#or the mean cop notices during the interrogation

[whatiswhump]

I love a dazed shell-shocked man in handcuffs covered in blood that isn't his own being led away by heavily armed guards. Right?

[lesinquietes]

Years pass. Convict!Shigaraki isn't caught until video surveillance becomes more prominant in society — and your town begins to modernize. He’s on the international Most Wanted list. The cops never stopped searching for him. It’s over when he’s spotted at a gas station. Officers on site book him and search his vehicle. They discover three kids strapped into the backseat. One has his hair. The other two have yours.

The authorities show up at your farmhouse. You answer the door. One of your breasts is on display while you feed your infant. You’re too exhausted to bother covering up. A hand on your enlarged belly denotes that you’re pregnant with a fifth, as well. The men maintain eye contact with you as they enter your home.

They ask you a flurry of questions. How long have you known Tomura Shigaraki — a man who’s wanted internationally? ‘bout a decade. And married for how long? ‘bout a decade. What drew you to him as a husband? He came t’ me. Taught me how t’ be a real woman.

The officers exchange concerned glances. They inquire about a few more things, and then depart. You call out to ask them when your love will be home. They tell you they’ll send someone out to return your kids. They’ll never forget the forlorn expression on your pretty, tired face as they pull off in their squad car, leaving behind a shattered family.

They sit down with Shigaraki, too. He explains how he escaped from the transport van all those years ago. They interrogate him about his family; particularly, you. Around a decade ago, the other town folks noticed you become reclusive. Then, you suddenly had a husband. It certainly raised eyebrows, though no one had to balls to utter a word with him constantly hovering over your shoulder. They ask him why he wanted to settle down with you, of all people.

In truth, he doesn’t know. He didn’t realize how much he would love being a father. He gets to correct the mistake his own piece of shit dad made. Instead of belittling his children, he encourages them. Sure, he includes his fair share of teasing, but it’s not malicious. They’ll just have to get used to a sarcastic parent.

He was going to keep knocking you up until he was satisfied. He thinks motherhood looks beautiful on you. He fell in love with you the longer he stayed in your domain, teaching you how to be his woman, and learning what it means to be cared for. Now, everything you do is bewitching.

Years pass. He spends time in prison. No bail is offered, for fear that he’ll flee the country. They’re right to be cautious; escaping with you and the kids is precisely what he would have done. This time is spent prepping for his case and keeping in contact with his family through letters. He misses you terribly.

Eventually, he’s convicted for murdering several individuals during his drug trafficking scheme, including his own father. He’s also found guilty of assaulting various victims over the course of five years. The other numerous charges are dropped due to lack of evidence. Even still, he’s sentenced to life in prison.

The court asks him to make a statement following the sentencing. He obliges. He had something prepared in advance, positive of this outcome. He makes most of it out to you, his beloved wife.

“I’m sorry, (f/n).” He announces, facing the judge. “I manipulated you into falling in love with me."

Members of the jury gasp.

His intention is threefold. First, he wishes to absolve you of any suspicion that you committed crimes alongside him. If anything, you removed him from leading the life of a vagrant. Second, it shows the courtroom he can afford compassion and empathy to others, which will perhaps aid in lightening his sentence. In the future, he plans to provide information on additional criminals he used to run with in a potential plea deal. Being seen in a more positive light won't hurt his case. Lastly, he wants you to know the truth. It's selfish, as he knows it's too late. You might have wasted your youth, your time, your womb on a villain who got off on deceiving you. He can't bear to glance at you as he continues his monologue.

"I played with your mind like the monster I was, and still, you shaped me into a better man. I have you to thank for countless years of happiness, even when I thought happiness was a myth. I wish I could've been a better role model to our kids."

He doesn’t get a good glance at you when they take him away. He’s devastated. He isn’t sure what his admittance will do to your relationship. He wouldn’t be surprised if you had the marriage annulled and never wanted to see him again.

But lo and behold, you show up on visitation day, in that nice little dress he likes. There's a grand smile on your face when you see him round the corner. He's shocked to see you. When he was told he had a visitor, he thought it was his lawyer. There's no scaring you off, is there; or, perhaps more fittingly, there is no unbreaking your mind... is there?

You tell him how the children are doing. You go into depth about how you and them are working hard to maintain the farm for his return. He doesn't have the heart to tell you that may not be a reality for him — entering civilization again. Instead, he tells you he misses your cooking, your kisses, your hugs. He marvels at how soft he's grown over the years.

At the end of your visit, there are tears in your eyes. It's then that resolve fills his chest, and part of his old self appears. Darkness whispers from the recesses of his mind, prompting him to plot his escape. He can't keep you waiting forever, now, can he? Not now that he’s broken you solely for him.

He promises he'll hold you in his arms soon — and he fucking means it.

Previous l

𝔉𝔞𝔯𝔪𝔢𝔯 𝔞𝔲

[railingsofsorrow]

chapter III | admonitio

summary: “Why would you be a suspect, Doctor Valencia?” Agent Prentiss closed the file she had been reading for the past ten minutes to intertwine her fingers on top of the manila folder. Her eyes scanned Iris with a neutral expression. It made Iris so frustrated that she never let any emotion show. She could see — practically feel — Spencer's concern but Agent Prentiss was a huge question mark for her.  

“You don't have to call me that.” Iris looked away from her gaze. She hated it when people addressed her by her honorific. Yes, she was intimidated. How would she not be? “Iris is fine and I don't know, maybe because I've been stuck in here through the entire night and you don't tell me what's going on?” 

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warnings/contents: language; interrogation; (implied) claustrophobia; toxic relationships; discussions of infidelity; discussions of domestic abuse; non-graphic violence (mentioned); blood; anxiety.

A/N: and the plot thickens. . .

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❝Admonitio❞

[n.] A WARNING.

The sounds in the interrogation room didn't reach her ears until a deep voice brought her back to reality. The first thing she was able to see clearly was a glass of water, small droplets traveled down the cup. The outline of her lips stained the glass and she could see it because of the reflection against the light.  

She had a sip of water a minute ago. Maybe an hour. Iris wasn't quite aware of how much time she had spent in that grey soulless room with two people entering and leaving. First, a blonde woman, Jennifer, who asked if she was okay and brought her the glass of water. Her voice reminded her of a soft blanket on a cold night. Secondly, Hotchner, who carried a stern expression with his brows pulled slightly. Iris didn't mean to think he wasn't gentle too, but she had watched enough crime shows to know there was a dynamic of good cop and bad cop and it was clear which was who from the two. 

The fluorescent lights made her head pang painfully. She had not slept or rested since the nightmare began. And she was thirsty, but she found herself unable to grab the glass of water right in front of her due to her shaky hands. She was sure that if she did, it would topple over the table and cause a mess. That was the last thing she needed to do in front of an FBI Agent.  

Agent Hotchner called her name one more time. 

"Sorry," Iris closed her hands into fists and slowly unclenched them. She felt less numb, but her brain wasn't cooperating as she would like. Focus, Iris. "Can you—can you repeat that? I wasn't... paying attention. I'm sorry." 

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"She's still in shock."  

"Of course she is! There is nothing more terrifying than walking into your home to find a threatening message written in... ugh, blood. This is so 1996." 

JJ frowned confused. "Why 1996?" 

Penelope let out a heavy sigh through the line. "Because, my beautiful and shiny friend, it was the year for Slasher movies. Now, I'm sure boy genius there can tell you all about the horror sub-genre later on but I have some news regarding Dr. Valencia." 

Rossi glanced at Spencer out of the corner of his eye, he still hadn't moved an inch from his position. He was too focused on the questioning to notice his name was being mentioned. The crossed arms and tensed shoulders weren't a strange body reaction during an investigation, but if there was one thing that Rossi could point out, it was that the kid's gaze kept glued to only one person ever since she arrived at the precinct. He wasn't sure why yet, but he would find out. 

"Go ahead, Garcia. Fill us in." Rossi requested, turning back to the discussion. 

“Yeah, so. Iris Adley Valencia. She has a BMed in Medical Studies and a PhD in Microbiology — giving you a run for your money, boy wonder — which is what she teaches at NSU. Oh, and look at that, she recently turned 31! Anyway—” 

“Recently?” Spencer piped in for the first time in a while. The three other people in the room gave him odd looks. He cleared his throat, shrugging. 

“... here's what's interesting. Mark Dawson is a hotshot lecturer. He travels all over the world to give lectures about genetics and stuff, besides working as a professor at NSU. Now, remember that I tell you that he's a hotshot, right? Well, I happen to have found out that his last name is actually very important. His mother is a retired successful lawyer and his dad, god bless him, worked in the same area. The whole family are huge investors in medical devices—” 

“Garcia, does he have anything to do with Iris?” 

“I'm getting there!” Penelope huffed about Rossi being impatient. “Okay, so as I was saying. His family is influential, he is influential... keep that in mind. Now, about Iris. She graduated early and kept studying all her life. She officially became a professor at NSU three years ago. But what I was getting at is that Iris and Mark were involved not very long ago. Engaged, actually. They actually became headlines on the news.” The incessant tapping of her keyboard echoed through the line.  

“There is no ring on her finger,” JJ observed, confused.  

“They broke it off, apparently. And Iris filed a report of domestic abuse against him a year ago, but she withdrew her charges. It never even became a case. But guys, she wasn't the only one. As of now, I have found four women who filed reports against Mark Dawson but it never moved forward.” 

“You think his family did something to cover it up.” JJ looked up when Spencer made the comment. 

“Most likely.” She sighed, mumbling something under her breath. “I've sent you the archived reports. I do not want to look at these pictures anymore. Aaaaand, one more thing. Fabian Helley. The kid went through hell ever since he entered NSU. There are pictures and videos in which he's being bullied by a group of guys. They are all over these kids' social media, it's like they don't even care!” 

“Was Iris involved in any way?” JJ asked, trying to find a reason for the cryptic message written in blood left on Iris Valencia's apartment door last night. 

“No, but she did appear in one of the videos asking the group to stop harassing Fabian. That's what I have for now, guys.” 

“Thank you, Pen.”  

“PG out.”  

Rossi sighed. “It doesn't make any sense for Helley to be on the run and then come back to make a direct threat towards Valencia. Not if she wasn't involved.” 

JJ nodded, “it doesn't seem like she turned a blind eye to it, either.”  

“According to Dawson's statement, we should investigate Helley because he was attached to Iris,” Rossi pondered as Hotch entered the room.  

Spencer watched as Iris nervously fidgeted on the other side of the two-way mirror. He couldn't imagine how uncomfortable she must have been feeling being interrogated through the entire night. She hadn't slept, or eaten anything.  

“Morgan and Prentiss are following the last address where Fitz’s credit card was used.” Hotch alerted them while pushing his phone back on his suit. His permanent frown deepened as he glanced at a distressed Iris on the other side of the room. “The place is one hour away from Valencia's neighborhood and the credit card was used ten minutes before in a grocery store. Helley didn't write that message.” 

“Someone left the flowers and the card to look like he did it,” Spencer concluded, folding his arms across his chest. His jaw clenched in anticipation.  

Hotch nodded, “we profiled that they are a team.” 

“They wouldn't split up right now,” Rossi added. 

“Exactly.” 

“You think someone is framing this kid?”  

“Framing or no framing, he is not innocent, as much as she believes that,” his attention drifts back to his vibrating cell phone. Prentiss popping up on the screen. “But someone is taking advantage of his outburst to use it in their favor.” 

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“Sorry to keep you waiting.”  

Iris blinked out of her daydream to watch two different people enter the interrogation room. A good-looking brunette dressed in a red tank top shirt and a dark blazer who was also at the university for the investigation a day prior, she couldn't remember her name. Honestly, Iris was too tired to be remembering people. And Spencer, who was wearing a light brown sweater vest on top of a white button-up. If Iris wasn't so exhausted she might have found that cute, especially because of the Converse as a choice for shoes. He's got a unique sense of style. 

However, the only thing in her mind was that there was a huge possibility that the FBI thought she was a suspect and that was why they had not let her go yet. She was telling the truth, but that didn't matter if they didn't think so. Should she request a lawyer? Should she stop talking? But she's telling the truth! She doesn't need a lawyer if she's telling the truth, right? And why would she even be a suspect— what if they thought she had made up the blood message at her door? Is that what they were thinking— 

“Do you need a minute?”  

She inhaled sharply, retracting her hands from the table as quickly as her spine straightened. Her brain was almost shortcut when the slightest of warmth approached her skin to touch her.  

Her therapist said that signs of trauma can manifest in different situations, even non-threatening ones. Post-traumatic stress disorder is a mental illness she has dealt with ever since the end of her last relationship. The symptoms she experiences may bring up a response in which she's not fully conscious of, like flinching.  

The innocent of touches from a stranger can drive Iris to have flashbacks running through her mind. Even if, consciously, Iris knew the person in front of her wouldn't purposely harm her. Especially because of his heartbroken gaze upon seeing her flinch.  

“I'm fine,” Iris replied to his question as the Agent beside him watched their exchange. “Sorry, I didn't get your name, Agent...” 

“Prentiss,” The brunette said with a small smile. Right, this must be Emily Prentiss. “We'd like to ask you a few questions if you don't mind.” 

“I've said everything I know about what happened, I'm sorry if it wasn't helpful—” 

Emily shook her head, “no, no, it was very helpful, but what we want to know is regarding Mark and Meredith's relationship.”  

Iris's dark brows pulled in confusion, “what do you mean? Meredith was part of his study group, that's all.” Relationship? What did that mean?  

Spencer and Agent Prentiss shared a glance, which made Iris shift in her seat uncomfortably. What did they know that she didn't? Iris had to stop herself from thinking the wildest things.  

“So they met each other in this study group? As well as Fabian Helley?” 

“Yes.” 

“Was he her professor in any other classes?” 

“No. Only in the study group. What... What is this about?” Iris was antsy for being out of the loop. What were they insinuating? “Look, I know I'm a suspect and I understand that you're trying to investigate the people around me but—” 

“Why would you be a suspect, Doctor Valencia?” Agent Prentiss closed the file she had been reading for the past ten minutes to intertwine her fingers on top of the manila folder. Her eyes scanned Iris with a neutral expression. It made Iris so frustrated that she never let any emotion show. She could see — practically feel — Spencer's concern but Agent Prentiss was a huge question mark for her.  

“You don't have to call me that.” Iris looked away from her gaze. She hated it when people addressed her by her honorific. Yes, she was intimidated. How would she not be? “Iris is fine and I don't know, maybe because I've been stuck in here through the entire night and you don't tell me what's going on?” 

“You haven't asked for a lawyer.” 

Spencer gave his coworker a glare as his jaw clenched. This had been a bold comment. Emily likes playing games during questioning, he knows that, but he’d really rather she wouldn't be like that today.  

Iris's lips parted. They stayed like that, staring at each other in stunned silence for quite some time until Spencer cleared his throat. 

“I didn't think I needed one,” Iris confessed. “I'm— I'm telling you the truth.” 

“Then how come you haven't mentioned anything about Mark's extracurricular activities?”  

Two pictures were placed in front of her. Then two more.  

Iris clenched her hands and unclenched them several times. 

“Do you know what this is, Iris?” 

“Emily,” Spencer said quietly, a warning, carefully watching Iris’ reaction. She didn't know. She didn't know any of this. 

“Were you aware that your fiancee was having an affair with one of your students?” Emily pointed at a picture of a red-haired girl and a dirty blonde guy too close to be friends. Those images weren't blurred, on the contrary, the resolution was so fucking good that Iris wanted to burn her eyes out. “Did those study group sessions last a whole night sometimes?” 

Iris shook her head, standing up from the chair at once as she started pacing through the room.  

“How many times has he lied to you, Iris?” Emily carried on, ignoring Spencer's nagging at her side. “How many times did he say he was somewhere when he actually wasn't?” 

“You can stop.” Iris snapped, rubbing her eyes harshly as she tried to get a grip on herself. She couldn't. Not right now. She needed to get out. The room was too small and closed for her liking. “You think I'm trying to defend him?” She turned towards the BAU Agent with an edge to her tone. Iris didn't know whether she wanted to cry or scream. “I'm not. I have no reason to. This— What does this have anything to do with the blood on my fucking apartment door? You think my ex-fiance's infidelity is connected to someone who's threatening me? Or, better yet! To the mass poisoning that I thought is what you were here for. Why on earth are you asking me about Mark of all people?” 

“We think he might have a connection to Fabian and Meredith.”  

Both spun around to look at Spencer, who walked right into the line of fire. He was extremely uncomfortable with the tension rising each second, but he wasn't so sure it was wise to interrupt it. Emily was the one giving him a warning look now. 

She's not responsible for any of this. He tried to tell her with his eyes. He knew it from the start. Call it a gut feeling, but his intuition was 95% of the time correct, he wouldn't stop trusting his judgment now.  

Iris Valencia was innocent and he would make sure to dig out anything that proved that. 

“Reid.” 

“He may be targeting you and using the situation as a cover-up—” 

“Reid,” Emily insisted in exasperation just as someone barged into the room.  

A woman with long blonde hair held the door open, glaring at both of the Agents as Iris gave her a dumbstruck look. “Not another word, Iris.”  

“And who are you?” Emily straightened herself, eyes narrowing at the intruder interrupting their questioning. 

“Imogen Dawson.” The woman responded, crossing her arms. She was impatiently waiting for Iris to follow her, but she was stuck in the same corner of the room as if she had seen a ghost. “Iris's lawyer. She's coming with me."

Emily's brows shot up in recognition. She glanced at Spencer from the corner of her eye, mouthing "Dawson?"

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A/N: a little tension btw iris and emily (my favourite part to write because I love her playing bad cop in cases)  

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[terrence-silver]

What do *you* think Cash did to get himself suspended?

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I think it's probably as simple as him being so corrupt that his own colleagues and superiors couldn't keep covering it up and sending him on strategic 'paid leaves' and suspension was just about the only solution at hand.

Realistic and believable. 🤷‍♀️

Short answer being; man was a dirty cop. A very dirty one.

So much so that he made everyone else look bad from a standpoint of reputation and when there's such a large stain on law enforcement it is sometimes best to just shove the issue under the metaphorical carpet and sacrifice the worst and most noticeable offender of the bunch to avoid making everyone else in the establishment seem awful by association as well. So happens Cash could've been the most noticeable offender. Too big for his bosses to keep covering his ass.

As such, I think he did just about everything from employing excessive force, using and abusing the privileges of his badge, possibly injuring someone during arrests (perhaps even going as far as killing somebody) or confiscating drugs and weapons collected during crime raids and then selling them off to the highest bidder the next day, making a fair buck on black markets. I think the man was here pimping, dealing, blackmailing, smuggling, extorting, taking bribes, utilizing cruel interrogation methods, aiding and embedding criminals he was meant to be putting behind bars --- you name it, and I get the impression the problem got so big and impossible to ignore he had to be let go even though cops historically have the bad tendency to cover up the indiscretions of other cops, but in Cash's case, it just wasn't feasible anymore, and worst thing is, I don't figure Cash tremendously cared if it was feasible or not, which means he had to do a hell of a lot to get suspended in the first place and he didn't give that many hoots once it did happen seeing as how he was a police officer only in name and a cynical, hardened criminal in every other sense by then. It's no story of tragedy and woe. I literally think he was just a bad guy.

[jade-of-mourning]

guess whooooooo

so I don’t want to be agitating and I noticed you said you’ve been busy but I genuinely do not remember if I sent you an ask recently or if that was a dream?? so if I’ve been bugging you pls just ignore me I will not be offended 😭🙏🏼

the reason for my presence in your inbox today is because I was looking thru the mako tag and saw ur avatar mako snippet. I then began to experience Thoughts and decided you might enjoy if I shared them :33

what I’ve been thinking about is the possible dynamics of this au because. tragic backstory x avatar is something we didn’t quite get w korra because all her Avatar Trauma happened during the show. however,,, mako and bolin got that orphan swag

so for one I wanted to reference one of your older posts about mako and lin having a history across each other at an interrogation table. just imagine how she feels seeing the little brat (who she’s almost certain is zolt’s little prodigy) turn out to be the avatar who she now has to tolerate and work with to protect the city that never gave him shit.

and besides the early momboss and detectiveson feelings (linzin reconciliation?? kyalin reveal????) the other dynamic is just mako and republic city as a whole. this was actually kind of touched on in canon w how korra had to acclimate to the entirely different world of a revolutionizing industrial city, but instead it would be mako learning to cherish the streets that had chewed him up and spat him back out.

another reason this would be cool is bcuz it already happens in the show as well. despite mako’s character being completely abandoned after the love triangle, his becoming a cop kind of shows that he has grown to want to protect his city. being a police officer in the atla-verse means you have a real devotion to your city—under a boss like lin, you just get replaced realll quick if you don’t (eg, those two guys who pissed on mako when varrick framed him for domestic terrorism or whatever was going on there).

it also can’t be only for money, because if it was he would’ve gone back to probending; something he was just indifferent towards. anyway, what I’m trying to say is that somewhere offscreen he had that development in view as he grew to want to protect the city for more reason than that it would keep he and his brother safe. so essentially, in the avatar mako au, he goes through that development earlier, when he’s still a kid.

this would probably also affect his personality. if he was taken care of earlier on, he wouldn’t have stonewalled himself away out of distrust for the rest of the world. so basically he’s a snappy, sarcastic little bitch by canon because he never taught himself to bite his tongue or die—it also parallels him to korra (cough and katara cough) a bit more which I thought was nice.

I just totally lost my train of thought but uhhhhh,,, sorry for the long ask. hope you’re doing okay :)

much love

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HI SNAILON!! i'm sure you saw my very late response but yeah dw you did not hallucinate that ask kjsdffgkjfsdh

anyway!!! i'm enjoying your avatar mako thoughts so much omg. mako and bolin really do got that Orphan Swag:tm: and i do love a good trauma backstory avatar. (still no one could ever compare to korra but shh we all know she's the most superior avatar of all time in our hearts…)

woah i forgot to think about the potential of lin & mako's relationship in the context of the au as a greater entity. aughhhhafjkhafdhk she's probably be pissed as hell at the start; i feel like tiny avatar!mako is absolutely the stiff bitter kleptomaniac sort specifically designed to get on lin beifong's nerves like no one else and that would agiatate her SO MUCH. but i think that over time as she starts to see him for what he really is and sees a little more of the good in his heart, she'll… actually she'll still treat him pretty harshly because now she doesn't like that she sees herself in him, but she has a greater amount of empathy for him and in vulnerable moments, i think that she would actually turn out to be the adult figure that mako would be most willing to seek out, surprisingly.

also yes i'm really excited to explore how mako rekindles an actually kind relationship with this halfway awful city. i really want to steep it in culture and i think i'll project my experiences in taiwan onto it because it's such a place of all time. the idea of hole in the wall restaurants that could not possibly meeting the hygiene standards and the owners are tough and impersonal but also they're the most natural people to be around, and the food is the best you've ever tasted for the cheapest price possible as you hop from sagging overhang to sagging overhand, never sitting down for a full meal but something about the perpetual motion is so comforting. anyway. republic city taiwan allegory. just really want to write about that, roughly.

i agree about the point of cop!mako :P even though i have complicated feelings about his assumption of a role that had been one of the primary institutions that enforced the system of how he and bolin lived as kids, i also think that he views it as a twisted form of redemption for himself as a child that i frankly think he doesn't have to assume moral culpability for, but i also understand that it's the sort of tangible thing that i think a guy like him would need to ever feel worthy enough of living. i have a lot of thoughts about this that i will have to condense into actual words sometime later…

i'm a big fan of mako actually getting to express his salt. i think that canon mako (and bolin, to an extent) takes a great amount of effort to restrain the Absolute Heathen that he was raised as in order to fit in with this impossible to understand high class society. (it's actually a point i'm going to explore in the fic with this version!) but yeah i feel like there's a lot of carefully trained-out language and habits that must exist in both mako and bolin who are trying so hard to not be perceived as the children they were, because their public images are very dependent on the exterior that they put out to the world. they need to be passably proper to get a fanbase which might land them support from higher up people which might land them a sponsorship which might enable their team to actually rise above as underdog which might lead them to win the pot which might let them finally build a lives for themselves. anyway. honestly avatar!mako would absolutely be hypermonitored by tenzin about his vocabulary and habits (coughing at this excerpt i wrote some time back: "He forces his breath to settle in his chest and forces himself to be grateful that he doesn't have a cigarette that he can lose himself in; he doesn't need Tenzin catching one more of his bad habits to take away from him."). but i think that in the presence of korra who will piss him off SO MUCH he won't have the same qualms about trying to fit into high class society because he'll have settled into this actual protection and stability provided to him by adults for the past several years, and he'll allow himself more to slip back into cussing her out with the vehemence of a Trained Asshole. it'd be funny trust.

i dont think i enunciated that very well but i have also had many thoughts on language and habits that mako and bolin forced themselves to eject for the sake of their precarious position in society. i think that it's also an ingrained part of them that when they're older along in life and have more stability, i like to imagine that they might end up casually incorportating back because their lives don't depend on their manners LOL. older mako would be only half the foul-mouth that his younger self was but asami would still be extremely mortified tbh. and bolin would just be COMEDY ohh

[inkyweenus]

Post 8 edit: This has nothing to do with EP8, but I still stand by it.

I was kinda frustrated at first with how little actual plot information we've been getting each episode, but then I realized that if we got any semblance of a plan from Lu Guang, that would mean that Xiao Li would also probably get that information, and then he'd fuck up everything with sheer incompetence.

I mean... it's pretty much his fault that both of his partners are dead, and if it weren't for Qiao Ling reigning him in, he'd have done a lot more damage already. But she's reigning everyone in this season. Post 8 edit: I stand by this QL statement even more now. Although, because of the shitty subtitles, I'm not 100% sure if Wang Juan is actually dead yet.

Love that for Qiao Ling. But back to Xiao Li:

I have very little sympathy for him.

As a boss, he never gave his subordinate a day off. Not even to have a proper wedding. Or to care for his pregnant wife and unborn child. And after working Chen Bin several days in a row without even letting the man go home to sleep, XL was too caught up in getting some civilians to do his job that he didn't even notice CB leave the room during a time that he said himself everyone was to be on high alert. And we all know what happened after that.

And then after seeing his dead partner fall from the sky, XL was knocked out by random extras he knew would probably be afoot, rendering him incapable of doing anything while those civilians and some old people safely (?) apprehended the suspects.

(Okay, that one isn't fair. He was definitely in shock. But still.)

And then once he was conscious and back to work, he demanded the civilians continue to do his job for him, even though one was literally hooked into a hospital bed, because he's not even competent enough to look into cases that his former colleague-turned-evil and current antagonist was involved with during his downward spiral.

And then, he doesn't even wonder why some random unidentifiable witness only wants to talk to this civilian that shouldn't isn't publicly on the case but is essentially running it. XL just gives said civilian, who minutes before exited the scene of a double homicide while experiencing not only his own emotions but those of the child watching her mother (and almost brother) be beaten to death, a crash course on police interrogation and says, "Go get 'em, Tiger!"

And then, after losing his first trusted partner to a person who has proved capable of possessing anyone to do anything including kill themself and kill their friends, he established a whole buddy system to avoid people getting possessed and hurt but said his currently assigned partner was fine to go alone because he trusted her and she's "strong." Isn't that even more reason to not want her to potentially get possessed? It literally just happened to a cop you trusted, so it's not like the law makes them immune.

And then when his new partner, this civilian he can't stop traumatizing, and the person that has admitted on mic to be the one possessing people went missing after acting suspicious on camera AND MICROPHONE, he didn't even bother to call and notify the guard posted at the exit, who was also not part of this buddy system apparently. Like... Where did you think they were escaping from, the air vents?! This isn't a spy novel. And you left the one guy who's in charge of people coming in and out of the premise alone and totally out of the loop?? When one of the people involved is a former cop that people around here seem to kinda trust a bit?!

AND THEN he couldn't even catch the kid he put a tracker on, but this time he didn't even have to ask the civilians to do his job for him. They just heard that CaPtaIn XiAo was on the case and immediately jumped into action--evading police and hijacking vehicles to triangulate their partner's location by land and sea to prevent his capture

(at least for now... things can go south pretty quick and I'm just being dramatic while I wait for this episode to drop) Post 8 edit: Obviously things were going to get worse first. Would love some understandable subtitles to really know how much worse, though.

Or.

He's actually the bad guy and all of this was on purpose. I think I'd be okay with that.

[richardsphere]

Leverage Log: The Long Goodbye

So here we are, at the end of the line. Lets see how this story's original run ended. --- Oh we're stealing a cure for Sam's disease. And a picture of a Sam-aged child as well, give Nate the chance to fix his greatest failure. And just in case the audience didnt figure it out yet, Sophie spells it out to Hardison. --- Ok so the problem isnt the company, its the building they store stuff in being shared with FBI CIA and Interpol servers and everything is classified to high heaven. Also coms are being blocked.

Oh its the return of SuperAI, one of only 3 things they never defeated (alongside Sterling and the Supermarket chain as a whole). Sophie is going to book the theatre next door for her Macbeth play. Parker knows something is wrong when Nate doesnt go on a self-destructive rampage for this one.

Nate and Sophie kiss --- Back to the interrogation, we get a fake-out line (Nate is trying to convince his interrogater the con went South. or at least further South then it actually did)

Everything about this scene screams fake. And i mean both Nate and the Interrogator are lying. I've seen Nate fake enough hospitalbeds and interrogationrooms to know when one is being faked. ---

Nate reasuring Sophie that the play is part of the Con cause he knows its the secret to unlocking her powers.

They beat the steranko with the power of social engineering. --- Call back to the elevator clothing change in episode 1.

Hardison falls down the elevator. (remember, this is not what actually happened, this is the lie Nate is spinning to his interogator. Who disapointingly, isnt Sterling. Feels like he should be in the season finale) Cop carries a back-up around their knee and shoots Elliot (might have really shot him, but no way that standard cops carry shoeguns)

We're at the bridge and Parker Hardison and Elliot are dead in Flashback!Nate's memories.

Nate and sophie pull a Thelma and Louise and try the bridge-jump, car stalls on the bridge. --- Interrogation, Nate slams the table with his fists. Interrogator claims the identity of Hardison Parker and Elliot have been confirmed from the bodybags. (not like we havent faked a corpse ID before).

She leaves him, she goes to verify Elliot definitly got shot but no way a tiny shoegun is gonna beat kevlar.

She thinks they entered through the elevator shaft (my guess: they didnt, elevator is their exit. The CCTV footage of elliot getting shot is a fake) and feigned a roof access with the balloon.

Their real goal is the data on the server as well, or at least its a side-goal. (not saying nate gave up on the cure, but the cloud itself?) Interrogator admits its not a hospital room, asks what told Nate. He goes full Sherlock.

Flashback shows Parker hacking into servers (cause of course). Turns out apparently she did break in through the elevatortunnel (i still say thats a getaway, must've been a third entrance im not thinking of.) Did i just notice a shot from within a vent during Sterlings entrance? Parker is watching. --- Wait is Nate stealing the 2008 financial crisis? Thats what they're stealing. The ultimate "and the adventure continues"storyhook.

"Justice or Order, and one day you're going to have to make that choice". 9/10, guess that Interogator isnt Nate's mark Jim is, he's priming him to betray Interpol.

Turns out this is the real reason they moved to Portland. Nate had Hardison track down the weakest link in the cloud so they could steal the cloud. They're stealing THE CLOUD, and making it look credible.

The lock is biometric. But its also a STERANKO, Parker and Hardison couldnt crack it, so they're tricking Jim into opening it to get to Parker who isnt in there. The rest of the team is alive and pretending to be Interpol. Jim just opened their doors. If the file only entered the server now that means they're stealing it now otherwise they'd have mistimed the entire heist (and they're too good at that) --- Thats a convincing fake Hardison... but Jim sees through it instantly.

Sophie didnt go on stage (of course she didnt), which means she was the one performing when Investigator went to the theatre. Nate was Shooty GunGuy. Parker entered as a detective (the ballon was real) I maintain the elevator is their exit.

Anyone reached by phone was Sophie, (im stupid for not realising that sooner) I was right (they faked a failed heist to get Jim to open the servers). I was also right about the tunnels being the exit not the entry. Interrogator thinks our heroes will escape in the audience, they're actually actors.

Jim isnt stupid, "now we're even, tell Sophie to drive carefully"

"actually, Justice is always easy". Simple line, 8.75/10 --- Nate is gonna propose.

"you have always had my back... Now, be on my side" great line. 10/10.

"Did you steal it?" "No... but I'll steal the first aniversary ring" Nate knows he's fucked up, (seriously Nate, you're better then this.)

And we get an answer to the "Sophie's real name" mystery. (Laura, except it isnt) --- And we're back to the Original Leverage Speech, given by Parker (affirming my suspicion that she was Nate's successor.)

--- Good season finale. Nate is alive, Leverage International is a thing? (i dont actually know what it means, but i think i'll see when we get to the reboot series) and the adventure continues.

Gonna get myself a little break for now. But will definitely go for the sequel series at some point in the (probably very near) future.

[ninjastormhawkkat]

The Fall of Fair City - Chapter 10

"WHAT!" Dr. Two Brains and Becky exclaimed in angry outrage. "I can't believe they would hold you responsible for something you obviously did not do." Becky spoke as she gestured her arms in an upset fashion. "I know right." Two Brains exclaimed, just as agitated as his daughter. "The people of this city should know well by now that my crimes involve stealing cheese. If I destroy anything it's either cheese related, something that threaten's mice, or something that would hurt you in civilian mode." He exclaimed with pride. "Exactly! The storage unit was still standing when I took the Learnerer to jail. Plus you were still bruised from that machine hitting you by coincidence." Becky did not notice during her rant how her dad flinched at that last statement. "Also you were home the whole time last night and there was no way you could have gone back there without me hearing it and waking me up." Two Brains nodded in agreement. "These people don't have anything on me. It's all just hogwash and false claims to probably make themselves feel better about not having the "real culprit"." Two Brains spoke as he turned his gaze to focus back on the news broadcast. "There is no way I will let this injustice slide dad. Come on Bob." Becky spoke with fierce determination. Dr. Two Brains gave a sigh as his expression became calmer. He was mad his name was used for a crime he sure he would have remembered committing but didn't, yet it wasn't a good idea for him to retaliate with pettiness which would further convince the people of this lie."Yeah well I'll deal with it later kiddo so for now don't try to get so worked up and barge into.." Two Brains stopped talking when he heard a very familiar wooshing sound and found he was all alone in the living room sans a child and monkey. "And she's gone." Two Brains spoke with a deadpan expression and slightly annoyed tone. Wordgirl didn't know what to expect went she super sped towards the science department where she assumed the owners would still be today. In all honesty Becky was still emotionally wound about the news broadcast. Sure her dad was the top supervillain of this city. But they had no clue he had gotten hurt in a scheme that wasn't even his own. It just wasn't fair to the guy. Wordgirl appeared swiftly in the meeting room where the owners were talking with the police commissioner and some other cops, surprising the occupants, though she herself was taken aback a little when District Attorney Sally Botsford was also there. "Wordgirl? What are you doing here?" The commissioner asked puzzled. Wordgirl crossed her arms as she spoke in her usual heroic tone that was this time laced with restrained anger. "I'm here because I needed to speak to the owners about their claims from the news broadcast this morning. I was able to find you with my super hearing." Becky clears her throat to make her message clear and concise. "I'm here to say that Dr. Two Brains is innocent of destruction in that storage unit and it was impossible for him to be responsible for the crime." All of the occupants looked disappointed and doubtful of Wordgirl's claim except for Mrs. Botsford who gave an agreeing smile. "Look Wordgirl. Dr. Two Brains was there as confirmed from out interrogation with The Learnerer. We also have confirmation from The Learnerer that Dr. Two Brains knew how to break in and avoid tripping off alarms plus associating documents that the villain had worked here in the past. There is also the notion that Dr. Two Brains was unhappy being here. That shows us Two Brains had the means and motivation for destroying the storage unit last night." The Police Commissioner stated aloud. Wordgirl frowned angrily, trying her best to keep some composure. "Well The Learnerer should have also told you that coming here was his scheme and not Dr. Two Brains'. Plus If he was upset about being there, he would have cheesed or gooped the place as per his usual standards, not cause senseless destruction." @melodythebunny @dualnaturedscientist

[osirian-rises]

Facts about Anubis House Season One

Alfie is allergic to dogs (Nina said she had allergies with cats, but was seemingly fine during the black cat episodes, so that was likely her best ever lie)

Mick calls Mara Maraculous

Even though Mick knew next to nothing about Nina going to the attic the first time (Because he both wasn’t involved like Jerome, Alfie, and Patricia, and because he chose not to show to the midnight meeting) he still chose to stick up for her during the party interrogation. 

Nina had guinea pigs when she was five names Bubbles and Squeak (Or she was joking)

Patricia made up serious lies for attention, likely because Piper was getting most of the families’ attention. She also once seriously believed Victor to be a vampire.

Nina knows how to pick locks.

Amber calls Anubis House “Creepy Towers”.

Patricia and Jerome were the only early Sibuna members (Season One) to not have to be initiated. (Yes Jerome counts because even though he stopped participating as much, he still knew everything.) Even Alfie had to be initiated, even though he only learned of Sibuna after being poisoned. This likely means the only exemption from the initiation (Before they stopped doing it in seasons after) was literally being kidnapped by Rufus Zeno.

During the scene where Alfie returns home from the hospital after drinking the false elixir of life, you can see that Patricia’s party popper fails to work twice.

Before the play, when Nina and Fabian are looking out at the crowd through the curtain, you can see Rufus walk right past Victor.

When Nina is leaving the play to get the puzzle pieces, she runs like the cop from Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs.

Originally, Fabian says the combination for the safe is 3357. Then Nina enters this number wrong, putting it in as 335577. This is a continuity error though, because she has the paper he wrote the combination down on, so she shouldn’t have gotten it wrong. (They should have just wrote it as her forgetting the paper and combination.

During this scene there is another possible continuity error, as while digging through Victor’s drawers, Nina finds the weights with the groups name’s on them, but these were actually shown a few episodes early, on scales in the basement, when the group were looking for the elixir. It doesn’t make much sense for Victor to have moved them to the office either, besides to be found by Nina.

Multiple students refer to Victor as having a pointy face.

Shooting mishap. During Season One Episode Twenty-Two, Fabian sits on the island in the kitchen, then jumps off. You can clearly see the island move.

When Jerome fakes sleep to see if Alfie is sneaking off, you can just barely notice his eye moving when Alfie whispers his name.

According to Victor, Amber has tried out multiple “fad” diets.

Plot hole, there are seven accolades, but nine corresponding students including Nina and Joy, who both have disks with their names. You may think Joy is also getting the eternal life, but close ups of the scales in earlier episodes actually show her disk on a scale with Eric Sweets. And then in close ups from the prom episode, Joy’s disk is with Victor’s. This also means that Joy’s dad was totally okay with being immortal, even if his daughter wasn’t.

[castle-dominion]

5x4 murder he wrote

these girls are amazing I love them my gal is just watching the clock RC: But there will be plenty of that this weekend GIRL SHUSH his whispers are great KB: (sigh) Wow, Castle. Thank you for reminding me that I’m lying to a bunch of people that I really care about so I don’t get fired on an ethics violation ‘cause I’m dating you.

KR, v loud: Hey Castle! RC: *there is no meme for the face I am thinknig of* Ryan's outfit "her boyfriend" "give uss sss ss something!"

Wow hella nice place

JE: Why would Beckett be holding out on us? KR, sounding genuine: Maybe there’s something wrong with the guy. Maybe he’s bad news. ((They care abt her)) JE, using it as an excuse: Well, then as her partners, it’s our obligation to find out who this guy is. KR: And what kind of partners would we be if we didn’t? Her safety could be at stake. JE: Exactly, and with no active murder case going on, I say we use this time to find him. ((They also,, just are curious lol))

KB: So uh, are you rich or smth? Holy this place is huge & nice

What's up with her though? Is she ok? complete privacy? already poured himself a drink? Wow she's tanned this episode.

UGH THE MUSIC IS SO SO GOOD Ooh becket, wowie

HOLY CRAP THIS MAN IS BLEEDING & DROPPING SAND I mean of course, this is a murder show Hey I only just noticed, we didn't get a teaser

I like Brady. What kind of arrangement? She's hot enough ig? & I'm sure castle had met this police chief fellow before

Watch a lot of cop shows do we? Shapiro?

becks is maaaad

castle is going into crime solving mode XD

Nice wooden table, reminds me of the altar in my fnmi church

they just want to have sex but they love the story they want justice lmao the party was killer XD

Green screen it looks like

[10:48, INT. PRECINCT, AUTOPSY – DAY] [Ryan and Esposito follow Lanie around her lab.] LP: Beckett’s boyfriend? Don’t you two have something better to do? JE: Actually, no. ((like balancing the egg)) KR: We figured Beckett must have started up with the guy during her suspension. JE: A pretty emotional time for her. I bet she needed a shoulder to lean on. KR: An ex. JE: It would explain why she’s too embarrassed to tell us who it is. It makes her look weak. KR: We’re thinking the most likely scenario is that it was the last guy that she was with. JE: Dr. Joshua Davidson. KR: Mm-hmm. JE: It’s him, isn’t it? LP: Okay, I get that you don’t have a life, Javi, but you’re married, Kevin, so what’s your excuse? KR: I— LP: Whoever Beckett’s boyfriend is, is none of your business. JE: Come on, Lanie. You must know who it is. She went back to Josh, didn’t she? LP: Is this how you interrogate people? ‘Cause you ain’t doing nothing but pissing me off. ((I love her)) [Esposito reels his expression back in.] LP: Now I don’t know who it is, and I respect Beckett’s privacy, but I do know it’s not Josh, because he’s been in the Amazon setting up free clinics for the last year. JE: Are you sure about that? [Lanie gives him an annoyed look.] KR: I think she’s sure. JE: Yeah. [Ryan’s cell rings.] KR: Hey, Castle. Yeah, I’m gonna put you on speakerphone so you can weigh in on this. ((brings castle into their convo instead of whatever castle was calling for initially)) RC: (on speaker phone) Weigh in on what? KR: (on speaker phone) Well, we’re in the morgue with Lanie trying to figure out who Beckett’s boyfriend is. ((So becks knows that her partners apparently try to look into her personal life, & even try to get castle in on it. The boys totally could have used the excuse that since she wasn't telling them they were mildly concerned)) [Beckett straightens up in her chair in fear.] LP: (on speaker phone) I have nothing to do with this nonsense. [Lanie walks off and hits Esposito on her way out.] RC: Yeah, until you’re bagging their mangled bodies when Beckett finds out. [Beckett smirks.] JE: (on speaker phone) Pfft. Like we’re afraid of Beckett. (chuckles) [Beckett purses her lips.] KR: (on speaker phone) Besides, how’s she gonna find out? [Beckett grabs for the phone angrily, but Castle snatches it off of the base first before she can blow their secret.]

poison with a gun lmao

that is like,, magenta not blood red-- wait nvm castle not normal to say! You could have said "It must be hard to be the last one to see him alive, are you doing ok?"

Yeah he barely needed to pressure her at all lol

so right, he is NOT close friends with the chief

hooker friend XD & now rick has another arrest on his record.

oh no this poor guy hasn't worked homicide before...

Making a deal! Nice! two hours in here? "relax" lmao He's going to learn how to solve homicides!

Oh no, if the precinct finds out... that would be less than good

bad coffee or good coffee?

He does indeed have friends in robbery, this is a plot point that has been mentioned before

KB: Why are you even helping them? are they trying to find a ship name? Yeah we know their ship name. (tho consistency is nice. I personally prefer kevenny over kevjen & esparish over esplanie, & rickate is fine but caskett is better... you should see my table/chart of ship names lol.)

lol just deputy jones <3 (what if it was him?)

in the ocean FOR 20 mins?

they are so hot for each other I love this meth guy lol he is crazed out

A red shark with red eyes? reminds me of that holmes novel with the LERNER I KNOW THAT NAME

Oof all that rope

I keep forgetting non-natives usually don't use "deadly" Oh wow I just googled it & apparently it is also used by australian aboriginals too, not just us up here in canada & probably the rest of north america, (but probs only english speaking parts in the americas)

Love how the police chief is just sitting there while these two are doing most of the interviewing

Group therapy? Or weight loss

exactly from 8.30 to 10?

It's going to be the chief himself lol Castle's face when he heard that name

Oh hey Sal! We know sal!

No contacting vinnie the scar! *cut to vinnie toasting salud* Yeah a surprising amount of people can't cook This has been a great way to slip into it

VC: Ooh, see, that’s the difference between Castle and me. You’ve had my complete attention since I’ve been here, sweetheart. RC: Whoa, whoa. Watch it, Vinnie. Don’t make me have to do to you what someone did to your neighbor. VC: Oh, you heard about that, huh? RC: Heard about it? The guy ended up in my pool!

castle no you went too far! You should have given a different route! You also maybe could have offered him to take home his leftovers even though the evening went poorly & you could have said you hoped time would heal this bump in the road.

solving murders is like foreplay for them. I say this about detective murdoch & doctor ogden too

Give him some linguine to make things up... Outing them is a good threat "He said he already ate" she probably heard the convo hun

Ooh nice place there! All dirty & gross! Flashlights! No vests. Also turn your phone on silent idiot sounds to me like the place is going to blow up heavy door...

WHO'S THAT? GOSH THEY HAVE A GUN Holy crap they took him down! Gosh ryan went in that direction & probs didn't see this individual here, thank goodness esposito came in right after & knocked him Wow ryan is yelling. & the other guy is just still there? & espt leaves him? wait no he takes the gun Wearing a lot of stuff rn. ppe But dang they are coughing a ton. ryan mr ex drug cop

He used to do what? Cook the books? I forget what he did & idk what that means naked by the pool? they switched places, now the one trying to be sexy & is the one worried about the murder "exactly" he says about the murder & drug case & then pulls her close

Ryan & esposito look pretty but I'm not interested in taking a pic, I'm tired maybe I will clip this tho bc the way ryan stops in front of espt ooh

Good to have your lawyer making back to making crank lol ryan is so good in this interrogation I love love it whu what do you mean girlfriend? Hey! Hey! I’ll ask the questions here,

brown but almost blonde nowadays, & I think her eyes might be hazel body type? Hot. That's how ryan knows it's beckett lol. KR: Son of a gun

KR, sitting chill, feet up (so we get to see his nice shoes): You were right, Castle. Franklin was using his helicopter to move meth to the Hamptons. Looks like you blew this case wide open. Guess you can get back to your writing now, huh? & then kate in the room frantic & "are you still there?" RC: Uh, what else did Aaron Lerner say? Did he say anything else about… anything else? KR: Oh, you know, the usual. “I didn’t do it. You got the wrong guy.” I’m pretty sure he told me everything he knows. He is SO toying with them KR, smug smile still on his face: Yeah. Good luck with the writing. *hangs up immediately*

why did he go to open the door & then,, close it? Good. But why are you telling them? Oh honour of being at the arrest

Ooh he has his gun out! Nice! I'm lucky! & plot armour

I mean, yeah, these knots are the way they go. Knots are the same. The only difference would be maybe left handed vs right handed. Oh the knot wasn't the right knot, nvm

I called it! It was the chief! OR NOT HOLY CRAP I mean... yeah *hides behind beckett* BRADY TOOK A SHOT! RC: Sorry about the whole “accusing you of murder”…still buddies? Brady: Yeah...

toast to you! Oh now they are waiting for him to leave. Hot tip "Well I shouldn't keep you, we'd better let you go, but let me walk you to the door"

Oh crap I forgot I was going to mention it's neat to have fbi contacts & we get to see ppl making use of these contacts

(also ryan's shirt looks like it was not ironed... I hate ironing & think that we as a society should stop caring about wrinkles, I just think it is an interesting fact)

JE: Well, the case in the Hamptons has been solved, but the case of the secret boyfriend remains open. Turns out Beckett’s FBI ex has been stationed in Europe for six months. KR: Huh. JE: What? You got anything? [Ryan turns around to face Esposito, and leans back in his chair, considering for a moment.] KR: Nah. No, I was just thinking, maybe we should drop it. [Esposito’s brow furrows in surprise.] KR: You know, let Beckett’s private life stay private. JE: What, you mean give up? (scoffs) A real detective never gives up on a case, bro. KR: You know it’s not a real case, right? JE: You’re gonna tell me what a real case is? KR: Uh, last time I checked, it’s when there was a murder. JE: Oh, there’s been a murder all right. Your spirit. KR: Wow. [They grab their coats and head out.] JE: Your dignity, too. KR: Huh. Well, you know what, just for that, the first round’s on you. JE: Yeah, good luck with that. [They greet a co-worker passing by.] JE: Bruce. KR:Bruce.

Ah bruce. Name for this guy now.

the story is not the hardest part... I mean sometimes it is... the idea at least is easiest. Sometimes making the story make sense is hard. But then it's the sitting down & working that is the hardest part. the music Lots of candles too, I hope they are not too close bc she has hair oh gosh they are on the bedframe what if they have rigorous sex & it makes them fall? I mean they could be into wax play ig...

cute af & I'm even 20 minutes early!

[wordsbymae]

I have a new oc. It’s cop/deputy x civilian reader. I have many ideas on how I want them their relationship to be at first (they met during high school), but yeah. They live in a small town. He leaves to go into the military then to police academy and then he comes back. Reader has never left the town because she preferred to live a quiet and tranquil life. That’s until the Yandere comes back and is definitely those cop assholes. He just harassing her, pulling her over, interrogating her, etc etc for no reason at all. To her he’s still trying to bully her like he had in high school when in reality he wants her (since high school) but to him if she dosen’t go out her way to talk to him then she must’ve no feelings for and that pisses him off. But he’s not only an asshole to her but everyone else as well but maybe not to the extent he does for her. That’s until it’s the town’s fair and (not sure what the context it is but for the sake of it please go along with it :) she has to distract him for her friend to be able to leave the scene. So he’s waiting at the front of their commission booth to harass her yet again, but she comes back to looking wildly different. Dress is higher up, buttons pop (cleavage is very much out there) and there’s this beckoning look in her eyes, as if she’s a siren trying to seduce him (she is). And she cruisers right in front of him, bending slightly front and give him a look into her dress. He’s looking around and behind him, to both check to see it’s him she’s displaying herself for and nobody is noticing what’s going on. She hates him right? So what’s this? He’s nor shameful or subtle about checking her out. In his defense, this is for him right? He might as well enjoy it. To have his utter divine attention she’s flirts with him, praising him. Rubbing her hands up and down his arms “oh my~you must workout, because oh how strong you feel” (proceeds to flex under her hand) “yeah, couple times a week.Gotta keep the body strong, who else is going to there to protect you” and for him she finds herself in a state of uncontrollable giggles. Usually this type of stuff wouldn’t work on him, but watching him eating out of the palm of her hand, feels a bit too easy. Behind his shoulder her friend is signally to her to move him to the back (the back is where the forest is). Reader shyly tells the Yandere “oh something not working, and I couldn’t find any other big and strong men to help me” and without question follows her to the back. In her mind hes going to “help” fix the thing maybe make out with her a bit and that would be all. On the other hand, he’s walking into those woods to fuck. I mean, how dumb can he possibly be, she was obviously giving him the signs that she interested in him, but to want to be somewhere dark and secluded she’s dosen’t need to express herself any further, he understands and can’t wait to deliver! The find is perfectly fine and after what seems to be her fifth “are you sure” he gets up and looks as if he’s ready to leave. That’s until he throws himself on her. She’s surprise at first but goes along with it. Very heated. That’s until she’s feels him dry humping like a dog in heat. He open more of her dress to suck and bite on her tits. At this point she complete forgot her entire mission and is immense in the electric pleasure that’s coursing through her. He wanted to fuck her, so badly, but… he’s utter adoration and obsession for her clouded hs mind. He finds himself under her dress, her panties dangling off from her ankle, her right leg thrown on top of his shoulder and he’s eating her out as if he would perish if he dosen’t do so. There’s more to this scene, but I’ll leave it up to you :)Afterwards, he managed to convince himself they are in a relationship. She thought it was quick and done deal, and that’s when she finds out it’s not so easy. and for his name I wanted a name that when you read you would immediately think “yup that’s definitely a name a country asshole would have” like I have Hunter, Brock, Colton, Randal (Randy for short), Cyrus,Gunner, Mack, Tanner.

Autumn, you gotta stop reading my mind. please it's invading my privacy. but no seriously how did you know. how did you know this has been my secret fantasy like forever. it has to be those brown deputy uniforms too, you know the ones from the movies and they are almost always set in the 50's/60's/70's? that stupid brownish deputy uniform does something to me and I'm obsessed. Also, it is so crazy how American movies and tv shows influence other countries, because when I imagine a situation like this it's about us deputies (stupid uniform) and suddenly I'm in America? and then I spend a whole 10 minutes making up a plausible reason for me being there and then I forget about the hot steamy romance I was going to create and then get sidetracked researching sheriffs in Australia (i didn't think we had any but we do! they look after the courts).

anyway, that's not the point the point is that I want to be pulled over by a cocky deputy, with a porn moustache! who's had a crush on me since school but didn't know how to show it so instead he pulled my hair and pinched my cheeks (and flipped up my skirts) like a total dick head and I thought I was finally safe with him gone but then he comes back? and he pulls me over all the time?? and constantly harassing me.

he thinks he's being so obvious too, he thinks he's flirting. he thinks that he's almost courting you. why else would he always pull you over and brag about being the best deputy in town for 20 minutes before letting you off with a warning? and he would be so pervy and gross too. he's leaning into the car through the window looking straight down your shirt and he's smirking like a dick while he talks down to you, about how pretty ladies shouldn't be driving, and how you should be more focused on your "lady things" like the home and makeup and playing dress up. and then he's saying shit about how it's gonna be a ticket that's far too expensive even though you didn't do anything wrong and then your panicking cause thats a whole month's rent (or food if you don't rent) but don't panic cause he's got a solution! then he's being all gross saying how if you help him out with a little problem he'll forget all about the ticket and you're so confused about what problem he's talking about until he runs a hand from your neck down to your chest and you're pushing him away before he can squeeze and you're snatching the ticket from him while he just laughs and he tells you to sleep on it and come back when you need him (you don't).

Oh yeah! he's a resident asshole. it doesn't help he's arresting any guy he thinks looks at you too long and aggravating people into making the first swing so he can arrest them for assaulting an officer. I like thinking the reader is a waitress and he always comes in for his break and he's such a sleaze. he'll run his palm from your back to the round of your ass and then back up while your leaning over collecting plates, and he'll refuse to tip if you make a fuss. he's constantly staring at your cleavage when you bend over. he'll pinch the back of your thighs just under where your uniform ends while you're taking his order, you tried standing a bit away but he just gets shitty so when you do stand closer to get him to stop his rant on the disrespect he's being shown he puts his whole hand up your skirt to your ass so it's better to let him get away with the pinching, he's slapping your ass when you walk by and he's calling you sickly sweet pet names from across the room asking where he's food at. He won't even tip well and say shit like if you want the rest you should meet him round the back and earn the rest with real work or he's tipping far too much but saying that you can pay him back by letting him drive you home. and you'll say no, but he'll wait anyway till the end of your shift ( a whole 4 hours later!) and he's coercing you into his car and then he's making dirty jokes the whole way home and asking if you have a boyfriend and telling you to wear your hair a certain way next time he's in cause he likes it like that. just general dick head shit.

and I'm loving this fair idea! maybe she's distracting him from her friend or even a brother who is being wanted by the law and the deputy thought they saw them in the crowd so he's marching through the fair trying to find them so the reader is like well shit I gotta distract them. and what better way to do it than pull up their dress and open a button or two. and he's winded. he's barreling around a corner thinking he sees the criminal when he comes face to face with his pretty lady (his words not mine). she looks a bit different, she always looks lovely but she looks like she's dripping with sin. he can just see the lace of her bra sitting out from her dress. he can hardly talk as she's complimenting him, cooing and fawning all over him. he regains himself when she's grabbing his upper arm and he can't help but start bragging about how strong he is, have to be when you deal with criminals it must be so scary it is, for others but not for a real man like him. you're so brave just doing his duty ma'am. someone has to protect pretty little ladies like you.

you start to lead him in the complete opposite direction of your friend (big brain idea, the reader is Leroy's (or even clem's) sister and thats why she needed to distract him for the deputy, maybe not, but I can totally see her still not being a criminal but being a lot like her mum and being clement's absolute angel and I think it would be funny a family get together and clement and Leroy just starring down this cop). any way! you start leading him in the opposite direction and he starts talking about his time in the military and all his daring dos in the police force. you're then saying that your car broke down over near the woods and you need a big strong man to fix it (he puffs his chest out for that one) he practically drags you in the direction she pointed, desperate for you to see how helpful and strong he was.

I think it would be funny that he is 100% convinced that this is gonna end with his dick inside her. he doesn't mind which hole but he's been dreaming of this moment forever and it's gonna happen tonight. reader, on the other hand, is relieved her friend got out and is now thinking of an excuse to get rid of him. he very very quickly fixes the car, nothing was wrong with it of course but he played it up saying the car would be ruined if you left it or it would cost hundreds if you took it to a mechanic and of course, the reader is still playing the damsel in distress and mistakenly said the one thing he's been dying to hear. "how can I ever repay you?". he's pushing her up against the car and practically grinding into her, he's ripping the buttons of her dress off and falling to his knees and the reader doesn't even have a chance to say anything before he shoves his mouth onto her clit and making a mess of his face. she can only stand there one leg over his shoulder, holding his hair trying to quiet her moans.

after it's done and she's trying to not fall onto her face and he's standing up and wiping his mouth she's expecting him to leave but he's moving her to the back of the car and lifting her onto the tray and then he's rutting into her while standing and shes splayed over the tray dress open and body revelled wholly to him, and she's seeing double stars, she can't do much while he's squeezing her breasts and harshly gripping her thighs. cause I'm a slut he takes her undies afterwards and gives her a wink saying ill see you soon. after that, he thinks they're dating and he refuses to let her walk to work, instead, he pulls outside her house forcing her into the car to drop her off at work and then he's waiting outside to drive her home. it's concerning since he shouldn't know when her shifts are since they change every week. it wouldn't be too bad if he didn't take detours down lovers lane where he then shoves his hands up her skirts while kissing her neck while she leans away and tries to push his hands away, it never works and she always ends up going home without her undies (he's gotta bit of a kink).

okay okay, I see those names and I raise you, Bo or Wyatt. I do love Colton (colt) or randy or hunter. man, I cannot pick. There's a reason Eli is my only oc with a name I picked.

hope you liked it! ignore anything you don't like! lots of love mae xx

[ifliamsmile]

Under Gotham’s Sky - Dick Grayson Imagine || Part 5

Part 4 Part 6

Pairing: Dick Grayson x Reader

Notes: Hey! Part 5 just arrived! What are you guys thinking about Under Gotham’s Sky so far? Thank you for getting along 💕

Warning: Spoilers for season 03

Your captain, Violet, you and a bunch of cops waited for answers coming from the ones on the helicopter.

“Captain, unfortunately Red Hood ran, the shot hit Nightwing and-“

Everyone listened to it carefully and in silence until the call declined and you stopped seeing the woods on the TV.

Your chest felt heavy. As if someone had dropped a ton of bricks on top of you, cutting the air from reaching your lungs.

“And what?! Violet try to reestablish communication!”

You said, desperately, with your hands on the desk. How could you take this professionally? Dick just got shot in the woods.

Violet looked at you static

"NOW!"

You screamed. You had no time to be diplomatic now.

“Got no success, Detective.”

Violet said reluctanctely, knowing you too well to know it would break you down and you took a deep breath, closing your eyes and supporting your body with your hands on the desk.

You needed to think straight in this moment, you were the only one who could do something to help him now.

“Damn!” You cursed “I want all of the units on 68 meters at north right now. Red Hood and Jonathan Crane are out there, I want them both in jail. Go!”

You ruled and all of your cops left in their units.

“Detective. As soon as Nightwing appears, he must be interrogated. After all, he kidnapped Jonathan Crane and he must be arrested, I mean.. if he’s still alive at all”

You listened to your captain coming closer for you from behind as she spoke If he’s still alive? How could she consider his death an option?

“Nightwing must be alive.”

You answered her harshly turning to face her. You couldn’t say you were having your best self-control right now.

“Excuse me?! Detective Y/n, are you taking this personally?”

She faced you and you massaged your temper, closing your eyes and trying to reestablish yourself.

“I’m sorry, captain. What I mean is, if we arrest Nightwing, we lose their help, we also lose our track on Redhood. You arrest him and GCPD will be lonely again.”

You tried to make things make sense so she would give up on the idea of arresting him.

“Humpf. Let’s see” she answered, still mad at you and leaving your side.

Dick didn’t deserve to be defended in this moment, if you were alone with him you’d be giving him a monologue about how stupid he was.

Thinking about this, your heart ached. What if he wasn’t alive like she said?

You felt like you could cry at any moment.

There were only one way to know if Dick arrived on the Manor without warning the Police.

The titans. Especifically one Titan.

And you knew you should call him, so you dialed the number.

“Hey, Gar Logan on the Line! Who’s speaking?”

A cheering voice spoke through the phone after two calls.

“Gar, it’s Detective Y/L/N”

You answered, not so cheearing as he was.

“Oh. Hey, detective. Did something happen?”

His tone turned serious when he noticed and in some minutes, you explained him everything. Since when you found out who Red Hood was to Dick getting shot by accident.

“How could Dick get himself into this..”

He said

“That's the Dick Grayson kind of thing, Gar. But listen carefully, I need you call me at any sight of him. You hear me? I will wait for your call, if it’s morning and he doesn’t show up, I’ll start the searches myself.”

“Right, detective.”

————

“You sure you don’t wanna eat anything?”

Violet appeared on your desk.

“No, Vi. Thank you”

You answered, almost automatically, looking at your phone's screen and waiting for news.

“You sure? All you had during all the day was a coffee.”

“Yep. Totally sure”

You gave her a little smile. She was definitely worried about seeing you like this.

“Hey, he’s alive. He’ll show up soon”

She whispered so only you could hear. Violet knew Nightwing’s identity. Only both of you on GCPD knew.

“He has to.”

You spoke and your voice was choked. The affliction of not knowing if Dick would come back was killing you inside little by little.

————

More than 6 hours and nothing. Almost everyone on the police department had already left and you stood there, waiting for Gar’s call and ready to act if some bad new came.

Please, Dick, find your way back home.

5:50a.m

It was morning already. Your eyes started closing unconsciously, when you were about to fall asleep, your phone rang and you immediately, like a flash, answered the call.

“Detective Y/L/N. He’s here.”

It was Gar. You closed your eyes thanking god for this. Dick was home.

“I’m on my way, gar.”

You left GCPD driving your black car and you could swear you had never drove so fast like you were doing right now.

The Manor seemed as far as It has never been, but in some minutes, you got there. Stopping by the front door as you left the car almost running.

You got into the Manor and followed to the Cave, where you knew they’d be. You couldn’t contain how desperate you were to see how Dick were.

When you got in the door of the cave in a awkwardly and desperately way, you could see him and the titans rounding him, just as they noticed your presence and turned to see you.

Dick’s eyes landed on you as yours were already on him, as you stood there without moving, static.

He was alive, although by just a little, he might not be.

He had a gunshot some centimeters by the side of his heart. Dried blood painted the area, he looked a mess.

You took in a shaky breath, swallowing down the sadness but the tears were already on your eyes.

Dick faced you, in silence, you didn’t look so good this time, as if you hadn’t sleep all the night and your eyes shined because of the tears.

The titans observed the tension within you both and Dove spoke.

“Guys, shall we let them alone?”

She gently led them all out of the cave but your eyes stood locked into each other.

You walked until him to make sure he was there, you need to be sure he wasn’t a fantasy, that he was alive and it was real.

When you got closer to him, you stopped, observing every detail and bruise he had, but god knows how happy you were for him being alive.

“You’re looking terrible”

A single eye ran through your cheek as you spoke and Dick managed to give you a little, shy smile.

“You don’t look so bad yourself”

“I..” you started to speak “I should probably clean this and give some stitches.”

You looked for a needle and gauze. Took off your overcoat, put your hair in a ponytail and put on some gloves, starting to clean his wound.

While you both were on silence, Dick’s eye wandered by you, observing every detail that he missed now that you were close.

Not in the way he wanted, but still close. Watching you, so painfully, made him know how much he would do anything in the world so he could touch you again.

“It’s bad, Dick..more 10 centimeters and you wouldn’t be here”

You finished the suture.

“I almost got him”

He said and you couldn’t believe he was being serious.

“You’re not listening, Richard! You scared me! You got out on your own and got shot, this is not okay!”

You lost your control, raising your voice. How couldn’t he understand how dangerous it was?

“You have an obsession by self-destruction and it’s certainly NOT okay!”

“I didn’t want to put you in danger”

He said, quietly, looking at you and thinking how to make you calm down. You looked like in the first night that he appeared on the Manor with his Robin suit wrecked and full of bruises.

“Bullshit, Grayson! Do not act alone, those were the orders! I can’t stand like this seeing you seek death like this!”

You spoke with so much anger that you didn’t register the globs of tears blurring your vision. Your eye flitted to the ceiling to keep the tears from coming, but it helped nothing, tears were already coming down like a waterfall.

“Hey, Y/n, I’m here now”

“You’re a selfish idiot, because you were there again trying to die alone when I was doing everything I could to bring you back!”

You sobbed. Shooking your head confused and mad.

“God, I’m so mad at you know, Dick, because..” you breath “Because I don’t know what I’d do if something happened to you.”

Tears blurred his vision, he knew you were there taking care of him even thought you felt like kill him for what he did right now.

So without saying a word, Dick pulled you to his arms and you cried like a kid, he held your face between his hands and kissed your cheek, where the tears were falling.

“I hate you”

You said looking into his eyes and he knew it was nothing but a lie. A bad one. So he just smiled.

“No, you don’t”

You couldn’t describe what was happening, but at some point, you started to lose the strength on your legs, your head felt confused and so did your senses.

Your vision was starting to blur

“Dick, I’m not feeling okay.”

You spoke very weakly and in the next minute you were falling on his arms unconscious.

“Y/n? Y/n!”

[morganaspendragonss]

holly's august extravaganza day 4: a friend in me

📍 anon - I don't know but I feel like Carlos and Nancy can have such an awesome best friend dynamic. Maybe something sad/scary regarding Nancy happens where she has to make a report at the precinct and Carlos doesn't tell anyone as she made him promise so he starts to just check on Nancy and they just develop this caring, supportive, beautiful, fun, full of banter friendship to the amusement of TK and the 126.

kept this separate from your original ask because i want to keep those other prompts you sent alongside this one for later 😊

ao3 | 2k | hurt/comfort, brief references to gun violence, mostly just carlos and nancy being besties

Carlos has never seen Nancy look so small.

She’s sitting hunched over in one of the interrogation rooms, shock blanket around her shoulders, hands seemingly moving of their own volition to tear the empty styrofoam cup in front of her to shreds. As soon as Carlos had seen her being escorted into the precinct, shaking like a leaf and clutching her coat like a lifeline, he’d persuaded the officer with her to let him take over the case. His association with the 126 is well known so the officer had been reluctant, but Carlos had managed to wear him down, saying that he doesn’t really know Nancy that well.

And it’s—it’s not exactly a full lie. Through their hangs and TK’s stories, he’s coming to see Nancy as a force of nature, a woman who will let nothing and no-one stand in her way, whether that’s out on the field or during a game of Monopoly. But of her personal life, Carlos knows next to nothing; she mentioned a sister a few weeks ago, and TK delights in teasing her about her growing crush on Marjan, but that’s about it.

He needs to make more of an effort, he decides. When they’re anywhere else but a police station.

Carlos knocks lightly on the door to announce his presence before entering the room, sending her what he hopes is a reassuring smile. Nancy visibly relaxes at the sight of him and she drops the remains of her cup, though Carlos doesn’t miss the continuing tremble to her hands.

“Hey Nancy,” he says, sliding into the seat opposite her. “How are you doing?”

Nancy’s lips twitch, the corners barely curving into the beginnings of a wry smile. She breathes out shakily, meeting Carlos’s eyes for the briefest second before staring back down at the table. “I’m not great,” she answers, and for her to admit to that… Well, Carlos suspects it’s not a regular occurrence.

He nods, reluctantly pulling out his notebook and pen, hesitating before flipping to the next blank page. Nancy tracks his movements, resignation clearly etched all over her features. Carlos glances at the two-way mirror—not that it does him any good—then reaches across the table to take Nancy’s hand.

“We don’t have to do this right now,” he murmurs. “If you need more time, just say the word and I’ll leave. Or if you’d prefer to talk to someone you don’t know, we can do that too. Anything you need.”

The sudden tightness of Nancy’s grip is unexpected, as is the flash of panic in her eyes.

“Please, don’t go,” she whispers. “I don’t—” She cuts herself off, shutting her eyes and breathing slowly for a few seconds. Slowly, her hold on Carlos begins to loosen until her hand is slack in his, then she draws both hands into her lap and straightens in her chair. When her eyes reopen, she seems more like the Nancy Carlos knows—strong, confident, assertive—though there’s still clearly an undercurrent of fear underneath it all.

“I’m fine. Let’s do this.”

Carlos bites back an are you sure and settles for clicking his pen, his smile unwavering. “Can you run me through what happened, exactly?” he asks. “Take your time.”

A second or two passes, then Nancy nods, her voice steady when she speaks. “I was restocking the bus at the end of shift. I was alone; Captain Vega was in her office and TK was with the others in the showers—he did try to help but he’d had to go into a fire on our last call to help a patient and the smell of smoke was giving me a headache, so I told him to go.”

Carlos pauses in his note-taking, mentally filing that last piece of information away for follow-up as soon as he sees his boyfriend again. Judging by the amused quirk to Nancy’s eyebrow, she’s fully aware of where his mind has gone, so Carlos clears his throat and motions for her to continue, forcing his thoughts back to the present.

“Like I said, I was alone. I didn’t mind it; it was kind of relaxing, you know? Then this guy appeared from nowhere and pointed a gun at me, saying if I called out or turned on the siren or anything, he’d shoot. I thought—” She inhales sharply, her knuckles going white on the tabletop and her jaw clenching tightly. Her voice sounds different when she next speaks, more controlled, as though forcing each word out. “I thought it was happening again. I thought he was going to take me somewhere, make me his personal pet paramedic, something like that.

“Turns out, he just wanted drugs. I gave him what we had on the rig and he seemed satisfied, so I figured he’d shoot me anyway ‘cause I’d seen his face, right? He didn’t—obviously—but it looked like he was considering it.” Nancy pauses and flicks her gaze up at Carlos, biting her lip. “I think he might have done it,” she admits quietly, “but he got spooked by one of the guys making noise so he just bolted. I’m not sure how long it was between that and TK coming back and finding me. I’m sorry.”

Carlos shakes his head. “It’s okay. We can check the cameras at the station. With luck, that should get us an ID, maybe a license plate if he drove. I think that’s almost everything; just one more question, if that’s okay. Can you tell me what you gave him exactly?”

Nancy nods. “Morphine, Ativan, tramadol… I’d have to check stocks for the exact amounts.”

“We’ll do that, don’t worry about it.” Carlos taps his pen on the pages before flipping his notebook shut and leaning across the table again. “Are you okay?” he asks softly. “Speaking as a friend and not a cop, if there’s anything you need, anything I can help with, let me know.”

She smiles wanly. “I’m okay. I just want to go home and forget all this ever happened.”

“Fair enough. I’ll walk you out to your car.”

Carlos half-expects her to brush him off, but she just nods and allows him to escort her back through the precinct and out to her car. He dithers awkwardly, shuffling his feet as Nancy turns to him, one hand on the door handle.

“Thank you, Carlos. For real. I have the feeling it wasn't a coincidence that you were the one in that room with me.”

The tips of Carlos’s ears go pink as he finds himself caught out. “That, uh… That would not be inaccurate.”

“Well, thanks.” She pulls open the car door and Carlos takes a step back, wanting to wait until she’s safely away to go back inside. Nancy ducks as if to get in, then pauses and straightens again, biting her lip as she looks back at him.

“Hey, Carlos?” she says. “Can you do me a favour and not tell the others? Not even TK. They— They know vaguely what happened, but I’d prefer it if the details and, uh, some of the other stuff I told you could be kept between us.”

He agrees immediately, just grateful that she trusts him enough to handle this for her. “No-one will know any more than they need to,” he promises, which seems to relieve her. She thanks him again, then gets in the car and drives away, Carlos watching after her with one hand raised in farewell.

*

It grows from there.

It’s not intentional exactly, but one text to check up on her soon turns into a steady stream of messages, stories and jokes and even the occasional meme passing back and forth between them. Carlos especially appreciated Nancy's carefully curated collection of dirt on TK, which, as a concerned boyfriend, it is his duty to know. Many a conversation has been spent griping about TK's accident prone ways or sighing over his latest mishap.

Lovingly, of course.

Nancy, 15.48: you’ll never guess what happened this time

Carlos, 16.22: ?

In answer, he receives a picture of a dejected-looking TK sprawled on the floor with Buttercup’s front paws squarely resting on his chest. Buttercup’s tongue is lolling out, a wide grin on his face, and in the background stand the rest of the crew. All of them also seem to have their phones pointed towards TK—probably the reason TK looks so down, as Carlos knows his boyfriend couldn’t be upset with Buttercup to save his life.

Nancy, 16.26: he thought he’d try to teach buttercup some tricks. turns out, dog trainers exist for a reason

Carlos has to stifle a laugh—technically, he is supposed to be working—but his attempt at being subtle is thwarted when his phone repeatedly pings with similar texts and photos from Paul, Marjan, and Mateo. He screenshots the sudden influx of notifications and sends it to Nancy before saving every single photo.

Nancy responds with a laughing emoji and a promise to keep him updated.

*

Not all of their conversations are about TK, naturally.

Carlos, 19.10: I don’t understand why you don’t just talk to her

Nancy, 19.12: i do talk to her. every shift, actually

Carlos, 19.13: Nancy

Nancy, 19.13: carlos

Nancy, 19.14: i don’t even know if she’s into women, alright? it’s not like i can just march up and ask, that’s like waving a banner saying ‘hey, i’m in love with you’ in her face

Carlos, 19.16: Oh, we’re talking about love now, are we?

Nancy, 19.17: can it, reyes

Carlos, 19.20: Noted. Look, take it from someone who’s been navigating gay relationships in Texas his whole life. Sometimes you just have to go for it. Ask her for coffee, test the waters, see where it leads. You never know, it might work out. I mean, look at me

Nancy, 19.24: wow, way to rub your happiness in my face 😑

(Carlos doesn’t find out if she follows his advice, but he does notice her and Marjan showing up to their hangs together)

(Nancy does not appreciate his smugness)

*

Without even realising, they become a formidable team. This fact is highlighted one game night about three months after the incident, when Nancy and Marjan blow into his and TK’s house, a determined glint in both their eyes.

“We’re switching up the teams,” Marjan declares, much to TK’s outrage.

“What? Why?”

“Because,” Nancy continues, “we’re tired of losing to you guys. You’re like, freakishly good at board games and it’s not fair. Plus, we have to watch you both being all lovey all the time when you’re on the same team and it’s exhausting. We want to see you being competitive for once.”

TK pouts, but Carlos just shrugs when he looks to him for backup. “It’ll be fun,” he says, smiling at Nancy and Marjan. TK still looks put out, so he leans in close and half-murmurs, “C’mon babe. How about a prize for the winner?”

TK perks up considerably at the suggestion, and, going by the twin looks of despair on Nancy and Marjan’s faces, they caught both the comment and the innuendo. Marjan groans and Nancy raises her eyes skyward, as if pleading for divine intervention.

“This was a great idea, actually,” TK says, grinning. He quirks an eyebrow at Nancy. “You and me, Nance?”

That seems to shake Nancy out of her silent prayers for strength. “Uh, no. I’m with Carlos.” To emphasise the point, she strides forward and grabs Carlos’s arm, dragging him to the couch. He nudges her gently when they sit, smirking at the disgruntled way she digs into the snack bowl.

“You did say you wanted to see us being competitive.”

“Shut up.”

*

In the end, TK ends up paired with Mateo, and Marjan with Paul. It’s clear from the outset who’s going to win—Nancy and Carlos dominate the board, and not even Paul’s master strategy is enough to catch up with them.

They win by a comfortable margin, fist-bumping in celebration. There’s a general air of bemusement in the room, and when Carlos looks round at the others, he finds four pairs of eyes fixed on them.

“What?”

“Since when have you two been such a good team?” Paul asks, leaning back in his chair and raising an eyebrow.

Carlos shrugs, sharing a smile with Nancy. “Guess we just are.”

[commence-screaming]

Headcanon: the Payday gang is actually a hivemind

(Originally posted on the Steam forums before being deleted around August 9th, unedited)

OKAY BEFORE YOU CLICK AWAY: remember the Controller subtree? i'll only be talking about voice lines and gameplay, not really main story spoilers. There is, however, mission spoilers, if you care about that. i'm only on the first Butcher missions, after Golden Grin Casino so if anything changes i'll just edit this if i can. I'm trying my best to write a series of fanfiction one-shots for this idea, from a more "realistic" perspective.

To clarify: stinkin' psychic hivemind... i was just trolling at first but it might be likely??

1: you can see things through walls by marking them or even sensing enemies by standing still. (Sixth Sense) even if your character hadn't seen them. it would be possible if an officer was in another teammate's line of sight but c'mon. behind walls?

2: there hasn't been official art of them using an earpiece... in that mini comic on the Overkill website it shows Dallas literally using a SMARTPHONE to talk to Bain like??? although you can argue game logic, or Avengers type stuff. doesn't make too much sense,, UPDATE: they modeled earpieces on the guards in the train heist and they can't do it on the heisters?? suspicious.

3: walk into a room and Bain somehow knows exactly what you're looking at. think of a rational explanation for this, could it be security cameras? no because if Bain could hack into those why couldn't he just infinitely loop them? also most cameras are in closed-circuit type things, where you have to physically break in to mess with them. Okay, how about he has cameras on the heisters themselves? likely. did you see the screen on the first episode of the web series? they're being tracked. (i've only watched the First World Bank, maybe there are earpieces or somethin. don't follow the gang's example, they didn't even attempt stealth like--)

however, these don't explain how he was able to see your objectives after you do that thing in the Boiling Point mission. YOU KNOW THE ONE. took out everything but HIS mics and HIS cameras???

4: you can hear Bain's voice in any situation (i don't know what happens in main storyline but) during a flashbang everyone's voice is muffled but his. you're bleeding out on the ground and you can hear him? your vision is turning gray, your heartbeat pounds in your ears and you might hear "Guys, the thermal drill, go get it" this is most noticeable in the Cook Off mission. UPDATE 2: in the Diamond Heist (the one after the Alaskan Deal and not the Doctor one) if you go loud Bain will literally /fly a helicopter/ to interrogate some guy for the vault code. When he's talking to you, you don't hear any interference from the helicopter, even though Bile (our normal pilot) has that constantly in the background. YES BILE IN IS LOUD and the noise IS there for him, but not for Bain.

5: character outlines through walls. the bluer they are the lower priority. almost white are players. light blue are AI teammates and darker blue are converted officers. this also sort of ties into the next point...

6: Controller subtree and voice lines. This is the strongest piece of evidence i have. look at the ultimate skill at the top! it's called "Hostage Taker" and the description says "having at least one of your own hostage or converted law enforcer makes you regenerate 1.5% of your health every 5 seconds," meaning that CONVERTED officers count as "Hostages." they fit into the same category? Further supported by the guards/cops downright cursing at you before going to fight their former allies.

having more than your max Converts gives you this message: "your persuasion techniques were resisted." if one of your existing officers die then you can go back and "persuade" the SAME ONE WHO RESISTED YOU BEFORE. what could you do in less than five seconds to get them to fight and DIE for you?? and it's not /actual/ persuasion techniques or else you'd be able to use it infinitely. no, we're talking about

Direct contact mind control. you have to "dominate" a cop and touch them to force them to kill their own friends. Why would they curse at you then contradict themselves by fighting for your sake?

MORE EVIDENCE for this incredibly suspicious point: the FBI file for Bain. and i directly quote "He’s been able to convince ground commanders to release one of the Payday gang members even when they are cuffed on the ground - what kind of persuasiveness does that involve?" last line might allude to /something else./ maybe Bain can "persuade" people to do things to a certain extent... he'll say the the police assault will begin in 30 seconds then he turns around and delays them for 3 minutes depending on how many hostages you have...

that's terrifying but also very cool. great potential for angst.

7: Bain does in fact say "deep breaths," before an assault begins. could it be he's comforting you somehow? he does something like that during the bank heist mission when you burn the money. he says "I know, it's sad." this point is kind of a stretch, you could chalk that up to just him being nice.

(Note: he's not kind to anybody but his gang. in Go Bank if the pilot says he can't land on the roof because of wind vectors Bain will reply with: "Do as you're told, #### it! I can shut down every airport for a thousand miles and have you ditched in the ocean, you spineless turd. Over.")

8: you can heal your health by more than a quarter of your hp when a teammate touches you. actually you can see that they have a syringe, but that works four times in a row?? weird usage of medkits by the way. how can you use them so quickly and restore your health like nothing ever happened??

this AND your armor that magically regenerates when you're not getting hit. theoretically you could take an infinite amount of bullets then? this doesn't really support my headcannon but i think it's weird enough to put here.

Do you all think this is mildly probable or completely impossible? and tell me why if you say the latter. i need a second opinion on this one.

(end post)

[ot3tropetober]

-So Hardison gets rich playing the stock market as a teen in Nana’s basement. Mostly because the professor at the college econ classes he’s taking for extra credit said he couldn’t.

-By the time he’s graduating highschool at 18 he is filthy rich. (WhatLikeItsHard.gif) He has paid off Nana’s medical bills and her house and went over to the college to gloat a little and decided he doesn’t actually need to go to college when he’s already, you know, doing what he does.

-But he doesn’t wanna keep taking up Nana’s basement when he has heard her having to turn down emergency placements because there’s not enough room. 

-So he moves out. Into a giant mansion, because why not. He has everything. A pool. A fancy kitchen. A shower with like 16 sprays that massage your back perfectly. A hallway with a giant fancy staircase. A whole room dedicated to his computer setup, with all the latest gadgets. A special wine fridge he stocked full of orange soda. A damn fireplace in his bathroom.

-A lot of empty rooms. And quiet. Like, creepy-quiet. Right-before-the-killer-grabs-you-in-the-hallway quiet. He nearly jumps out of his skin when he forgets there is a mirror at the end of one of the hallways. His shriek echoes through the empty house.

-He considers getting a cat for one second but remembers he’s allergic. And it would probably just startle him even more. He gets a few roombas, but even with the giant googly eyes they don’t fill the space as much as he’d hoped. So instead he places an ad online for roommates. 

-He doesn’t get nearly enough responses as he suspects. Maybe ‘come live in my mansion rent free’ gives off some major serial killer vibes. He amends his ad to a reasonable but still low enough rent that people who really need a place can apply. 

-He runs background checks on everyone who applies. He may or may not disqualify some people for petty reasons. Sorry not sorry, this is his mansion and he’s not about to share his kitchen with someone who thinks Kylo Ren is cooler than Poe Dameron, okay?

-He has some interviews, but nobody seems to click. A lot of people seem to want to make his house some kind of party-mansion. And not the fun kind of movie-marathon, D&D session, LAN Party kind of parties. One girl keeps asking him when the ‘real owner’ of the house is going to be back. 

-He’s thinking about giving up and moving back home and finding a small apartment near Nana’s house when a girl shows up in his living room.

-She does not have an interview scheduled. Hardison knows this for two reasons: one, he thinks he’d remember background checking someone as pretty as her. Two: it’s three in the morning.

-“So I heard you’re looking for roommates,” she says. A roomba nudges against her foot, and she reaches down to pat it before it turns away. “I like your pet robots.”

-It’s probably the fact that he’s been up for like 48 hours by now, but he’s like: thanks, want a tour of the house?

-Parker moves in that weekend. He helps her move in, and does not ask why she has an entire box of the exact same creepy doll whose head turns around to show an even more creepy face. He just kindly requests she keep those in her rooms, not the shared ones.

-Parker is a great roommate. Her schedule is all over the place as well, but she’s tidy, she’s funny, and she’ll hang out and watch Doctor Who with him. She also names all his roombas. He pretends not to see her dropping some fortune cookie crumbs on purpose to feed Carl the kitchen roomba when he goes by.

-Their next roommate is Eliot. He’s a veteran who’s learning how to cook at some kind of culinary school. He gets a little flustered when Hardison shows him his rooms, plural, saying he must have read the ad wrong, and is almost out the door before Hardison can convince him that yes, the price in the ad is correct, no this is not a cult, he just bought a house that was much too big and he has Regrets okay, help a brother out.

-So Eliot moves in as well. He gets a little judgy when he finds out 95% of the kitchen cupboards are empty, and the rest is filled with cereal and junkfood. He brings in more boxes of kitchenware than clothes, and Parker is delighted at poking each and every thing he unpacks.

-Eliot’s schedule is kind of the opposite of Hardison’s. He is some kind of weird morning person. They mostly run into each other when Hardison is going to bed and Eliot comes back from his morning run. He’s mostly at school or working kitchen shifts to gain more experience during the times Hardison is awake, so they mostly communicate via text.

-Parker’s the one that figures out Eliot is all bark and no bite. Or actually, all growl and no bite. Turns out, he just really hates the little buttons on his smartphone, so his texts are very short and curt. Hardison starts leaving notes on the kitchen fridge instead and that works much better. Note-Eliot is way nicer than text-Eliot.

-The great thing about Eliot is that his homework is basically… fuck around in the kitchen and make delicious things. Which he then ‘makes’ them taste. So yeah maybe Hardison kind of… switches his schedule so he’s around more and awake for Eliot Cooking Time. 

-So basically he gets roommates, and free food and it’s all great. Except for that time he accidentally ate Eliot’s sandwich. Well, he didn’t leave a note saying NOT to! It ends up with him being dragged out of bed and interrogated (Parker shining a flashlight at him and being generally Chaotic Unhelpful) until he confesses.

-The only reason Eliot doesn’t kill him probably is because he babbles about how delicious it was. Or because he’s tired of Parker shouting unrelated cop-phrases at Hardison over his shoulder.

-They come up with a system where Eliot leaves very threatening notes on the stuff he does not want them to eat. It mostly works. Besides, Parker has totally found Eliot’s weak spots (puppy eyes) and can basically make him cook them whatever.

-It’s pretty great until it starts to heat up. And both Parker and Eliot start making use of the big outdoor pool. Which is great, that’s what it’s there for. But they then wander around looking sexy and damp and near naked and Hardison is starting to get Very Inappropriate Thoughts, okay?

-Okay so maybe he also had very inappropriate thoughts before, even when Eliot was wearing like 13 layers of clothing and Parker was wearing cozy sweaters and it’s still not fair for them to wander around looking so hot.

-But he’s not about to ruin a good thing with his crushes. Besides, he’s technically their landlord, that would be weird and creepy.

-So he just… quietly pines a little. It’s cool. He still gets to hang out in the kitchen with Parker and Eliot, and force them to watch movies they have never seen that they really should (neither of them talk to him for a week because of the whole Lilo and Stitch thing).

-And maybe he notices them huddled together whispering sometimes. That’s cool. That’s fine. They can date each other if they want. (Don’t think about Eliot and Parker together, don’t, it’s too hot and you won’t be able to look them in the eye ever again, dammit Hardison).

-Until one day he wanders down into the shared living space to find the dining room table to be all decked out, a table cloth and candles and roses and everything. And Parker and Eliot look up all expectantly as he starts backpedaling that he didn’t mean to interrupt their date before Eliot growls and says ‘sit down, Hardison’. 

-The table has three place settings.

-Oh.

-It’s one hundred percent worth his foster siblings quoting a meme at him all weekend when he brings the two of them home to meet his Nana.

[bellasweetwriting]

Hometown

spencer reid x f.reader

(not my gif)

masterlist

plot: the team is dying to meet Spencer’s new girlfriend, not knowing how different you are from him

warnings: my writing, this is a mess in its entirerly idek what I did I had an idea and I just went with it with no plan, oh and pure fluff

word count: 3,5k

"How does she look like?" Asked Garcia to Spencer as he tried to ignore all of the team on his neck, trying to find out the most they can about the doctor's new girlfriend. "Is she brunette? Or blonde? You have a thing for blondes."

"I don't have— why do you guys care anyway?" He tried to defend himself and make them stop asking more questions. "I have a girlfriend, so what?"

"So what?" Repeated Morgan, sitting on top of the paperwork Spencer was filling, making the doctor even more annoyed. "You have a girlfriend, pretty boy! It's a national matter. We are going to find out how she looks like you want it or not."

And that was going to happen sooner than Reid would want to, because when Hotch announced the new case and told them that the place where they were going.

Your hometown.

"Oh crap," Spencer murmured to himself when Hotch revealed the location, making the rest of the team look at him.

Morgan was the one who connected the dots as he knew that Reid's girlfriend wasn't from the city.

"We are visiting Pretty Boy's girlfriend's house, everybody."

He continued to shook his head; this couldn't be happening.

Hotch had to pick up this case on purpose. The only logical explanation for the tragedy that this was for the doctor.

During the whole trip, Emily and Morgan were constantly interrogating Spencer about his girlfriend.

"What does she do? Is she younger? Is she older?" Questioned Emily, but Spencer had his eyes on his book, ignoring their questions. 

"Hey!" Exclaimed Hotch, grabbing everyone's attention. "Garcia booked our rooms in the inn of the town. The sheriff told us that there isn't enough room for us in the police station, and the manager welcomed us to install ourselves in the event hall."

"You spoke to the manager?" Questioned Spencer in a low tone, catching Prentiss and Morgan's attention.

"Garcia did," replied Hotch, looking at his phone.

"It's the manager, isn't it?" Asked Emily with a smile, but Spencer returned to his reading. "We are definitely going to meet her, kid, you can't hide behind your books forever."

"I can try," answered Reid, knowing that Emily was right.

They were going to meet you at some point.

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"Spencer!" Exclaimed a woman as she ran towards the doctor and hugged him. "Long time, no see."

"Hey Amanda, how are you doing?" Asked her Reid, knowing that his friends were watching. "How is your little boy?"

"He's doing great. I want to know how you are. Who are these people you brought with you?" Questioned Amanda, looking at the team behind Spencer.

"It's my team. I work for the FBI, remember? We are here on a case."

"A case? What happened?"

But Spencer wasn't able to answer because he was interrupted by the sound of the door of the kitchen opening. From there, the chef and the receptionist got out, one following the other.

"I am not going to cook for six more people! That's it!"

"For God's sake. For the last time, the manager asked for it, we listen," explained the receptionist, who looked around to see the FBI team watching the scene. "They are here!" Yelled in a whisper, making the chef turn around, tiredly.

"Great. Vegetarians?" Everybody shook their heads. "Good! Then I don't have to change the menu."

"We weren't expecting you to do it. Oh my God, Doctor Reid!" Exclaimed the receptionist, making the chef look at the doctor too. Both men smiled at the sight of Reid. "Long time, no see."

"It's good to see you too," said Spencer with a smile. "May the team and I install in the event hall, Seb?"

The receptionist, Seb, nodded.

"Of course, of course. Welcome to the Florence Inn. My name is Sebastian. I'll be available if you have any questions. Doctor Reid, you know the way?"

"Yeah, I'll guide them. Guys, follow me."

"Do I call the owner to let her know you are here, Doctor?" 

"Oh, don't worry, I'll just say hi if I see her around. Hey, Sergio!" The chef, Sergio, raised his eyebrows. "Is there any coffee for the team?"

"For you, sir Reid, anything, I'll be right back with hot coffee and food for your team."

"Thank you, Sergio." Spencer turned around and smiled at Amanda. "I need to go now. We'll catch up later."

Spencer guided the team towards the event hall, where the tables were already accommodated for them. Spencer knew that the minute you heard they were coming, you did everything possible to made them as comfortable as possible.

"Reid, do you know everyone in this hotel?" Asked JJ to him, and he nodded.

"Mostly, yeah," he replied, "they are good people."

"That actually can help us with the case," added Hotch, "the people here trust you."

Spencer was feeling every second more uncomfortable with this case. He's tried for the nine months you've been dating to keep his work and your relationship as separate as possible.  

Guess they were joining for the first time.

"Ok, we know the unsub is a male and that he isn't choosing these victims randomly," affirmed Rossi. 

"The victimology is all over the place," added Morgan, looking at the physical characteristics of the three victims. "These victims have nothing in common."

"The patron has to go further than the physical, more with the relationship between them," explained Spencer. "This is a man with a project. He is probably not killing for the pleasure of it, more for a particular goal."

"Why do the town people not know about the killings. That woman that said hi to Reid had no idea of why we were here," pointed Emily.

"Probably that's work of the mayor, Mister Downley," replied Reid. "He tries to keep everything that can affect the town's tourism under the table. It has always been that way. And it is actually surprising that they don't know about it. It's a small town. Everyone knows everyone."

"We should interview the mayor and the media," affirmed Hotch, and he always had the last word. "Anyone that is trying to keep this in private could be a suspect."

At that moment, Sergio and his cookers appeared with the food and coffee they promised, making the team stay quiet as they gave out the food.

"Here is your coffee, sir Reid. A quarter cup of coffee every five pounds of sugar." Reid laughed while the chef left the cup in front of him. 

"Leave the doctor alone, Sergio," asked Seb to the chef, making Sergio roll his eyes and leave the hall. "Doctor Reid, Sheriff Christen called. He is waiting for you and your team at the police station. Whenever you are ready."

"Thanks, Seb." The team started grabbing their things to go to the station. "Tell Sergio that the coffee and the food are great."

"Yes, Doctor, and also, your team has the best rooms at the inn. Owner's orders. Do you want me to tell her anything?"

"Just thank you," replied Spencer, grabbing his bag, "thanks, Seb."

"Anything for you, Doctor."

Spencer walked away next to the team, who was staring at him curiously.

"What?" He asked.

"They call you sir, they know how do you drink your coffee, they prepare the best rooms for you and your friends," pointed out Emily as you were walking. "Or they love you..."

"Or, they love your girlfriend," interrupted Morgan.

"Can we just focus on the case, please?" Begged Spencer as he walked towards the SUVs. "Don't read between unexistent lines, ok?"

"He is hiding something," whispered Morgan.

"Definitely," replied Hotch before entering the car.

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"Doctor Spencer Reid," said the sheriff standing up. He was a man between his fifties and sixties, with a grumpy face and a hoarse voice. "It's always a pleasure to see you in this old town."

"Hello, sheriff," interrupted Hotch. "I'm SSA Hotchner, we spoke on the phone."

"Oh, of course, right. I'm Sheriff Christen, this is my crew. Sorry that you had to install in at the inn. It's just that here we don't have any space. But I assume the owner is glad to see you, Doc."

"Haven't talked to her yet. Why did you call us?"

"Right, we did a suspect list with all the people in town that have criminal records, as you told us. We have thirty-five names, any idea how to shorten that list?"

"Our unsub is most likely in his 30s, obviously male, probably have been charged with robbery. We are not looking for a sexual sadist here since the killings lack any sexual motive," explained Hotch, and the sheriff nodded, telling his deputy. 

Spencer sat down on a chair, waiting for no one else to say hi to him in front of the team. He loved these people so much, but he wanted to stay focus on the case, and he couldn't if he was going to have every person in town recognizing him and greeting him.

You were loved in your home town. These people that learned how to love Spencer grew up with you, and they truly liked the doctor for you. They noticed how he makes you happy, and how, for the last nine months, you've been smiling more.

"Hey, Spencer."

"Howdie, doc."

"Hey," Spencer murmured to the cops as they passed. Morgan noticed this and decided to approach Reid, sitting next to him.

"Why don't you want us to meet your girlfriend? Clearly, she's loved here."

Reid exhaled, looking at his colleague, giving up.

"Fine, but please, don't... don't act surprised when you meet her, ok? Just act normal. And tell everyone."

Morgan nodded, confused. What did he mean with "surprised"? Why would he react that way

"Guys, let's go back to the inn, there's someone I want you to meet."

"We are finally going to meet the famous lady?" Questioned Rossi, and Spencer nodded slowly. "Then let's go."

"Shouldn't we work the case?"

"We are installed in the inn anyway, so just follow me."

JJ and Emily approached Morgan, and he told them what Reid told him.

The team had no idea what Spencer meant with "surprised," and most of them didn't want to know anyway. They were just too excited to meet the girl they've been hearing so many amazing stories about

The BAU arrived at the inn. JJ could notice how Spencer's hands started trembling: he was nervous.

"B-But... But Miss Y/N!" They heard Sebastian exclaim. To the distance, the team could identify the receptionist following a tall woman with curly hair as she walked quickly. It was you. "Miss Y/N, we can't let Mayor Downley have the party here at the inn! He is a messy, messy man. He is going to leave a complete disaster, and you, miss, are well aware that this is not a place for that kind of event."

"God, Seb, have you tried drinking herbal tea in the morning instead of coffee?" You asked him as you chuckled. The sound of your soft laugh grabbed the doctor's attention.

Spencer quickly turned around to look at his friends, desperation clearly showing in his face.

"Here she comes," he whispered.

"That is...?" Started to ask Morgan but was interrupted by the memory of Spencer telling him to not act surprised.

You stepped into the hall, connecting your eyes with Spencer's eyes, immediately smiling.

"You look tired." It's the thing you say, confusing your boyfriend. "Did Sergio offered you coffee? Did you offer Spencer coffee, Seb?"

"I did, indeed, boss."

"I already drank coffee, babe," whispered Reid, trying not to blush. "Y/N, I want you to meet my friends."

"What? Sure, coming in a sec. Seb, could you ask Amanda to tell Charlie to pick up my car? I forgot I came by foot today."

"I saw your car outside, Y/N," interrupted Spencer, now confusing you.

"Charlie brought it this morning, Miss," reminded you Seb, and you nodded.

"God, where do I have the head? Thanks, Seb." You smiled at him before walking towards Spencer. "I've been trying to talk to you all morning, but we keep missing each other."

"Y/N," he said with his calming voice. You liked hearing someone that actually was calmed once in a while, especially him. "These are my friends. Rossi, Hotch, JJ, Morgan, and Emily." He introduced you to them, and you nodded. "Guys, this is my girlfriend."

"It is a pleasure to meet you. I'm Y/N," you greeted them, giggling. "I'm sorry if I seem distracted. My toes are where my head is supposed to be and the other way around. It's just that, you wouldn't believe; Mayor Downley wants to have this found raiser at the inn to distract the people from the bodies that were found. Did you hear?"

"That's why I'm here actually, babe," whispered Spencer.

"Why would you be here to see dead bodies? Oh right! FBI!" You exclaimed as you remember. "I'm so sorry, guys, you've caught me in a terrible day."

"It's alright, Y/N," assured you Hotch. "What were you saying about the mayor?"

"What I was saying about..." you repeated in a whispered before remembering. "Oh, yeah. So the murders in the area are really frightening the people. So our mayor decided, at the last minute, to make a found raiser raise money for the funerals of the deceased. I think it is a runaway where the clothing shop is going to show their last collection. It's a very last-minute thing, and I, apparently, is the only one with enough space to welcome all the freaking town."

"Do you know why the mayor would want to do this?"

"Well, Downley always takes advantage of terrible events in town and throws a party to cease the panic," you tried to explain quickly. "Last time, some people stole from Charlie's diner, and here I was, organizing a silent auction on a random Thursday." You started accomodating Spencer's tie involuntarily. "He wants to be Gatsby, but I'm the one with the mansion."

You always had to be doing something; you couldn't stay still for a second. That's the reason Spencer was attracted to you in the first place. He saw a girl trying to do seven things at the same time while trying to fix five other problems, and he had to help you. Then, he fell for you eloquent and extrovert personality, and how anywhere you went, you made friends.

You two were complete opposites, and both of you truly loved that.

"But don't get me wrong: mayor Downley is a great guy."

"What is mister Downley's first name, Y/N?" You tried to remember it while you cleaned Spencer's shirt. 

You were doing unconsciously, and he knew, but still let you. He knew that keeping your hands busy was the only way you could focus. So he let you touch his hair and fix his sleeves all the time.

"If I'm not wrong, I think it is John."

"There is a Frank Downley in our list," mentioned Morgan.

"That would be his nephew, Frankie. He works at the grocery store, he is the manager there. I went to school with him."

"How was he at school?" 

"Quiet, kind of a loner. Mister Downley would spend hours and hours in the counselor's office, talking to the counselor about Frankie's social behavior. Everyone in school knew about it. I tried to be friends with him, but I think he didn't like me."

Emily took from the case files some pictures and showed them to you. Spencer held your hand as you stared at the photographs of the victims.

"Do you recognize any of these people?"

"Well, of course, we went to school together. Good people. That's Amelie, and that's Jack, and this one right here is Gabriel, funny guy. Why?"

"Y/N," murmured Spencer to you, "those are the victims. The bodies that were found."

Suddenly, for the first time in so long, you stopped moving. Like, at all.

"What?"

"You didn't know?"

"I heard some rumors about one of the victims being my age, but... it can't be. Who would do this?"

"Y/N, I want you to tell us everything about Frank Downley."

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"And that's it, I mean, maybe some of the employers at the inn can tell you more about him. As I told you, I didn't know him that well. He never liked me, or anyone, in fact. He was always alone; he didn't talk in class; he would skip periods every now or then, but I truly don't remember anything more." You looked at Spencer. "I'm sorry."

"It's alright, Y/N, you gave us more than enough to understand him." That calmed voice again. "I bet you are busy with the found raiser stuff. Hey, do you mind if the team and I assist and watch the runaway?"

"You guys are more than welcomed."

At that moment, Charlie appeared and tried to pass between the BAU.

"Sorry to interrupt the Men in Black fan club reunion. Y/N, I brought my toolbox."

"Dirty!" You exclaimed in a joke, making Charlie roll his eyes. "The runaway is going to be in the event hall."

"Where the hell is that?" You sighed.

"I'll be right back. I'll tell Sergio to serve you some coffee, for every one of you," you told the team before looking at your friend Charlie. "Follow me, handyman."

Charlie looked at Spencer.

"Hey, Doc, I tried that physics thing for the dispenser at the diner and worked just fine."

"Glad to help, Charlie."

"Hey, I don't pay you to socialize," you defended as you walked away, Charlie following you.

"You don't pay me at all!" He defended.

The team looked over at Spencer. Your life was so clearly different from theirs, and Spencer knew that the team will realize the same thing.

"Well, there's that," whispered the doctor, standing up. "You already met her."

"Yeah, we did," agreed Morgan, "why didn't you want us to meet her before?"

"She's great, Reid," affirmed Emily, "a little bit unfocused, talks a bit fast, and clearly an extrovert, but she's sweet. And owns an inn."

"And she is gorgeous," added JJ, "why were you so nervous?"

Not even Spencer knew the answer to that question.

"She's different, you know? Her life is different than mine. She's continually moving. It's so difficult for me to make her stay still. She has to be doing something all the time. I've never seen her not talking, or not making random jokes and doing pop culture references I don't understand most of the time. Her life is so fast compared to mine that it's so slow. I don't know, maybe I thought you weren't going to see her the way I see her."

"Who cares what we think, Reid?" questioned Rossi.

"I do. I spend 24 hours every day with you, guys, you are my family. I care about what you think."

Morgan hugged Reid even though he knew Spencer wasn't much of a hugger, but he did anyway. And the rest of the team joined.

"I don't like this," mumbled Spencer.

"Shut up, pretty boy," shushed him, Morgan.

After a few seconds, they broke apart, smiling at each other.

"Let's catch this killer and go home," said Hotch softly, "but we can't leave without getting to know Y/N better."

"Yeah, you are already part of her family; it's time she is part of ours."

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"And that's how Spencer asked me to be his girlfriend. In this exact spot!" You exclaimed, pointing the counter of Charlie's diner. "As I was swallowing my cheeseburger."

"Well, that sounds romantic," commented Rossi, sarcastically.

"It was very poetic, Rossi, don't misjudge," you told him, making the man laugh. "It doesn't happen any day, and less in this smelly diner."

"Ok, out," interrupted Charlie, making everyone complain between laughs. "You are terrifying my costumers and insulting my diner."

"Weren't you hearing, Charlie Chaplin? I was just saying that Spencer asked me to be his girlfriend here. You should be proud that such an important event happened in your diner," you defended as Spencer kissed you cheek. You grabbed your now second cup of coffee and started drinking. "You should put it on the menu."

"That's it, don't talk to me for the rest of the night. You are giving me a headache."

"Mission accomplished then," you whispered with a smile.

"Is he always this serious?" Asked JJ, and you nodded.

"And you haven't seen him on Christmas. He is indeed the town's Grinch."

"They have a Hotch!" Yelled Rossi, making Spencer almost spill his coffee.

"Haha, hilarious," said Hotch with sarcasm, making the team burst into laughter

Spencer slowly leaned in next to your ear and whispered:

"So, do you like them?"

"Yeah, I have no idea why you were so nervous for me to meet them; they are great. You have a really nice family."

Spencer smiled, kissing your cheek softly before looking at the team again with happiness on his eyes.