#jj is literally her son; HE is her child

[hatosaur]

why do yall feel compelled to give ellie a biological child. why do you insist on writing ellie to have a more traditional lifestyle. immunity be damned, why is it not enough for some of yall that a lesbian can just not do those fuckin things.

[writeplace-wrongtime]

Before the Bet

First of all, thank you to everyone who interacted with The Bet. Seeing reblogs, likes and comments literally made my week, I appreciate all of you!

It also boosted my motivation, so I'm back with a 5+1 prequel to the bet - It can be read standalone as well, but if you haven't read The Bet, check it out here!

This was meant to be like 2000 words max but here we are.

masterlist coming soon

Word Count: 5k~

CW// mentions of blood/fainting, stabbing, arrest, hospitals, mentions of child kidnapping/death, use of y/n, not beta'd

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5 times reader and Hotch hid their relationship + 1 time they didn't need to

5

The BAU rarely had quiet days. Whenever they cropped up, it meant hours of catching up on paperwork and emails, and even more so it meant getting to goof around the office without the usual level of urgency. In short, quiet days were nice.

You had spent the morning sorting through all the files in, on, or around your desk, hoping to clear up some space for the files that would surely start piling up again in the coming weeks. Old case files were sorted into one file to be moved to the proper storage rooms, while newer files were sorted according to date and case number, until you had an oldest-newest pile to work through in the afternoon.

Occasionally on quiet days, Aaron would offer to buy everyone coffee, and Emily and Derek would fight over who got to go pick it up. Today, was not one of those days. JJ and Henry had brought little Henry in for a visit, and with them came fresh muffins and cakes from the bakery near their house. A little after noon, you decided it was the perfect time for a cheap office-coffee refill, and a quiet time to sneak an extra muffin back to your desk.

The kitchen was quiet, with most of the office either holding off until lunch, or already sorted after their coffee break a couple hours earlier. You had just topped up the instant coffee when the door creaked open. You didn’t look up until a hand ghosted your lower back, and the sleeve of Aaron’s suit reached your peripheral vision. He leaned against the countertop, somewhere between beside and behind you, and you turned to face him. There was a smile on his lips, but a crinkle on his forehead where he’d previously been frowning at paperwork.

‘Coffee?’ He just nodded as you reached past him to grab his usual “no.1 Dad” mug Spencer and JJ had bought him one Christmas as a gag gift. You filled the two mugs, enjoying the closeness you often missed out on during work hours.

‘Dinner,’ He spoke suddenly, catching your attention, ‘Us, we should get dinner.’

You had had many dates over the 2 months since your relationship with Aaron had started, but every time he directly asked you out, whether to dinner or a movie, he always seemed unsure of himself.

‘You asking me on a date, sir?’ You teased, leaning against the counter in a perfect mirror of his position. He laughed, a quiet breathy sound that sent butterflies to your stomach.

‘Trying to, yes.’ Your smile grew.

‘Dinner sounds lovely, Aaron,’ Your voice had become quieter, but no less audible to him as you leaned fractionally closer. ‘Jack was telling me about the restaurant you went to last week, the one that had the dinosaur colouring sheets?’

He nodded thoughtfully as you slid his coffee towards him. He took a sip, before leaving the mug back down on the counter. ‘They had a great selection of colours,’ He said with a fond smile. You loved hearing him speak about Jack; the obvious pride displayed across his face whenever his son came into the conversation.

You were just about to ask if he’d kept the coloured sheet when the door’s squeaky hinges creaked loudly, and you jumped apart. Emily stood at the door’s entrance, eyebrows raised at the scene before her. Aaron looked between you and her, moving another step back as subtly as he could.

‘Thanks, uh, that eyelash has been bothering me all morning!’ You blurted out, voice just slightly too loud. You brought your hand to your face, wiping at the phantom eyelash as if to remove it. With a little more distance now between you, you were able to steady your beating heart. When Aaron made no move to leave, you picked up your own coffee, added a touch of cold water, and made a beeline for the door. You rolled your eyes at Emily as you passed, pointedly not looking at the kissy face she made when Aaron had turned back to the sink. Emily moved further into the kitchen then, but Aaron was already heading for the door, eyes following you as you sat back down at your desk with a muffin he hadn't even seen you grab.

‘Hey Hotch?’ He paused at the door, turning to see Emily with his coffee mug in hand, holding it out as if to offer it to him, ‘You forget something?’ There was an obvious teasing lilt to her tone, but he chose to ignore it, hoping he would be back in his office before the scarlet tint reached his cheeks. He wasn’t. He opted to instead hide his face behind the rim of the mug, taking a sip of the hot coffee. With one last glance towards your desk, he disappeared back into his office, and if anyone noticed the door shut a little faster than normal, no one mentioned it.

4

The knock on his office door alerted Aaron to your early morning arrival. He was used to being the first to the office, especially when the cases were stacking up like they were now. Since your relationship had started 4 months ago, you had taken to bringing him coffee on such days. He appreciated it.

‘Morning, handsome.’ You had a sleepy smile on your face as you stepped into the office. In your hands you carried two coffee cups. While you hadn’t spent the night at Aaron’s apartment, you knew he would be up early and in the office at a ridiculous hour. Where there was work to be done, he was always nearby. His shoulders visibly relaxed as you placed the coffees in front of him.

‘I don’t know what I’d do without you,’ He sighed, an equally tired smile on his own face. The hands of his watch ticked loudly in the otherwise quiet office, and a quick glance showed it was nearly half seven. You weren’t due in until 9. Hands now free, you pulled a chair closer, settling into it before picking back up your own coffee. You reached out and plucked a file from the desk.

‘A problem shared is a problem halved!’ You argued when he raised his eyebrows at you. The usual accompanying frown was absent, so you knew he wasn’t really annoyed at the intrusion, nor the cheesy proverb.  

‘Not when half of the problems are confidential.’ You rolled your eyes but conceded. The file was returned to the pile, and you moved to stand. ‘But the company would be appreciated.’

Your attempt to hide your smile was terrible. You blamed your tiredness. Aaron appreciated this time with you. Early enough that there was no worry about anyone seeing the fondness in his expression while you told him about your adventures in cooking the evening before, or the lovestruck smile on your face when he took your hand in his, pressing a kiss to your knuckles before returning to the file in front of him, fingers still intertwined with yours.

Well, no one except David Rossi. David who had come into work early to enjoy the peace of organising himself for the day before everyone else arrived. David who quietly closed his office door to allow you what little time together you could get at the office.

3

Weekends off were rare. So, when they came around, everyone celebrated. Team-bonding nights out had become more regular since Emily’s return from “death”. Friday nights before a weekend off were almost always spent together at a bar, club, or occasionally Rossi’s house for impromptu cooking lessons. Penelope and Emily often took turns trying to wing-man for you, and even JJ joined in after a couple drinks. Usually, you used the excuse of wanting to enjoy their company, but occasionally you called an early night to get a break from their incessant need to insert themselves into your sex-life. If you’d been single, you probably would’ve appreciated it. But you weren’t.

The previous night had been one of those early nights. Aaron hadn’t come out with everyone, insisting he needed to finish up some reports and to go on without him. As much as you’d enjoyed the few hours out with your team, you’d decided early in the night that once you’d had three drinks, you were going to go back to Aaron’s apartment and enjoy the rest of the evening with him. It wasn’t often that you had the apartment to yourselves on a Friday night, but Jessica had offered to have Jack for a sleepover. You wanted to make the most of it.

To wake up naturally, no blaring alarm clock or ringing phone, was a blessing. The room was lit by dim light behind closed curtains, and the only sounds were that of birds outside and the quiet snoring of Aaron behind you. His arm was draped over your waist, keeping you warm where his bare skin touched yours. Slow mornings were good mornings. You rolled in his arms until you were facing him, tracing the outline of his face with your eyes. He really was the most handsome man you’d ever seen. It was something you reminded him often.

‘Morning,’ His voice, though usually deep, was always deeper in the mornings, sending shivers down your spine. Your eyes met his half-open ones, and you leaned in to press a kiss to his lips. The only thing you loved more than spending the night with Aaron, was waking up to him the next morning. He chased your lips as you leaned back, swallowing your laugh as he caught them with his. Large hands encircled your waist, pulling you impossibly closer.

Swinging a leg over his waist, you manoeuvred yourself over him without breaking the kiss, earning a groan as you rolled your hips languidly down on his. His lips broke away from yours, only to reattach further down your neck, wandering hands moving up and under your pyjama top in their search for skin. You buried your fingers in his hair, tugging gently as his hips rose to meet yours. Moving one hand to the back of your neck, the other around your back, Aaron flipped you, positioning himself on top of you. He kept his weight off you with one arm, which lay next to your head while the other resumed its journey up your side towards your chest. He took a moment to look down at you, appreciating the view below him before he returned his lips to the expanse of untouched skin below your collarbone.

Your hands were half-way to tugging at his shirt when the loud ring of his phone broke you apart. Your eyes stayed closed, a sigh leaving you as he rolled over and off you to grab the device off the side table.

‘Hello?’ His voice was still breathy as he picked up the call, but you could tell instantly it was a work call as his voice became stern and serious. He was on the call for barely thirty seconds before you realised what a work call at 9am on a Saturday meant for you both. ‘Of course. I’ll be there soon.’

The disappointment at your ruined weekend plans was evident on your face. Aaron was already sitting up, stretching out sleep-sore muscles and trying to get the blood circulating back around his entire body. You opened your mouth to try and persuade him to lie back down, just for five more minutes, when your own phone rang. You didn’t need to see the caller ID to know it was Penelope, the unique ringtone she’d set for herself playing loud and clear.

‘Please god let this be a social call.’ There were nicer ways to answer the phone; you didn’t care to use one.

‘I hate being the bearer of bad news, but they found a body in Monogahela national forest, and its not looking pretty,’ Penelope said, an apologetic tone to her normally cheery voice, ‘But don’t worry my love, our resident Boy Genius promised to bring coffees and pastries for everyone.’

‘He’s really earning that genius title,’ You laughed, turning your head slightly to get a better view of Aaron, who was pulling dress pants out of the wardrobe and searching for a tie to match the shirt he’d already laid out at the foot of the bed. He held up two options when he saw you looking. It was very domestic, and you felt all the more disappointed that in one short hour, you’d be back to pretending you hadn’t spent the night - and start of the morning - between the sheets with him. Back to pretending that you weren’t planning to spend the weekend helping Jack bake cookies and cakes for his schools bake sale on Monday, and going for a run with Aaron before you tried to recreate one of Dave’s pasta recipes for dinner with Jack and Jessica. Back to pretending he was just your boss.

You looked away, trying to focus back on Penelope’s words as she explained the flight times and what you needed to add to your go bag. You were glad you’d put your spare overnight bag into the boot of Aarons car.

‘Fuck!’

Yours eyes widened at the sudden exclamation, head whipping back around to see Aaron holding his foot. You barely had time to deduce that he’d stubbed his toe before Penelope’s voice was screaming through the receiver at you.

‘OH MY GOD! Was that a man???’ You were at a loss for words, trying to come up with a reasonable explanation. Thankfully, Penelope had no interest in waiting for your response. ‘I thought you went home early, you sly fox!’

‘Listen Pen, I have to go,’ You said quickly, ‘See you soon!’

You pulled the phone away from your ear, her threats of finding out all the details later cut off as you hung up. There was a moment of silence, before you burst out laughing, clutching your stomach tightly. Aaron’s laugh followed yours seconds later, both of you revelling in the ridiculousness of the situation. Seven months of secrets and it was nearly all revealed over a stubbed toe. By the time the laughter had subsided, Aaron had sat back down next to you. You leaned into him, pressing a kiss to his exposed collarbone.

‘You know she’s gonna quiz me about this the entire flight, right?’

2

Cases involving children were always hard. After a week of searching and profiling and praying, the team had identified and located the unsub. Five missing children over six months. The latest victim, a young girl kidnapped from the local fair, had been the missing piece of the puzzle that led you to the unsub, but the team had been too late, arriving in time to catch the unsub wrapping her body for disposal. The arrest had been horrible, but sitting with JJ while she informed the victim’s parents was even worse.

By the end of the day, you were completely and utterly drained. You wanted to be back in your own bed, in your own apartment, not in a stuffy hotel room overthinking every decision you had made. Those parents wanted their little girl back. You tried to push the thought from your mind. After nearly an hour in the vicious hell of your own company, you dragged yourself off the bed, and down the hallway to the room you knew Aaron had. You had never been more grateful for the increased hotel budget allowing the team individual rooms on this case.

He was quick to answer the door, still in his suit, though his tie hung undone around his neck. He looked roughly how you felt.  His frown deepened when he saw you, standing with your arms around your torso, eyes red and puffy.

‘Come here,’ he said, already reaching out for you. No more words were needed as he wrapped you up in his embrace, holding you against him. The door swung shut behind you as he guided you further into the room. It was identical to yours, with a double bed in the centre, a small coffee machine and mug on the edge of a small desk, and a door leading into a small bathroom.  Unlike yours, most of Aaron’s belongings had been packed away into his overnight bag, gun and badge sitting on top of the open bag.

‘I hate cases like this,’ you whispered into his neck, letting the repetitive motion of his hand rubbing your back soothe you.

‘I know, so do I.’

You stood together in the middle of the room for a long time before you pulled back. Not far enough to be out of Aaron’s arms, but enough that you could look at him. His brow was furrowed as he met your gaze, face all full of worry and exhaustion. You reached up, running your thumb along his brow to soften the expression, smoothing out the lines. He leaned into your touch. Catching your wrist in his hand, he peppered kisses along the inside of it, following the line all the way to your palm. It was methodical, kisses following the vein as far as they could.

You looped the fingers of your free hand into the loop of his tie, pulling him to you until your lips met his. The kiss wasn’t rushed, or hungry. It was soft and gentle, anchoring you to the present, and away from the past two days. When he pulled back, he let his forehead rest against yours, eyes still closed. It was the moment of calm you had been hoping for since you’d first arrived. It wouldn’t solve all your problems, or take away all the guilt you felt, but it could keep them from overwhelming you entirely. After a minute, you opened your eyes.

‘I really should head back, my bags not going to pack itself, and I do not want to be stuck here any longer than I have to be,’ you said, stepping out of his space with much difficulty. You wanted to stay, borrow his shirt to sleep in and worry about everything else tomorrow, but your flight was early, and you really didn’t want to be rushing to get packed before take-off.

‘I’ll be here if you need me,’ He voice was almost hoarse with how soft he spoke, pulling you back in for one last kiss. You turned then, and left the room, pulling the door shut behind you. You still felt horrible, but the heavy weight on your chest had eased off. That was all you could hope for tonight.

‘Isn’t that Hotch’s room?’ You froze like a deer in headlights outside the door as Spencer’s voice reached your ears. You turned to look at him over your shoulder, hoping he wouldn’t notice the panic-stricken expression on your face.

‘Uh, yeah,’ You forced out, ‘Yeah he uh- you see, my shower wasn’t working.’ Your brain felt fried, but the excuse wasn’t the worst you’d come up with over the previous nine months. ‘He let me us his. Shower.’ Spencer blinked at you, and for a frighteningly long minute, he said nothing.

‘That’s nice of him,’ He said finally, lips curling into a half-smile, ‘Hey, Emily, Derek and I were going to go down to the bar for a drink, if you want to come?’

‘Sounds great, Spence,’ You mirrored his smile, ‘I need to pack, so I’ll meet you down there?’ He nodded, and with that he disappeared down the hall, and you took a deep breath. You’d have to tell them eventually, but not tonight. Not tonight.

You wouldn’t realise until days later that your hair had been completely dry, you had no towels with you, and your excuse had been ridiculously transparent.

1

You knew it was a bad idea to sit next to Aaron on the flight back, but it had been a tough case, and you couldn’t help but yearn for his comfort. Even though it had been short, everyone seemed to be feeling it. With Derek passed out across the couch, and Emily and Spencer focused on their game of cards, there hadn’t been much stopping you gingerly leaning closer to the warmth radiating from the man next to you. He acknowledged your careful closeness by letting the free hand not occupied by the case report drop to rest on your knee under the table.

The coffee you’d made for yourself after boarding had only increased your adrenaline crash, and you could feel your eyelids drooping even as you fought to keep them open. It was a losing battle. The soft material of Aaron’s shirt made contact with your cheek as you leaned against his shoulder. The muscles beneath you tensed, but not enough to wake you from the sleep that had taken over quite rapidly.

Aaron glanced down at you before back up at the rest of the team. JJ was nowhere to be seen, probably in the small airplane kitchen, and the others seemed to be otherwise occupied. When he was sure no one was paying any attention to your little corner of the plane, he allowed himself to relax. It was a needed comfort after the weeks work. His thumb drew soft circles on your thigh, and for the first time all week, he closed the case file and his eyes. Just a minute of peace, that’s all he needed.

The minute ended rather abruptly when the hushed voices of Emily and JJ reached his ears. He stubbornly kept his eyes shut.

‘Think he’d let the rest of his drool on his shoulder like that?’ Emily’s voice was just about audible, the teasing grin on her face clear in his mind even without seeing it. He thought about waking you, pretending it was all just tiredness, and moving on like there weren’t four pairs of eyes on you both. But he couldn’t. Not when your body curved toward him, unaware of its unconscious betrayal. Your hair tickled where it brushed against his neck.

Instead, he opened his eyes slowly, giving the onlookers a chance to turn away. They didn’t need to know he’d heard them. He didn’t need to know they would be continuing this conversation shortly after the plane landed. Dave, who sat across the row from Aaron, hid his smirk with his coffee mug, returning his focus to his book. With one last soft look in your direction (which didn’t go unnoticed by Emily and Spencer), Aaron picked up the case file and got back to work.

+1

‘Fuck.’ You were bent at the middle, hands on your knees for support as you tried to catch a breath. Derek and one of the uniformed officers were already hauling the unsub off towards a police cruiser. A second uniformed officer was searching the area for the weapon, which had been lost in the scuffle. You brushed off Emily’s concern, promising her you were just winded. Straightening up, you swallowed a wince as your hands ached to go to your stinging side. ‘Just, just need to sit for a minute.’

‘We’ll take care of everything here, why don’t you go with Reid, get checked out by the paramedics?’ You blinked rapidly as you tried to focus back on her words.

‘I’m okay, Em, really,’ Your chest felt like it was on fire with every breath you took, but you forced a reassuring smile. She didn’t look reassured. ‘Fine, mom, I’ll get checked when Reid’s done.’

Emily’s concerned look didn’t fade, but she nodded, and you turned back towards the line of black SUVs. Once she had moved off to help make a perimeter around the scene, you slowly walked back to them. Thankfully, the lights and sirens had since been switched off. You pulled yourself into the passenger seat, trying to pretend it didn’t hurt so much. You couldn’t be weak in front of your team. You’d gotten a shock, that’s all. You were fine.

 A wave of tiredness crashed over you as soon as you sat down, leaning forward to balance yourself against the dash. You weren’t catching your breath, instead finding it harder and harder to fill your lungs. A few more minutes, that’s all you needed. You tried desperately to convince yourself the words were true, but as another breath burned its way down your trachea, panic started to set in. All too suddenly, your FBI vest felt too tight, your arms heavy as you tried to tear it off. With a lot of activity, you managed to get it loosened, but as soon as the pressure was released, your head started to spin rapidly. You closed your eyes tightly, trying to dispel the feeling, but within seconds, a darkness had swallowed you.

It could’ve been seconds, minutes, or hours before a sliver of consciousness crept back into your body. There was a noise to your left, and you dazedly tried to turn your head, but it wouldn’t move. You tried to focus on the window in front of you, but your vision was swimming. Feeling wobbly, you tried to push yourself up straighter, tried to turn and move, and then there was a warm hand on your shoulder, pushing you gently back against the seat.

‘Stay still.’ The words were commanding, but the voice was laced with worry. ‘The paramedics are almost here.’ And then, more distant as if the owner of the voice had moved away from you, he yelled, ‘Where are the medics?!’

You didn’t remember much after that, holding onto the voice as you drifted in and out of consciousness. Aaron remembered the whole journey too clearly. Guilt crept through him, worsening the longer it took to reach the hospital. He was sent to the waiting room while you were rushed into surgery. With an abundance of time, and a lack of answers, all he could do was replay the scene in his mind over and over and over again.

The arrest was meant to be easy. With no victims in the house, and no wives or kids in the picture to be used as hostages, it should’ve been easy to disarm the suspect and bring him into custody. Instead, he had let you just close enough to him to grab you and press a small knife against your side. You’d let your guard down when he’d given up so easily. You should’ve known better. It was a tense negotiation, the point of the blade piercing the material of your vest as JJ spoke to the man, Derek sneaking slowly behind him.

As soon as the unsub was fully distracted by JJ, Derek had moved in. Tackling the unsub to the ground had knocked you down with them, your head hitting the ground with a thump. The knife went skittering off as the man’s arm collided with the ground, but with Derek’s knee against his back and arms pressing down on his shoulders, he quickly lost the fight.

Aaron wanted to rush to you, to gather you in his arms and not let you go, but the captain of the police department had already turned his attention to the growing crowd of journalists and bystanders trying to get closer to get the full story. Emily had already gone to you, so with an unconscious scowl, Aaron turned and followed the captain towards the tape.  

It wasn’t long before he was joined by JJ and Dave, as the trio attempted to subdue the now impatient journalists and horrified neighbours.

‘Hotch!’ Emily’s voice carried over the commotion to reach his ears. He turned to watch her as she weaved through the crowd of officers to reach him. Dave glanced at them, before redirecting the journalists in front of them onto another question, leaving Aaron the gap he needed to step back.

‘What’s wrong?’ He didn’t wait for her to come to a stop, the concerned look on her face clueing him into the fact something was amiss.

‘Its y/n.’ Aaron swore in that moment his heart stopped beating. ‘They promised they’d get checked out by the medics, but Reid said they haven’t been anywhere near the ambulances.’

A quick glance over his shoulder showed JJ and Dave gaining control of the mob, and he nodded to Emily, already striding away from the mass of bodies. She was quick to follow. Taking the lead, she headed back towards the SUVs, where she assumed you must’ve gone. She hadn’t seen you when she passed, but it had been a quick pass.

Aaron himself nearly missed your figure through the tinted windows, slumped down in the seat. His heart stopped for a second time that day.

‘Get a medic!’ It was his voice yelling out, but it sounded distant, even to his own ears. With the door flung open, he put his hand on your shoulder and shook. Your head lolled with the motion, but your eyes fought to open. You were alive. Feeling resistance under his fingers, he gently pushed you back against the seat, eyes scanning your figure trying to find the damage. ‘Stay still,’ He tried to keep his voice steady and calm, swallowing the lump in his throat as a trail of red caught his attention. The bottom of your vest was torn and a shaded darker than the rest, a small red trail leaking out from underneath onto your white shirt. Carefully manoeuvring you to a position where he had better access, he pressed down hard against the dark spot.

‘The paramedics are almost here.’ He couldn’t tell if you could still hear him, your eyelids fluttering rapidly. He leaned out of the car as far as he could without lessening the pressure, ‘Where are the medics?!’

He could see two people in high vis jackets approaching quickly, Emily leading the way. Two big bags and a stretcher was carried between the two, and it was only mere seconds before they were ushering him back and out of their way so they could assess the damage.

Whatever they decided, it wasn’t good. They removed your vest, and shirt, and by the amount of packing being shoved back into one of the bags, the bleeding wasn’t slowing. If he wasn’t so panicked, Aaron would’ve appreciated how efficiently they worked. It was only five minutes before you were being packed into the back of the ambulance. Dave had been left in charge at the scene, with instructions to come to the hospital as soon as everything was cleared at the scene and the precinct.

The paramedic in the back with Aaron – Thomas, as he’d introduced himself – busied himself with taking sets of vitals every 5 minutes, monitoring the pressure bandages around your abdomen, and ensuring the flow of oxygen was at a steady level. All the while, he tried to keep Aaron clued into what was happening for every step.

By the time they’d reached the hospital, you had a sickly pallor. You were rushed immediately into an emergency theatre. Once the doors closed in front of him, it took every ounce of strength to carry his body to the waiting room. He sat for what felt like days, before a nurse came to find him. In reality it had been an intensive two-hour surgery, and a thankfully uneventful recovery. On route to your room, he was given the news that everything had gone smoothly. Luck had been on your side, and the wound had missed everything important. It had only barely nicked a large vein, which had caused the large bleed, but had been easy to fix. It would be at least six weeks of desk duty, but you would recover.

Sitting at your bedside, Aaron gripped your hand in his, careful not to squeeze too hard. He was positive you’d hit him if you felt he was treating you as if you were fragile, but until you woke up, he would take that chance. With the adrenaline dropping and the relief flooding in, all he could do was hold on and not let go. After 40 minutes of watching for signs of you waking up, Aaron could feel his eyelids dropping. He didn’t try keep them open, instead shuffling the chair closer to the edge of the bed. You would be there when he woke, as he would be when you woke.

Which you did, just over an hour later. Aaron was still asleep, and you were careful not to wake him. If it took you getting stabbed to get him a few extra hours of sleep, you were making damn sure he got all he could. A nurse came into the room shortly after you woke, and Aaron slept through the check-up. It was your turn to watch him. Admiring the calm in his sleepy features, and gently squeezing the hand still clutching yours. The nurse had let you know he’d been there from the second he'd been allowed in the room. You didn’t need to hear the words. You knew he loved you.

‘You can see them now.’

It had been a longer wait for the rest of the team, who’d arrived shortly after Aaron had left the waiting room. Together they stood and followed the nurse down the hallway into a quieter section of the hospital. Through the open door, they could see you, attached to tubes and wires, but eyes open and sitting up. Next to you was Aaron. The spare visitors seat had been pulled as close to the bed as possible, and that’s where he sat. He was clearly asleep, given the closed eyes and steady breaths. He was leaned slightly towards you, head tilted down. With his sleeves rolled to his elbows, his tie loose around his neck, and his hair in disarray, he looked about as unkempt as the team had ever seen him. But he also looked calm. His usually furrowed brow was relaxed, and his lips forwent their usual downturn in exchange for a slightly parted straight line. Your thumb absentmindedly smoothed over the skin of his knuckles, and you smiled fondly at his sleeping figure. It was sickeningly obvious from your expression that you had so much love for him.

When you finally felt eyes on you, you looked up to see four eager faces greeting you just outside your door. The fond smile on your face only got fonder as they quietly piled into the room. The noise woke Aaron, who’s eyes immediately found yours. Pulling your joined hands up, he pressed his lips to the back of your hand, before straightening up in the seat. He didn’t drop your hand.

Surrounded by your family, you couldn’t help but think that really, you were going to be just fine.

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[watchyourmouthorgetslapped]

Spoilers for Outer Banks Season 4

I will never forgive the writers for how they butchered Pope's character arc this season. He is my favorite character and I relate to him so much as a Black person who was expected to be the perfect student and child. I always thought he had the best character development out of all the pogues (you can't tell me s1 Pope and s4, part 1 Pope are the same person). However, part 2 was literal character regression. He threw away his college plans just to be a felon and murderer (the only person I would have been ok with him killing is Rafe). It's like after everything he's been though (being hate-crimed by a cokehead, his family's inheritance being stolen, etc.), he still couldn't catch a break. Also the fact that they dropped the ball on bisexual Pope will forever piss me off because that could have been great Black queer representation that we usually don't see in mainstream media. He's so queer-coded to me and I don't care he deserved to be in a bisexual love triangle between a pretty Black girl (Cleo) and a cute white boy (JJ).

Cleo's character arc this season was also lackluster. We still don't know much about her backstory and the revenge for Terrance plot line was half-baked. Cleo didn't even get to kill Lightner. I thought that Cleo was going to let the revenge consume her to the point where she distances herself from Pope and the rest of the pogues (they didn't even try to support her like they should have imo). Instead the so called "distance" (because that shit only lasted 5 minutes) was because Pope was being forced to sign up for the marines. Like why do the female characters' plot lines always have to revolve around their male love interests? (I also hated that plot because it threw away Heyward and Pope's development as father and son).

Pope and Cleo as a couple were great because their chemistry is on point, but their individual character arcs suffered. Which is why I always say if you're going to have Black characters in your media, hire Black writers!

[quitealotofsodapop]

Btw you know that October Media project "Monkey King and JJ" thats in media Diyu rn based on "Monkey King: Hero Is Back"?

I legit had a dream last night that the plot was set in motion by Sun Wukong/Dasheng, after losing Liuer at the end of the film; asking the gods + the buddha for a way to save his monk son-figure.

But they cannot. Jiang Liuer is merely the 9th in the lives of the Golden Cicada.

The Monkey King doesnt take this response well.

He returns to Huaguoshan, only to find his people and kingdom decimated by the fires of Heaven.

In his dispair, he prays for a way to revive both his island, and his dear friend.

The Universe answers.

...and may have broken some dimensional barriers.

Dasheng wakes up with his head-throbbing, and with his whole island seemingly teleported to a new era, a new universe even. He and his subjects (+Pigsy, Silly Girl, and Sifu Fa Ming) are freaking tf out.

The monkey demon is about to fly off the handle looking for answers, when who meets him at the shore but Guanyin themself?

That bodhisattva explains that Dasheng's combined wish was so powerful - it literally changed the universe. Something about killing an aspect of primordial chaos glitched out the world something fierce.

Sun Wukong is a legend in this world - bordering on fictional. Huaguoshan is an island paradise for primate demons of all kinds, led by a council made up of his dear Stalwarts in his absence.

Many of his old allies are still alive - wondering where how the king's time under the mountain was?

So what does that mean for Liuer?

Dasheng follows clues from a familar old monk to the monastery's orphanage - where a much more familar little boy looks up at the monkey demon with awe.

This new, strange world will get some getting used to for the Great Sage and his companions. And certain aspects of The Journey are still destined to play out...

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My idea for Hib's LEM/Six Eared Macaque ("Zhanshi") appeared in the dream, and her first act upon seeing her husband Dasheng again was to introduce him to their newborn child - who conviently waited for his father to get home before being born/hatching. XD

[dalekofchaos]

The problem with Rey choosing to rebuild the Jedi Order and take the Skywalker name

When I look back on Rey's journey throughout the trilogy is that it's apparent to me that she really doesn't show a desire to be a Jedi.

In The Force Awakens, Rey wanted to find her family, she is mesmerized by so much green in the galaxy and ultimately protecting her friends.

In The Last Jedi she wanted to find her place in the story and bring Ben back to the light. Rey ultimately comes to terms with the fact that she wasn't born into any powerful bloodlines and made peace with her family being gone. Rey forged her own heroine's path and it worked.

In the Rise of Skywalker, Rey goes back to the same hairstyle she had since she was a child and the same outfit in TFA, but in white, it's like all the growth from the last movie never happened. Rey's motivation is whatever the plot demanded it to be. She wants to "earn" Luke's Lightsaber(fuck you JJ) and she wants the Jedi to be with her. Now it's a plot convenience to stop the bad guys. And she's in killmode everytime she sees Ben. Now the uplifting message that she's not related to anyone is gone, she's related to the literal Satan of the Star Wars universe. Now she wants to kill Palpatine out of revenge. Now she has this new found reverence for "Master Skywalker" when it was never there to begin with. It's only because of Ben's redemption that she doesn't strike Palpatine in anger. Ben dies, Rey goes to the literal tomb of the Skywalkers and symbol of the family's misery, buries the sabers and takes their name.

TROS absolutely destroyed Rey’s characterization. In a way that’s kind of mind blowing actually. She’s definitely meant to be a parallel character to Luke, but Rian purposely wrote it to subvert fan expectations. A lot of people probably saw the story trajectory following the OG trilogy after TFA, which had a very similar vibe to ANH. However while both Luke and Rey start out as mysterious nobodies, Luke very much did not want to be Vader’s son. His curse was being the son of this monster, and finding out the truth about his lineage. Meanwhile, for Rey, it’s literally the exact opposite. She wants desperately to be apart of something. Kylo points out her weakness perfectly in TLJ- “Your parents threw you like garbage… But you can't stop needing them. It is your greatest weakness. You're looking for them everywhere… in Han Solo… now in Skywalker.” Rey wanted to apart of something bigger than herself to belong. While Luke’s hero’s journey started by accepting his parentage, Rey should’ve begun by accepting that she alone was enough, and she deserved a place in this story for her own merits.

TROS absolutely dismantles this by having Rey discover she’s actually related to the big bad (just like Luke), which somehow earns her a place at the table. Except unlike Luke, who had 3 films prior to truly hate/come to terms with Vader, Rey meets Palpatine in the very last movie, and he essentially becomes a villain-of-the-week or a Marvel villain of sorts. There’s no build up. Rey’s powers suddenly need to be “explained” to the audience, via her lineage, and it’s horrendous because the message of the prior films showed that anyone can have the force. Also Rey suddenly having an attachment to Luke or the Jedi order makes no sense from her character’s perspective. It feels as if Rey is supposed to represent the audience, and her worship of Luke is reminiscent of how fans (who’ve had 47 years of Star Wars fandom prior) should feel about him. But Rey as an individual, as a character, should not view Luke in this way. They did not get along in TLJ, and in the long run, his impact on her was very minimal. And by clinging to past ideas, it just shows Kylo Ren/Ben Solo was right. She can’t stop needing parental figures to feel loved/belonged. She needs to carry that torch.

Now Rey is expected to be this Jedi Master 15 years later.

Here's the problem. Rey has never shown a desire to be a Jedi. It's just something that was necessary to become. They never explored what Rey wanted.

“People keep telling me they know me. No one does” neither did JJ Abrams or DLF, apparently.

To me, Rey's desires were to have a family, to live on a green planet and to live in peace with Ben, her other half. While Ben's story should have been actually completing what Anakin. Saving the one he loved and starting a family.

Ben died and so instead of giving what Rey wanted, she's given what JJ Abrams and DLF wanted, a Jedi's life of duty instead of a desire of love and family.

Now it feels like Rey is going to be like they ended things the way they did so Rey could succeed leading a Jedi Order where Luke failed and to me, that's boring, might as well just say Rey is going to become Legends Luke.

For me, personally, the more interesting story moving forward would be having Rey go darker. Completely subverting fan expectations, but I know Disney won’t do this. However, based on how TROS ended off, I think it could be an interesting way of continuing the story and re-gaining interest from fans who’ve become bored with the same formula.

Just imagine. Rey founded a new Jedi Order, but Rey isn't happy. She thought this is what she wanted, but it isn't. She does her best to mask her feelings from her students and fellow Jedi Council members, but deep down she knows what she wanted is long gone. "But what if he can come back" she thought to herself. she grows darker and starts committing dark acts to bring Ben back. If she condemned herself to the dark side, so be it. If her own Jedi Order turns against her, so be it. She throws away the Skywalker name and leaves the past behind her. She will find Kylo's helmet, wears his sweater and take his title. The force took her other half, so Rey will rip apart the force to bring him back.

Sources

TROS Concept Art

Pablo Ruiz

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[misscrawfords]

So I'm on S02 of Fringe now and I'm having some thoughts about JJ Abrams. I know that JJ Abrams has done a lot so I'm not trying to come to any full hypothesis about him or probably say anything new about him because I know people have written a lot about him and his love of mystery boxes and ability to set up mysteries and not follow through on them. I'm no expert. And I along with many others feel real betrayal and frustration at him over The Rise of Skywalker. But the thing is, I absolutely love Fringe and Alias. They are two of my favourite shows ever and I'm currently finding rewatching Fringe massively comforting in ways I'm just starting to unpick. (I think it's something to with the fact that it's very much pre-social media, pre-conspiracy theories actually impacting real world politics to the extent they do now. It feels like a more innocent time.)

Alias and Fringe are really similar in many ways and it makes me wonder what the SW sequel trilogy might have looked like if JJ Abrams could have produced it as a TV show instead of a movie trilogy. I'm willing to bet it would have worked a lot better.

Things Alias and Fringe have in common:

Genuinely strong, well-developed, fun, intelligent, three-dimensional heroine who carries the story - Sydney Bristow and Olivia Dunham are really awesome protagonists and I struggle to name more modern heroines in TV who are a more successful blend of interesting, human and aspirational (they're both way more special and exciting and skinny and conventionally attractive than me!). They're descendants of Buffy Summers and genuinely such good characters. It's so refreshing to have sci-fi and mystery and spy thriller series with female protagonists, even now.

Said female protagonist is Special. Yes, they're good at their job but over the course of the series it becomes increasingly clear that they have actual supernatural special powers and their very existence is linked to the overarching mystery. They really are chosen ones.

Father figures are essential and the father/child relationship is arguably the central relationship in the show. Jack Bristow as Sydney's father, Arvin Sloane as her pseudo-father/mentor in Alias, Walter Bishop as Peter's father being the very centre of the plot in Fringe and his quasi-paternal relationship to Olivia as well.

Speaking of fathers, these shows really are about one specific very weird and messed up family creating problems for everyone else. The Bristows really punch above their weight in the Alias universe and the Bishop family, specially Walter's love for his son and his consequent actions, are responsible for the literal plot of Fringe. The number of people working with family members or investigating them when really these are all kinds of an HR nightmare seem to be normal in JJ Abrams' world. Nothing is random but all connected and family and blood is everything.

He seems to really like a plot involving shape-shifers where someone kills the heroine's loved one and steals their face as a way of infiltrating their organisation. Francie in Alias, Charlie in Fringe.

Secret organisations with fanatical beliefs and people with too much power and knowledge committing to them in a way that is understandable but also horrifying and leads to terrible, terroristic consequences are the central villains.

Against the odds, the heroines have happy endings with their long-time love interest and a child.

Judging from the above, JJ Abrams should have been perfect to take on Star Wars, a dysfunctional family saga about fathers and sons in which the adherents to a strange set of mystical beliefs cause insurmountable problems, especially one where the heroine is a skinny plucky girl who develops super powers.

I wonder how JJ Abrams' SW show might have gone if he could have developed all his ideas in slow burn over 5 seasons with 20 episodes each, and the racist, misogynist, backward looking fandom weren't a thing. I'm not trying to excuse the mess that was TROS at all, but I just think he has a history of executing these kinds of stories so much better!

For example, of course JJ Abrams would make Rey a Palpatine. This is giving her a heritage and making family and blood the central theme just as it is in both of the above shows. But instead of the ludicrous "Somehow Palpatine returned", this is the sort of plot that could have been built up and revealed so much more effectively over a season of a TV show. It could in fact have worked really well, as could Rey's reaction and sense of betrayal. Something this massive is really hard to pull off in one movie. And if that had been the plan all along then it should have been sign-posted clearly from TFA. A TV show would also allow more scope to flesh out Rey and Ben's dyad in the Force thing and develop their special abilities.

I wonder whether in the context of a longer running TV show that could have developed Ben's redemption further he would have given Rey and Ben a happy ending. To have her alone without her love interest and without a child is the anomaly here. The ending many Reylos actually wanted where Rey and Ben were free of the war and living in some kind of peaceful exile with their family actually would fit Abrams' MO more based off these two shows.

I'm curious to know how he'd do the shape-shifting and betrayal thing. Maybe the other way round with Finn returning to the First Order as a Stormtrooper to lead a rebellion? Or would one of the Rebellion be proved to be working for Palpatine? Who knows.

Would Snoke and Palpatine be given more time to flesh out their motivations? While I love that Snoke was ultimately not that important and Palpatine was ridiculous, it could have been interesting to give one of the old-man-villains the treatment of an Arvin Sloane who is such a completely fascinating and compelling villain. Arvin Sloane in space playing Snoke's role and showing more of his relationship with Ben/Kylo would be really fascinating. Ditto Ben's relationships with Luke and Han. (SO MANY FATHER FIGURES!) And Rey's relationships to both of them too.

Anyway, this is all just meandering thoughts and speculation based off a tiny amount of JJ Abrams' work but I find it interesting and a little sad to imagine what the ST could have been like with more time to breathe and none of the Culture Wars.

[abbysimsfun]

Sims In Bloom: Generation 2 Pt. 29 (Pregnant Again?!)

When Spencer and Everett's dog, JJ, fell ill, they trusted no one more than Heather to care for him. So Spencer made the long trek from Oasis Springs to Brindleton Bay while Everett stayed home to take care of their son, Greyson.

Once Heather had worked her skills and cured JJ's sickness, she invited Spencer to her place to get caught up. "I'm heading back to Selvadorada soon," said Spencer. "I can't wait to start this dig!"

"I'm a little jealous! I miss the jungle, but even a sick pet is easier to deal with than a swarm of plasma bats!"

"I'm all stocked up on repellent! Now that Greyson's a little older and eating solid foods I can think about spending time away from him. It's a little scary, but I've needed a work trip like this for so long."

"I know what you mean. Ash still needs me for everything, but the daycare is a great help."

"Malcolm hasn't stepped up at all, huh?"

Heather curled her lip in disgust. "Who? I haven't heard from any Malcolm since I was six months pregnant."

"I'm sorry."

"I'm not. If this is what Malcolm wants, it's better for Ash not to know him. He's such a sweet baby, and every time he smiles at me I feel like a superhero."

Ash was cooing away in a sunny mood when they picked him up from daycare. Spencer smiled at the infant with brown hair and green eyes. "Despite everything, you and Malcolm made a very cute kid."

"Baaaa!" The women laughed as Ash attempted to make conversation.

Heather let her son watch the world from his playmat while she and Spencer chatted about Greyson's milestones. "He's really clingy, but he clings more to Everett than me. I think he sees me as the parent who makes him eat his veggies and practice the alphabet, and Everett is 'fun guitar dad' who does all the voices when he reads him bedtime stories."

"Greyson should have both. You and Everett are a great team."

"And we've worked hard to be! It's not easy, but we started counseling recently, and we came to a decision about growing our family. We want to hire a surrogate."

Heather was surprised. "You were so sure you just wanted one kid."

"Even if I could be, I don't want to be pregnant again. And I'm not a baby person, but I'd run through a brick wall for Greyson. I enjoy being a mother, even if I'm the sort of mom most Mommy and Me groups would shun, but we both want Greyson to have a sibling."

"Why surrogacy? If you can't have children, would the baby even be yours?"

"The baby will biologically be Everett's and I'll choose the mother. That's our deal."

"How do you decide something like that?"

"I did have one idea. Everett supported it, but...I thought of you."

"Me?!"

"You loved being pregnant. I know you and Everett had feelings. In counseling he told me you kissed again when you found out you were pregnant. We discussed it for a while. I wouldn't find it strange to raise a kid who was biologically yours, if you'd even agree to such a thing."

"I'd do anything to support you two. I'd be honoured to help you grow your family, but are you sure it wouldn't be easier to raise a child with a stranger's DNA? What if the kid turns out to be a romantic mess like me?"

"And what if they turn out to be a badass business owner who saves lives and can switch out suppliers without getting sued by the Landgraabs?"

With Spencer's affirmation, Heather agreed to be their surrogate. "But I really advise against letting any of your kids get tangled up with the Landgraabs."

When Ash was just a year old, the Pancakes returned to Brindleton Bay for Heather's successful insemination. Heather really did enjoy being pregnant, but the Pancakes visited throughout her pregnancy, helping with Ash and taking her to her appointments.

But even as she bonded with the growing baby inside her, she knew in her heart his mother was Spencer. ->

<- Previous Chapter | Gen 2 Start | Gen 1 Summary | Gen 1 Start

NOTE: I know, I know, this is such a stretch and if I were Spencer I'd pick literally ANYBODY ELSE, but originally I had planned for Everett to offer to be her sperm donor when she had a science baby (per the Gen 2 rules), until they acted up when Heather found out she was pregnant with Ash.

They've all been friends since they were five years old (Everett and Heather since they were about 2), so they definitely have a lifelong bond, but I was mad enough at Heather and Everett for almost woohooing autonomously that I made them decide to be just friends and changed course. But I am a sick simmer who loves to play with genetics and I really wanted to see what would happen with Everett and Heather. Will Bob's genes win, or Neal's? (Bob genes are super strong but playing this legacy for 2 generations has shown me Neal's genes are pretty strong, too!)

I wanted to include a science baby storyline in this generation but with a twist on the suggested plot for the official rules because Heather being a messy romantic versus anti-romantic and single for life felt more her after all the pining for Everett since high school. I considered having Spencer and Everett adopt, which feels like the actual right choice, but but but playing with genetics!!

I also really wanted to try out the surrogacy feature on Lumpinou's RPO mod even though I'm playing as the surrogate, not the mother, which isn't recommended. BUT it went fine except I have six-day pregnancies on long lifespan set through MCCC - a year is about 8 sim days - and the mod is only 3. On top of that, as soon as I clicked it, Heather was pregnant, first trimester. It was instant, so it all went as quickly as this whiplash post suggests!

[kissorkill16]

Fill My Empty Heart: A Hello Neighbor Fanfic

By JJ

Summary: After Mya's death, Aaron commits suicide. Mr. Peterson, desperate to have a family again, kidnaps the depressed and heartbroken child across the street, Nicky Roth.

Chapter 9

Trinity slammed the door to her room in anger.

"We need a plan.", she said to her friends. "Mr. Peterson literally faked Nicky's suicide note just to kidnap him. We've gotta put our heads together and come up with a plan."

Maritza had her head in her hands, "I don't get it.", she said, "Why would Mr. Peterson kidnap Nicky?"

Ivan shrugged, "Who knows? All we know is that we have to save him, we have to do something, we have to tell someone!", he said. "We should tell the police!"

"We could, and we should, but the police are still looking for Nicky's body. They still think he jumped off a bridge, so there's no way they'd listen to us.", said Enzo, "They'd want more proof than just a fake note."

"But we gotta tell someone. We -"

Just then, Mr. Bales knocked on the door and came in. "Trinity, Mr. Esposito and Ms. Torre are here. Your friends have to go."

Trinity smiled and nodded at her dad, "Okay, Dad. They'll be right down."

Mr. Bales left and closed the door on his way out.

Trinity turned back to her friends, "No adults allowed. We'll save Nicky ourselves and Mr. Peterson is going to pay for scaring us and basically everyone in this damn town.", she said. "We'll meet again tomorrow to discuss the plan. Okay?"

Everyone nodded, then they were out the door.

Trinity flopped on her bed, shutting her eyes and sighing deeply. "We'll save you, Nicky. I promise."

Meanwhile, Nicky was just waking up. His head felt heavy, his legs felt like sticks, and he was sure that he was seeing double again.

As he tried to open his eyes, he looked all around the room and noticed that he was in bed...

Again...

Mr. Peterson drugged him again...

Just then, the door opened. "Oh, you're awake.", said a familiar voice. "I didn't think you'd ever wake up after that."

Nicky threw the blanket off his body and tried to stand up, but fell to his knees. "Mr -...Dad, what happened?"

"Well, you tried going outside after I told you not to. You had one of the keys and tried to unlock the front door, but luckily, I got to you in time before you could do anything.", said Mr. Peterson.

The man stepped forward to Nicky, "But none of that matters right now.", he said in a deep voice, "You tricked me and tried to leave me, Nicky. I'm sorry, darling, but I can't let such actions go unpunished."

At that point, Nicky didn't care that he still felt like a stick figure. He just stood up and snapped at his crazy kidnapper. "Stop calling me pet names! I'm not your son, I'm not part of your family, and I never will be okay?! You're just fucking crazy because your real family is dead!"

Mr. Peterson balled his hands into fists and gritted his teeth, still looking down at Nicky. "You know what? I was going to go easy on you just this once, but you just want to be a brat.", he growled.

Nicky backed up against the wall, curling up and hugging his knees. Mr. Peterson leaned down, still not breaking eye contact.

"I'm going to leave you here. You're not allowed to leave this room for the rest of the day.", he said. And with that, he stood up, walked out of the room, closed the door, and locked it behind him.

It was at that moment that Nicky broke out of his frightened trance and ran to the door, banging on it and trying to wiggle the doorknob.

"HEY! LET ME OUT!", he screamed. "LET ME OUT OF THIS STUPID ROOM OR I'LL...I'll..."

Who was Nicky kidding? He couldn't do anything. He was stuck in here, no escape in sight.

He walked back to the bed and fell backwards onto it, staring at the ceiling.

He thought his friends were his last hope of getting out of here, and then he'd finally be free from Mr. Peterson's fantasy land.

"Please save me, guys.", he whispered.

[mariailoveyou-guerin]

forgot how much this show and this plot pisses me off more like wdym slit the money for the gold and cross that’s literally his why would he split it and those yt people showed their yt a88 bc the fact they think they could even say it the audacity! pope family gold if this

plot ain’t fixed in s4 part2 (or s5 the pates will never escape me)where pope gets it all back and not a single one of them getting a dime from any of it bc it’s all pope and if they even ask or demand literally six feet under I’m so serious like I’ll never ask JJ to give his

Family🏝️ if he sold it to share with them like he would bc that’s jj but not fam heirloom or any of the treasure except for pope bc he found it for him but everything belongs to JJ just like pope gold/cross is his! the only thing pogues can share is the dorado gold which is fair

forgot how little Cleo is in s2 like why haven’t I seen her it’s been 3 episodes where my girl at why was I so sure she was in every episode her pope really stole that bc I was convinced they known each from ep2 of s2 I’m ep7 🔜and aint seen her in long while same bs in s3😔!

yeah need this show gone in 2025 bc the amount of crazy psycho cracker*s obsessed with pope is insane why are all these grown men this obsessed with a child? Rafe Barry (topper same age) this one,free my son from that he11 hole! why would u see him around

is this the girl they expect us to believe is in love with JJ in s3-4 sure 😂 she belittles undermines and calls him dvmb for 2 szns but all of sudden she’s in love with him sure that make sense? Not shockingly not me 😂 no one thought you could come up with it such plan kie miss screams 25/8 murderer blames others JJ only

[navree]

What do you think of Jaehaerys the old?

I'm mixed on Jaehaerys, actually. Unlike most other people in my corner of ASOIAF/HOTD fandom, I'm actually not that anti Targ ("they're colonizers" white on white crime doesn't bother me in any way whatsoever and also the Targs won that round fair and square and if you use that rhetoric I better be seeing essays on Nymeria the colonist given that the Rhoynar were much more of a traditional colonial force in Dorne to the point where they feel mildly analogous to the pilgrims and also it's all fictional and not real so who cares). So my issues with ole JJ are more about the kind of person he was than just being a Targaryen king.

I'm willing to give him props. For one, he had a hard early life, beyond becoming king quite young, the entire reason he was king at all was because both of his brothers were gruesomely killed by his bloodthirsty and psychopathic uncle, and his mother and sisters were at various points prisoners of Maegor and Visenya, and at one point he was a prisoner of Visenya himself before she died and he was able to flee with Alyssa and Alysanne. It's why I'm more lenient than most on his anger at Saera following her scandal, because while it's scummy that he's angry at her for exploring her sexuality in a way he never would have been if this was one of his sons (but also for being a bitch towards his fool that was the main instigating thing before it went off the rails), Saera responding to that with "I should get three husbands because Maegor had six wives" to someone whose older brothers were 1) eaten by Maegor's dragon and 2) tortured to death by Maegor's people on Maegor's orders because Maegor was angry at Jaehaerys (having a relative die due to your actions is always going to be an emotional mindfuck, it's why Louis Philippe makes me so sad) is monumentally stupid, I'm not surprised that he was incredibly furious that she'd be so callous about Maegor after everything Maegor put him through. I also think that Jaehaerys was a genuinely good administrator, along with being an excellent politician (say what you want about it but the Doctrine of Exceptionalism was a stroke of genius), and I have a soft spot for good politicians and rulers who are actually good at their jobs and are actually capable of and interesting in governance, not just Being The King. Jaehaerys was, in fact, able to bring stability and prosperity to the realm, he did basically instill a pax Targaryeana that likely would have lasted a really long time if his successor wasn't an idiot. And as someone who maintains that birthright monarchy is a scam, I'm fine with Jaehaerys making the decision of his succession the most democratic version of power transferal Westeros has ever seen (just wish it hadn't been so sexist).

Because yeah, my main issue with Jaehaerys is his appalling sexism. He treated nearly all of the women in his life pretty badly, while I'm willing to give him something of a pass for Saera, he's not that great with any of his other daughters, or any of his sisters, reducing them oftentimes to just their value as marriage material and broodmares (like when he said that it didn't matter that his firstborn child, a daughter, wasn't his heir because she was gonna marry his son and be queen anyway, motherfucker you know that queen consort and queen regnant are two different things). Literally forcing Daella to get married despite what appear to be some severe developmental delays and also just the fact that she did not want to be married is also just so gross, and just in general constantly having Alysanne be pregnant when she didn't particularly want to be is just Not It, dude, especially as she got older and these pregnancies visibly got harder and harder on her. And while his administration was good and his overall treatment of the realm was good, what tangible positives changes did he instill for the actual people? Things like wanting to abolish First Night and pushing for the Widow's Law were Alysanne's initiatives from her women's courts, that's why they're called Queen Alysanne's laws specifically. And personality wise, as a character, he's dull. Other than the early life stuff when he was a prince and then a young king, Jaehaerys does nothing for me. He just feels incredibly bland as a person, and while being a horrible fictional man is forgivable crime, being a boring one isn't. That's a death penalty offense. Ya basic Jaehaerys.

[elfboyeros]

♧Bookstone-Corals Children

♡So Aurora takes after Amthea, I.E. she's extremely delicate health-wise, and in the whole prime and proper appearance. Physical appearance looks like a perfect combination of Indigo and Calvin, besides inheriting Anotoniettes's red hair {Aurora's hair is more pink than red for reasons, think like a pink and red sorbet type deal}. She's a healer like her dad and has taken after him with her love of the epee {a type of fencing sword} She also enjoys playing the Violin and like the study of the body, as well as Chemistry and Philosophy.

The eldest child, She feels responsible for Alex and Finn and feels bad that her baby brother has to be the "protector" because she isn't physically capable of doing so. She leans toward her grandparents {Amthea, Finnian, and Gabriel, Calvin's dad's} like she has no favorite parent because she loves her grandparents just a bit more

Her full name is Aurora Marguerite Bookstone-Corals, named after Indigo and Calvin's grandmothers, they flipped a coin to pick what her first name would be and the other would be her middle name Indigo won that coin flip. Calvin's nickname for her is Nothern Lights, and Indigo's nickname for her is Cerise {cherry in French}

◇Alexandria takes after Calvin in both personality and appearance all friendly and optimistic but with an extreme liking for jokes and pranks, the classic class clown. They do take after their mother when it comes to being a scholar {Not like when sleep deprivation more like in the want and drive.} Enjoying all fields of study, but have a love for botany, literature, and math. They have an interest in Magic and witchcraft as well.

They are the middle children that often gets in trouble for the pranks they pull. Outwardly seen as unserious, they are unbelievably ambitious and not to add powerful, but not many see that. In a favorite parent is Calvin mostly because they are so much alike, or so it seems.

Their full name is Alexandria Fletcher Bookstone-Corals, Calvin wanted to name one of his children after his grandfather and Indigo enjoyed the feminine version of the name Alexander, their middle name was Indigo's choice of a name. Calvin's nickname for them is Sunflower, and Indigo's nickname for them is Trickster.

♤Finnegan is very much his mother's child, more so his grandfather's grandson, but that's mostly in appearance, but in personality, he's tired and has his grandfather and great aunts short-temper, which causes him to get into fights a lot, but has his father's smile {Literally, he and Calvin smile's are almost identical}. He is very much a mage like his momma but does use a sword his father made, so not a complete copy of mommy. He likes History along with the study of sea creatures, animals, and bugs.

Dispute being the youngest, he has been given the role of protector over his siblings, mostly because he has proven that he is not only physically capable to do so, but he wants to be like his mom, I.E. be a talented archmage. Though he does get distracted, being a hopeless romantic and all. He is obviously a momma's boy.

His full name is Finnegan Rochelle Bookstone-Corals, Indigo told Calvin if she ever had a son she would name him Finnegan to honor her father, and Calvin had no objections, His middle name was Calvin's choice of a name if Finnegan was girl. Indigo's nickname for him is Miel {which Means honeydew in French} whereas Calvin doesn't have one besides calling him sprout as a kid, not because he doesn't want to give him a nickname but because he doesn't think the ones he gives him really fit, but he does call him my boy often.

@karaboutmyart @jj-pines @lerenee

[lizajane2]

Outer Banks 1x09

The way Ward really believed Sarah would be okay with any of the shit that just happened. After finding out that you actually murdered John B's dad and then not giving a shit that your son just shot a police officer... she's never gonna feel safe with him ever again. Sarah is a genuinely good person. Don't know what they were thinking.

"Do you realize what you've done?" No, no he doesn't and he's not crying cause he feels guilty or remorse, he's just feeling sorry for himself huge difference. There's something really wrong with Rafe mentally and he gets it from Ward.

"You might end up in the lion's den, but you don't go there on purpose."

Okay as someone who works for a public defender's office, you never ever speak to them without a lawyer present. EVER. If you're innocent, you have nothing to worry about but even then, you should have an attorney present. "Cause everything you do and say can be held against you in the court of law." They're not lying about that shit.

I hate the amount of gaslighting from the parents in this show. It's insane. Let's just go through the list of charges for Ward shall we, murder, accomplice to murder, manslaughter, multiple accounts of aggravated assault and battery, attempted kidnapping, child endangerment, false imprisonment, and premeditated murder. I might be missing a few or more.

"And I wonder if the cops got the entire place staked out. Let me think. Oh, yeah, no. They definitely have that place locked down." JJ's sarcasm is perfection here.

Honestly, Pope getting high is the best thing to ever happen to him.

"He's a maniac." Bitch, I think that's you.

She could've been a little nicer about rejecting Pope, like yeah you don't feel the same way but fuck that was harsh Kie.

If someone doesn't talk about you and how it feels to be with you in the same way John B talks about being with Sarah, "Sometimes it's scary, it's like getting struck by lightning and not getting burned," Then you might wanna re-evaluate your feelings. Yeah, JB, you're in love with her and you got it bad.

Topper's version is more like obsession mixed with lust and passion. The kind of love that makes you crazy, makes you someone you're not. And you confuse it with being in love with the way they make you feel rather than in love with the person. Which is very different. Things like "I'm the one who loves you. He can't love you the way I can," all that is rooted in narcissism.

John B and Sarah literally have my heart, I love them. Hate how they got together but they're really cute. Like even though she doubted when he first told her about Ward and called John B a liar, she still believed him.

[aouiaa]

Mother! Dina hcs

Imagining Mother! Dina who’s very overprotective of her son, JJ. Literally, is on parenting websites in the middle of the night freaking out because she seen a tiktok about how bad it is to drink from a plastic water bottle.

Imagining Mother! Dina who cries more than the child when getting his shots done. It’s safe to say both Dina and her son walked out of that clinic with a lollipop in hand!

Imagining Mother! Dina who has a ipad kid. Legit can hear her from a mile away with her son’s loud ass ipad booming cocomelon or some shit.

Imagining Mother! Dina who does gentle parenting.

Imagining Mother! Dina who does matching outfits with her son!

Imagining Mother! Dina who took a lot of convincing from Jesse to put JJ in sports because she couldn’t bear the thought of him getting hurt.

Imagining Mother! Dina who’s a victim of temu…yup 😔

Imagining Mother! Dina who has a rather chubby baby from feeding him a lot. And her reasoning for it is she doesn’t want him to starve.

Imagining Mother! Dina who makes sounds when feeding JJ.

“Here comes the airplane!” she says before blowing raspberries causing JJ to giggle, and clap his little stubby hands together.

Imagining Mother! Dina who can’t resist pinches his little chubby cheeks.

Imagining Mother! Dina who’s also a first time mom and freaks out over any little thing therefore rushes to the JJs primary doctor.

“He was coughing rather too hard!” she says, trying not to burst into tears.

“He should be right as rain with a little Tylenol.”

“Are you sure?” she asks, looking down at her baby who’s sleeping peacefully in his car seat.

“Yes, Miss Woodward. It’s not an early sign of an lung disease. He just has a little cough.” He reassures, crossing his arms.

A sigh of relief leaves the mother and up comes a smile. She didn’t care how annoyed the doctor looked from Dina bring JJ down to the clinic for the third time this week. She just wants her little potato to be safe.

Imagining Mother! Dina who catches JJ’ s first words on camera.

“Alright, this is, uhm, day four of trying to get your first words on camera!” Her voice can be heard in the background sounding, or at least trying to be, optimistic. JJ can be seen sitting on his little play mat, playing with Ollie.

“Cmon baby, can you say ‘mama?’

“Ma-ma” she repeats, but says each syllable.

JJ can be seen looking up at Dina, and smiling, showing off his two little front teeth that he has growing in. “Ma…ma.” he babbles, flailing his arms around excitedly.

A scream so loud can be heard from Dina, one of excitement. “Yes, baby! Mama! I’m mama!”

The pure look of terrified mixed with utter confusion that is recorded on the baby’s face is pure comedy.

poor little ice age baby…

a/n; In honor of mother’s day, I’ve decided to do MILF mother dina :3

I LOVE MILFS

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[alyswritings]

No Mommy and Me

Request: Hii! Could you write one where Jj daughter is invited to a “mommy and me” tea party at school but her moms not around so she’s upset and jj talks to the pogues about it and Kie and Sarah take her? Or he takes her and ignored the stares? I love your writing!!

Request: Hi!! I’m in love with your writing! Could you maybe write a jj maybank x toddler/daughter where she is upset because she doesn’t have a mom and jj comforts her (maybe by including the pogues, that she is so lucky with a family like that) and maybe also explains where the mom is but you can also skip that ☺️

JJ Maybank x daughter!reader

Warnings: vague mention of luke, but i think that's it

Warnings: none

a/n: thank you for the requests! I added these two together since they gave me a similar vibe. hope you all enjoy!

(gif not mine)

JJ stands outside of the elementary school, waiting for Y/N to get out. Soon enough, all the kids are running out. JJ keeps a close look out for his kid, brightly smiling when he spots his five year old exiting the school.

However, his smile diminishes when he sees her eyes cast down and a pout on her face, her steps slower and less excited than usual. She has a bright pink piece of paper in her hand, her backpack on her shoulders.

"Hey, princess." JJ greets, squatting down so he's level with her. "Where's that adorable little smile?" He asks, brushing his knuckle on her cheek.

"It's gone." Y/N heavily sighs.

"I see that. What's wrong? Did something happen? Are kids making fun of you again?" JJ asks. He knows that a few months ago kids were teasing her for the gap in her teeth -- which he immediately took up with the teacher and principal since he can't exactly get into a fight with a group of five year olds. Though, he did teach Y/N to hit so she got a good punch or two in, which had ended in a two day suspension.

"No. It's nothing." Y/N says.

"Well, if it's nothing then why are you frowning?" JJ asks.

Y/N doesn't answer, just holding the paper in her hand out. JJ takes it, reading the front of it. It's a flyer for a mommy and child thing on Friday.

"Oh." JJ mumbles.

"Can we just go home?" Y/N asks.

"Yeah. Yeah, sure, baby." JJ nods. "C'mon." He holds his hand out and she grabs it, JJ leading her to the car.

- - -

Y/N is outside and laying on the hammock with her coloring book and box of crayons. JJ is inside and going on a rant about the event for Y/N's school.

"I mean, the flyer literally says "mommy and child." Not mommy and daughter, not mommy and son -- mommy and child. So why can't it just say parent and child? Not everybody has a freakin' mom, man."

"Has Y/N said anything?" Kie asks.

"No. She barely talked the whole way home." JJ says.

"Well, one of us could take her if you guys want." Sarah offers, pointing between her and Kie who nods in agreement. "Or if you just wanna go. I mean... show up and prove that dads are important, too."

JJ sighs, walking over to the screen door and to the hammock where Y/N is. He can see the frown on her face as she drops her coloring stuff onto the ground and turns on her side to look out at the ocean.

"Go talk to her, man." John B encourages.

"Yeah. I mean, ask her if she would even want of you guys to go, if she even wants to go." Pope says.

JJ leaves the chateau, walking over to the hammock.

"Hey, princess." JJ greets, tapping Y/N's leg to get her to turn around, but she doesn't.

"Hi." She mumbles. JJ carefully sits on the hammock, his feet going by her and he puts a comforting hand on her shins, rubbing his thumb over her soft skin.

"You okay?" JJ asks her. Y/N huffs and she sits up to face her dad.

"Why don't I have a mommy?" She asks. JJ feels his heart strings pull, wishing he could help her. He knows the pain of not having a mom around and he prayed it wouldn't happen to his baby. But even though he couldn't control that, he'll make sure he doesn't turn into somebody his daughter would be scared of, like his dad to him.

"I don't know, baby. I-- I don't know. I'm sorry." JJ tells her, not really sure how to answer her question.

"Other kids in my class have a mommy. One of the other kids has two mommies. I don't even have one." Y/N states, tears welling in her eyes.

"C'mere." JJ pulls her over to him, resting her against his chest and the dam breaks, quiet sobs coming from the young girl. JJ hugs her, whispering comforting reassurances to her as she cries into his chest.

After her cries subside, JJ doesn't loosen his comforting grip, but starts talking.

"When you were a baby... a really, tiny baby... your mom, she... she went to the mainland... and she-- she didn't come back." JJ says.

"Why?" Y/N asks.

"I don't know. I guess-- I guess she just... wanted to get away." JJ says.

"Did she leave because of me?" Y/N asks, looking up at her dad.

"No. No. None of anything your mother has done is your fault. You are not guilty of anything." JJ firmly tells her. "It was her decision and her choices and if anybody is at fault for the choices she makes, it's her."

"But, you know what? She's really missing out on a beautiful, smart, hilarious little girl who has the kindest heart out there." JJ kisses Y/N's nose making her let out a quiet giggle which warms JJ's heart.

"And who needs her anyway, right? You have Aunt Kie and Aunt Sarah. They're kind of like your moms. You have Uncle Pope and Uncle JB. You have me."

"I like having you guys." Y/N states.

"Well, good, because we like having you." JJ smiles.

The two enjoy the silence for a few moments, the only sound being the waves or an occasional chip of a bird.

"Do you wanna go to that mommy and me thing?" JJ asks. "I can take you. Or one of your aunts can take you if you don't want weird looks for me being there."

"Can all of you take me?" Y/N asks.

"All of us?" JJ asks. "Me and your aunts?"

"You guys and Uncle JB and Popey." Y/N clarifies.

"You want all five of us there?" JJ asks and Y/N nods. "Would all five us be allowed to go?"

"I dunno." Y/N shrugs. "There wasn't a limit on the paper. And if no, then we can leave."

"Okay. All right, it's a date." JJ states. He holds his hand out, Y/N high fiving him.

- - -

That Friday, all five pogues arrive at the elementary school for the mommy and me event. They spot Y/N in the cafeteria, the girl excitedly rushing to all of them. She hugs JJ first before hugging the others.

"Ah, Mr. Maybank." Y/N's teacher walks over to them as JJ picks Y/N up, putting the small girl on his hip.

"Oh, hi, Mrs. Walton." JJ politely smiles.

"Um... this is a mommy and me thing. Are you here to pick her up?" Mrs. Walton asks.

"No, we're here for the event." JJ states.

"All five of you?" Mrs. Walton questions.

"Yep." JJ nods.

"So one of you must be Y/N's mother." Mrs. Walton glances between Kie and Sarah.

"Oh, no. We're her aunts." Sarah states, Kie nodding in confirmation.

"And the other two?"

"Uncles?" John B informs.

"Right. Well, it's mommy and me, but we'll make an exception for daddy and me. But no aunts or uncles." Mrs. Walton says.

"You didn't put that on the flyer." Y/N says.

"Well-- we put mother on the flyer. It-- it seemed clear enough." Mrs. Walton says.

"I love all of them. I want all of them to stay." Y/N states.

"Yeah, besides, that kid has two chicks." John B nods to the young boy who is eating with his moms.

"We frown upon the word "chicks" here." Mrs. Walton sharply tells him.

"Sorry." John B bites his lip, sharing an amused look with the others.

"Mr. Maybank--"

"I want all five of them. I should be allowed to have all five of them." Y/N declares.

"But they aren't all your parents." Mrs. Walton says.

"They all raise me. That's good enough, isn't it?" Y/N asks.

"It does take a village." JJ says.

"I'm sure." Mrs. Walton mumbles. "Fine. Just... don't get too rowdy." She walks off.

JJ high fives Y/N, kissing her cheek.

"Whoo! Let's go have some fun at a, uh... a elementary school function." John B mumbles the last part.

"Act happy." Kie hisses.

"I am." John B says.

Taglist: @glxwingrxse @venomsvl

[clockwards]

i watched all 15 seasons of criminal minds in 29 days. these were my thoughts

----------

Garcia being normal Garcia: 🤪

Hotch, quietly: remind me to have her drug tested

-

Reid: Kevin and Penelope sitting in a tree? JJ, that's just dangerous, do you know the statistics on-

-

"yeah I'm fine, he wrote me a letter explaining why he left, just like my father did when he left my mother and I" REID LMAO

-

Gideon and Hotch giggling happily over charlie chaplin films <3<3 work dads

-

man with multiple personalities: do I *look* like personality no.2??

Reid [staring directly into the camera]: 👁️👁️

-

Reid making mini rockets and Hotch being a grumpy proud dad about it fhevfhhevdhsgdvsh THEM

-

"If I weren't a lesbian, I would absolutely jump your bones" [aimed at Gideon]

-

psychopath who only wants to talk to Reid: 😚

Reid: why don't i ever get any normal fans :(

-

Random detective [about Reid]: where did you find this kid?

Rossi, whispering: He was left in a basket on the steps of the FBI

-

Hotch: we do not have jurisdiction over this very personal set of cases

The Team: 🥺🥺🥺🥺

Hotch: ......okay just be quIET ABOUT IT

-

Rossi: My wife always said I had a flair for the dramatic

Hotch: Which one?

Rossi: ...all of them 😀

-

Morgan, Reid, Emily, Garcia [staring Hotch down]: we love and care for you

Hotch: im gonna kms

-

Rossi, interrogating a suspect: I fucked your wife (real not fake)

-

Hotch: Son, you're taking over the business

Morgan: Oh! A promotion!?

Hotch [dumping paperwork in front of him]

Morgan: Oh no! A promotion!!

-

[during Hotch's review after The Reaper incident]

Strauss, to the team: 😡😡 Hotch 😡😡

Strauss, to Hotch: 😔😔 Hotch 😔😔

-

Hotch: any word on Prentiss?

JJ: she's arguing with the doctors

Hotch, nodding: Good

-

Hotch: There are lots of ways sons defeat their fathers

Reid, cheerfully: I just keep getting PhD's!

-

[about budget cuts]

Rossi: Let's just hope they don't take the coffee

Reid, very seriously: I'd quit

Rossi: well yeah, that'd save them about 50 bucks a week

-

[looking at a machine gun]

Reid: I don't think I have the qualifications to use that

Hotch & Morgan, in unison: You don't.

-

[the most suspicious man alive, saying something extremely suspicious]

Emily Prentiss: yes sir I will follow you to this dark secluded secondary location

-

Every member of the BAU: ily

Prentiss, with an arsenal of guns: BACK! BACK, STRANGE CREATURES!

-

Strauss holding back the entire BAU by the scruffs of their necks like feral cats: I Wish I Had Dogs

-

Morgan, sending all the press to Reid: 😀

Reid: No more FBI I'm becoming a criminal just to kill you

-

Strauss: Please hire someone normal

Hotch: Here's Doctor Reid, a child who has never passed a field test

Strauss: I'm literally begging you

-

Victim: what are you doing????

Unsub: well this is a *gun*, and inside of it are what we call *bullets*

-

"a member of the team is in jeopardy"

me: is it Reid? I really hope it's Reid.

-

Garcia: altruism is sexy

Hotch, very seriously: yes it is

-

The BAU team's nosiness

VS

Reid's secrecy over a girl

- FIGHT -

-

Random teen: Get fucked old man

Rossi: Gamer on gamer violence. This is so sad.

-

Blake: I don't have any children...except Reid

Reid: I'm not your child though?

Blake: EXCEPT REID

-

Anyone: I love you

Reid, just not like other girls: ....Thomas Merton?

-

Blake: People just need to say what they mean

Reid: Life would be so much easier without chit-chat

[A Tale as Old as Time - Autism Bros™]

-

Reid: I don't like technology

Garcia: Technology doesn't like you, genius

-

Rossi: All of my marriages have failed, I'm not exactly what you would call a family man

Hotch: We literally have 5 kids together

-

[on first meeting]

Hotch: I'm offering you a job hunting psychopaths

Garcia, caught trying to stop animal testing: I *am* a psychopath

-

Rossi, joining the BAU: I have gotten a first husband, fourth wife, and multiple children just by entering this office. I'm the real family speedrunner

-

Reid: My dad leaves and suddenly I've got new contenders lining up like it's the bachelor

Hotch: You're not even that great a son

Reid: You were literally first in line

-

Bomb Squad: You called??

Morgan: Early bird gets the explosive worm, bitch

-

Hotch: How long do you need to do this impossibly long task that no one else could complete?

Reid: Like 30 minutes

Hotch: Awesome. Do it faster

-

Reid: I'm arresting you for murder

Cat: ...are we about to kiss?

-

Cat: You have mommy issues

Reid: L + Ratio. You have daddy issues *worse*

-

Morgan: It's my turn to be kidnapped and tortured

Reid and JJ: nnOOO MY BRAAAANDD

-

Alvez: Why won't you be nice to me

Garcia: I'm always nice. Look, this is my nice face 😒

-

Prentiss: This guy is probably a loner, definitely has commitment issues...

Alvez, just made a full-course meal for his dog: 😤

-

UnSub: I NEED A DOCTOR

Tara, cocking a gun: I'm not taking appointments

-

Reid: I need to take some time off to look after my mom

[is arrested for drug posession and murder in Mexico]

Reid: ........so how's my mom?

-

The Team: We're so worried about Spencer in prison

Reid: I made friend :]

-

Prentiss: Luke is snarky. You are snarky. Please just try to get along

Garcia: You don't understand. We cancel each other out

-

Reid, entering prison: I am going to make So Many enemies

-

Mr Scratch, doing anything: 😏

The Team: It's a trap. Let's go!

-

Alvez: I can tell, you're a cat person

Prentiss: Got the nine lives to go with it, bitch

-

Cat: I'm pregnant. It's yours

Reid, shocked: You mean you're not a virgin?!

Cat:

Cat: I wish I killed you the first time round coME HERE-

-

Prentiss: I need a person I love and trust to relax with

Reid: ....are you gaslighting me into resting?

Prentiss: Yes. And it'll fuckin work.

-

Barnes: Don't you want to be unit chief? Don't you have....ambitions?

JJ: I'm ambitious about killing you. Wanna see?

-

Garcia: I hate newbie. He's terrible and stupid and has a dumb face and dumb thoughts-

Alvez: We literally just took a selfie together

-

Alvez:

Tara: ur mom

Alvez: I DIDN'T EVEN FUCKING SAY ANYTHING?

-

JJ, married with 2 kids: I'm a little bit in love with you

Reid, who took her on one date 15 years ago: 😯

-

Rossi: You can't ground me! I'm your dad!!

Prentiss: AND I'M YOUR FUCKING BOSS. GROUNDED!

-

[Luke and Matt go missing]

Prentiss: The boys! They took our boys!!

Reid: I'm.....right here?

[supercriminalbean]

Things that made me insane during criminal minds evolution:

Written while I watched so enjoy my bumbling mess. Spoiler alert of course.

This one is long as fuck I'm sorry.

Episode 5:

JJ and Will. I'll call your mum 😂😂 I lost it.

Garcia shouting No repeatly reminds me of a child of a drunk adult refusing to go home.

The way Emily and Rossi are sitting it's like thier watching thier little child.

Dave face while he watches her I can not.

He's literally the dad. One look from her and she slowly goes quite and the. "You done?" Like bruh you are father.

Thoes two are father and daughter and it fixes my daddy issues for 50 minutes at a time.

No one like you deputy douchbag

Rossi and Luke sending him dirty looks is great.

Tara saying Gen z makes me smile for no reason.

Rossi calling deputy douchebag out. I love it when he profiles people it's so fucking soothing for my soul.

Rossi say bullshit and calling him more out. Fuck yes sir call him out my bitch.

Deputy douchebag you really think profiler can't read you think again dumbass.

Emily proud of Dave yet has to take deputy douch out of the room before more damage is done.

Emily is so fucking hot when she calls him out tho. Fucking love it when she profiles.

Son of a bitch coming from Dave is so hottt.

Why have I always gotten enemies to lovers vibes from Penelope and Tyler.

Luke and Penelope are end game always butttt.

I feel Rossi having more fun that he really should be setting thoes two to be working together.

Tyler wears crocs😂😂

Feet off the table bitchhh.

Garcia earrings are amazinggg.

Tyler asking about the catsssss.

Dave explaining thingggs it's so cuteeee.

Penelope catching on because of Reid ahh thier friendship is the best.

Penelope and Dave have and continues to be one of my fav duos.

WILL DOESN'T HAVE CANCER FUCK YESS. NOTHING LIFE THEARTNING WE ALLGOOD.

Will has good points just saying. Also I think it's time JJ should leave the BAU for her family. Do I want her to go. Fuck no she's the best.

Oh if they kill her off the season imma become an unsub.

Pinky swear 😍😍😭😭

JJ and Will own my heart.

Emily and Tara please step on me.

Benjamin mum is a dickface.

"I'll say he tricked you" grabs cup quickly so no one can asks questions.

The look Rossi gives her, he's like. Girl your issues are showing.

Ha! Tyler you just got told bitch!

He mentioned black queen. Protective Davey let's go.

Nah Dave come on you should of punched that man.

Luke go talk to Garcia she's needs you.

Penelope calling herself mama ahhh. Imma whore for her.

Prentiss unbuttoning her top and scaring deputy douchbag is great.

Yesss Mommy Prentiss 😍😍. Luke just smirked at the bullsack sentence. He's like ahh good she's arrived

Prentiss playing mommy is hot. She can be my mommy anyday.

This is giving me early Emily Prentiss vibessss fuck I miss it.

Ahh he knows shit, Prentiss is good. Deputy douch fuck off.

Tara needs more boss ass bitch scenes.

Dave acting as of he can't use technology all of sudden. Bitch did you forget your a gamer? Like it's mentioned a few times mainly on a console yes but still. Bitch you know technology you use it daily Dave.

Is Dave trying to set them up or some shit?

HE BROUGHT HER A CAT!?!

I really don't like the way they are getting along. But also like the second they met I knew it. But LUKE AND GARCIA IS LOVE. But this is new love... but I don't like it. Maybe.

Prentiss is love. She a bad bitch. Don't therten her you litter ass bitch I'll fight her. Emily stand ya ground.

Deputy douchbag grow some balls.

Sicarius is hot. I'm sorry I'm a whore for a man like him. And I opps.

Haha bitch you dead.

Deputy douch this your fault.

Go off Emily go offffff.

Cat. Catttt. Cute cat. Tyler holding cat is Hella cute.

But Dave seriously we needa talk. This man is who you want to be dating the girl you see as a daughter. SERIOUSLY?! DO YOU DISLIKE LUKE THAT MUCH?!?!

Is JJ and Luke in trouble?..I'm scared.

Tyler still holding cat fucking hell.

I'm scared. JJ DONT DO IT. Ahh she's ringing him I wanna cry. Stay by the car please.

Deputy douch shutting up finally.

Emily voice waver on the please.

I'm sorry I started laughing at Penelopes. Oh no..

Tara and Luke are bestie like I know they all family but thoes two remind me of Derek and Spencer and I. Ow.

Rossi can't handle anymore deaths please.

I mean we all know no ones gonna die cos like they aren't gonna do that but still.

Oooh what if this is how they bring back Reid or Hotch or even my Morgan 😍😋 just like they run to the hospital cos JJ is hurt.

So is that when Penelope confesses to Luke that she's is love orrrr do I have to wait longer for that?