#jj hernandez

[lordrataxesart]

can't resist the urge to draw all my oc's in clown paint

[jjsstars]

random school bus graveyard headcanons

// with aiden/ashlyn & ben/taylor & logan/tyler <3 //

warnings: weed/smoking, swearing

[cut off cause this got rlly long whoops]

Ash is bi & Aiden is pan

Taylor & Ben are both asexual but also hopeless romantics

Tyler is bi & Logan is gay

Taylor does Ben’s nails on weekends

Tyler tries to teach Logan how to play baseball (he’s semi successful)

Ash is paramore fan (p sure this is just canon atp)

Aiden loves all those dystopian movies and forces Tyler to watch them when he finds out he’s never seen them (ie hunger games, the maze runner, divergent etc.)

Aiden’s best subject is math and his worst is English, Ash is the same way

Taylor’s best subjects are science & math, her worst is art (she just can’t draw okay)

Tyler’s best subject is gym but as far as academics go he’s pretty good at history, he sucks at science tho

Logan’s best subject is obvi science, he honestly does good in everything, but he doesn’t like language that much

Taylor carry’s extra ear plugs/headphones/notebooks & pens for Ben & Ash (or anyone who might need them)

Tyler can braid better than Taylor can (he would do her hair growing up)

Aiden & Ash are adhd vs autism

Logan and Taylor hold hands when they’re anxious

Aiden can play the guitar & drums

Ben can also play the guitar but he prefers acoustic whereas Aiden likes electric

Tyler can play guitar but he prefers to play the trumpet (he’s rlly good)

Taylor can sing but she only does around Ben - he totally doesn’t cry nope totally not -

Ash can play the Harp (stealing that from someone else’s hc post <3) but she can also play violin & piano (multitalented queen)

Aiden & Ash link pinkies while sitting on the bus if Ash is feeling particularly pda strong

the whole group goes to cheer on Tyler’s baseball games

Logan now has a first aid kit in his locker from dating Tyler and being friends with Aiden

Aiden has a medical card for medical weed and he definitely abuses that shit

the first time Ashlyn gets high it relaxes her so much she’s convinced she’s dying for a hot minute

Logan & Taylor don’t like being high, Ben is indifferent to it, Aiden, Ashlyn & Tyler enjoy it throughly

It calms Aiden & Tyler down a lot

Taylor & Ben are the only ones capable of sitting in a chair like a normal person

Aiden & Ben smuggle good food into the hospital for Tyler

Tyler gives Logan forehead kisses

Ben kisses the top of Taylor’s hand

Aiden kisses the tip of Ash’s nose - Ash kisses his cheek

everyone is always finding Ashlyn hair in everything cause she sheds so much

Logan & Ben are Star Wars fans

Aiden is the first one to get his official license - to everyone’s horror -

Tyler is the last one to get his license (he’s so mad about it)

Ashlyn still sleeps with a stuffed animal and has a tote of them in her closet — she hides this for months until Ben finds them one day and casually adopts them all with Taylor

Aiden runs like a space heater as does Taylor

Ash & Ben both run superrrr cold

Logan and Tyler have normal temperatures, the freaks /j

Ben carry’s an inhaler because Aiden got asthma attacks as a kid - he hasn’t had one since he was like 7 but Ben likes to be prepared

If he gets hyper focused enough Aiden will go non-verbal / won’t acknowledge the outside world to the point of Ben having to write down responses for him

Aiden & Tyler can skateboard

Taylor can rollerskate & she teaches Logan how to too

Ashlyn is a god at ice skating

Ben prefers to stay on his own two feet thank you very much

Tyler’s terrified of dogs and screams for Taylor anytime one comes near him

Animals naturally love Ashlyn, Taylor’s jealous

Aiden is one of those people that will spend five minutes in a backyard and pick up three frogs, a lizard, a scarily big spider, two beetles and point out where a snake is

birds really like Ben - he doesn’t know why

Aiden & Ben are really good at art, but with totally different styles

Ben prefers realism and charcoal pieces

Aiden prefers more stylized art, markers & paints

Aiden did graffiti for a while and still would if he ever had the time (stupid phantoms) - when Ash finds out she lets him tag the buses in the graveyard and he’s so excited about it

Aiden & Tyler play basketball together on the weekends while the others watch/mess with them the entire time

If Tyler’s being particularly cocky about winning against Aiden then Ben will step in cause he’s naturally really good at basketball

Taylor and Logan always giggle watching Tyler’s face fall seeing Ben stand up

Ashlyn doesn’t mind when Aiden loses because then she gets to use it as an excuse for them to go get ice cream to “make the loss easier” (aiden knows she does that every time because she also asks to go out for ice cream if he wins to celebrate)

Taylor lets Aiden try on her lip gloss once and now he has his own collection and keeps some on him at all times — mostly just clear ones or sparkly light pink ones that aren’t super noticeable but still leaves a shine

Tyler uses like ten separate hair products daily - him & Ash take the longest to do their hair out of the whole group

[jjtheresidentbaby]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ one and the same ໒꒱ ⋆ﾟ⊹

|| ashlyn banner & tyler hernandez

summary: ashlyn has dealt with worse than an argument with tyler, but when it sends her into headspace midway through a night in the phantom dimension it can become a problem

just lil disclaimer; don’t like, don’t read. I’m only saying this because it’s a smaller fandom and I’ve seen some pretty hostile comments about topics and I really don’t want to deal with any of that <3

warnings: little!ashlyn, caregiver!tyler, caregiver!ben, set after tyler gets out of the hospital/is healed, hurt/comfort, arguing, involuntary regressing, crying, non verbal!ash is mentioned, nicknames, tyler is practically ash’s older brother now

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“We can’t just stay put forever!” Tyler groans and runs a hand through his hair, the school bus creaking under his pacing feet.

“I’m not saying we stay put forever but- we can’t just run out there either.” Ashlyn sighs, looking over at Taylor who’s stood closest to Tyler and has been trying to get him to calm down. It’s been almost a full month since Tyler healed from the tree incident and while he had been content on waiting to go past the graveyard walls for awhile because of Taylor’s worries, he’s not so keen on the idea anymore. They need to do something, get out of here, find out more about the phantoms, anything.

“Then we should come up with a plan like I’ve been saying.” It’s angry and hot, Tyler’s eyes pointed towards Ashlyn with all the fire in the world. She looks away in seconds and takes a deep breath to try and steady herself, they’ve been standing here arguing for at least an hour, Ashlyn has also been slowly slipping into her headspace throughout it all. It’s the worst possible timing in the world and she’s trying to push it away but isn’t sure it’s really working.

“The plan you’re proposing isn’t safe.” Running out and trying to capture a phantom to study it is the only thing Tyler’s suggested, nobody’s agreed with him, not even Aiden.

“Well it’s something! You’re the leader and you haven’t given a single idea.” The leader is said in almost a mockery, Ashlyn gets it. She’s the one that took on that label and she hasn’t done an amazing job at keeping everyone safe. No matter how many times Tyler reminds her that what happened wasn’t her fault, she can still feel the small amount of resentment he holds against her. She’s not mad about it or going to tell him to get over it or anything, but it hurts when she feels this vulnerable.

Since the trip to Savannah Ashlyn hasn’t been able to regress, it used to be something she did before bed, just to destress and sleep better, but now she’s got monsters to fight. Literally. She had thought going without regressing would be fine and it has been, til this week. There’s no reason she can pinpoint on why her little space has been begging to come out, she just knows it is, and that her eyes burn with tears because of it. The more emotional side of her always comes to the surface when she’s little.

“I- I think we should take time to come up with a more cohesive plan.” Her hands clench and unclench by her sides, voice an odd quietness that Taylor and Aiden definitely pick up on as they give her a questioning concerned look. She ignores it.

“To do what!? You’re supposed to be the one coming up with plans and taking charge, so what are we going to do?” Tyler steps closer to Ashlyn as her mouth opens only close. She’s definitely slipped now, she can feel it, all the emotions flooding into her system, the fear almost feels suffocating. There’s sounds of monsters all around her and she has Tyler standing in front of her looking extra pissed off, she doesn’t know what’s worse, the ear torture or the guilt that her friend is so upset because of her.

“Tyler-.” Taylor starts and Tyler turns to look at her but when he does Ashlyn stumbles backwards, hitting Ben’s chest with a flinch and high pitched noise she hadn’t meant to let out.

Her heart is beating two times faster than it should be and her body curls back into Ben as far as it can, tears building in her eyes and terror spiked in her chest. She didn’t mean to do that, she knows Tyler would never hurt her, she trusts him, really she hadn’t meant to—. The tears she was holding back start to slip down her cheeks and she quickly turns to hide her face in Ben’s chest.

“Ashlyn…” The sudden hand on her back only makes her jump again, hands clinging to Ben’s shirt with enough of a grip that she could tear the fabric in two.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I didn’t- I didn’t mean to-.” A choked off sob stops her from continuing the small pleas. There’s a shake to her body that only makes her more scared, she wants to go home, she wants to be safe, she doesn’t want to be standing in a school bus trembling and feeling herself slip further down into headspace. It’s only a matter of time until she goes completely non-verbal, something that’s never been an issue but definitely will be here.

“Ash, it’s okay, nobody’s upset.” Aiden speaks slow and soft, they make eye contact when she turns her head to the side against Ben’s chest. He gives his cousin a small nod before Ben hesitantly starts to wrap his arms around Ashlyn’s back to hold her in closer, tightening them when she doesn’t flinch away from the motion.

“Can you talk to us? Tell us what’s wrong, if- if it’s Tyler I swear he’d never do anything to hurt you.” Taylor comes to stand beside Aiden with her teeth chewing her bottom lip in nerves. Ashlyn can see Tyler behind her shoulder, he’s still pacing but it’s less angry and more worried, she feels horrible for making them all so concerned.

“No- no it’s not Ty’s fault, I’m sorry- I just- everything’s so much. I wanna go home, I wanna be safe, I don’t wanna be here.” A childlike tone drapes over Ashlyn’s words that makes more tears run down her cheeks. She doesn’t know where that nickname for Tyler came from, or why she’s being so honest and not trying to make her answers to sound more normal, less like she’s a child despite how she feels.

“Oh sweetheart…” Taylor says as if she can read through every thought Ashlyn has, can see just how vulnerable she’s being.

“Why don’t you and Ben sit down, okay? Just try and breathe, it’s okay.” The direction is followed easily and as soon as Ben’s sat with his back pressed to the wall and window of the bench closest to them Ashlyn finds herself curling against him again. It’s probably a bad idea, probably raises a million red flags for the others, but laying her head down on Ben’s chest to listen to his heartbeat is helping her feel calmer so she allows herself some grace. And she knows if Ben was uncomfortable or didn’t want her there he’d push her away.

“Want some water?” Logan appears over the seat in front of Ashlyn and Ben, his eyes flicking around their faces nervously, he obviously doesn’t know how to help or what to say. Ashlyn shakes her head and closes her eyes against Ben’s shirt, she’s exhausted and wants to go to sleep but knows she can’t, there’s monsters close by that could attack at any moment. She needs to stay alert, as much as she can while regressed anyways.

“Ashlyn are you sure you’re okay? I didn’t mean to scare you.” Tyler questions in the most hesitant voice Ashlyn’s ever heard him use. He’s usually so sure of himself, not afraid to speak his mind, not afraid to say things with his full chest, never this anxious about simply talking.

“M’okay.” Her face untucks just enough for her to see how Tyler’s stood in the aisle in front of where her and Ben are sitting. His eyes are big and hands fidgeting restlessly, Ashlyn reaches out for him before she can fully think it through, just wanting him to calm down, for things to not feel so stressful.

Tyler takes the offer after a short pause, sitting on the seat next to Ben when he shifts his knees up so there’s enough room. Ashlyn crawls her way off of Ben’s chest to Tyler’s, more careful with how she sits on him as she’s still petrified that he’ll be in pain because of the tree injuries, but she quickly relaxes when his hand starts to rub up and down her back. The sound of his heartbeat is a little faster than Ben’s was but it drowns out some of the monster sounds the same.

“Taylor used to sit with me like this when we were little, she’d make me carry her around anywhere she could too. I’m not sure I’ll be able to carry you as easily though carrot top.” A small smile spreads over Tyler’s face as he talks. Ashlyn sinks into every word, they feel safe and comfortable, like Tyler’s telling her it’s okay in some odd way. It’s okay that she’s upset, that she wants to go home, wants comfort, as if he’s assuring her that he’ll take care of her the same way he does his biological sister. As if they’re one and the same.

[ciegeinc]

The Peripheral S01E08

[oceanusborealis]

The Peripheral: Season 1 – TV Review

The Peripheral: Season 1 – TV Review

TL;DR – While it expertly builds tension and the world, it ends on a flat note of frustration   ⭐⭐⭐⭐ Rating: 3.5 out of 5. Disclosure – I paid for the Prime Video service that viewed this show.End Credit Scene – The final episode, The Creation of a Thousand Forests, has an end credit scene.Warning – Some scenes may cause distress. The Peripheral Review – It has been a while since I have sat…

[gameofthunder66]

-(finished) watchin' Season 1- 12/20/2022- 2 [1/2] stars- on Amazon Prime

This show is hard for some of us to follow just like Westworld!

CHLOË GRACE MORETZ as Flynne Fisher in THE PERIPHERAL (2022—)

[cowgurrrl]

Okayyy bear with me, this for our OFTM! What about a celeb who meets actress!reader at some awards or something or they’ve worked together and the pictures turn out so gorgeous and he uploads it with some cheesy lovey dovey caption and it kinda sets Joel off with jealousy and a bigggg green eyed monster. It doesn’t help that Tommy, Ellie, and Sarah start pulling his leg in their fam group chat saying oh wow look at mom with him or something and y’know tommy would pull his leg more to get a reaction out of Joel. And Joel is just alternating between fighting for his life in the chat and fighting for his wife with actress!reader and just comedy and fluffiness????

(also I have one more inspo that I dreamt of sending you in the next one)

OOOOOHHHH LOVE THIS I haven’t played around with jealous joel in SUCH A LONG TIME also I know you weren’t necessary referring them but I immediately thought of Jessica Chastain and Oscar Isaac because I MEAN

ANYWAYS HERE WE GO

Wildflower & Barley

Pairing: rockstar!joel miller x actress!reader

Summary: this ask

Warnings: ✨multi-media✨, jealousy, life stuff, literally just them being the sweetest couple

You sigh as you read the text. Joel is normally very comfortable in your relationship, unshaken by the various actors and actresses who’ve played your love interests and partners on screen. He shrugs off silly press comments, sits through love scenes remarkably well, and even goes as far as congratulating your costar on a job well done. “Not that it’s hard to pretend to be in love with her,” he said when asked about it in a red carpet interview a few years ago. But, once in a blue moon, he gets jealous and a little insecure. You figure Spencer’s post didn’t help with the little green monster sitting on his shoulder the past few months. 

With all your littles in school now, you’re extremely busy. You’re constantly running around from baseball practices, PTA meetings, recitals, doctor’s appointments, birthday parties, and more. Not to mention making time for all the Miller-Hernandez-Caradonna-Pierce grandkids, Isaac, Cecilia, and JJ. Joel’s working on a new album and getting his record label up and running while you’re not only directing and co-producing a smaller film while acting in a different one and getting ready to go on a (limited) press tour. You and Joel haven’t had the most time to catch up, and it feels like you’re passing ships. It’s temporary. You know it is, but it doesn’t feel good to see your costars more than you get to see your husband. You’re almost positive Joel’s jealousy stems from that. 

“Hey, you ready to get back to it?” Your co-producer, Ava, asks, jolting you out of your thoughts, and you nod. 

“Let’s do it.” You say as you tuck your phone into your back pocket. The day goes relatively smoothly with only one broken prop and an impromptu refresher session with one of your actors and the armorer. You make it a point to end the day early so you can get home and talk to Joel before one of you can fall asleep on the couch (a bad habit you’ve both developed recently), and thank god you did. 

The second you open the door, you can smell the delicious dinner Joel is making in the kitchen and hear the music he’s blasting through the Alexa. “Mom!” Sammy yells as he and the girls run over in a flurry of overlapping stories and demands for hugs and kisses. Even though Sam is nine now and on the cusp of thinking he’s too cool for his parents, he’s still your little love bug. 

“Mommy, will you come draw with me?” Violet asks and you smile as you tuck a curl behind her ear.

“Of course, baby. Can I go say hi to Daddy first?” 

“Fine but hurry!” Violet whines, making you laugh. You hang up your purse by the front door and toe off your shoes, already feeling better with your heels off, and pad into the kitchen. Joel is wearing the apron you got him for Christmas last year that says “Caution: Hot Dad” and made the older girls groan in embarrassment. You laugh when you see it on him, and he quickly turns down the Bee Gees to hear you. 

“You’re home early.” He says as he leans down to peck your lips and wrap an arm around your waist. You chase his lips and kiss him again before pulling away to look at him.

“Wanted to catch you before bedtime,” you say, and he hums. “Plus, we’re making good time on production. We can afford to cut a little early.”

“Well, I‘m glad you did.” He says. You can hear the kids in the other room playing loudly and you know Violet is gonna burst in any moment and order you to draw with her so you savor the semi-private moment with him.

“Are we okay?” You ask quietly and he takes a deep breath. 

“We’re okay.” 

“It’s okay if we’re not.” 

“Baby,” he soothes, slipping a hand in your back pocket. “We’re okay, I promise. I just… had a moment.” 

“It’s fine to have a moment. I don’t want you to keep that from me just because we’re busy,” you say. “You don’t actually think I’d trade you in for someone else or whatever the fuck Tommy said, right?” He sighs and you raise your eyebrows at him.

“Just… please tell me this isn’t like a Mr. and Mrs. Smith thing.” He says. You would laugh if he didn’t seem as upset as he does just because of how bizarre the idea is. How could anyone ever compare to him? How could he even think that you’d leave him like that?

“This isn’t a Mr. and Mrs. Smith thing. Not even close to it. Spencer has been married to his wife longer than we’ve been married and they’re solid. I promise, he just posted that to get people excited about the movie.”

“You’re not wearing your ring in the picture.” He says. You pull the chain hiding under your collar out and show him.

“I was. You just couldn’t see it.” 

“How long have you had that?” 

“Since we got engaged. You’ve definitely seen it before.” You say, laughing a little at the surprised look on his face. 

“Yeah, but I didn’t know that’s why you wore it. I thought you got it as a wrap gift or somethin’.” He defends. It makes sense why he wouldn’t know. You only take the necklace off when it can’t be hidden under the costume, and even then, it’s normally tucked into your pocket or, at the very least, hidden safely in your trailer. It’s a part of your routine to put your ring back on at the end of a shooting day or between breaks to help you transition back into your real life, which means Joel only sees it after it’s returned to its rightful spot. Even the few times he’s been on set filming something with you, you’ve been so busy that he didn’t have time to notice it. 

“Good to know I can still surprise you all these years later,” you say. He only looks a little embarrassed when he reaches around you to turn off the stove. The kids are, thankfully, still occupied, and you take the opportunity before it can slip away. “Joel, I adore you. I am still as helplessly in love with you as I was when we were in New York for the first time. There isn’t anybody else for me, okay? It’s you. It’s always gonna be you. So you don’t need to worry about costars or living Brangelina or whatever because you are it for me.” He works at his jaw as he processes your words, and you wait. Joel’s mind has always been an elusive one, so you like watching his gears turn. 

“Okay,” he mumbles finally. “I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to be sorry. You just have to tell me when you’re feeling this way,” you say, kissing his jaw. “Besides, if you’d said something earlier, I would’ve been able to tell you that you’re a much better kisser than Spencer.”

“I was just gettin’ over the post, and now I have to watch y’all kiss?!” He groans dramatically, and you laugh. 

“You’re the one who married an actor.” 

“And I’d do it again.” He says as he kisses you, crowding your space so you’re stuck between him and the counter. It’s broken between giggles and kitchen timers beeping but it isn’t until Violet tugs at your shirt do you fully break away from Joel.

“Mommy, you said you would come draw with me.” She pouts, and you immediately drop down to her level.

“I’m so sorry, baby. I did say that. Daddy just had a hard day so I was trying to cheer him up. I can come draw with you now.” You explain, and she gasps, looking between you and Joel.

“Daddy!” She exclaims, putting her hands on her hips. “Why didn’t you tell me you were having a bad day?” 

“Because it’s not your job to fix Daddy’s day.” 

“But I want to! Can I give you a kiss?”

“I wanna give Daddy a kiss!” Sophia runs in, launching herself into Joel’s arms. He scoops both girls up and kiss his cheeks simultaneously, making you both laugh. 

“Thank you, girls. You always make me feel better.” He says, and they giggle.

“What about Mom?” Sam asks. He’s too big and too tall for you to pick him up anymore, but he snuggles perfectly under your arm and squeezes you tight. 

“You’re so sweet, honey. Thank you.” You say, kissing his head. 

“Are you better now?”

“So much better.” 

“Daddy, are you better?” Violet asks. Joel meets your eyes over the heads of the kids and smiles. It’s sweet and just for you, and you can’t help but smile back. 

“I’m perfect.”

[fortheloveofwonderland]

Midnight | Chapter 3 | S.R

Previous Chapter

Chapter Summary - Spencer is at a loss after leaving the BAU. You find yourself in the wrong place at the wrong time and life as you know it will never be the same again.

A/N - Chapter title from the Set it Off album “Cinematics”. Song lyrics at the end of the chapter.

Pairing - unsub! Spencer Reid / Fem! Reader

Category - dark angst | smut | very eventual happy ending

Warnings - drinking, Spencer’s rapidly declining mental health, nightmares, mentions of blood, swearing, cleaning up a crime.

WC - 4.9k

Chapter Three - Nightmare

The scraps of paper littered the bed like the world's most depressing confetti in his pathetic party for one. Ramblings of a man on the brink of destruction riddled the torn pages, manifestos of his rapidly declining brain. 

Names and crude drawings of warped human faces seemed to taunt him, coming alive from the paper and wrapping themselves around him in a blanket of evil. 

Linwood Jones.

Rico Hernandez. 

Alex Matthews.

Taylor Gardener. 

Eric Gomez.

Peter Cohen. 

And they were just ones within the District of Columbia. 

He had his bed sheet wrapped right up to his neck, pulling it close around his body like a cape and looking somewhat like a down on his luck superhero. 

It had been two weeks since he’d stormed out of the BAU and he’d only left his apartment once since to buy an obscene amount of scotch. He was down to his last bottle which meant he’d have to venture out again, but honestly, leaving the confines of this room seemed an impossible feat. 

There were days when Spencer’s bed held him hostage, the sheets working like hands keeping him firmly in place, wrapped in a straight jacket of his own mind. But it was preferable to being let loose on the world. There was something about being alone that enabled him to breathe so much easier than when he was surrounded by people. 

But as he brought the bottle to his lips and noticed it was almost half empty, he knew he had to at least make an effort to drag his sorry ass out of bed today, being sober didn’t seem like a safe option for him right now. 

Time had ceased to exist for him, his curtains pulled tightly shut so had no concept of day or night. Once his cell phone battery had died he didn’t have the impetus to charge it. It was a relief to be honest, it meant he wouldn’t have to hear it bleating every time the team tried to call or text him. 

They’d tried to visit too, JJ, Garcia, Rossi and Emily had all knocked on his door and proceeded to try and engage him by talking through the door. It was painfully similar to when he was grieving Maeve’s death only this time Garcia hadn’t left baskets full of food. 

He had nothing to say to any of them. All they’d want to do was talk him into coming back and that was something he categorically could not do. What he was going to do however, was still a mystery. 

He took another swig from the bottle before rubbing his hand aggressively against his eye. A few days ago his left eye had started to twitch, the way it had when he left prison and it was yet to stop. It was growing sore from the way in which he kept rubbing his palm against it. 

He still had PTSD from prison, maybe he always would. And it was only fuelled by the stress of wondering what the hell his next move was going to be. He couldn’t fathom thinking that far into the future. The only thing he could focus on right now was the list of names and the fact that he was rapidly running out of scotch. 

Tomorrow might be better. Some days he was completely fine, a normal functioning human being. Some days he was able to leave the clutches of the bed that held him captive so he could shower and eat. Other times he didn’t leave his bed for days at a time. 

Some days it was one step forward, five steps back. Some days Spencer wished he could cease to exist entirely, become one with the bed, close his eyes and never wake up. Today seemed like it might be one of those days. 

Sometimes it felt as though he wasn’t alone in his home, like there was evil lurking in the shadows, ready to come forth and pull him down into the darkness with them. He wasn’t sure he would have the energy to fight them if they did, maybe drowning in the abyss with his demons was how it was supposed to end for him.

Maybe it was all the faces that belonged to those names, taunting him, begging for him to do something before it was too late and they hurt more people. But how? How did he defeat these monsters that flew beneath the radar? 

A voice continued to nag him, begging him to do something for these victims who couldn’t help themselves. He had the brains, he had the resources. He had almost a complete puzzle in front of him but he was missing a key piece. 

He continued sipping his scotch while his eyes darted between the scraps of paper littering his bed. At some point he managed to free himself to use the bathroom after going hours without urinating. He kept the sheet wrapped tightly around his body as he padded through to the en-suite, relieved himself and quickly shuffled back into his bedroom. 

His brain was telling him to get back into bed but for some reason his feet kept on walking, no real destination in mind. He did that sometimes, just wandered the rooms of his apartment aimlessly, running his fingers along book spines or his chess set or the back of the couch, maybe in an attempt to keep himself tethered to a reality that was rapidly slipping away from him. 

The cracks in his psyche had become chasms, giant gaping holes in his brain in which his sanity was falling through piece by piece. The isolation didn’t help, he should reach out to someone, use them as a liftline to pull him back from this brink before he dove over the edge. He needed a light to shine through the darkness, to convince him this wasn’t the end for him before it was too late. 

But he was far too stubborn to admit he needed their help, he would rather die in a pool of his own self-destruction than ask any of them for assistance. 

He continued wandering the apartment, sinking his toes into the thick shag rug and keeping the bed sheet tightly wrapped around his body. His eyes darted around but he wasn’t looking at anything in the room, his eyes were bouncing between the names that seemed to follow him everywhere. 

The world would be a better place if those monsters were dead. Even if the cops did get their heads out of their asses and arrest them, prison would only hold them so long. Death was what they deserved. 

Oh how he would love to be the one to put an end to them, to point a gun between their eyes and pull the trigger. No, that wasn’t slow enough, death would be too fast. Maybe he could wrap his hands around their necks and squeeze until life left their demonic eyes. No, not gory enough. They deserved to shed blood. 

He found himself in his kitchen without realising he’d walked through there. The top drawer was open and his hand was reaching inside towards the back. His fingers wrapped around a handle, and he was soon withdrawing an object that had remained untouched in the back of his drawer for over a decade. 

Gideon had bestowed the antique hunting knife on him for his birthday one year, many moons again. Much like most of Gideon’s gifts, Spencer hadn’t understood why exactly his mentor would think he’d require such an item. Maybe he knew. 

Maybe even all those years ago Gideon had seen the evil within Spencer. Maybe he’d always known this was where Spencer’s road would lead him. 

The blade would make the perfect weapon to slice open the throat of a murderer or a rapist. It wouldn’t be an instant death and it would be messy. He could stand over the body of his victim while he watched them bleed to death. 

Suddenly Spencer knew what he needed to do. It all became so clear in startling clarity. It was as though a thick fog had cleared and he was finally able to see the horizon. Those people who flew under the radar, evaded capture from law enforcement deserved to die. 

And it was his job to do that. 

The list of names he’d been building up in his mind for the last two weeks were just the tip of the iceberg. There were hundreds, thousands more out there who had literally gotten away with murder. 

Not anymore. Spencer would make sure of it. He would ensure those men would never hurt another human being. It was all so fucking clear now. He couldn’t believe he hadn’t thought of this sooner. 

Spencer held the blade up to the light and saw his reflection staring back at him on the shiny metal surface. 

For the first time in months, he was smiling. 

***

“Ok if you yawn one more time, I’m going to start thinking you don’t appreciate my dazzling personality.” Luke cocked his eyebrow at you across the table as you stifled yet another yawn.

You shrugged in apology and lifted your drink to your lips, taking a hefty swig and hoping the caffeine in your vodka cola would help even a little.

“I’m sorry, I’m just tired.” 

“You still having those nightmares?” He sat forward in his chair and leant on the table with his elbows. 

It had now been three weeks since Spencer left the BAU and none of you had heard from him even once. Several members of the team had tried to go to his apartment but he was either never there or simply wouldn’t answer the door. You hadn’t tried to contact him, despite the fact it was killing you not to. And almost every night since his departure from the team, you’d been having nightmares. 

They all followed a similar pattern. You were back at the Fugitive Task Force, hunting down one of the most prolific serial killers the world had ever seen. He was wanted by multiple federal, state and local law enforcement agencies across the country and suspected of killing upwards of one hundred people. You’d received a tip off on his location and gone in pursuit alone. 

You’d traced him to a desolate cabin in the woods on the edge of a lake. It was pitch black out in the woods, leaves crunching under foot as you approached the house, firearm drawn in front of you. There was a single light emanating from inside the cabin on the second floor and it was glowing red. 

Creeping up the front steps you found the door unlocked and before you opened it, you lifted your collar and spoke into your comm system pinned to the lapel. 

“I’ve reached the house, I’m continuing in pursuit.”

“Wait for backup Y/L/N, don’t be a hero.” Luke’s voice came through the crackly speaker in your ear.

“Negative, there’s no time. If he even catches a whiff of police presence he’s fleeing again. This is our only chance.”

“Y/L/N stand down, wait for backup.” Luke hissed. 

You didn’t reply and instead you reached for the door handle and entered the old cabin. The floorboards were a little creaky and you held your breath as you cautiously traversed the first floor. 

Luke’s voice kept sounding in your ear, distracting you from your mission but you didn’t recall what he said, it was always some incoherent mumbles. As you headed towards the stairs you removed your earpiece so you could give the situation your full attention. 

The walk up the stairs was always distant, somehow you seemed to appear at the top of them with a door in front of you. Not stopping for breath you gripped the handle and entered the room. 

On the far side of the room shrouded in red light was a figure with his back to you, looking out the window. His image was hazy, as if the room were filled with smoke. 

“FBI! Put your hands where I can see them!” You screamed at him but he either didn’t hear you or ignored you. 

And then the dream always turned weird. Blood started to pour down the walls and a claret waterfall appeared between you and the unsub. It came down like torrential rain, completely obscuring them from vision. 

“FBI! You’re under arrest!” 

You felt it start to cover you, the warm, sticky substance falling heavily into your eyes, your mouth, soaking through your clothes. 

“FBI, show me your hands!” You spluttered against the onslaught of blood. 

“You can’t help me.” A voice came from the distance, oddly recognisable but you couldn’t place it. 

“I’m not here to help you, I’m here to stop you.” 

“You can’t do that either.” 

And like the Red Sea parting, so did the waterfall of blood and the unsub walked right towards you with a menacing grin on his face, covered from head to toe in blood. 

You gasped as he closed in on you, dropping your firearm on the floor in shock as he advanced. 

“There’s no helping me, Y/N. I’m too far gone.” Spencer chuckled manically seconds before he lifted the blade in his hand and suddenly drove it towards your heart. 

And that’s where you always woke up, panting and sweating and sometimes even screaming. It didn’t make any sense. You knew dreams were interpretive but what was this supposed to mean? You were worried about Spencer clearly, but surely you weren’t that concerned about him? 

You’d made the mistake of telling Luke about your nightmares, something you wished now more than ever you hadn’t disclosed to him. 

“I guess.” You shrugged. “It’s no big deal.” 

“I think it is, you look exhausted.” 

“Thanks.” You pulled a face. “It’s fine. I’m fine.” 

“You could just call him, you know? Or go to his place? It might put your mind at ease.” Luke wore his concern on his face.

“He’s made it clear he doesn’t want to see any of us. Seriously, I’ll be fine.” You downed the remains of your drink and stretched your back. “I should go home though, I am exhausted.” 

Luke nodded and finished his beer and the two of you stood from the table and gathered your things. He escorted you out of the bar and onto the street. 

“You wanna split a cab?” He asked with a smile.

“We live in opposite directions.” You chuckled. “But thanks. I think I’ll take a walk, it’s only a few blocks.” 

“It’s late, let me get you a cab.” He tried again.

“Alvez, I carry a gun. I think I’ll be ok.” You rolled your eyes, stepping closer to him and placing a kiss on his cheek. “I’ll see you Monday, assuming we don’t get called in beforehand.” 

He offered you a smile that told you he wasn’t happy about letting you walk home alone but he also knew you could handle yourself better than most people he knew. Not only could you run circles around him but you were also a force to be reckoned with in a boxing ring. He knew you were probably the last person he needed to worry about. And like you’d said, you did carry a weapon. 

“See you Monday, conejito.” He winked at you and you gave him a wave in response before turning and heading on your way. 

You enjoyed walking the streets of DC at night, especially this time of year in late spring when it was still a reasonable temperature. You kept one hand on your purse, like always, your personal firearm tucked inside just in case you ever needed it. In all the years you’d lived here you never had, but it didn’t hurt to be cautious. 

You walked on autopilot, your legs carrying you in the direction of your home for several blocks. That was until you came to a particular cross street and you halted in your tracks without meaning to do so. 

If you carried on left you’d reach your apartment in two blocks. But if you went four blocks right you would end up at a different apartment, one you’d previously spent a lot of time at, but you hadn’t visited for a while. 

You looked up and down the street, your mind fighting an internal battle. You should go home, but if you went home you would inevitably only be inviting more nightmares. 

You could just pass by his place, not even stop, just walk down the street and make sure everything seemed normal. Although, what would you class as out of place? What did you expect to find? 

Before you’d realised you’d made up your mind, you’d started walking again, in the opposite direction of your home. 

***

Spencer sat in the driver's seat of his old Volvo in the small alleyway behind his apartment building, only illuminated by the moon high in the sky. The ancient engine rumbled, vibrating his seat and echoing around the otherwise silent street. He shut the car off and suddenly the world around him became still. 

His hands gripped the steering wheel, nails grazing over the stitching in the leather. He kept his eyes trained out the windscreen on the narrow alleyway in front of him. His heart beat frantically against his chest even now. But he felt oddly at peace, a wave of euphoria rushing through his veins. 

He stayed this way for several long minutes, ensuring no one was traversing the street at this time of night. He needed privacy for what he needed to do. 

He glanced at his hands and the substance he’d inadvertently transferred from them to the steering wheel. He let go of it and reached into his pocket for the old rag which he used to wipe all around the wheel before using it to cover his dirty hand and open the car door. 

He slid out into the quiet alley and closed the door behind him before rounding the vehicle to the trunk. Using the same rag he opened it and stared down at the mess he’d made. 

The first time he’d panicked, forgetting his years of crime scene training as he’d surveyed what he done in fear of what the fuck he did next. This was the second time now and his head was clearer, he would stay calm and clean up his mess, get rid of the evidence. Getting caught was not an option. 

He would be smarter about it this time around. No need to fret himself. He’d already taken care of the hardest part and now all he needed to do was clean up after himself. 

He used the rag to wipe the residual blood off his hands, he’d worry about cleaning under his nails and all the nooks and crannies later when he was home. He slipped on a pair of latex gloves and grabbed the bottle of bleach from the corner of the before pouring ample amounts of it into the lining of his trunk. 

Using a thick bristled brush he started to scrub, not a single inch of the lining being left untouched. He spent a long time ensuring he’d gotten every little drop of blood, periodically looking up and around to make sure no one had meandered down the alley. It wasn’t a high traffic area, away from central DC. The alley was occasionally used as a shortcut by pedestrians but he wasn’t too worried. 

Once he’d finished scrubbing the lining he poured a little more bleach onto a clean rag which he used to wipe down the lip of the trunk and all the metal insides. 

His clothes were still filthy, he’d take care of them once he was home. It was only an old t-shirt and jeans, he wasn’t stupid enough to ruin his nice suits. He’d strip down, toss everything into a garbage bag and dispose of them alongside his gloves, cleaning rags and shoe covers in the morning. 

He finished cleaning the trunk and deposited his cleaning supplies in a bag along with the latex gloves before closing it. As he turned to get back in the car, a set of wide eyes stared right at him. 

He froze in place, fully aware of the blood stained t-shirt he wore on display. The eyes blinked a few times at him, legs stumbling backwards a little in fear. 

He took a few calming breaths, quickly trying to ascertain a plan, a way to talk himself out of this. But a bloodstained t-shirt coupled with the knife in his waistband which would have been visible from behind, certainly looked incriminating. 

He held his hands up as if in surrender, not daring to step any closer for fear of making his company flee before he had a chance to try and work his way out of this situation. 

“It’s not what it looks like.” He tried to insist. “Let me explain.” 

But he’d barely gotten his sentence out before you were turning on your heels and running. 

***

Normally you would not be so stupid as to take a shortcut down a dark alley at night but you did have a gun, and it would make the journey to Spencer’s a lot faster. 

Little did you know you would soon live to regret this decision. 

Clutching your purse close to you, you turned off the main street and started up the alley that ran between two blocks of apartments, one being Spencer’s. 

You spotted the little old car parked about halfway up almost as soon as you entered the street but didn’t think much of it. Maybe if it hadn’t been dark you would have recognised it sooner. 

The engine was idling but as you started down the alley it cut it out and soon someone was exiting the vehicle. You found yourself ducking into a doorway, out of sight, not particularly wanting to find yourself in a dark alley with a stranger. You held your bag tighter, ready to grab the gun shielded inside at a moment's notice. 

You heard footsteps in the otherwise silent street and then heard a trunk opening. For a few seconds you didn’t hear much of anything but then a strange sound met your ears. 

Brushing? Scrubbing? Is someone cleaning? 

You swallowed thickly, thinking there could be only one good reason someone was cleaning the trunk of their car at night, off of the main road.

Shit. Shit. What the fuck do I do? 

You tried to calm yourself, reminding yourself you were a damn FBI agent and this really shouldn’t phase you. You could apprehend them, you kept some snap cuffs in your purse. 

Don’t get ahead of yourself. There could be a perfectly reasonable explanation. 

You forced yourself to creep out of the doorway, not drawing your weapon just yet, and slowly and quietly headed closer. 

They had their back to you, leaning over inside the trunk but you could tell they were male, tall and slim. The scrubbing sound continued for a while and you stepped closer. It was too late by the time you spotted the knife tucked into his waistband. 

Soon you heard the rustling of a plastic bag and what sounded suspiciously like latex gloves being removed. Your heart raced in your chest as the man shut the trunk and stood back to his full height. 

You would recognise that messy mop of curly hair anywhere, even from behind. You stopped walking, physically unable to take another step once the realisation set it. 

And then Spencer turned and his eyes landed straight on you. 

Your eyes immediately fell to the blood soaked shirt he wore and your stomach coiled into knots as the pieces slotted themselves into place. He stared at you for a few moments before he raised his hands in surrender. 

“It’s not what it looks like.” He croaked out. “Let me explain.” 

But you didn’t hear him out. Despite your years of FBI training, your fight or flight response took over. And your brain chose flight.

You turned back down the alley and started running as fast as your legs would carry you. You could hear your heart beating in your ears but you could also make out the sound of footsteps chasing after you. 

“Y/N! Come back! I can explain!” His voice carried after you but you didn’t stop, if anything you quickened your pace. 

Luke had always been in awe of how fast you could run. Conejito, that’s what he called you. And if there was ever a time you needed to run like the wind, it was now. 

Maybe it was the fear slowing you down, or maybe Spencer was quicker than you expected, but you didn’t even reach the end of the alleyway before he caught up with you. 

You smelt the metallic blood seconds before a set of arms were wrapping around your torso and a hand was clamping over your mouth to stop you from screaming. 

He grabbed you and shoved you against a wall, pressing his body into your back to cage you in. He was panting from the exertion, but you were just trying to figure out a way to reach for your gun. 

“You’ve got to let me explain.” He spoke into the side of your face. “What you saw…it wasn’t what you saw.” 

You tried to talk back, tried to scream but your sounds were muffled against his hand. He pressed you firmly against the wall and you felt his hand that wasn’t on your mouth scrabbling behind you. And you knew exactly what he was doing. 

You felt him open your purse and seconds later he withdrew your firearm and tucked into his waistband with the knife. 

“You won’t be needing that.” He spoke again. “Look, you’re going to come with me ok? We’re going to go up to my apartment and we’re going to talk. We can either do it the easy way or the hard way.” 

You’d been in situations like this before, more times than you could count. You knew your best chance at survival, your best chance of apprehending an unsub was to do as they said with little resistance. 

You nodded your head against his hand and that seemed to be enough for him as he stepped back a little, but wrapped his hand tightly around your wrist. He slowly removed his hand from your mouth and turned you around. 

His eyes bore into you, waiting to see if you might scream or not but you knew better. You stayed silent and eventually he started walking back up the alley, dragging you by the wrist with him. 

As you walked you couldn’t help but think back to all those nightmares that had plagued you since Spencer’s departure from the BAU. They’d seemed so unrealistic, just a twisted amalgamation of your worry for Spencer. But now it didn’t seem so far-fetched. 

Spencer hadn’t been the same since prison, that much you all knew. But it seemed as though it had awoken a monster inside of him, and now you were trapped in a new nightmare, one you may never be able to escape from. 

They're coming, creeping from the corner,

And all I know is that I don't feel safe.

I feel the tapping on my shoulder,

I turn around in an alarming state.

But am I losing my mind? I really think so,

Not a creature in sight,

But, what you don't know.

Is that my breathing gets faster and so does my heartbeat,

I wish this was over, I wish that this was a dream but,

I created a monster, a hell within my head.

With nowhere to go, I'm out on my own,

Oh, I'm so scared.

I created a monster, a beast inside my brain.

With nowhere to go, I'm out on my own,

My mind impaired.

Awake me from my nightmare.

Wait, something doesn't feel right (feel right),

No, something seems wrong (wrong).

And I've been feeling this way (oh, that's too bad),

For far too long.

As my vision gets blurred, my skin's getting colder,

Appearing young, while I'm growing older.

I collapse to the floor and scream,

"Can anybody save me from myself?"

I created a monster, a hell within my head.

With nowhere to go, I'm out on my own,

Oh, I'm so scared.

I created a monster, a beast inside my brain.

With nowhere to go, I'm out on my own,

My mind impaired.

Awake me from my nightmare.

Walking to the ledge, I find myself looking down,

Frozen still with fear, now I'm plunging to the ground.

If only I knew how to fly,

Then I could convince myself this isn't my time to die.

Instead, I'm rocketing faster and faster,

I dive-bomb to the floor.

And when my body crashes to the pavement,

I'm right back where I was before.

I created a monster, a hell within my head.

With nowhere to go, I'm out on my own,

Oh, I'm so scared.

I created a monster, a hell within my head.

With nowhere to go, I'm out on my own,

Oh, I'm so scared, no, whoa.

I created a monster, a beast inside my brain.

With nowhere to go, I'm out on my own,

My mind impaired.

Awake me from my nightmare (I'm so scared).

Awake me from my nightmare (I'm so scared).

Awake me from my nightmare (I'm so scared).

Awake me from my nightmare (I'm so scared).

Awake me from my nightmare.

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౨ৎ CONCEPTS MASTERLIST

౨ৎ OUTER BANKS

→ john b routledge. / jj maybank. / sarah cameron. / kiara carrera. / pope heyward. / cleo anderson. / rafe cameron. / topper thornton. / barry. / kelce. / ward cameron.

౨ৎ THE VAMPIRE DIARIES UNIVERSE

→ damon salvatore. / stefan salvatore. / elena gilbert. / caroline forbes. / bonnie bennett. / katherine pierce. / jeremy gilbert. / klaus mikaelson. / elijah mikaelson. / kol mikaelson. / rebekah mikaelson. / marcel gerard. / kai parker. / tyler lockwood.

౨ৎ FIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDY'S

→ william afton. / michael afton. / henry emily. / mike schmidt. / vanessa shelly.

౨ৎ STRANGER THINGS

→ steve harrington. / eddie munson. / billy hargrove. / nancy wheeler. / robin buckley. / jonathan byers. / chrissy cunningham. / jim hopper. / dmitiri antonov.

౨ৎ EUPHORIA

→ rue bennett. / maddy perez. / cassie howard. / nate jacobs. / lexi howard. / kat hernandez. / jules vaughn. / fezco.

౨ৎ SUPERNATURAL

→ dean winchester. / sam winchester.

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Lovergirls Request list 🤍

Outer Banks

“Just give me that John D already 😫”

John B Routledge

JJ Maybank

Pope Heyward

Sarah Cameron

Topper Thorton

Criminal Minds

“This is calm and it’s doctor 😜”

Dr. Spencer Reid

Derek Morgan

Aaron Hotchner

Emily Prentiss

Euphoria

“Nate Jacobs daddy likes to fuck little kids 😀”

Rue Bennett

Maddy Perez

N*te Jacobs

Fezco

Ethan

Kat Hernandez

C*ssie Howard

Lexi Howard

Eliott

J*les Vaughn

Harry Potter

“Kill us faster? Oh now I can relax! 😍”

Harry Potter

Ron Weasley

Hermione Granger

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Draco Malfoy

Cedric Diggory

Luna Lovegood

Sirius Black

Remus Lupin

Marvel

“You did not see that coming? 😘”

Loki

Thor

Tony Stark

Natasha Romanoff

Wanda Maximoff

Pietro Maximoff

Scream

“My mom and dad are going to be so mad at meee 😖”

Stu Macher

Billy Loomis

Mickey Alteri

Randy Meeks

Roman Bridger

Charlie Walker

Kirby Reed

Jill Roberts

Tara Carpenter

Ethan Landry

Chad Meeks-Martin

Mindy Meeks-Martin

Friends (Added)

“Im hopeless and awkward and desperate for love! 😁”

Chandler Bing

Joey Tribbiani

Ross Geller

Rachel Greene

Monica Geller

Phoebe Buffay

Miscellaneous

“Name me one person i murdered! 🤨”

Shameless

Lip Gallagher

Fiona Gallagher

Carl Gallagher

Kevin Ball (mostly platonic)

Joker

Ledger

Leto

Phoenix

JJK

Satoru Gojo

Kento Nanami

Bullet Train

Tangerine

Lemon

Ladybug

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Smut on this page is very rare bc im terrible at writing it only angst and fluff

All characters are of age unless said otherwise

There will always be warnings in the beginning

Please do not copy any work reblog is ok

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Intro <3

Hey!! My name's Maxine (Max for short, she/they). I’m new to writing so I'm just gonna list off the fandoms I’m in and the characters I write for! :)

Current works <3

OBX-

JJ Maybank x fem!reader

MHA-

Explosive Love (Bakugo x Reader)

Fandoms/characters <3

OBX-

JJ Maybank

Kiara Carrera

John B Routledge

Pope Heyward

Cleo Anderson

Rafe Cameron

Sarah Cameron

Stranger Things-

(Smut accepted for the following characters)

Eddie Munson

Robin Buckley

Steve Harrington

Nancy Wheeler

(Non-smut, no I will not write them aged up weirdo)

Maxine Mayfield

Mike Wheeler

Lucas Sinclair

Dustin Henderson

El Hopper

Will Byers

SBG-

Taylor Hernandez

Tyler Hernandez

Ashlyn Banner

Aiden Clark

Ben Clark

Logan Fields

MHA-

Katsuki Bakugo

Izuku Midorya

Shoto Todoroki

Enji Kirishima

Denki Kaminari

Mina Ashido

Ochako Uraraka

Kyoka Jiro

IT-

Richie Tozier

Eddie Kaspbrak

Beverly Marsh

Stanley Uris

Bill Denbrough

Mike Hanlon

Ben Hanscom

Bowers gang (all except Patrick, im sorry)

Bottoms-

Hazel Callahan

Isabelle

Josie

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APPLICATION.

( michael cimino, male, he/him ). welcome to westworld, SEBASTIAN ‘BASH’ AMATO. you have been programmed to look like you are TWENTY-FOUR years old, and to operate as a PICKPOCKET in the park. you have a bit of a reputation as the ARTFUL DODGER, and are programmed to be PLAYFUL and ADAPTABLE, but also RECKLESS and NEEDY. sometimes, people say you remind them of JJ MAYBANK (OUTER BANKS), HUCKLEBERRY FINN (ADVENTURES OF HUCKLEBERRY FINN), TIM RIGGINS (FRIDAY NIGHT LIGHTS). if you had to describe yourself in a few words, it would be “STUPID THINGS HAVE GOOD OUTCOMES ALL THE TIME. I WANNA LIVE NOT JUST SURVIVE.” it is rumoured that you – A HOMELESS VAGABOND WHOSE MOTHER GAVE HIM TO THE RANCH AS A TEENAGER TO PAY OFF A DEBT WHERE HE WORKED FOR AWHILE THEN RAN AWAY. HE HAS BEEN TAKEN UNDER THE WING OF AN OUTLAW WHO IS THE CLOSEST THING HE’S EVER HAD TO A PARENT. A CRAFTY PERSON WHO COMMITS MINOR CRIMES, DEFTLY EVADES OBSTACLES AND THE LAW, IS CONSTANTLY COMING UP WITH WAYS TO GET OUT OF DIFFICULT SITUATIONS CAUSED BY RECKLESS ADVENTURES AND THE IMPULSIVE (ALSO CONSTANT) NEED TO HAVE A GOOD TIME. we hope you can entertain the guests!

GENERAL.

full name: sebastian gabriel amato

nicknames: bash, zebby, baz

gender / pronouns: cis male, he/him

age / birthday: twenty-four, dec 2nd

orientation: pansexual

occupation: pickpocket

location: sweetwater

faceclaim: michael cimino

strengths: funny, clever, adaptable, playful, adventurous

weaknesses: reckless, needy, impulsive, rebellious, obnoxious

character inspo: jj maybank (outer banks), carl gallagher (shameless), huckleberry finn, tim riggins (friday night lights), jasper fahey (shadow & bone), jesse pinkman (breaking bad), jayne cobb (firefly), charlie kelly (always sunny), aladdin (aladdin)

pinterest: coming soon

playlist: coming soon

BIOGRAPHY.

programmed originally to be the child of one of the working families on the ranch, reprogrammed later after several accidents in which his parents, him, and/or the ranch was wiped out and he was given a new narrative in the current storyline which has been consistent several years or more now.

born to a poor family, bash doesn't remember either of his parents very well. he was sold to the ranch at a young age to pay off a debt where they raised him up to work for them.

bash wasn't too keen on sticking around the ranch as he got older, not a fan of the constant monotonous work day in and day out even though they provided decent food and shelter.

at a young age he ran off and ended up on the streets of sweetwater, doing whatever he could to survive day to day by pickpocketing guests and residents and committing other petty crimes.

he was taken under the wing of an outlaw who is the closest thing to a parent he's ever known and is incredibly loyal to them

they have a close friendship with another pickpocket who they grew up with and have remained best friends with as long as they can remember.

QUICK CONNECTIONS.

friends, they can be hosts, employees, guests you name it

crushes and people he flirts with

people who've caught him or turned him in for stealing

those he's stole from

regular guests who like to go on adventures

those he annoys for the fun of it all

rivals either in law or crime or personality

HEADCANONS.

is best friends with the other pickpocket josie, they spent a lot of years together and often work together to bring in more loot - they have a special spot they meet up if they ever get seperated

when he first got to the ranch it was matteo hernandez that took it upon himself to look after him in an effort to give him some stability, later lux joined in - after he died and lux disappeared, bash ran off, unwilling to stay there on his own and not knowing how to process the emotions that came with those events

has a special place he meets up with lux as often as they can

doesn't like to sleep alone and is scared of the dark but he'd never admit either out loud

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Revenge is Sweet - Chapter One

Emily briefs the team on their new case and shows them a video which Spencer and Harley find all too familiar.

Word Count: 1,535

Warnings for this chapter: torture, blood, drugs, weapons, stabbing, beating, murder, language (damn this is worse than I thought)

Series Masterlist | Prologue | Next Chapter

“Ok everyone, this is a bad one,” Emily said when the team had settled around the round table. From Emily’s solemn expression everyone could tell they were in for a tough case.

“Last night the body of Assistant Director Oscar Hernandez was found in a graveyard by a couple of teenagers. He had been tortured and murdered,” Garcia began, clicking her remote so gruesome photos of the victim appeared on the screen.

Harley and Spencer remained poker faced, although their heartrates increased at the sight of their handiwork.

“Wait, you mean Assistant Director of the FBI Oscar Hernandez?” Alvez asked.

“Uh huh,” Garcia said, sitting down and handing over to Emily.

“Now, because Assistant Director Hernandez is such a prominent member of the FBI we already have the ME report.” Emily lifted the stack of files in front of her and handed everyone a copy.

Spencer and Harley quickly skimmed through the report. They exchanged a knowing look, remembering how it felt to inflict each wound they read about.

The team were silent until JJ gasped. “Oh God, look at the cause of death.”

Spencer looked to the bottom of the report, already knowing what he’d find.

Cause of death: Dilaudid overdose.

When Spencer lifted his eyes from the report he saw every one of his teammates looking at him sympathetically. Even Harley was doing a pretty convincing job of acting surprised.

“Are you sure you want to work this case, Reid?” Rossi asked. “We’ll all understand if you want to sit this one out.”

“No, it’s alright. I’m over all that now,” Spencer lied.

Everyone nodded but Spencer could still feel a few concerned eyes on him.

“It’s classic torture,” Tara said, getting back on track. “This person is obviously a sadist.”

“Actually, it’s not a person. It’s people,” Garcia corrected. “Two people to be exact.”

“How do we know this?” Matt asked.

“This was found in the Assistant Director’s pocket,” Emily answered, holding up an old tape. “They recorded the entire thing and left it there for us to find.”

“And this is where I’m going to leave you guys,” Garcia said, scrambling to pick up her bag. “I’ve already watched this once and I do not plan on watching it again.”

Emily waited for Garcia to exit the room before she hit another button on the remote. On the screen there appeared a scene which only two of the teammates recognised. Harley leaned forward and rested her elbows on the table, trying her best to look as nonchalant as possible. Spencer kept his eyes on his files in an attempt to hide his guilty expression.

The walls were metal, grey and rusting. Some of the corners even had what looked like mould growing in them. The room was dimly lit by a flickering light which hung haphazardly above a table. The contents of the table made the team understand why Penelope didn’t want to watch the video again. Knives, baseball bats, needles and vials filled with some kind of transparent liquid lay neatly on the wooden surface. But the worst image on the screen was the body of the Assistant Director, his eyes wide with terror. He sat bound by the wrists and ankles to a chair. Blood trickled from a wound on his head. He struggled frantically to free himself, but was having no such luck.

About ten seconds into the video a dark silhouette walked into frame from the corner of the room. It was clear from her figure that she was female, but that was just about all the team could deduce about her. She wore a long red buttoned up coat and black boots that came all the way up to her knees. The black gloves and ski mask that she wore ensured no identifiable features could be seen.

She made her way towards the table of weapons and waited for a moment, as though she were pondering which instrument of torture she should use. Eventually, she picked up a large knife and then turned and gestured to someone off camera. Within seconds another figure walked into frame.

This one was definitely a male. He was taller than the female unsub but wore the same gloves and ski mask. His red shirt was buttoned all the way and was tucked into black suit pants. He walked over to his counterpart and picked up a baseball bat with no hesitation.

Then, both unsubs turned around and walked towards the camera and, for the first time, they spoke.

“Hello, agents,” the male unsub said. His voice was distorted, making it unrecognisable. “By now you’ve obviously found Assistant Director Hernandez’s body.”

Hernandez whimpered behind them, realising his death was inevitable.

“And we thought, it just wouldn’t be fair to have all this fun with no one to witness it,” the other unsub said manically. “So, please, sit back and enjoy our moment of payback.”

The unsubs turned their attention to the Assistant Director. His screams were muffled by the gag in his mouth as they drew nearer, weapons in hand.

“After you, darling,” the woman said, motioning for her partner to begin the horrific act. He obliged and swung the baseball bat behind his head before bringing it down on the victim’s ribs. He slumped over and screamed in pain. Tears fell from his glazed over eyes and he struggled to catch a breath.

“Now you know what it feels like, you bastard,” the taller figure said with a calm voice.

The shorter of the two, however, wasn’t as cool headed. She knelt in front of Hernandez and held her face only inches from his. Hernandez shut his eyes and turned his face away from her.

“Don’t you dare shut your eyes,” the unsub shouted, brandishing her knife in his face. “Shit like this happens every fucking day and all you have to do is read about it on a report. But this time you’re going to witness it. You’re going to see exactly what goes on while you sit in your fancy office profiting off of other people’s suffering.”

She pulled the knife down his left arm, leaving a trail of blood as she went. Hernandez squirmed but there was nothing he could do.

She got up from her knees and allowed the male unsub to have another swing. He lined up the baseball bat and this time brought it down on the Assistant Director’s leg. An excruciating crack echoed throughout the room. Hernandez sobbed, almost blacking out from the pain. He whimpered ‘please stop’ but it came out as incoherent whines through the gag in his mouth.

“Wow, nice one baby,” the more manic unsub laughed giddily.

The male unsub didn’t reply but he intimately touched her arm before stepping away from the tortured man.

The female unsub once again approached Hernandez and knelt down to meet his face. She leaned on his now shattered leg, putting agonizing pressure on it. Hernandez breathed erratically, unable to bear the pain.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Does that hurt?” the woman asked sarcastically. Hernandez nodded. “Good,” she said darkly. “Maybe now you understand why we’re doing this.”

She ran her finger gently along the blade of her knife, as though she was considering what to do next. Then, suddenly and quickly, she thrust the knife into Hernandez’s abdomen. He doubled over in agony. The unsub twisted the knife slowly, dragging out his pain for as long as possible.

Eventually she got up again, chuckling to herself. The knife was still wedged into Hernandez’s stomach as he started to cough up blood.

“Ok, I think he’s had enough,” the male unsub said. He walked over to the table of weapons and picked up a needle and a vial. He efficiently filled the needle with the clear liquid, that the team now realised was Dilaudid, and flicked it to get rid of the air bubbles. “Now we need to give him something that’s going to make it all better.”

The woman watched eagerly as the man rolled up the Assistant Director’s sleeve. He took a piece of material from his pocket and tied it around Hernandez’s upper arm. The victim whimpered uncontrollably as he came closer to the end.

“That’s what they always say,” the unsub continued. “‘This will make it all better.’ But guess what? It doesn’t.” He carefully inserted the needle into Hernandez’s arm. “All it does is bring you more pain.” He slowly released the drug into Hernandez’s arm. It coursed through his veins and for a brief moment he felt relief. He felt his pain dissipate. Until there came a new pain. His heart began to burn and beat faster than he thought possible. He began sweating and slowly slipped from consciousness. He went limp in the chair he was bound to. And then he was gone.

The male unsub moved away from the now dead body, set the needle and vial back on the table and grabbed the hand of the other unsub. Together, they walked towards the camera and stared deep into the lens.

“This is only the beginning,” the masked man said before reaching behind the camera and cutting the feed, causing the screen to plunge into darkness.