#mick rawson imagines

[moltage]

I’ve got a little headcanon about Jenna - Mick’s sister - that she calls him Micheal (even if that’s not his actual full name) just cause she likes it pisses him off sometimes (cause siblings) especially when he’s pissing her off

this is %100 true imagine her making up a fake full name for him when she's pissed off ahjkfdgf 'Michael [some absurd middle name] Rawson you are an idiot.'

bonus points if Prophet or Gina ( + Evie, if she's present) agreeing with Jenna and they all team up against Mick KSDJHS

[gwen-de-rolo]

imagine coming back from a horrid case and 

1. you find out your boss has a daughter and

2. she kicks you in the balls

mick rawson everyone

[avengerdragoness]

Accents [Mick Rawson x Reader]

Requested by anon: “Mick Rawson from criminal minds suspect behaviour soulmate au?”

A/N: Hey my dears here is a Criminal Minds: Suspect Behavior fic! I used the soulmate au where the first sentence is written on their wrist since the request didn’t specify. I hope you all love it!

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‘It’s not just the accent that makes me sexy, love’

That was it, that is what is inscribed on your wrist. Written in delicate cursive, peaking your interest every time you look at it. Being a bartender you’ve come across a lot of men, with a lot of accents. Though none of them have said this particular sentence to you.

Honestly, you’ve given up on the whole ‘soulmate’ thing. You’re in your 30s, if you were going to find him, you would’ve found him by now. Right?

Were you just one day going to be standing at the bar one night and this accented, ‘sexy’ man was going to come over and mutter those words to you? Nope, not something you thought would happen. Little did you know….

You were wiping down the bar when a group of around four came in. The bar being pretty packed, you didn’t take much notice of them because they stayed at a table, not the bar. Making them not your responsibility.

But one of them kept catching your eye, a man with dark hair and was rather rugged looking. You’d be lying if you said he wasn’t attractive. Whenever you’d catch a break your eyes would end up landing over there, on him. The others with him had come up to the bar a few times for refills or a new bottle, but never him. You’d catch his voice every so often, that british accent being rather alluring.

‘Could he be..? Probably not.’ Shaking the thought from your head.

However, you’d catch him looking at you sometimes. But not thinking much of it, figuring he was looking at something next to or behind you.

As the night continued fewer patrons made an appearance, many left and a steady flow took it’s place. One or two people would leave and one or two would come in, that was until it hit past midnight. Then people began to flow out rather than in. Taking a glance at the table once more you noticed the man’s friends had left and he sat fiddling with a beer bottle.

He looked up and caught you looking at him, blushing you hid your face. Smiling sheepishly before turning back to cleaning up the bar and getting ready to make last call. Not noticing as he stood from his seat and came to sit at the bar. When you saw him sitting there you were drying glasses, “You know, I could hear your accent from here all night. It’s kinda sexy.” you grinned widely, making your nose scrunch some. Making him find you adorable.

Laughing he said “It’s not just the accent that makes me sexy, love.” Hearing that, the glass almost slipped out of your hands. Looking to see he was wearing a devilish smirk. You let out a small laugh before setting the glass down.

Walking over and leaning against the bar in front of him, “Well ‘soulmate,’ is there anything I can get you before last call?” smiling at him. “How about a name?” he asked smoothly. You held out a hand, “[F/n] [L/n].” He returned it, “Mick Rawson” his accent giving his name a certain je ne sais quoi.

“Well, [F/n], what are my chances of asking you to dinner love? I mean we are soulmates.” Smiling you diverted your eyes timidly, “I’d say you have a good chance. To be honest I never thought I’d meet my soulmate, I guess when you start to doubt the universe it turns itself around on you.”

He chuckled, “But this time in a good way.” Looking up to meet his brown eyes, saying “I get off in like 15 minutes, what do you say we grab that dinner now?” The smile never leaving your features. “I think I’d like to get to know you now and I know a 24 hour place just up the road who’s owner owes me a favor. I’ve waited all my life love, I can wait 15 more minutes.”

You grinned before finishing up your closing in record time, calling to your boss that you were heading out. “Shall we?” he offered you his arm. Linking yours with his you answered, “We shall, love.”

[sophielidaris]

Mick Rawson x reader  Please, do not be scared

The reader moves to a new town and gets into trouble. 

Mick helps her out.

Warinings: Mention of harrassment, mention of shots, description of panic attack, violence, cursing, mention of possible death

There will be: Fluff a lot of fluff, angst, happy end 

I do not own  Criminal Minds: Suspect Behavior and I am not making money with this please support the makers and owners of the show. I just want to make people smile =) Comments and likes are welcome ^^ Have fun =)

You tried to catch your breath leaning against your door. First day in a new town and you already messed up. Your door was closed, it was close to midnight and you, you had no key and your mobile batterie of course had died an hour ago. How it came to this? Well first of you got rubbed. He took advantage of you being outside late at night and alone on top of it. It had not really been your fault your flight had a terrible delay. Your phone had died on that airport already when you tried to get useful information over the situation. You wanted to turn it off soon enough, you really thought you did, but as you tried to start it again it simply would not make a sound.

The man robbing you was at least noble enough to let you keep the phone. A phone with no battery. That probably was the online reason he left it with you. Knowing it would not help you to call the police anytime soon. What he did take was your wallet, everything of expensive and to your horror your key. Now he had you address because of your ID and a freaking key! You had tried to ask him for that key, but he just laughed at you. Luckily most of your things would be delivered to your new home tomorrow so you had not much on you anyway, but your wallet and your key were a huge problem. Still you were glad you were alive. You could still feel the cold knife pressed against your neck, the warm blood dripping down. There was still a small line flowing down. To you luck the cut was not too deep, but you had been terrified. You were still trembling. Your hands clenching on your blouse holding it together. He had taken your jacket and ribbed open your blouse. A tear fell down your cheek. You could still feel his hands on you. How they ghosted over your bare skin His touch. You felt dirty and ill. You did not know how much time had passed while he had you. You were shock stare, the knife on your neck not allowing you to fight back or to scream. He had been so fast. You were so close to home and there he was suddenly. He Came From behind and clapped his hand over your mouth. The knife at your side drawing blood to let you know he was serious. He took you in an alley and had forced you to give everything to him. He had ribbed open your blouse. You could still feel his hands hovering over your naked skin. He was wearing a mask. The bastard had planned the whole thing, so it seemed. You were preparing for the worst, when he suddenly stopped and chuckled. The sound made you shiver. “Do not worry missy, this game has just begun.” He laughed. You had never before heard such a cold-hearted laugh. “I will see you soon” with that he let go of you and pushed you to the main street. You did not think twice and started to run. You did not even try to use your phone he had made sure it was dead. You reached the main street, but it was like a ghost town completely empty. You did not think of screaming, because he had shown you a gun and you were quite sure he could still shoot you from the alley. You were still too close. You did not know the way to the next police station and all windows were dark, so you ran to the only place close by you knew. Your apartment. You just stopped running when you were inside the complex, leaning against your door. You knew you need help. Your best option were your neighbours. The neighbours you still needed to meet. You were about to go for the door next to yours when suddenly a person turns around the corridor corner and walk straight in your direction. A scream escaped you and your first instinct was to run until you remembered that the corridor was a dead end. There was only one more door next to yours and that was it. You were about to run up to that door and bang against it, when the figure began to spoke, while stepping more into the light. “Please, do not be scared. I did not mean to scare you.” You realised somewhere in your brain, that he had an accent. Was that British? The man before you were still quiet young and if you had not been so scared you for sure had thought he looked handsome, well handsome was not even fitting it he was drop dead beautiful. The man took careful and slow steps in your direction like trying to not disturb a wild animal. “Hello love, my name is Mick. I live in the apartment next to you. I am sorry I really did not mean to scare you.” He was holding his hands up to show he meant no harm.  You nodded weakly but your body was still trembling. You had problems to stand probably and you really tried but you did not manage to say a word. New tears flew down your cheeks. The man was still getting closer and with every step he took he was repeating that he had no intention of hurting you. He was wearing a small somehow calming smile, while his eyes got more worried with every moment you did not answer. Worried with a slice of anger since he had seen the state you were in, but you somehow knew this anger was not directed at you and he was quick to mask the most of it with a calming smile. Normal people would most likely not noticed but you had always been very shy and as a result of it you learned to read people and their emotions. It helped you to interact with them a bit better and in his posture, you could just see determination and overall protectiveness. Still you could not help but to push your body more against your door and trying to make yourself smaller, as if that would hide you, normally you would have known that it would not help, but you were too scared to think clearly, you felt like a terrified child. Not like a fresh graduate from university. The man stopped walking and took something from his pocket. “Please calm down. I mean no harm. See I am from the FBI. I can help you.” You managed to look up and see his batch. It looked real to you and he was not the man from before. His voice, his way of speaking, everything looked different. He was meaning protection. Someone to help you. He meant safety. You nodded weakly to show that you understood, then closed your eyes, you were feeling dizzy all out of the sudden. Then you realized you had breathed way too fast all the time. You had been hyperventilating all the time. The next moment your legs give in and you were sure to fall to the ground, but two strong arms caught you. At first you first instinct was to fight back to get free and run but the arms were restraining you. He was way stronger than you and obviously knew what he was doing. You were nearly not able to move at all. “Please, love you need to calm down. Calm down and I let you go. I cannot do this right now. In the state you are you would hurt yourself.” His voice was gently and calm, his British accent somehow made it even more calming. “Here,” he somehow managed to guide your head to your chest, while still restraining you. “You can hear my heartbeat, right love? Focus on it, just focus on it and listen to me can you do this for me love?” You nodded weakly you were not able to move more than that. He would let you go, he said he would let you go. Somewhere deep inside you, you knew he meant no harm, but you were panicking and so your instinct was to get free and run, just run and hide if possible. “Can you hear it love?” You nodded again weakly. His heartbeat was steady and calm. So, calm it made you ask yourself how it could be so calm in this situation, but that thought was whisked away fast by your fear. “I want you to breath with me, okay? Just breath with me… In ………and out ….” He was taking slow and deep breaths five seconds in holding it for three seconds and five seconds to breath out. You tried to match your breathing with his, but it was so hard at first, yet he was patient with you. After a few minutes you got better and managed to keep the rhythm on your own. “that’s right, just like this, you’re doing good love. You’re okay, you’re going to be okay. Keep breathing, dear, you’re doing good” You felt his arms losing up a bit and one of his hands gently stroking your hair in a calming manner. “If you want, I can let you go now.” He stated in a soft voice, but you shook your head while hiding at his chest. You were thinking clearly enough again to know he meant safety. He chuckled lightly just continued to stroke your hair:” Okay, love we can stay like this, but would it be okay for you if I move us both into mine apartment? It would be a bit warmer there and you freezing could. I do not want you to get sick.” You nodded weakly again not trusting your voice. Yours and his apartment were the only ones at the floor and yours was out of option. Then suddenly you remembered you remembered what the man had said. Scared you look up at Mick, who got concerned right away. “He-he said...he would come back...he s-said see you soon…he ...he will come back for me…!” “Love, Love I need you to calm down again.” “Does he have your address? “you nodded. “Okay even more of a reason to get into my apartment. I do not want you to be on the floor when he decides to show up and I will call the police right away. Also, I need you to stay away from the door no matter what, okay?” “please help me…” you whimpered “I will love, I will. You are safe now, you are safe.” He got up with you still in his arms. As if you were no real weight for him. “Think you manage to stand while I open the door?” “y-yes” “good” he gently put you on your feet and put one arm around you to steady you. He was quick in open the door guided you through it and closed it securely. Without another word picked you up again. He took you both in and moved you in his bedroom. You were a bit confused why he had to simply put you down on the coach or a chair in the other room. He seemed to see your confusion and answered, “I like the idea of having an extra door between you and him in case he figures you could be at my place.” He stated calmly. You shuddered, he would come looking for you and that meant you were putting this nice young man in front of you in danger. “Y-you d.do not need to do this…You are in danger…because of me…” You looked down. You were so scared, but you did not want someone to get hurt because of you.  He sighed “Love, look at me, “ he gently made you look up with his finger under your chin, “It is my job to protect people and what kind of a neighbour would I be if I would not be helping you. Bloody hell what kind of gentleman” he grinned at you, you were sure he wanted to lighten your mood and you could not help but smile a little at his grin. “I be right back. I the police and also some of my colleagues okay, love? I will be right back. Just stay here please and if someone tries to enter this room without me telling you it is okay beforehand or if you here shots or anything like that, I want you to go and hide here okay?” He went over to his closet which was surprisingly big. “But don’t worry too much I am just being overcautious. I will not let him to you. I shot him if he dares to try and I am damn good at that. I am one of the best snipers this world got right now, and I am skilled with every gun. Oh, and then there would be normal combat and some material arts like...” he grinned at you as you laughed lightly, he was showing of on purpose and you knew it. Still he made you feel saver. This man surely knew how to stand his ground and he was willing to protect you. He was about to stand up, when he stopped and took of his hoody pulling it over your head in the next moment. You blushed at that gesture “You are cold” he murmured softly to explain his action. You muttered a soft “Thanks”. The hoody was warm and smelling of him. You really liked his scent.  “I will be right back, Love” he gently strokes over your hair one more time and left.

 Micks Pov

 I sighed; the poor girl looked like a mess. She had some injuries, but injury severity luckily did not seem to be too bad. Still I wanted to punch the guy who hurt her right now. First on I called the police. I did not like to let the man know that she got help but it would also be no good to have no back up and he surely would have figured out she would get herself help. I also asked for an ambulance. She did not seem to be in any immediate danger, but I needed to be sure and have someone at least check her up. I knew a thing or two about medicine from my time in the Special force, but I felt like a real doctor should check her up. Next on I called Sam. I had a strange feeling about this guy. Letting her walk away but promising to come back, that sounded like the type of man who fitted in our job description to catch. We did not have a case right now, so Sam will find a way to make us the responsible. After I explained everything to him and was sure the police would be here any minute, I went back to my momentarily charge. I gently knocked beforehand to not scare her and softly spoke to her: “It is just me love” I opened the door and had to smile. She had nearly completely hidden away in my hoody which was too large for her, she looked adorable.  I sat down beside her. My weapon was secured at my belt since I found her directly after I came back from a case. I could draw it any minute when there was the need and I was observing our environment all the time yet subtitle enough to let her notice. I tried to seem calm for her. She needed an anchor right now. “Hey, love would you give me your name?” I asked her in a gently tone “(y/N)” she whispered. “Such a beautiful name fitting a gorgeous young woman.” How old was she anyway, I would guess around 22 (sorry if it not your age, it just fits with the university story), so she was just a few years younger than me, still too young to go something like this. I had seen a lot of suffering in my job and back in the military, but I still could not stop feeling sad and angered by it. But that was a good thing, the prove I was still human. “(y/n), I have to ask you a few questions okay about the man and what he did to you. I know it is hard, but it would help to catch him, okay?”  She shook her head…” please...please don’t make me…”. “Love…” I whispered hating to ask her to relive it. “I am here okay; I will not let him hurt you ever again. You are safe. You are safe.” Suddenly I heard Sam call my name a few seconds later I heard keys and my door opening and closing again being locked again. Good thing he was living so close by. He was faster than the police and ha d a spare key. Now there were two FBI agents here to protect the girl who was right now hugging my side, holding on for her dear life. “We are here Sam!” I called out and then gently hugged the girl next to me back “Hush…He is a good friend and FBI. He means no harm. You are okay. He is here to help protect you love, okay?” She nodded but still hid at my side when Sam opened the door. “Hello, my Name is Sam” my friend spoke softly to the terrified girl and smiling warmly at her, but I could see the concern in his eyes. “The rest of the team is also on their way. I called the director on my way here; we got this case.  Think you are right he is a case for us” he informed me. I nodded grimly. We would catch that man. Then there were knocks at the door again and we heart a police officer call out. “I go get them” Sam spoke. A moment later he came back with a paramedic by his side. A man, of course they sent a man. I knew they probably sent whoever was close, but a woman would have been better. The way her closes were torn apart had made me give a good guess at what had happened to her and her reaction to Sam just underlined my conjecture.  As I assumed (y/n) feared the man. She was still way too much in shock to think straight. I was surprised I was able to calm her down by now. When the paramedic asked me to leave, I narrowed my eyes on him. Like hell I would leave him alone with her. She would straight down panic. “No!” she begged holding on to me trying to get away from the man. “Hey, it’s okay I am not leaving, I am staying. I am here… you’re okay, your save” I tried to hush her. Then I heard Ginas voice outside. I would be okay to leave her with Gina. “Hey there is a female outside I know her really good and she is quite badass too, if you want, she can stay with you and I come back immediately after your all good?” She did not even think about it before whispering a soft and weak no. Her voice quivering and tears threating to fall.  “Okay” I muttered softly and pulled her a bit closer to me. Changing our positions, a bit, so that the paramedic could have a better look at her while I was hugging her from behind to still make her feel secure and save but also to be able to restrain her if needed. I felt sorry for her that she still was in this stage of shock but who could blame her she knew no one here, she was still so young and here was nothing familiar at all to calm her down. I really hoped Penelope would manage to contact her parents or other relatives soon. I knew Sam asked her for it and well he probably did not even have to ask and with the address she got her name and she would be able to track her family.  Luckily the paramedic was not a complete idea and did a good job in not scaring her any further. I was relieved she was not hurt more than what I already knew and watched calmly as he tended to her wounds. Shortly after he left my phone was ringing. “Hey P what do you have for me” “I found them, but they won’t be able to come in more than a few weeks. They are making nature films and are somewhere in the deeps of the Amazonas.” I sighed How unlucky could this young woman be. “That’s okay” I heard he speak softly. She heard Penelope, man she has good ears. “They do not have to hurry. I know how much work they have put in this journey…I do not want to be the reason they leave. They are supposed to stay for at least two more month there. I can handle myself…” I smiled at her softly. “Love, I am sure it would be okay for them and I do not like the idea of you being alone in the next days…” “But they cannot be here before two weeks anyway, when I can handle that I can handle longer!” feisty, I thought but it calmed me. It was a sign that she was getting better. Also, I had to admit she got a point.  “Can you stay here for a few minutes Love?” I asked her and when she nodded, I went to meet Sam. I told him of the situation and how I did not like her being alone. WE were discussing things back and forth until Penelope spoke up “If it is any help for you guys, you might want to know that she is well will be working for the FBI” I was confused, I could not imagine the girl handling a gun and she would have been more trained in material skills if she was from the academy. “Not as one of you guys with the guns of course” our friend continued “She is like me. Actually, I just got to know that they were even thinking of adding her to my position as a second person to help, since I am right now working for both your lovely teams. The director had said something about a promising woman to be trained for exactly this position. She was supposed to start this position in training, so that we would not have a problem anymore when I was needed from one of you directly at the case. I just did not know she would be starting so soon. Sam you must remember the director told Hotch you and me of a promising young woman, who is not only skilled with a computer but also good at reading people.” Sam seemed to remember. “Why don’t we know anything about this?” Now was not only I eying Coop but also the rest of our team, who all arrived by now. “It was not sure until a few days ago and she was supposed to start in the next few weeks. I forgot to tell you over the last case.” Yes, the last case had been rough…

“Now that is an interesting turn of events.” Prophet muttered but smiled lightly. “What a way to start a career at the FBI “Beth commented while Gina nodded “Poor girl”. “Hey Sam, I think Mick should watch over her, at least until we got the unsub. He is skilled enough to protect her and she is already trusting him. After that I think it would be a good thing if she would stay with one of the teams or Penelope for working hours once she is fit enough and if it is needed we could take turns of staying with her, until she got better. That way she could already learn about our jobs and gets some experience.” Gina spoke up while smiling at me. I looked at her a bit surprised “Common Mick you a big brother you should know how to calm a scared girl” She teased me. Sam nodded “That might be a good idea, but for now catching the unsub is top priority. I will talk with the director and hotch over everything else later. Mick stay with her and see if she might know something helpful.

Your POV

 Mick came back after some time and you were thankful for that. “Hey love” he spoke softly and sat next to you. “How are you feeling” “okay I guess” I muttered weakly. “Okay let me reframe that: “What do you u feel”.  “I…I am scared. Scared he comes to get me” Mick smiled reassuringly at you and pulled you into a protective hug. It was strange he was the only person who made you feel save right now. You just met him still his arms felt so safe. You just knew he was not the kind of man that would ever hurt you. “You are okay love; we will catch him. You are perfectly save” he hushed you gently and stroke over your hair. He put his chin at your head, and you let yours fall against his chest. You were quite a bit smaller than him. “I heard you will be working with us in the future (f/n). I am looking forward to that. I got to hear that you will be working with a dear friend of mine and helping my team and another great team with good people in it with Information and computer stuff. I was told you are quiet good with that” You were sure he was trying to get your minds of the situation and he was doing a good job. You could not help but blush. “I…I am not bad at it I guess” Mick smiled at you. “Could it be love that you are a bit shy?” he was grinning like he found you acting cute, making you blush even more. “I was right? How cute” now you were blushing professionally, which made him laugh. You really enjoyed the sound of it. His laugh was melodic and beautiful. It calmed you to know that he would be one of the people you would be working with. You had been nervous about the whole thing. The question was would they still want to work with you after you failed that much on handling this situation?  You fell silent for some time and Mick seemed to notice your distress. “What’s wrong love?” you were mulling over with you should tell him. “Nothing. I am fine. Just tired” he raised a sceptical brow at you “Love I am a profiler. That is so not working on me” he nudged you gently “what is bothering you? Or did I take guesses? Well probably more like observations.” “It is stupid really….” He sighed and chanced your position a bit in his arms. He was gently holding you chin making you look in his eyes. “Love nothing that stops a smile to be on that beautiful face of yours is stupid, got that?” His eyes held so much concern for you and were so determent it caught your breath. Not mention they were straight down beautiful. “It is okay if you do not feel like talking about it, but I think it might help you.” He reassured you. “I was ...Iwasustthinkingthatnoonewouldliketohavemeontheirteamafterthis…I mean ...IamnotfittoworkfortheFBInotevenintheoffice” “Whoa there slow down a bit” he laughed amused. “Love-” he spoke unhurried, “you are absolutely fine. I can ensure you that there is not a thing to worry about. They will all understand your reaction and your reaction is perfectly fine. I would be bloody concerned when this would not take its toll on you. I was trained for stuff like this, you were not and that is perfectly okay. You were not supposed to get into a situation like this to begin with” he stated. Then he smiled “Also I am quite positive they will all be pretty protective of you. I mean you even younger than our genius Dr. Reid. You will like Spencer. I am sure of that. He is not much older than you.” “How do you know my age?” you inquired confused. “Oh, Penelope told me. You will love her. She is a bit a nutter, but I am absolutely sure you two crazy computer freaks will get along pretty well” he mocked you. “you might even make Hotch smile more when you continue acting so cute. That would be a rare thing to see” he snickered, and you knew he was trying to lighten the mood, but he really seemed amazed by the idea.  “Believe me (y/n) they will all like you and we will be so protective of you” he promised. “We probably be a pain in your ass” he joked. “At the beginning it will be a bit of proving and learning to know each other but I’m sure you will do great and they will be patient with you. They are good people love. Noting to be afraid of” he assured you. You two continued talking for a while and after some time he got you to talk about what had happened. Yes, there still was some crying but you felt safe with him and when Prophet, how he introduced himself, brought you two some Chinese food you even felt like eating. He asked if you were okay with him staying for a bit so that Mick could talk to the others and to your surprise you were okay with that. You saw the trust in Micks eyes for Prophet and how willing he was to let you stay with him, that you felt save. Still you felt better when Mick promised to be quick.

They did not want you to relive everything again when Mick told the rest of the team. Prophet and you talked for a bit. He welcomed you warmly to the team and said they would get the man who had dared to hurt you. He was also amazed that the FBI recruited you straight from university.

When Mick came back, he was accompanied by three women. Well two woman and one happy jumping ball of colours whose name, you learned, is Penelope. The other two were Gina and Beth. They introduced themselves and stayed for a few minutes. Penelope wanted to stay but Prophet took her with him insisting you needed some peace and calm to rest. If you were honest you were overwhelmed. Mick must have noticed since he chuckled and put an arm around your shoulders in a friendly manner. “You’re okay Love?” “mhm” you nodded a bit unsure of yourself. “Give yourself sometime. I assure you they all are great people. Sam wants to meet up with us a bit later.” He pulled you a bit closer “They will catch that man while I and some police officers will stay here to your protection. You should get some sleep love” You shook your head you. You were still too scared to sleep. He smiled at you gently and made you lay down. “You look exhausted. Please try to sleep” He sat beside you stroking your hair and after some time you fell asleep. When you woke up, he had changed his clothes and you found breakfast near the bed. You wanted to say something when a voice made you shock stare. It was his voice the voice of the man who hunted you. “(y/n? Hey, love you are okay, you are safe.” Mick spoke. You finally sprang into action and hugged Mick to whisper in his ear for just him to hear. “I can hear his voice…he is outside of this room! He just said ‘how is she’ there again the ‘go home man I take your place’” your eyes were wide from panic.

 Micks Pov

 How was that possible. There were only police officers. Don’t tell me he is an officer. I sighed. Just great. That explains why the man was not worried about being able to get back to her. He was probably waiting for the right moment. He must have just arrived, since she did not notice sooner. Yet it was strange, he must surely know she would recognize his voice. Why didn’t he care?

Was this a onetime thing? When it was It meant trouble. That man was not planning on getting out alive. But why her?! She is new in this town. Coincidence? Right type of girl? I had no time to think further about this. I pressed a button on his phone. Writing just one word sending it to Penelope knowing she would contact everyone else in lightspeed. Just one word “officer”. I knew they would understand. Then I ushered my charges in the closet. “lay down on your stomach keep your arms at your side and stay down. Do not make a sound. Everything will be alright” I whispered and give her a breath hug. I had no time to further calm her. Then I pushed the bed in front of the closet. Not letting the door out of my side. The bed ended at the ground. It would not do much, but I took everything that could shield her from bullets. Also, it would buy time should I mess up. I needed to warn the officers outside but how should I do that if I did not know the name. They would take why too long to understand who it is just by the words he said and the only thing I knew was his voice and his physique, which was typical for officers. If I walked out causally, he could use the opportunity and shoot me and I would probably see it too late, because he will shoot as soon as this door moves. He probably already has his hand at his gun. I just could hope Sam and the rest of the team would be fast and better bring a squad team. Until then I could just hope he would not dare to open this door or hurt the other officers. I squatted down next to the bed. This way I could see who enters the room just a few seconds before he would catch my side. I do not need more to shoot than that. I calmed my breath and concentrated on my breath. Given one last plea the girl would stay calm and down.

I was listening in on the conversation outside. It was quite calm until suddenly one of them decided to leave for the toilet. I cursed at his timing. The unsub was probably waiting for just one officer to be with him. One less person to fight off.  I was thinking about a way to stop him when I heard a shot and a scream “My leg!” “Wh- “another shot. That man was fast. “Argh my foot! Watch out!” shouted the other officer. It least he has not killed them yet. No matter how much I wished to run out to help them and shout the piece of shit, I knew I would blow my cover and be walking target. That would not be helping anyone. I wished I would know their position. I heard steps coming closer to the door. So, he is leaving them alone and coming for us. Why would he let them alive? They just meant danger, was this some kind of game for him? They could still shoot him! The question was how good they were at it. When he was heading for the door and they missed, they could hit us. They must know that, and he probably knew how good they were at this, but was he really taking the risk, they would not shoot? “He has a bomb!” I heard one of the officers shout out as the door slowly opened so that was it. The door opened enough for me to see. He was wearing the bloody bomb under his jacket!  No wonder they would not shoot. In his hand was a gun but no trigger for the bomb. So, it probably timed or not even that. Maybe it was just one crazy way of protection.  Still I was not them. “Hey Mister!” I shouted as he had fully opened the door and realised, I was not in his sight. He turned around a bit to look at me. Oh, how I loved the fuck that people act out of reflexes and instincts. I no way they trained me to suppress them as good as possible when needed. He turned around in the direction of my voice to see me and his hand with the gun came my range. Nothing anymore between it and my gun except for air. No other arm blocking my shoot anymore. My finger pulled the trigger and the bullet got his hand before he was even aiming at me.  Good thing I was scrunched down, making it harder for him to see me and aim at me. As a trained sniper and special force, I had no problem shooting out of this position, not matter with what gun.  His gun dropped to the ground. His wrist was bleeding. I took his confusion to jump to my feet my gun was now targeting his head. “Don’t dare to move. Your little protection jacket will not stop me from shouting you.” I did not say bomb because I feared it could freak (y/n) out even more and make her do something that could put her in danger. Even when I was not sure, if she would even get out of the closet with the bed in front of it. Still I wanted her to stay down. Stay in the cover of the bed as good as possible.  The unsub seemed to catch himself and let out a maniac laugh “You would not dare! You would not shoot me. You know what happens when you miss! You know how much force this has?! It would blow up the whole house easily” Great now she surely figured it out. I nearly wished she just fainted, but that would also be problematic. Please stay calm.  I did not speak to her not wanting to pull his attention to her. Also, I had to be fast. When the squad team arrived, they could realize too late he has a bomb and they will probably not here what is going on inside here. The first time I was annoyed that the door and walls here were quite soundproof. So, he wanted to play cocky. Well two could play this game. “So, you have a bomb and what? I do not see a trigger, so I guess it is timed maybe not even that. You are in no rush, but I know guys like you, you have a plan and you must pull it through you have to satisfy your desire. I am not what you wanted. I was not even part of your plan. Some officers, yes but a guy from the FBI? I guess not. Your plan crumbles but still I do not see you in any rush, which means this timer is far away from its end or the bomb not timed at all.” I grinned at him smugly to annoy him further to get him out of his comfort zone, making him nervous. I saw his look flatter for a mere moment. “I tell you an interesting fact about me. I am a trained sniper, one of the best. A clear headshot is a piece of cake for me even with this gun. I also do know a thing or two about bombs and I know that what you have constructed there is not endangered by concussion.  I can understand why. Would be heard to move freely when every step could blow you up. I have seen bombs like these hundreds of time.” Yes, I had a lot of missions where we came to face often more than one bomb at one point of it.

He became more insecure.  I needed to hurry I was positive the squad team would arrive any minute.  I had no more time to talk him into given up his bomb jacket and surrender. There was a noise at the door he turned to look at it and I shot his leg hitting a mark that would make him go down for sure. The squad members would not shoot out of reflex at him if he was already at the ground. As the door cracked, I yelled in hopes to stop a smoke bomb” FBI Everything under control. Before the leader could even announce them. “Target down. FBI Mick Rawson. Everything is under control.”” My man!” I heard Sam shout. The squad team came in but without a smoke bomb. I would have hated to lose sight of the unsub, even when he was injured. “We need an ambulance and a bomb commando” I told the arriving. “Give me cover, I need to take a look at this bomb. Just to be sure” The squad man seemed unsure. “He knows what he is doing” Sam said, and the squad member listened. If this thing was timed, we needed to know now. We could not wait for the team to arrive. I took a closer look and was relieved I was right. No ticker no hidden traps. He clearly had done this for the first time. It was quite messy honestly. A wonder he did not blow up himself with this thing while constructing it.  We had to wait for the specialist to remove it though. “Make sure he does not move; we need to wait for someone to get this thing off of him.” “They will ne here soon.” Sam confirmed then look to the closet “Go get her out of there.” I nodded at him and left the unsub at his gunpoint. I was sure with him and the guys from the squat team he would mean no harm no more. One of the members of the squat team helped me with the bed. I knelt down in front of the closet opening the doors slowly, to not scare her. “Love? (y/n) …” The next thing I knew was that she was hugging me desperately crying her eyes out. Who could blame her? “Hey, hey Love you are safe now. You’re okay, you’re okay. I got you. I got you.” I tried to sooth her.  I picked her up and took her with me out of the room. I did not want her in the same room with him and the bomb. When we got to the corridor my team was running in our direction Penelope in tow. The team seemed relieved, but they all patted her head or squeezed her hand. “We should get her out of here. Where is Sam?” Prophet asked. “Inside,” I answered, “he is fine”. “we can go to my place” P offered. It is not far from here and comfy!” We all nodded and left. While Beth stayed with Sam es back up.

 A few weeks later I came back late at night from a mission. I passed (y/n) s door and noticed the light was still on. I stopped for a moment and a soft smile fell on my lips. Gently I knocked at her door. “It’s me” a minute later she opened the door. Man, she looks more tired than I was. “Love, why are you still awake?” She looked down. “Nightmares again?” I guessed. She had been having a lot of nightmares the first weeks. She shook her head. “Did something happen today at work. Was some idiot mean to you?” She had her first day to day and I was bloody annoyed we had been on a case far away. I had wanted to at least bring her to Penelope in the morning. “No! they were really nice actually” I smiled “That’s good to hear.” I ruffled her hair making her giggle. Oh, how I loved that sound. I knelt down a bit to look directly in her eyes “Tell me what is bothering you. You look so exhausted. Why are you not sleeping?” “I-it is silly really” did she just blush? Yes, she did! “Still I would like to hear.” I encouraged her “Penelope said you were on your way home and I heard you got hurt on the case. I …I just had to know you came back home safely.” Now I was stunned. She was worried about me. I grinned “I am perfectly fine Love. See just a scratch. There was a lot of fuss about nothing, really.” He showed me his arm “I disarmed the guy and dodge his first attack. I am perfectly fine. That police office who called P just made an elephant out of a fly.” She nodded. “I do not know about you, but I am hungry! Pizza? I got two in my fridge” I winked at her and before she could say a thing, I picked her up and throw her over my shoulder. She squealed. Good thing our apartments were the only ones at this floor. “Mick! It is nearly midnight!” “Yes, perfect time for pizza!” I laughed. Inside I sat her down on the coach. Over the last weeks we developed a good friendship it was not unusually for us to hang out together. “Mick you know I will fall asleep soon” “I do not see a problem there.” Not that this would happen the first time. “But I do not want you to put me in your bed and then take the coach for yourself. You had a hard day!” “And it gets better with you here so?” “argh you are unbelievable!”  “Am I Love?” I chuckled and went to the kitchen to put the pizza in the oven, when my phone began to ring “Hey P, are you okay?” It was kind of late for a call after all, so I was concerned. “Is she with you?! Is y/n) with you?!” “Yes, she is Penelope she is laying at my house and is perfectly fine.” “Good! I was writing with her, when she suddenly did not answer anymore.” “Yeah I came back a few minutes ago and whisked her away sorry for that. I did not mean to still her from you.” I laughed softly. It calmed me that Penelope was also looking out for her. “Oh, you Mister are the only one who is allowed to steal her from me. I ship you two you know. I mean I have a boyfriend so I cannot have you, but she is single and you two would be perfect for each other! “I laughed “Slow down there P I” “Oh do not dare to say you do not like her. I do not have to be a profiler to see you are totally into her and I am more than positive she is into you and just way too shy. I expect an invitation to the wedding by the way. Now go back and use your sexy British voice for something useful! But if you hurt her you will be in big trouble. I like that girl a lot so do not mess this up and hurt her. She is such a sweet young woman. So, and now stop listening to me and finally do what you want to do since weeks. Seriously the teams are already making bets and I do not want to lose. How can you take that long to ask a girl out!” Wow, that was overwhelming. Did that woman need to breath?! Yeah, she was bloody right I liked (y/n) a lot hell I was so falling for her, it kind of scared me. I was never having a problem with…. but her, she was a different story I did not want to mess this up or to pressure her. All the time Penelope continued to talk. “Stop! Breath.” I commanded her “Good and now excuse me I promised a beautiful lady food and something to drink. Have a good night P.” “you too and good luck.” I so knew she was grinning “Good night.” I laughed softly. I threw the pizza in the oven and smiled. She was right I should make a move. I was sure now for more than a week that (y/n) at least started to have feelings for me. I was not profiling her, well at least not willingly that had been more of an instinct or reflex, picking up on all the small signs. I went back to the coach and saw (y/n) nearly falling asleep she looked so tired. Maybe I should wait with the whole confession thing until the next morning and just keep her with me. Here she would at least sleep. I knew she said she did not have a nightmare, but I also knew there was nearly no night where she did not have one. I stopped counting how many nights my sniper instincts picked up on her crying and woke me up. Some nights she calms down after a while, some she gets more panic. That are the nights I knock at her door and take her over to mine or stay with her until the morning making sure she feels save. I even picked her door a few times because she was too terrified already to realize someone was knocking. The nightmares got a bit fewer in the last weeks and I was thankful for that. It made me feel better whenever I was away for a case. I never silenced my phone then and I told her she could always call me. Yet I was still worried knowing she did not want to be a burden and often enough did not call me even when she needed someone to talk. I started to teach her somethings about self-defence.  Morgan also said he would train with her if she wanted to and I hoped someday she would say yes. Just to get her use to someone’s else fighting style, but for know she was too insecure of the whole fighting thing and physical contact was an issue. She was fine with me. She even calmed down in my hugs the second I pulled her in my arms. With everyone else she always needed a few seconds to really calm down and recognize that she was safe. I know with time this would get better and hopefully not be an issue anymore and we all understood and did our best to support her and make her feel safe. Still I was furious that the bastard affected her so much. I would love to use him as a punching bag at some days. So, I did everything I could to make her feel safe and give her the feeling of being able of protecting herself.

  Your Pov Mick came back, and you were rubbing your eyes. You felt sleepy now that he was with you, you felt your whole body relax. It was strange how safe you felt with him. “Hey, sleeping beauty thing you can stay a wake long enough for a bit of pizza?”  You nodded determent but honestly you were not so sure. He laughed and sat down beside you. “Come here” he opened his arms for you and you gladly snuggled up to him, while he put his arms around you. You sighed content when he began to tickle you. All you tries to escape him were in vain. He was much stronger than you and he knew what he was doing. Holding you in place was a child’s game for him. After some time, he stopped and grinned at you “I adore to hear your laugh (y/n)” he whispered near to your ear and you blushed professionally. He just smirked “you know I noticed something love.” He whispered stroking your hair. You looked up at him. You were laying on his chest by now, him sitting against the arm of the sofa. “I noticed”, he began again, “Something in your behaviour around me, the way you look at me and I cannot say I do not fancy stolen the looks I am getting” he smiled while you blushed deeply “Well this confirms this further.” He chuckled and gently stroke your cheek, “Could it be love that you are falling for me?” You bit your lip, yes you were, you definitely were but it was hard to say it out loud, what if he did not feel the same, but the way he was asking gave you hope that maybe he would…yet you were not sure, he could literally have everyone, did he really choose you? “Oh Love” he laughed as you still did not answer, “stop toying with a poor man’s heart!” He was over dramatic and smiling. He was teasing you. He was so sure about this, like he could completely read you. “I “you took a deep breath “ I like you a lot Mick and I fear I am falling head over heels for you…I love you…” you said while looking straight in his shining eyes even when you were scared of his reaction his eyes were too arresting to look away. A grin broke out over his face and he chuckled again. “I love you too (y/n). I want to be the one by your side the one who protects you, the one you come running too, the tosser you complain about because I did something stupid or made you worry but not too much until I manage to get you forgiveness, the one who holds you in his arms when you need someone, the man that you love. I want everything with you, the hard times the good times, everything as long as it is with you” You started to cry at is words. Hell, some people did not get such a speech they are asked to marry the other and yet here he was saying these words to you. “I love you Mick” you whispered still a bit overwhelmed while he just smiled at you. “You are the best thing that happened to me, my hero, my best friend. I must be the luckiest girl to get such a loving, sexy, intelligent, dorky,” He laughed at that “badass gentleman to say he loves me.” “Love, you are going to make me blush! I have a reputation!” He laughed but his eyes were shing from happiness. “May I?” he asked softly. You nodded and he turned me around just to press his lips to sours in the next moment. You were so focused at each other that you got startled by the alarm of your food going off that you fell to the ground.  Mick took the sudden noise better than you and reacted. He somehow managed to roll you over so that he hit the ground before you and you were laying on top of him. Damn he was fast. “You should be more careful love; you could get hurt” he sounded sincerely concerned. You on the other hand were more concerned about him “Are you hurt?” you inquired immediately. Mick just laughed “I am perfectly fine, Love and Blimey, I must say I do enjoy our position” He winked at you and you felt your cheeks burning. Out of nowhere he rolled you over smirking down at you now towering over you “Still I must say I prefer this position” He whispered huskily in your ear then he stole a kiss from you and pulled you up with him “ as much as I enjoyed our situation there is pizza waiting for us! Also, “He looked lovingly at you “we can do everything in our own tempo and way, okay love? I will never be impatient with you just to get this straight from the beginning.” You just kissed him, and he grinned “I wonder who lost the bet”

[okimargarvez]

TASK FORCE - 12

Original title: Task force.

Prompt: during the Doyle case, FBI Director calls five teams to catch him.

Warning: A.U., what if for S6, character’s death, crossover.

Genre: action, family, angst, romantic.

Characters: Penelope Garcia, Luke Alvez, Aaron Hotchner, Emily Prentiss, Jennifer Jareau, David Rossi, Derek Morgan, Spencer Reid, Phil Brooks, Kevin Lynch, Sam Cooper, Mick Rawson, Gina La Salle, Beth Griffith, Jonathan Simms, Jack Garrett, Clara Seger, Russ Montgomery, Matthew Simmons, Mae Jarvis, Mary Meadows, Owen Quinn, Jack Flicker, O.C.

Pairings: Garvez (Penelope x Kevin, Luke x O. C.), Hotchniss, Katt (slight), demily (slight), Mick x Gina, O.C. x O.C.).

Note: oneshot 74 in Garvez collection.

Legend: 💏 😘😈🔦🎲 🕶️🎈⚰️.

Song: La differenza tra me e te, Tiziano Ferro

Task force - Masterlist

See the notes for more informations.

GARVEZ STORIES

And if... my life occasionally wiped out... the uselessness of these insecurities... I wouldn't tell you...

*checkmate

She is not openly crying, but she is so close. -It cannot be true. I can’t believe. I don’t want to believe it.- she shakes her head, while her friend increases the grip on her hand, even though he is no less upset. -Why shouldn't she have told us?- Morgan would like to console her, but he can't. He's too busy cursing himself for not seeing the signs first.

-That's exactly the point, Penelope.- the older man explains to calm down her. -We are her family. And remember what Doyle's goals is?- awareness makes its way into her chest as she nods.

-We have to find her.- she looks above all at Hotch, who seems strange, different. But it will all be in her head, she sees things that are not there, perhaps she dreams of them as well. And it would also be easy to believe it, if she didn’t have certain marks, signs on her body, which persist in not wanting to go away. But this story is not in the least important now that they have lost Emily.

The last piece of the puzzle, the discovery of Lauren Reynolds' identity, also reaches the other teams, which for the occasion gathered in their initial formations. In the IRT, Clara is definitely the most upset. They worked together for years, she considers her as one of her best friends and she cannot understand how she could have been so blind, and above all why she didn't trust her. Once, perhaps for too many glasses of wine, she had told her they were like sisters. Jack tries to convince her that it wasn't her fault, almost unnecessarily.

Mick, who has notoriously always had a soft crush on Prentiss, lets out his anger by punching things. Gina tries to calm him down and finds no other way than to hug him. It is the first time it has happened in years and years of working together. Both remain puzzled by the sensations they feel, but don’t have time to deepen them.

In the remaining teams, it is those who have collaborated with her for a few days, since they are part of the same group, to be confused and most affected by the story. Someone even makes a joke, citing the film with Juila Roberts, but is soon sedated.

Four days have passed since that night and Luke was no longer able to even approach her. He saw her in passing, during some general meeting, but she avoided his gaze and vanished instantly. Phil snatched the truth from him, almost choking on his beer, but not the details. He gave him a pat so hard that he almost broke a bone. But he couldn't help it. This coldness on his part mortally wounds him, but he expected it. But when Vladimir tells them the latest discovery, Luke instantly senses the effect this thing will have on her and abandons the discussion before it's over. Dalia stares at Phil, convinced (rightly) that he knows what's wrong with Luke. Claudia manages to calm her down; she is the only one with this magical power.

Luke practically runs to her office, but freezes, recognizing the male tone and the nuances of anger in his voice. -But I know why you're doing it.- an evil, really bad laugh, thanks to which he would have already gained a punch, if only he had this guy in front of him. -You fucked with that man of the fugitive team, that seems to have come out of a Mexican comic book.- he doesn’t even feel particularly offended to be defined through a stereotype, indeed, he is almost happy, because he captures the only positive side of the thing: what there is among them it is so evident that even this jerk has got there. -What is his last name? Alvarez?- a crooked grimace paints the lips of the Latin hearing his surname wrong. He looks around, but no one is coming, so he keeps eavesdropping.

-It's Alvez, and whit whom I fucked or not, is no longer your business!- a noise, like something being pushed. He hopes that it was she who did it and not the other, because if he only dares to touch her hair... -We are not together or am I wrong?- his heart jumps for joy, considering that in a bizarre way she is defending him, and also... Them.

A snap, compatible with a slap. It takes him a while to understand that probably he has beat one hand against the other. -No, you're right.- another laugh that is half a sob. -Luckily I didn’t buy that ring.- Luke's eyes widen dramatically.

-What?- Penelope's upset cry is reflected in his stomach.

A series of sighs. An exasperating pause, before Kevin continues. -I wanted to make peace with you, take you out to dinner and ask you to marry me.- was he really ready to take that step? Was he really that close to losing everything? But inside he feels that she wouldn't have said yes anyway. -So, there would be no more breaks. It was fun, when we were younger…- he continues to explain, then he laughs again. -What a jerk I was.- at least he was able to say one right thing.

-Maybe it was fun for you, but certainly not for me!- he instantly recognizes the shades of pain in her voice. Somehow, for some strange, arcane reason, she really loves him. Not enough, or she wouldn't have ended up in his bed. And this is not a male chauvinist thought but a simple observation.

-Tell me, plum sauce, have you ever loved me?- he imagines them. He sees Kevin trying to take her hand, one last desperate attempt. But he also sees her reject him, free herself. -Because I find it hard to believe, given the speed with which you threw yourself into another's arms...- in fact melancholy quickly turns into sadness.

-I didn't throw myself in anyone's arms!- she protests and Lynch can't know she's telling the truth. It was he who captured her, and it was a hard fight to win.

An ironic laugh. Luke clenches his fists, looking around again. -Want to deny? Come on, Penelope, I saw the way you look at him and how he looks at you.- his heart begins to beat wildly. -You two had sex with your eyes during the meetings, but from the way you treated him today... in my opinion he also hit the target. - how the hell did he notice? Is it so obvious? Will his friends, his team, Dalia, have noticed it too? What about her team? Morgan? All the rest of the world, including Flicker? He believed he had been clever and discreet. Before he hit the target, as Lynch called it, they had exchanged short, stealthy looks at strategic moments. But he's right, that was a kind of foreplay.

A loud noise, of something or someone who is pushed and ends up against some wall, pulling down what is hanging on it. -Stop it, Kevin, I can't stand your tone anymore!- pain and anger continually exchange roles, in her voice. -That's why I don't want to go back with you.- Luke closes his eyes, savoring the moment. -Alvez has nothing to do with it. You men must always find a lover, a scapegoat to feel you have a clear conscience, don't you?- he imagines the grimace on her mouth and feels the urge to kiss her. -I'm sorry, it won't be like that. And yes, you were right not to buy the ring, because I would never have said yes!- as he had imagined. -Now, go out, please. I want to be alone.- it spends a few frightening moments of absolute silence, before he can hear the steps of the man coming towards him. He barely hides himself just in time. He has an absolute need to see her, but he respects her will. Loving often sucks.

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[moltage]

Ok but what are your thoughts about jealous Mic. I imagine him getting all quiet and super concentrated on every move and word. And after some time he would become confident and would take part in the scene.

oh look it's my favorite anon I %100 AGREE W THIS. He's not afraid to be loud and take space but when it comes to jealousy he's going to stand back first and weigh the options, observe, and then interfere. also dear anon i have no idea if you like them or not but when you bring me romance related asks about mick i am most likely gonna be talking about mick/prophet so. do give me a warning thru asks or dms if you like them or not so i don't mention it again? ehajakshdh sorry it's just im obsessed w them a little bit

but yeah , now that u brought jealous mick up i am having thoughts abt it. imagine a mick rawson who is head over heels, helplessly and so desperately in love w his best friend. and it frustrates him so much. because why would Mick Rawson, the guy who could easily pull whoever he wanted, be upset about it? because Prophet isn't returning any of his signals, and worse, keeps giving him the friendly shoulder. I just love the idea of Mick being so miserable about it. Bonus points if Prophet has another love interest and Mick wants nothing more to shut him up and scream at him, like how could he be so blind? He loathes the sight, and it kills him, right in the chest. And Prophet is only confused by this sudden change in behavior , if only he knew.

[gwen-de-rolo]

imagine evie coming in to the HQ excitedly and she sees prophet and she's like "hi prophet! ^-^" (you can add Uncle there if you want) and then she turns around to see Mick and her expression is serious immediately as she greets him with a formal "Rawson." I JUST THINK THAT'D BE FUNNYHSJDB

LEGIT!! YES!!! Mick is the one who obviously loves kids and as much as Prophet would like to get close to them, he isn't the most non-threatening in terms of appearance.

SO JUST FLIPPIGN IT ONTO THEIR HEADS WHEN EVIE SKIPS INTO HQ, GREETING PROPH WITH A 'Hi uncle prophet!" AND. A BIG HUG AND TURNS TO MICK, ALL SERIOUS "Rawson."

"Cooper."

COOP'S ONE STEP BEHIND HER AND HIS EARS PERK UP AND JUST STARES AT THEM DOING THIS. THE WORLD STOPS FOR A SECOND.

"Hi Auntie Gina! Hi Auntie Beth!" SHE SKIPS OFF ONCE AGAIN

and mick is still glaring at her

[gwen-de-rolo]

imagine making you wattpad mick rawson fic all the more sad

couldn’t be me aha

[moltage]

i love the au abt constantine & mick rawson being twins like imagine the chaos, the family angst It'd be so fun

[avengerdragoness]

Imagine Requests: Closed

Whoa you guys knocked those out fast! I feel rather loved at the moment. I love you all! <33

Young Justice - 0

Batfam - 3 (2 Jason, 1 Tim)

CW DC - 1 (Winn)

Marvel - 2 (1 Matt Murdock, 1 Deadpool)

Voltron - 1 (Shiro)

Criminal Minds - 3 (2 Spencer Reid, 1 Mick Rawson)