to subject Aaron to my awfully decorated room.

3:39PM | Emily Prentiss: Oooh it’s Aaron now is it?

3:41PM | Y/N L/N: Oh shut up. I have to go because we have to get ready for my sister’s engagement party. Kill me now. Hopefully I don’t see he who must not be named.

3:42PM | Emily Prentiss: Good luck and if in doubt, just make out with Hotch… or should I say Aaron?

You shook your head at her last text. Emily was loving your predicament a little too much. You turned back to Aaron, who was still busy unpacking, and your cheeks flushed a little at just how good he looked in his polo shirt, his arms flexing as he moved a suitcase. He then caught you looking at him.

“Is everything ok?” He asked, a hint of concern in his voice.

You snapped out of your school girl crush haze and focused your full attention to his questions. “Yes! Just my sister checking in, making sure we’re here and getting ready for the engagement party.”

“What time is the party?”

“5:30! So we have just under two hours to get ready. God, I better start unpacking to hunt down my dress and makeup.” You groaned.

As you began unzipping your cases and searching for everything you needed for the night, thoughts flooded your head.

Was this façade crazy? Yes. Yes it was.

Will this engagement party go smoothly? Probably not.

Is Luke still going to be a total dick? Oh most definitely.

Are you going to fall in love with Aaron?

‘Am I going to fall in love with Aaron?’ You thought once more and looked back over at him, sorting out his suit for tonight. Taking so much care to not disturb any of the clutter in your room, giving you the space you need to get ready, being just so… Aaron Hotchner, so perfect…

You were so fucked.

***

Part Two

[morganbritton132]

would steve ever insist that eddie comes to basketball games with him just so they have an excuse to get those good seats right at the court that famous people and celebrities usually get?

Eddie is not Steve’s go-to person if he wants basketball tickets.

He goes to Lucas because every doctor knows a doctor that knows someone with season tickets they never use. And also, Steve kinda wants to go to the game with someone who, you know, will actually enjoy being there.

Eddie’s undying hatred of all things sports is, well…undying.

But Steve’s been a Pacers’ fan since the first time his dad shoved a basketball in his hands and taught him how to shoot. He has watched them lose in the playoffs every year that they make it to it, but he’s convinced. 2014 was going to be different.

He just can’t get tickets. He spent all day trying to buy them online and failed, and all the resale tickets are for seats that suck or way over his paygrade. Him and Eddie pay for their own hobbies out of their separate bank accounts, and Steve can’t afford the absolutely ridiculous price that’s being asked so…

“Please?” Steve asked, big puppy eyes and adorable little pout. He knew what he was doing and so did Eddie. “Pretty please? I never ask you for anything, Ed…Okay, fine, except for all the stuff I ask you for, but this is different. It’s a small price to pay to see my team win.”

“Your team that has literally never won in the history of all time?”

“How many championships does Leg-less the loser elf have?” Steve asked.

“…It’s Legolas,” Eddie said. “And he was a part of the fellowship that kinda saved the world.”

“So was I,” Steve pointed out. “And I deserve this.”

Steve didn’t ask for courtside seats. He didn’t ask to be sat among the rich and famous. Hell, he didn’t even ask Eddie to go with him. He just wanted to see if Eddie had a connection that could get him a ticket for a seat that wasn’t in the nosebleeds.

Steve doesn’t really believe that the tickets Eddie showed him are real until they are sitting in their seats – their seats that are courtside and five feet away from Paul George warming up. Steve is so excited to be there that he pretty much misses Eddie shaking someone’s hand right in front of him until he’s nudged in the shoulder, “Babe, you know, Sandy, right?”

“Yeah, totally,” Steve says absently, sparing a glance in the direction Eddie was gesturing before looking back out at the court. It takes him a second for his brain to register who he was just looking at and then, “Holy shit, you’re Sandra Bullock.”

She is just as beautiful and as nice as Steve has always thought she was, and she’s amused by him which makes Steve blush. She holds out her hand to him, “And you are…”

“I’m…” Steve trails off, only picking back up his train of thought when Eddie laughs loudly beside him. “Steve. I’m Steve. Uh, Harrington. Eddie’s – I’m – we’re together, by law.”

“We’re married,” Eddie grinned, throwing his arm over Steve’s shoulder, and wiggling his wedding ring at her. “Still working on how to tell people, obviously.”

She congratulates them and talks to them a bit about the game (bring Steve out of his starstruck stupor), and even buys them champagne as a late little wedding gift. It’s a blast.

Eddie spends half the game flinching every time the ball bounces a little too close or a player nearly ends up in their lap, but Steve is loving all of it. The other half of the time, Eddie is having Steve explain what’s going on and who the players are, or he’s talking to the guy next to him.

It’s some square jawed model type that Steve doesn’t recognize and also, doesn’t like. He’s a little too friendly with his husband, especially when he curled a piece of Eddie’s hair around his finger. When the two of them end up on the kiss cam together, Eddie doesn’t even get a chance to register it before Steve pulls him nearly out of the camera frame and kisses him.

Later, fans will make jokes about the pictures of that night because it’s very clear that Steve and Eddie switched seats.

[gabessquishytum]

What about gold digger husband hob who is…actually a gold digger?

Hob usually doesn’t make it to the husband stage. He doesn’t want to be tied down to any of his marks. He just wants a good time, get some good cock, get spoiled, and to get out.

Dream, of course, is jaded enough to see hob coming from a mile away. He sees how he operates, expecting men and women to just give him whatever he wants and to leave them broken hearted when he’s bored.

Dream doesn’t intend to be one of his marks. He doesn’t intend to let him get away.

Hob’s never been with a man as rich as Dream, or as cunning. He doesn’t realize at first that Dream sees through his usual games. At first it all goes the same way: hob bats his eyelashes, sticks out his tits and Dream rewards him with money and fucking him all over his mansion.

Except this time, hob finds out dream isn’t going to buy him an apartment. He expects hob to move into his mansion.

That’s a change, but hob isn’t the type to complain about a mansion.

Then Dream’s got him signing long documents that give Dream permission to hire hob bodyguards who follow him everywhere and utterly prevent hob from scoping out any new marks. That’s another change.

And Dream is definitely working hard not just to seduce hob but to retrain him to need Dream and only Dream, sometimes with a literal chastity belt that Dream has the only key to.

It isn’t six months later that hob wakes up and realizes he’s been wifed up and the prenup is iron clad—but he’s oddly flattered.

And he can have all Dream’s money, everything he could ever want, as long as he stays put for once. And for the first time, hob doesn’t want to leave.

ALSKSJDHA yeah this is great.

Hob is a professional sugar baby, and he's very good at his job - mainly because he doesn't get emotionally involved. He doesn't allow himself to grow fond of his marks, he never gets offended or put off by family members who want him gone. There are no dramatic scenes or histrionics. None of it bothers him and he's very focused on his goals: getting fucked and getting nice things.

And then there's Dream. He's what Hob would consider a perfect mark: extremely rich AND handsome, not married. This is going to be so easy. Hob even assumes that Dream probably won't develop feelings because he seems so cold and detached. But Hob has NEVER been more wrong.

It only takes a few weeks for Hob to become reliant on Dream for everything. The roof over his head, the food on the table, the clothes in his wardrobe. When Hob first moved in, Dream took all his documents "for safe keeping" including his passport and bank card. Dream opened up a new account for him to use, one which can be supervised. Hob does know where his stuff is (the safe in Dream’s office) but he doesn't know the code (but he's sure Dream would give his things back if he asked. probably).

Now Hob wears the clothes that Dream likes to see him in. He goes to the parties that Dream wants him at. He uses the toys that Dream buys for him, and only when Dream tells him to. He's there to greet Dream when he comes in from business meetings, and he's in Dream’s bed every night.

By the time Hob realises that he's effectively been forcibly tranformed into a rich 1960s housewife, it's too late... and fuck if that doesn't make him run off to the bathroom to jerk off. Of course he gets locked up in the chastity cage afterwards, but the explosive orgasm is worth it. He has been thoroughly trapped, and nothing has ever made him hornier in his entire life.

Dream is pleased and proud: he's decided that hes going to get a cock ring to exactly match Hob’s shiney new wedding ring. Nothing but the best for his little husband. He can spend every penny of Dream’s money, as long as he stays forever.

[piratefishmama]

Vibe Check - Oneshot

Eddie would never claim to enjoy his job. It’d be far too strange for Eddie Munson to admit to enjoying a government based job but there was something fundamentally exciting about getting to see all the little gizmos and random shit that people tried to take onto aeroplanes with them.

Of course there was the usual, bottles of liquid over a certain amount, tiny scissors or nail clippers from grooming sets that they absolutely had no idea weren’t allowed on a plane. There were the fun days with the drugs, the weird days with bagged ashes for scattering purposes that looked like it could conceal drugs and thus had to be tested. Nothing like telling a family you had to test grandma for concealed cocaine cause the computer said no.

There were the shared looks between co-workers when they spotted a dipshit in line, be nice to your fellow flyers folks, the TSA might grab you for a full cavity check for funsies if you don’t!

But then, then, you’d have those people. The people who everyone would automatically judge by their cover because the cover was all they had. Eddie didn’t usually do that, he’d often stick with the vibes and let his co-workers base their hunches on looks, it worked for Eddie nine times out of ten but today..

Today he was off his game a little. The vibe check on this one guy was coming back ?????

Call a lawyer the guy looked like every suburban mothers' wet dream, the kind of guy who wore polo’s and sweater vests, and the type to have a yacht and actually go to the clubs for it on the regular, probably had a membership to his father’s golf club that he actually used. Maybe had a fancy corner office job in Indy, he looked like the corner office type. But the vibe check came back saying NAY, believing it on this particular occasion seemed like a stupid thing to do.

Like sure he was stunning, literally, just a beautiful specimen of a human being, which Eddie would quietly mourn never seeing again, but he looked so straight laced that even holding hands might be a stretch for him.

So Eddie was reduced to book cover judgements because the vibes were wonk. No big deal.

The guy was in his line, he didn’t look nervous or uncomfortable, taking his watch off, putting it into a tray, a ring not on his wedding ring finger went in, his members only jacket, his belt, and shoes, into a second went his phone and a small tablet plus their chargers. And into another went the carry on bag, he was prepared. He flew often enough to know about separating things into their own trays.

Probably some high-level business exec. He looked the type.

“Through here sir” his co-worker directed waving him through, the tray containing the guys carry-on was last, so he was through the detector clean as a whistle before Eddie had seen what was in his case.

Probably a good thing because Eddie nearly choked on his own saliva when that case rolled through.

Holy shit.

“Uhm” he squeaked. He. A grown man. Squeaked. He’d deny that later, even if his currently heated complexion was giving him away.

That... that was an entire carry on full of sex toys. What. The fuck. Was that a whip held together by handcuffs?

Maybe the vibes hadn’t let him down after all. His co-worker walked over, Mr Sex Pest in disguise cast them a raised brow.

“Holy shit...I’ll uhm ill just—”

“No the fuck you won’t” Eddie was up, scrambling around him after flagging the bag for checks. “I got this.” He had this. He was already in front of Sweater Vest before his partner could stop him from making the potentially career ending move of approaching the sneakiest sex loony ever with interest in mind. Sweater Vest could easily complain! Eddie had no real reason to flag it, they were all contained, no bottles, no concerning substances, just toys.

“Problem, sir?” Oh boy the airport was hot. Sweater Vest had moles, cute little moles, moving on.

“Just a few checks regarding the contents of your carry on.” Gloves on, he half expected the guy to try and stop him to save face, but no, he stood there with a raised brow and an amused little curl of a smile on his lips.

“Go ahead.” Zips open and holy shit. It was like Eddie had stepped into the back room of a sex shop. Floggers, a whip, plugs, vibes, clamps, shibari ropes, dildos, both fluffy and actually decent handcuffs, why have two pairs one shit and one not? They were all so neatly organised too, the man was tidy. Was that a sounding rod?!

Could be a creep, could be a creep, coooould be a creep.

“So...”

“So... sir?” Sweater vest seemed to be challenging him. Fine, he could play ball.

“Any liquids in here that I need to know about? Drinks? Lotion? Industrial sized bottle of lube?” At least Sweater Vest laughed. A surprised little giggle snort of laughter that sounded beautiful. Eddie couldn’t help but smile.

“Nope, that’d be in the checked case.” Oooh Sweater Vest had a sense of humour “sorry I know it looks a little whacky, I’m a panel runner at the BDSM convention in Illinois this weekend, i know i'm headed in early but panel runners have to get everything set up properly if they're there for the whole weekend.” Eddie’s eyes widened, holy shit the vibes WERE right, haha fuck you supervisor who called him arrogant when he claimed to just be able to tell with people. “These are for the demonstrations.”

“...Demonstrations, on...?” He had absolutely no right to ask these questions what so ever, his colleague was already probably planning on ratting him out, but while curiosity did indeed kill the cat, satisfaction brought it back!

“A friend, A willing member of the audience, a dummy, depends on the insurance the convention has, this one allows me to pick a very lucky member of the audience since my usual convention partner is in Hawaii on her honeymoon like a traitor.”

“So... you’re a uhm... a—” not okay not allowed big nope so very unprofessional he was so fired.

“Not a Dominant, no. I’m a Submissive, both professionally and personally” didn’t need to tell him the personally bit, didn’t need to tell him that at all but he did, it was there, Sweater vest seemed pretty happy about it being out there too “I co-own an adult shop in Indy, one of the best for this kind of stuff but I have plenty of recommendations if you're not interested in my shop, here,” Sweater Vest pulled a gods honest business card out of a small compartment in the case, which listed him as the managing director/owner of one of Eddie's favourite sex shops of all time, a shop he’d only ever ordered from online so he’d never seen the owners. They had an incredible BDSM range and also delivered discreetly, they were a privately owned small business run right out of Indianapolis, also on the card though, was an Only Fans account, holy shit. “That ok with you, sir?” Sweet Cheesus on toast, had his pants just shrunk?

Steve. Steve Harrington. God that was such a golf club guys name, Steve leaned forward onto his elbows at a slight bend, eyeing Eddie up like he wanted to eat him alive, any other situation, Eddie would have let him. He wanted to bend that little brat over his knee. He loved bratty subs.

“Illinois huh?” Eddie zipped the case right back up again, as if he’d actually checked anything. He hadn’t. “Was thinking of going to that one actually, more of a dominant myself though...” trying so hard to be nonchalant to the most beautiful and confident Submissive he’d ever seen in his life “this a beginners panel?”

Steve smiled, clearly not angered by this deeply unprofessional halt to his journey. “Beginner, intermediate, pro, it’s more new toy and prop range demonstrations and a Q&A mainly, a variety of folks usually attend so... no matter your experience level you should come, maybe I’ll even make you my lucky audience member.” Steve took that card back, just to make a show of slipping it into Eddies chest pocket, tapping it once for good luck. “Can I get to my gate now, sir? Or do I need to be detained? I’m sure a cavity search would be awfully entertaining for me...considering...”

He couldn’t not ask “Considering?” His throat felt so dry, where was a confiscated bottle of unopened soda when you needed it?

“There’s four plugs in there, I actually have five” he winked, he winked. “The fifth wouldn’t fit.”

“Fuck...” Eddie breathed, much to the man’s amusement. “You’re ah—you’re free to go” he couldn’t actually hold him there and his co-workers were already starting to glare at him.

Steve grinned broadly at him before moving to grab his things, calling out a cheery “see you this weekend!” before he was off, and Eddie was taking his break early to book the next flight out to Illinois.

[averagewriter-inthedark]

SFW Alphabet—Donny Donowitz | IB headcanon

Link to my IB masterlist

Requested 📨 yes/no (rules for requests)

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Affection is Donny’s weakness. Whether it be giving or receiving he is always wanting to touch you in some way. This could be his arm around your shoulders while Aldo is debriefing the squad, your head on his shoulder by the campfire, or light kisses to the forehead before a stressful situation.

B = Best Friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Being friends with Donny is basically signing up for chaos. He’s the type who would suggest doing stupid shit and you have to follow in order to ensure he doesn’t kill himself doing it. Laughing to the point of ab cramps is the best way to describe moments with Donny as your bestie.

The friendship started before you two shipped off to France. You were probably the squad’s nurse or high ranking next to him and Aldo that you guys interacted more than with the Basterds. The friendship sorta naturally happened to the point it’s hard to even put a date on when it started.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Physical touch is the mans love language so of course he likes to cuddle. Holding you in his arms with the radio playing while you two doze in and out of sleep is the best feeling in the world. “Doll,” he’ll make grabby hands at you, “c’mere let me hold ya.” He’s the big spoon obviously, but also he likes when he’s laying on his back and you’re curled into his side.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Hell yeah Donny wants to settle down—the literal dream for him is to own a home with you in a nice area where you two get to grow old together. You two would likely run the barber shop or another business and be the couple who give back to the community.

Donny, surprisingly, is a descent cook. Really he specializes in certain dishes that are family recipes. And best believe he can stir up some smacking pasta. You never have to worry about a messy home or kitchen because the Army embedded it into his brain that orderliness and cleanliness is essential…..except on Sundays. That’s y’all’s break day.

E = Ending (if they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He’d rather scalp himself than end things with you. If anyone is gonna break hearts, Donny will sacrifice his own to prevent you from experiencing it.

F = Fiancé(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Being a bachelor was honestly what Donny expected he’d be all his life. Yeah he dated and had flings but never did it occur to him he’d want to settle down and build a future with someone. When you came along it was like he had an awakening. Immediately he saw the house with a yard full of animals, kids running around the premises and a ring on his finger. After you two got engaged Donny wasn’t quick to rush a wedding especially since you two had just returned to the states. He wanted to work as much as he could to give you the wedding of your dreams.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Despite being a giant beefy man that he is, Donny is very gentle. His touch is like feathers and always carefully handled as to not hurt you. Anytime you’re sad or distress his approach with you is cautious. Asking questions like, “Do you need to talk or want to be alone?” Whatever you decide he’ll respect even if it means walking away to give you space.

H = Hugs (do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Are you kidding this man lives and breathes for hugs. He gives the best hugs of the Basterd (Wicki coming a close second) so you take any chance you can to hug him. Donny won’t even hesitate when you ask for one or he’ll simply bring you into an embrace he notices you’re under distress.

I = I love you (how fast do they say the L-word?)

Considering he realized he loved you in the middle of a legit war, Donny probably said it quick. And by quick I mean right when it hit him like a truck. You two had been best friends by that point to he was worried to an extent it would crumble before his eyes. But to his utter surprise you said, “Oh, Donny, are you blind? I’ve been waiting for you to say something forever! I love you too, you rascal.”

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Okay so while he hardly gets jealous when the Basterds or his friends playfully flirt with you, he WILL become a different person when someone he hates tries to swoon you. Of course he’s confident in y’all’s relationship and knows you’d never betray him, he just fucking hates when an asshole attempts to get your attention. “Jealous again, baby?” “NO……maybe.”

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Kisses with Donny are best described as ‘cheeky’. He’ll send you a smirk with eyes reading, ‘Imma kiss you right now,’ before smacking his lips against yours or your cheek before running away. You can’t help but giggle when he does because it’s so adorable and always puts a smile on your face. Your lips and jaw are his favorite places to kiss, however, when he’s feeling frisky Donny will trail his mouth down your neck and collarbones. For him, the Sargent loves to be kissed on the lips as well. He’ll never admit it but Donny is a sucker for when you kiss his chest.

L = Little ones (how are they around children?)

Donny is amazing with children. It’s one of the things you love about him. Even if you two do not plan to have children he loves to spend time with nieces/nephews and I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s the type to teach the kids in your neighborhood how to play baseball. He’d also offer discount and free haircuts to the children and teens who cannot afford one. If you do have/adopt kids, then expect Donny to be the best father ever. Always attending their school functions and sport games (most likely baseball) and taking your kids to the zoo, museum, Red Sox games, etc. He is their #1 supporter and will do whatever possible to make them happy.

M = Morning (how are mornings spent with them?)

During the war y’all’s mornings started bright and early at the ass crack of dawn. Donny would be the first one up considering he was in charge of getting the Basterds into formation, but he’d make sure to give you a kiss on the head as a good morning before leaving. When there is the rare chance of staying in an inn or motel then he’s all over you with cuddles and waking you up with kisses.

Back home in the states Donny is the type who will put the coffee on the pot as soon as he wakes up to get you a coffee before your eyes open. Then if he has time he’ll run to the cafe by the corner of your street to get your favorite breakfast. “Is that what I think it is?” “Only the best for my baby this fine Sunday morning.”

N = Night (how are nights spent with them?)

I can see Donny as a night owl. Really it was a result of the late nights overseas where he had to keep watch of the camp. The habit carried over when he returned home in which he would stay up listening to the radio or reading a book. You’d have to force him to come to bed—-often making him a warm cup of milk or run a bath. But once his head hit the pillow mans is out like a light and holding you to his chest.

[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

Omnivore: Part Two

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.1k

Summary: A case personal for Hotch pops up when The Reaper comes back into his life. He stopped killing for ten years only to resurface when the Detective on the original case dies.

Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there are any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them. If you’ve seen the show, then it’s the same level of angst unless otherwise stated

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It sucks beyond compare but The Reaper struck again before nightfall. Another couple fell victim and because it's so recent, you don't need to touch anything to see what happened. The male driver, Arthur, was stabbed repeatedly while the female passenger, Diane, was shot in the backseat.

Ghost cars pass you by on the highway until Arthur's car comes around the bend. Almost immediately, you see police sirens right behind him causing Arthur to pull over. Instead of a policeman getting out of the car, The Reaper does. He's wearing cop clothing to keep up the ruse but the same black mask sits upon his face. Those same hazel eyes stare right back at you with the same menacing look.

Arthur and Diane never saw him coming. She tried to get away and escaped to the backseat where she was shot to death.

"Another couple that's much older this time. One was shot and the other was stabbed. There's no reason I can see to stop here."

"He pretended to be a cop and pulled them over. I saw the police sirens behind them," you say.

Hotch inspects Arthur and sees a watch on his wrist that doesn't belong to him. It's too small for his wrist and there is already another watch on his other wrist.

"He left Nina's watch."

"What did he take?"

"His wedding ring."

"Their names are Arthur and Diane Lanessa. They were coming home from the Elks where they played bingo twice a week."

"It looks like he went through her purse."

"Any idea what he was looking for?"

Hotch notices something in the visor above the steering wheel and with a gloved hand, he lowers it. A picture of a family falls out with the word "Fate?" written in blood across the front.

"The question mark is new," Rossi comments.

"It's for us. He's saying it's not fate. He's saying we had ten years to save them, and that these latest ones are on us."

"You got all that from one question mark? That's impressive."

"I may know him better than I've let on."

"What does that mean?" you ask.

"It means that there is a profile on The Reaper."

"I thought we were called off before we had one."

"We were. I had just started the profile and then he stopped killing, so officially we were done. I kept coming back to it over the years and I worked on it alone."

"You never shared it with anyone?"

"I know I'm always preaching that profiling is a collaborative effort, but this one wasn't. If there was a chance I was wrong, I was gonna head us in the wrong direction."

"Do you feel like it's right now?"

"The more I see it, the more accurate I think it may be."

"Then we need to hear it."

Sergeant Mike is more than happy to gather his men and women so that Hotch can give the profile. Since he's the only one who knows it, he's the only one who is doing the talking.

"The Reaper fits a profile we refer to as an Omnivore. Unlike most serial killers, an omnivore doesn't target a specific victim type. Although he tends to focus on his younger female victims with his knife, he essentially is a predator who will kill anyone."

"Why is he so democratic?"

"Because his kills aren't just about his victims. He needs recognition. He needs us to know. It's why he drew those symbols and the placement of prior victims' possessions on other ones--it's all for us."

"Why?"

"Simple. Power. The Shaunessy letter is the clearest example of this. He manipulated Tom into literally surrendering to him. The burden was too much to bear. In a very real sense, Tom was the reaper's twenty-second victim."

"Like BTK killer, Dennis Rader, The Reaper is extremely disciplined. In his everyday life, this will very likely make him so inflexible that he can't keep close relationships or work closely with others," Rossi adds.

"I believe our killer has another interest that may give us our best opportunity to catch him. The Reaper's last victim was an older woman. He killed her quickly with a single shot. He spent more time with his prior victim who was younger because he stabbed her forty-six times."

"Why?" Mike asks.

"He pays special attention to his younger female victims, and his weapon of choice with them is the knife which is a substitute instrument for bodily penetration. The younger they are, the more time he spends with them. I think our guy is a hebephile. It's someone who's attracted to adolescent post-pubescent children like teenagers. Look for men with access to authority like high school teachers, counselors, coaches, and anyone who's been charged with sex crimes against teenage girls in the last ten years. That's all for now. Thank you."

Emily motions for Hotch to come into the conference room, so you and Rossi follow him over there.

"Garcia can't find Foyet."

"I've got nothing, sir," she says over speakerphone.

"What do you mean?"

"He's gone. I mean, he's completely off the grid."

"How is that possible?"

"Nine months after he was released from the hospital, he quit his job, sold his car, closed his bank accounts, and canceled his credit cards, cell phone, apartment, everything. He has no paper, thus he has no trail. I can't find him because he's gone."

"If I was almost killed by a serial killer and found out that killer has never been caught, I'd want to stay hidden, too. He's probably scared," you say.

"It's more than that. Even dead people stay on the grid for decades. Take it from me, erasing yourself like this is extremely difficult. It takes commitment. You'd have to be willing to cut every tie of everything and everyone you've ever known in your entire life. It's like killing yourself. I gotta say, this is impressive."

"Can you blame him? Foyet's the only living person who knows what The Reaper looks like, and he's still out there."

"It doesn't change the fact that we still need to find him."

"I'll keep looking," Penelope says.

"Garcia, we don't have much time."

"I know, sir."

"He would have to completely isolate himself. He's totally alone. That couldn't have been easy. He must have talked to someone to do all that."

"I think I might know someone. Stand by."

Hotch thinks it's best to talk to the reporter that came by earlier, so he sets a meeting with him since he loves to write about this story. Roy Coulson found George for the book he was writing. They kept in touch over the years even though Goerge wouldn't give his phone number out. He'd only give one of his aliases out since George had multiple made to keep himself hidden from The Reaper.

Only Hotch and Rossi went to talk to him so as to not scare him. George isn't too fond of having two FBI agents visiting him but he knew they were coming sooner or later. All those years ago, George was going to propose to his girlfriend at the restaurant but got cold feet at the last minute. The ring was still in his pocket when The Reaper approached them. He claimed he was lost and had one of those sightseeing booklets in his hands.

George was looking at it when he stabbed him. He couldn't move as The Reaper killed his girlfriend. When The Reaper took George's glasses, he should have left them on the next victim but didn't. He held onto them for the past eleven years. George has been living with the possibility that The Reaper could have a special interest in George since he was attacked.

Hotch is surprised that The Reaper hasn't made any kind of contact, but George has a bunch of different residences under different names that he moves between randomly. The Reaper likes to get people in their cars so he takes the bus. He's gone to great lengths to make sure that he doesn't get attacked again.

Hotch offered to relocate him to someplace safer but Boston is George's home. It's the one thing he promised himself he'd never let The Reaper take from him. George handed over the list of residences regardless of his fears, and Hotch promised him that he would catch him this time.

When you heard about what happened between the two men, something stuck in the back of your mind that you couldn't get rid of. Even when you and Spencer are back in the hotel room to get ready for bed, you can't stop thinking about the case. Spencer is in the bathroom brushing his teeth while you pace the length of the hotel room while biting your nails. Spencer spits out the toothpaste and pops his head out of the bathroom.

"Okay, you've been pacing for the last half hour. What's wrong?"

"There's something about this case that bothers me."

"What is it?"

"The Reaper killed all of these people and suddenly stopped for decades, right? George was the only person who was left alive by him. Doesn't it strike you as odd that The Reaper stopped killing when there is one victim alive? The Reaper doesn't leave victims alive. He's gotten away with killing for this long, so why now? If he had killed George, then we wouldn't be closer to catching him."

"What are you saying?"

You stop and think for a moment before shaking your head.

"I don't know," you mutter and continue to pace.

You're not sure what went down with Hotch after speaking with George, but news of another crime surfaces. Instead of a couple in a car on the side of the road, it's a bus-load of people at a bus station. There are seven victims that The Reaper left behind. The energy you see is the same as the other two crime scenes you visited, but you're not getting anything from The Reaper. He's still as closed off as the first time you connected with him. The only thing you can get off him is that he's cocky and arrogant. He wants to stay hidden, and you think back to what you said to Spencer an hour ago.

Isn't it weird that The Reaper is hidden from everyone and can't be caught, and George did everything to erase himself from the world?

Not only did The Reaper kill seven people, but he also left three numbers on the windows written in blood--1422, 201, and 1488--and "No Deal" at the end. You're not sure what that's about, but seeing Hotch's angry reaction, he does.

"There are six bodies, not including the driver. He put them all down with a gun before finishing them off with his knife."

"I found Arthur Lanessa's wedding ring," Hotch says and points to the driver's hand.

"What did he take?" you ask.

"Does it matter?"

Hotch leaves the bus angrily, and you and Rossi follow after him.

"What's going on with you?"

"He called me tonight at my hotel and offered me the deal."

"What did you say?"

"I hung up on him, and then he did this."

"You think this is your fault?" you ask.

"It is."

Rossi nods once and removes his gun so he can hand it to Hotch. He knows exactly what Rossi is telling him to do and scoffs. He has unshed tears in his eyes that he refuses to let fall.

"Here, use mine. You've convinced me. You hung up on him. You practically killed them yourself. Go ahead, get it over with. Don't worry about us. We'll get this guy without you."

"Dave, I had ten years to do something about it."

"Hotch, do you think I blame myself for every victim who was killed because I may have known something about it? I see death every day and the bad things people do, but I don't blame myself for it. If I did, I wouldn't be in this line of work. I'd be dead."

"She's right. Look, Shaunessy made the deal and the killings stopped. He closed the case and sent the BAU away. For ten years, you worked on other cases. Active cases."

"I kept coming back to this one. I kept coming back to this profile."

"Hey, I was retired. Should I blame myself for every victim who got killed while I was on my book tour? Look, if you want to end up like Shaunessy and Gideon by blaming yourself for everything, go ahead. But that voice in your head is not your conscience, it's your ego. This isn't about us, Aaron, it's about the bad guys. That's why we profile them. It's their fault. We're just guys doing a job. When we stop doing it, someone else will. Trust me. I know."

"You can put that away," Hotch says about the gun.

"You sure?" Rossi smirks.

"It's a little dramatic, don't you think?"

"My wife always said I had a flair for the dramatic."

"Which one?" you smirk.

"All of them."

"Hotch, think of it this way. I still have a lot to learn from you. There is no way I'd let you fall down the rabbit hole before I do," you chuckle.

"Thanks," Hotch smiles.

x

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[hypergamiss]

A co worker of mine told me a story about her friend who was chewed up and spit out by this European woman who just wanted American citizenship. They dated for 3 years, he bought a house for her, planned a wedding in less than a month, and in 3 weeks she had him served at his job with divorce papers. I guess, he's not taking it well at all. He's a 40 year old veteran who already had a messed up psyche from ptsd and what she did to him was the icing on the cake. My co worker said that he disappeared after she humiliated him and he's been hard to keep track of since then.

The gold digger in me is in awe of that woman's savagery but at the same time I low-key feel bad for him because she used the hell out of him. I'm really on the fence about it and I've been asking myself if I have the balls to pull off such an elaborate stunt and destroy someone's mental health and reputation like that. This woman is now making like $300k a year and had time to make up this whole plan while she was working on her advanced degree. She didn't even have the decency to leave town afterwards, she just bought a different house and he decided to move because he was so bothered by her proximity lol. She won the IDGAF wars for real lol.

Honestly, men do much much worse to women all the time and I admire her for putting her feelings aside and going after what she wanted. I've always struggled with not getting caught up in the emotions of my relationships with men and end up losing sight of why I even started entertaining them in the first place. I feel like if I learn to be this level of calloused and cold, then I will it pay off ten fold. what do you think?

Girl, omg. I have several thoughts about this.

I don’t know what she looks like, but I’m willing to bet she’s very attractive and confident. Probably the type to max out her looks. Sometimes I think a man can avoid this by being realistic and dating at his level. But no, some of them will value looks over everything and that’s the trend I see with ��passport bros.” They pass up perfectly amazing women because they don’t take into account personality and then end up resenting the person they chose.

I don’t think I could pull that off and be that cold to a man unless I knew for a fact he wasn’t a good person. I’ve never had to pull elaborate stunts like that one but I’ve had my fair share of leveling the playing field. Most of us don't have that ice-queen persona ready to go. Maybe there's more to her story, or he REALLY messed up to spark that level of revenge.

I do agree men tend to do much worse and for once she came out on top in this situation, she never let go of her ambition and goals. I don’t necessarily think you have to be “cold” to get good outcomes in your relationships. I think it’s more about being emotionally “strong” to keep your boundaries in place and not taking men so seriously until they’ve shown you that they lead with their actions, not words. So many times I hear women say something along the lines of “he said he’s going to buy me a house, he said he’s getting me a ring, he said he’s going to do this and that, etc” and actually believe a man based on just his words. Sometimes they even decide to give a man a child just because he said he would do a million things without having done a single one yet. Words are just, literally WORDS. I can look into your eyes and tell you that you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever laid my eyes on without ever actually meaning any of it.

I suggest gatekeeping your time and energy until men follow through with everything they say they will do, including treating you right. When they act right, you slowly give them more access to you. If they don’t follow through with their actions, you start to pull away. That’s it. My favorite is when they don’t even speak about what they’re going to do, they just literally do it by surprise and sweep you off your feet.

[ritcchamadayo]

Marriage? (TWST x Reader) Heartslabyul ver!

( Gender Neutral reader )

Wedding headcanons for our Heartslabyul gang ❤️

Riddle Rosehearts

His mother would definitely try to arrange his marriage with someone she deems worthy- but fear not! Riddle would never give up on his beloved rose, even if it means off with his head. I think he'd want a rather simplistic wedding. Just him, his closest friends, and you- his dearest, walking down the aisle with the reddest, prettiest roses that he personally picked in your hands.

(Trey definitely made the wedding cake! Strawberries, because he knows it's Riddle's favorite.)

"You look simply stunning, love. Hehe, I knew those roses would fit you. I hand-picked them myself, after all! Come now, everyone's waiting for us."

Ace Trappola

His family would be delighted to have such a sweet person caring for their son! Especially his big brother, I think he wouldn't stop crying on Ace's shoulder for a while. He's not the type of person who would want a simple wedding, but he wouldn't want an overly extravagant one either. Whatever it is, he'll make sure to ask you for your ideas first. Though, whatever you decide on, Ace would definitely make sure the wedding goes out with a bang!

(not a literal one, i hope. it's... an option though, if you're into the chaos.)

"So? You like it~? I prepared this especially for you, so you better be smiling today or else! We're gonna be havin' a blast to remember until we're old!"

Deuce Spade

Oh boy, this one's a nervous wreck.. He came to his mother and told her about the wedding plans, and you better grab a few boxes of tissue- they're gonna be crying it out for the day. Deuce's wedding isn't extravagant compared to any other, but it's not everyday you get to see the groom and his partner arriving at the wedding hall on a magical wheel!

(Ace scoffs, saying his wedding was more of a banger while dabbing the tears out of his eyes.)

"Hold tight, we're going to give them the best entrance they've ever seen! Make sure to hold onto my waist so you won't get blown away by the wind!"

Cater Diamond

Cater would definitely have the most extravagant wedding out of everyone else in Heartslabyul. He would soft launch your relationship on Magicam, posting everyday until the day he posts a picture of the two of you with rings on your fingers~ He wants the entire venue to be photo-op, magicam worthy sceneries! His sisters would most likely take charge of the clothing and make up though, to make sure you look more stunning than the venue itself!

(Trey and Riddle were pulled into a lot of pics, but they're happy.)

"Let's take lots of pictures today, kay? I'd love to post them on Magicam, but I wanna keep our pictures somewhere so we can look back in the future~"

Trey Clover

He'd definitely opt for a simple wedding with his closest friends and family, but his family is quite crowded still! His siblings would be all over you, teasing their brother and overall having fun with the newest addition to their family! Trey would make the wedding cake himself, with the help of his parents. His parents are proud that Trey's going to have the perfect partner to accompany him in his culinary journey!

(Cater definitely came over a few times to taste-test the wedding food...)

"Here, have a bite. I made the cake with your favorite flavors, so I hope you like it! ..Mm? You have a bit of cream on your mouth, haha. Is it really that tasty?"

[practically-an-x-man]

Okay, OC asks...

Give me one weird fact about/habit that each of your OCs have :)

ahh this is wonderful, thank you so much!! Also, this ask is making me realize how many OCs I have, and this is just the ones I've actively written about (there are 11 here, and there are easily 30+ more that I have stored away because I don't have time to write them yet)

Ah well, let's get into it :D

Mira Hart: She has a set of claws that fold under her fingernails (think like how cats' claws fold back into their paws), and she'll fold and unfold them repeatedly as a means of fidgeting.

Rae McKinney: She never wears rings. Her sister is a nurse, and she's heard way too many degloving stories as a result, so she's not exactly fond of rings. She even wears her wedding ring (once she gets married) on a chain around her neck instead of on her finger.

Azalea Jordan "AJ" Campbell: She'll just randomly air-guitar as a means of occupying her hands. If there's something playing on the radio that she knows how to play, she'll finger along, but she'll also just do it to whatever's in her head. Particularly when she's uncomfortable or bored.

(this may or may not be taken from a stim/habit I have myself...)

Katherine Johnson: Usually she has her sketchbook with her, or at least something to draw on, but if she doesn't she'll find a pen and doodle on her own skin. Often that translates to tracing along the vitiligo marks on her hand, filling them in with patterns and things (like henna mandalas, or zentangle designs)

(this might also be something I do, minus the vitiligo. I actually keep a felt-tipped pen in the inside pocket of my battle jacket specifically for this purpose)

Jasper Wilson: literally always has music. And I mean always. If they don't have their iPod with them (and 99% of the time, they do), they'll hum under their breath or just outright sing whatever's stuck in their head. It helps them focus. Usually this isn't too weird, but they're also the type to sing along to the grocery store speakers in the middle of the produce aisle, because self-consciousness is overrated and it's fun

Quinn/Aces: Always has a deck of cards on hand, usually because they find it fun to leave behind a playing card in exchange for whatever they pickpocket (like when they take One's wallet and leave the Ace of Spades behind). They have a habit of shuffling the cards too, to occupy their hands. She'll also get into contests with Billy and try and nick his things without him noticing, and vice versa. He gets caught a lot more often than she does, lol

She also has a habit of tugging on the back of her Mohawk when she's uncomfortable, or just fidgeting with it in general (once again, a habit pulled from my own life)

Indigo: Whenever she wears her toolbelt, she'll tap her fingers along the tools to count them (like how you pat your pockets to check for keys, wallet, phone, etc.). Half the time, it's not even a conscious count, she'll just innately know if something's missing or out of place

Robin Cassidy: Hates having her hands restrained, except under very specific circumstances. She uses sign language, so having her hands restrained is like putting a muzzle on her. Peter's just about the only one who can hold her hand regularly, because he knows her well enough to let go when she needs to speak.

Ophelia Octavius: This one's not quite outwardly visible, but she's grown so accustomed to having the actuators on her back that she'll fire off mental commands to them even when she's not wearing them. It's hard to describe, so here's an example: a plate falls off the shelf and breaks, she'll call off the actuators to let them know it's not a threat, even though she's not wearing them.

And it goes the other way too: when she's wearing them, she sometimes forgets that they're not exactly normal or inconspicuous, and will accidentally freak out a few passers-by

Madison Douglas: She spent five years living in the wilderness, and even after moving to the X-Mansion (where she's got plenty of food, safety, etc), she'll find herself squirreling away nonperishable food without even really realizing it. She gets better about that after a while, but sometimes she'll clean her room and realize she's got granola bars and cans of soup hidden under her bed, in the back of her closet, tucked at the bottom of her backpack. She knows she's safe and doesn't plan on leaving any time soon, but it's just automatic to take the opportunity of food wherever she can.

Prometheus: They need to have their torch with them at all times. If they don't have it with them (i.e. in (Farewell) Wanderlust), they'll have a handheld lighter or candle to make up for it. Basically, they just need to have fire with them. Not to commit arson (thank you Emily), just to have it nearby.

[qipsir]

brb gonna go watch Hard Candy now I've never heard of it and this sounds absolutely incredible

In case anyone would like, here are some more movie suggestions in the same vein as the ones mentioned

Spoiler alert for the following films

Revege (2017)- a hyperstylized rape revenge film that kicks so much ass like I think I genuinely cheered at the deaths in that

Ready Or Not (2019) - woman draws a lotery to unknowingly be sacrificed the night of her wedding and spends the entire movie hiding from her new "family" and surviving. Listing it here because at the end she bursts out laughing as the family starts very bloodily dying, which wasn't scripted, and when her husband begs her to forgive him, her response is to take off her ring and say "I want a divorce" and then he immediately dies

You're Next (2011) - what Ready or Not is frequently compared to. Absolute badass of a character takes down the killers all on her own and she immediately springs into action when something's wrong. She's one of the smartest movie characters I've ever seen and I fricken love her

Immaculate (2024) - about a nun who joins a monestary and soon finds herself the carrier of a virgin birth, making everyone think her baby is from God. Come to find out, it's very much not, they extracted DNA from some nails and injected it into her without her knowing to try and successfully grow another Jesus or something. While being pregnant, and even after her water breaking on the escape route, Ceclia escapes, ends up giving birth as she does, and kills the fetus with a large rock

Don't Breathe (2016) - I'm not entirely sure if this belongs on the list but considering a major plot point is the blind guy whose home the main characters broke into is holding a woman in his basement and forcing her to grow a replacement child for him, and he tries to do the same to one of the main characters, justifying it by "I'm not forcing myself on you" despite having a literal turkey baster full of semen to try and get her pregnant and give him another replacement child. it doesn't matter if she broke into this house at the start of the movie, this behaviour is unacceptable. And apparently they try to make you feel bad for the old man in the sequel? Absolutely not.

TAU (2018) - movie follows a girl who pickpockets for a living getting kidnapped by this genius type, being bound and gagged, and having a computer chip inserted into her neck so the genius guy can go through her memories and get data to program his AI named TAU. She tries to escape with the two other captives, both who get killed by the security team, and the entire film is a power struggle of her desperately trying to find her way out by really any means necessary. Even cutting off the guy's hand with a bone saw towards the end because the doors need his handprint to open.

TAU has double points for me because it has a running theme of the genius guy being an abusive parent. It isn't until Julia comes along that TAU learns about the gentle things, learns about life. She tells it about the world outside the house it's been trapped in all its existence, she begs and pleads for the genius type to stop deleting TAU's harddrive when he even disobeys in the slightest because it leaves TAU whining in pain, scrambling to appease its creator. He accuses Julia of turning TAU against him - which I mean yeah she did, trying to use it as an out at first but she also genuinely cares about it by the end of the film - but it's to the point that he's outright sadistic with the AI and heartless with Julia so both of them escaping is a major win in my book

so women are supposed to grin and bear the books, the comics, the movies, the plays, the tv shows, the stories, the sci-fi, the translated ancient poems, the fucking millennia of men writing about their self inserts torturing women and it being declared as High Art by other men, we’re supposed to read it in our free time, study it in classrooms, include their styles in our own writing, accept their cultural influence as natural, watch it in the cinema, write about it, talk about it, accept it, aspire it, but men can’t tolerate three seconds of female wish fulfilment of a woman snapping the wrist of a creep without feeling personally kicked in the balls.

[forensicated]

02x03 - Lost

TW: Racist language

Yorkie is circulating the description of a 'child' they're looking for from the front desk -a 15 year old skinhead with tattoos. Taffy gets told off for Tom for booking his train journey home in work time on the work telephone and the boys are excited by June having to claim for a new work skirt that was ripped in the course of duty. "What was his name?" "Barbed wire."

The Superintendent assigns Roy to deal with bomb hoax phone calls at the local Town Hall. Could the rank of officer dealing be anything to do with the fact he plays golf with the chief exec of the council? Charles wants an obbo placed on the call box where the call came from and Roy thinks only an idiot would return to the same call box to make another threat. Ted has found out that a recent spate of other bomb hoaxes were made to councillors who voted against kicking the chief exec out. He wonders if it's a revolt from a disgruntled rate payer. Given his 'interest', Roy places Ted to watch it in the obbo van. "Go easy on the scotch you might have to see straight."

Reg teases Taffy for going back to Wales for his nephew's christening. Yorkie asks if he's going to be the godfather and Reg scoffs and says the real reason for him returning is because of 'Mary Evans.' "...Jones." Taffy corrects with a sigh. "Yeah well, it's all the same!" Reg insists.

Taffy takes a call about a lost child from the headmaster of a primary school. June gets mobbed as soon as she arrives by the children until she's rescued by the headmaster. Samantha isn't the type that would normally play truant so he's very worried about her.

"Van rations!" Ted insists, coming out of a newsagents. "Are you sure you'll manage to survive?" asks Jim, nodding at the bag of food.

"More likely to die of boredom." Mike sighs, claiming Roy likely has it in for Ted giving him this job. Ted explains that the Super had him on the carpet, causing Jim to literally snigger out loud. "Never have grown up, have you, Jimmy?" Ted sighs. As they return to the van, one of the local wags has used the dirt on the side to write 'PIGS'.

Jim wipes it off but doesn't do a very good job. As Jim drives them over to the location, Mike asks what the flavour of crisps are that Ted's eating. "Can't see." "Can't you tell by the taste?" "No." Jim parks, walking away with a bang on the side. "Have a nice day!"

Samantha hasn't reported being bullied and her mum says there's nothing at home that could have caused her to run away. She is in a hurry to get home though as she's trying to get through to her husband at the bus station where he works. June tells her she'll be over late to collect a photograph. The head reads Samantha's recent report which says Samantha has been becoming slapdash over her work for a term and is quiet in class. She has a new friend from an Irish Catholic family. June speaks to the friend, Theresa. Theresa says they've never gone anywhere they shouldn't or spoken to anyone that they don't know. Samantha lives in a run down block of flats that is covered in graffiti and rubbish. Her mother hands June a photograph of Samantha but the husband/father is so far still nowhere to be seen. June rings Social Services to ask them to do a search just to see if they'd had any involvement with the family.

In the van Mike spots 'lovely Rita' , a traffic warden approaching. "We could invite her in, she could share your pork pie." "Do you ever stop thinking about sex?" "Do you ever stop thinking of your stomach?" 2 minutes and 50 seconds later, Rita returns to write a ticket for the van but the boys have their own bit of fun waiting for her.

Reg warns Taffy that he wants to watch his returns home and meals with Mary's parent's as the next thing he'll be hearing is wedding bells. Old Reg is definitely very different from what he became!

Yorkie is concerned about a family who are being subjected to abuse and racist graffiti outside their home. The 15 year old skinhead Yorkie was trying to trace earlier is the aggressor. Yorkie was going to speak to the education welfare officer but Bob suggests speaking to the boys dad first.

The head teacher of Samantha's school arrives with Theresa to talk to June. Theresa thought that telling June what had really happened might be a sin. She explains that a man flashed them when they were walking home. She was so scared that she didn't tell anyone and neither did Samantha. She can't tell June what the man looked like so June asks gently prompting questions instead to work out the specifics one at a time.

Taffy calls to the van to tell them to return to the station ASAP and report to Roy. The MISPER investigation has now become a potential abduction and everyone available on shift has been called in to help. The dog unit are also helping and June has to liaise with the mother - which also means telling her about the flasher and that they think Samantha has been abducted. June arrives at Samantha's home and hears her parents having a raging row. Her parents blame Theresa for Samantha's work slipping, claiming she gave her nits too!

Roy and CID are looking for the flasher whilst uniform are searching primarily for the little girl. The description is not brilliant but Roy asks them to make a list of any known sex offenders in the area that match it and then to visit them. Mike and Ted check up on 2 sex offenders in particular that jump out at them. An attractive neighbour tells them that the first one has gone away last minute and that it's the first time she's known him to go away since he moved in. Both are quite taken with the neighbour...

Mike reports that Terrance Lowe, the first suspect, is not at home and asks for officers to keep an eye out for him.

June gently explains to Samantha's parents that they've had a report that both Samantha and a friend were flashed at. The father looks out the window and spots them checking the nearby rubbish dump. "It's normal procedure." June says reassuringly "For you, maybe!" He tells his wife to shut up when she apologises for him snapping at June and shows her to Samantha's bedroom. June has a quick look round and can't see anything out of the ordinary. Samantha's favourite bunny is waiting for her on her bed for her return - complete with chewed ear. Her father tells June that he promised to take her back to St Katharine's Dock, the subject of one of her many drawings around the room and that the picture of him and Samantha on the bedside table was taken in Margate. They notify Kent police and Roy has sent a couple of officers down to St Katharine's Dock to see if she's there. Charles tells Roy to start notifying press and TV and at the same time a telephone call comes through to tell him that a bomb hoax has come through but it's not at the Town Hall this time. It was at a Turkish bath where the council leader was having his weekly steam - something Roy and Charles can't help laughing at.

Ted and Mike call at the second suspects (played by Norman Lovett - aka Holly from Red Dwarf) address and find his mother home. She tells him that her son has got a job at the cab garage and that he left for work at the normal time of 8.45am and his boss tells them he arrived at 9.15am as usual. At the station, the second suspect is initially more offended about being accused and brought in rather than being helpful with his whereabouts at the time of the girls potential abduction.

Jim and Abe speak to the boat owners as they attempt to locate Samantha. A drunken old man claims he saw Samantha and that she was wearing a tartan skirt that reminded him of the tartan from his Blackwatch Uniform. Unfortunately before he can be questioned further he collapses. They bring him in and Roy tries his hardest to talk to him to get him to tell him the full story of what he can remember. Roy is very gentle and uncharacteristically patient with him, even holding his coffee for him to drink.

June tells Bob that Samantha's parents aren't coping. She also thinks Samantha had been crying in her bedroom before she left because she found a hidden handkerchief with her bunny.

Roy asks the drunk if he remembers if Samantha was with anyone. He says there was a woman with a spotted coat but he doesn't know if they were together or not. Later Roy gives Ted a gentle warning that he could be heading the same way with his drinking.

The helicopter unit is brought in to search for Samantha. The full length edition of the theme plays in the background through a montage of police divers and uniform officers getting ready to search the entire Dock for Samantha. with Viv, Pete and Abe stopping cars nearby and a police car with speaker system repeatedly reading out the description as it drives round. Ted wonders why neither of the girls felt like they could tell their parents they were flashed at.

The incident room are getting multiple calls - but they're spread far and wide and some in unlikely places for it to be Samantha travelling between them given the timings. For mug watch fans Bob has his Arsenal mug out again.

Reg says he could do with a cup of tea and June suggests that he go get it himself, especially as she's trying to ring the school headmaster. "I only asked, bleedin' feminist paranoia!" June asks if she can go into the school to speak to Theresa again but the head tells her that she's not at school. "Don't tell me she's been abducted too!" Reg the helpful adds. A couple of minutes later he puts his foot in it again by saying 'The trouble with West Indian's is that they have too many kids!" in front of Abe.

June heads to the flats and Theresa opens the door. June asks why she isn't at school and if she's home alone. Theresa remains silent. Later June has gotten Theresa to tell her that she was too scared to go to school. She won't tell her why but June asks her if she's told a fib. Again there's no response. June tells Roy that Theresa won't tell her either way but she's sure that she is lying about the flasher.

Yorkie asks Taffy how 'his girl' felt about being stood up the night before. "Not too bad all things considered... especially as she was waiting for me for 2 hours at Bangor station!" It was his sister who gave him hell for not going!

Bob receives a phone call telling him that Brighton Police have arrested their first missing suspect. He updates Roy and then arranges for Mike and Ted to pick him up and return him to Sun Hill.

Sun Hill receive a telephone call about a woman in a spotted mac with a girl matching Samantha's description shopping in a toy shop. Roy picks up on it immediately. "Come on, Ackland. I'll buy you a teddy bear." (It's impossible not to ship Roy/June!) Roy shows the shop assistant a picture of Samantha and she says she's sure it is her as she remembers the blue anorak. She bought a colouring book and some felt tips and that Samantha seemed to be OK. She paid by credit card so Roy checks the receipts to find a name, Luba Cheska, and then rings Bob to get him to chase it up. Yorkie recognises the name as the wife of a Polish man who was murdered in a hit and run accident. They get the address from the bank and then Roy and June drive over. As soon as the door opens, June and Roy identify themselves and hurry inside before they can be pushed out by Cheska. June hurries into the kitchen and finds a happy and smiling Samantha helping her bake some cakes. As soon as June tells her she has to go home the smile disappears and she looks sad.

Charles receives a telephone call from the Chief Exec of the council again who says he understands they had to focus on the missing child but he's received another call about a bomb and so he's going to complain about them to CIB. "I wish somebody would bloody well blow him up." Charles growls, hanging up. He hears Ted and Mike outside and initially shouts at them for not being around and then apologises when they tell him they'd driven to Brighton to interview the suspect before being told that it wasn't necessary once there! Charles tells them the Council's Chief Executive has had another telephone call and is going to report them to the complaints bureau for not stopping them.

Viv sits in and takes notes as Roy interviews Cheska. She says that she thought Samantha was lost and that she wasn't going to school because she found her at the Dock watching the boats. Cheska explains that she also goes there to people watch and talk to strangers as she's lonely since her husband died.

June returns with Samantha and takes her up to her parents. Her mother instantly grabs her and slaps her round the face, asking where the hell she had been. Her father shouts at his wife that she shouldn't hit her and the parents start rowing again, dragging Samantha inside and slamming the door on June who visibly regrets taking Samantha back to the chaos of her parents where she was so unhappy. With smacking legal in the 80's, there's nothing she can do.

[aajjks]

⚠️⚠️ it’s long. a little TOO long ⚠️⚠️

TPOL!JK

you wonder if this is what it means to be a princess. to be whisked away by your prince with everything handed to you on a silver platter. you never thought you’d be engaged to a wealthy businessman; on your way to an engagement on party of your own. dressed from head to toe in an expensive name brand dress with silver red bottoms, wearing expensive jewelry, and smelling expensive.

you remember the days where you couldn’t afford meals because you were so busy with taking care of your mother that you never had time for yourself until you signed that contract. sometimes you loath yourself for signing that contract other times you’re thankful you did because look at where you are now.

you’re wearing a beautiful diamond ring that you rarely take off. when jungkook asks if you’re wearing it; OF COURSE YOU ARE!! you laugh when jungkook tells you not tell your friends how he proposed and although it was unromantic, it was in the most jungkook-way possible.

the conversation then goes from his proposal to yugyeom and yerin���s wedding which is next week and of course the both of you are having it AFTER theirs. yerin would literally kill you if you had your wedding before hers but of course, jungkook wants the wedding to be huge. he wants the wedding to garner a lot of attention because he wants the world to know that you are officially his.

jungkook is always used to doing things big and though you pictured your wedding being small and local, you don’t mind having a huge wedding as long as jungkook plans it because big parties aren’t really your thing. “we can do whatever you want, jungkook. i don’t mind a grand wedding. just don’t ditch me at the alter, okay?” you joke and of course jungkook would NEVER do such a thing. if anything, he’s hoping you don’t ditch him at the alter especially when he brings up the conversation he had with chaeyoung and you can’t help but feel a type of way about it.

didn’t he get mad at you for talking to namjoon? yet here he is conversing with chaeyoung about seeing jaemin. honestly, you don’t mind having chaeyoung see her son but then you think back to when she tried to hurt him. bringing it up makes you sick to your stomach, so just like jungkook, your answer is no as well. at least until she’s further into her recovery but it doesn’t lessen your pissed off mood hearing jungkook was having a conversation with her when he screamed his head off at you about namjoon.

before you have time to actually fuss at jungkook, you both arrive at the hotel where the engagement party would be held. once jungkook gets out, he goes to your side to open the door and bring you out where you’re face with the flashing lights of the paparazzi.

“you look absolutely beautiful, ms. y/n!”

“OVER HERE MR. JEON!!”

“you guys look gorgeous!!”

“I LOVE YOU JUNGKOOK!!”

the people scream and journalists surround the two of you asking about the blinding ring on your finger but you can’t focus on them when you’re being shoved into the hotel and replaying jungkook’s haunting words over and over in your head: “if she continues to ask me to be in his life, I’m going to kill her. And I swear to God if namjoon’s at the party..” then he’s going to kill him too.

“just calm down okay? let’s just focus on tonight and have fun” you smile before fixing his hair a bit and lacing your fingers through his and walking through the door together where all your friends wait for the two of you to arrive.

“THE COUPLE IS FINALLY HERE!!” says eunwoo who looks at his clock and points at the time “we thought the two of you stood us up” he jokes as you walk to alina and give her a hug. “thank you guys for coming. sorry we’re so—“

“Y/N!!! OH MY GOODNESS!! YOU LOOK SEXY GIRLLL” jorja yells and basically makes you do a 360 for both her and yerin.

“holy shit!! the ring is gorgeous!!” yerin says as she holds the ring up close.

“can you believe it? our kookie proposed despite saying he’d never date, never have a child, and look at him now” says another friend of jungkook’s named seokjin. “you’ve grown up so much man”

“so how did you propose?” mingyu asks. “knowing jungkook” says eunwoo “probably during an argument. he’s the type to say ‘i love you guys so much’ at the worst possible situations”

His mood is instantly changed when you tell him to calm down, and as soon as you’re both in, you are greeted by his friends, and of course yerin and jorja are right by your side, alina joins in too and the ladies are immediately gushing over your beautiful luxury ring..

Jungkook is of course with his guy friends and he rolls his eyes at eunwoo, scoffing at his remark, damn it, they know him too well. So Jungkook just sucks it up as he hugs all of them.

“I don’t regret it… she’s all mine now.” He says, and the guys just listen to their friend start to talk about you obsessed, “damn, Shes got you down bad.” Mingyu laughs, and Jungkook agrees.

“Where are the drinks. I just want to get all drunk.” Jungkook is still a little tense, but he’s soon joined by his school mates, jimin, hoseok, Yoongi, taehyung.

Of course there’s everyone present except for Namjoon. Good, Jungkook thinks to himself, tonight has to be just about you and him.

“so when’s the wedding?” Yugyeom asks and all the guys start to chatter, “I have GOT to be your best man!” Eunwoo calls in, and the guys whine. “Why not, he was mine at my wedding?” He smirks and Jungkook is busy sipping on his vodka. “Why not me?!” Taehyung playfully hits Eunwoo on the shoulder.

“It’s going to be Jaemin.” Jungkook jokes while the guys stop to argue. “Nah forget about that..” Jimin is playing with the glass of his strawberry martini, gathering the attention of the guys.

“When is the bachelorette party?!” He smirks and Jungkook almost spits out his drink, the guys hmm in agreement and now Jungkook is all nervous.

“NOOO BACHELORETTE PARTY IS HAPPENING!” Jungkook shakes his head, and he doesn’t even pay any mind to the guys arguing with him, because he’s already missing you.

Your girlfriends have got you cornered but you seem to be really enjoying yourself, in fact he can see you literally SHINING as you give them all your gorgeous smile.

Oh he’s the luckiest man alive.

“Okay simp, back to us.” Hoseok shakes Jungkooks shoulders and he blinks innocently. “Of course a bachelorette party IS going to happen.” SeokJin announces, and the guys cheer.

Of course, their youngest one is getting married, a bachelorette party is a MUST.

“Mine was pretty fun too, JK you were a wild man.” Eunwoo winks and mingyu agrees, “yn has changed him a lot,” jimin says when he see Jungkook blushing. “CANT believe how you managed to get yourself a gorgeous girl like her to be fair.” Taehyung knows that his friend is very possessive of you so he decides to tease him.

“Yeah man. She’s WAY out of your league,” hoseok laughs when Jungkook starts to glare at them all.

Overall, he is unable to stop them from planning a bachelorette party for him, so he just surrenders.

While, the girl gang are busy asking you multiple questions about your relationship with Jungkook, and they tease you often when you blush at his mention.

“Soo…. When is the bachelorette yn?” Alina suddenly asks the question and jorja squeaks. “OH YEAHHH WE NEED A BACHELORETTE PARTY YN!” Yerin winks at you.