#penelope get behind me i'll protect you

[dollypopup]

sooooooo anyone going to talk about how Debling and Anderson are being styled exactly the same and are very clearly the same age (late 30s to mid 40s) but one of them is going for a MILF (respectable and good, also big mood) and the other is going for a teenager (get away from her or I'll slaughter you where you stand)? no? just me?

okay

[rainydayathogwarts]

The team discovers you're dating - Aaron Hotchner

d/n: daughter's name.. Summary: The team discovers you're dating because of Jack's freudian slip. (singlemom!bau!reader) 0.7k wc

Small trudging footsteps paired with loud squeals caught the attention of the agents in the bullpen, an apologetic SSA following after his son. Derek and Penelope raced to the young boy, Derek scooping him up the second he was close enough, beating his work wife by seconds. "I'm sorry guys, national holiday and our sitter cancelled." The team dismissed him, understanding of his protectiveness over his son. After seeing so many cases, there was no way he'd let a random person look after his son. "I'll take him down to the daycare in a second, but Jack here just wanted to say hello to someone first."

Derek exaggeratedly frowned, looking down at the blonde boy "Is uncle Derek not the person you were looking for Jacky boy?" Jack shook his head, loud giggles filling the bullpen, just as the glass door opened one more. "Sorry guys," You started, trying to flip strands of hair out of your face while balancing your coffee and keeping your bag on your shoulder. "I had to drop d/n at daycare, sitter cancelled." You gasped loudly when you spotted the small figure in Derek's arms, placing all your things on the closest desk as you opened your arms wide. Jack wiggled his legs in Derek's arms so he could be put down on the floor, a wide smile gracing his features. You crouched down on the floor, grinning at the boy, who yelled loudly "Mommy!" as he ran into your arms.

An eerie silence filled the bullpen as all conversation died down. You wrapped your arms around the boy, his words sinking into your teammates' heads. You lifted Jack up into the air with a clueless smile, standing tall enough so you could see all of your coworkers' facial expressions, when it hit you. Your eyes widened and you froze, past the point of collecting yourself or trying to brush off what Jack said as an accident.

"What did he just say?" You hear Penelope interrogate, looking back and forth between the profilers in the room, hoping to get an answer. As though sensing the change in atmosphere in the room, Jack lifted his head from the crook of your neck, looking up at your face. You moved your stance to balance him on your hip, using the other hand to pick up your to-go cup and take a long sip of your coffee. "You wanna try my coffee Jack?" You teased, breaking the silence between you and him, laughing as the boy pulled a face of disgust, remembering the time he smelt his dad's black coffee one morning when you were over with d/n.

"Yuck! ... Mommy, am I gonna see d/n?" He asks, swinging his legs happily. You're painfully aware of the eyes stuck on you and the boy, glancing up to look at Aaron, observing his reaction. He's smiling softly at you and his son, back turned to the other agents in the bullpen. He walks over to you just as you reply to Jack "She's in daycare right now! Do you want to go join her?" Jack nods excitedly, arms lifting up when his dad walks over, allowing him to take him from you. "Well since the cat's out of the bag." Aaron shrugs, leaning down to press a kiss on your lips, walking out with Jack in his arms who giggles loudly "What cat daddy?"

With Jack finally facing away from you, you let all your emotions show up on your face: shock, confusion, and most importantly embarrassment to being exposed to your relentless team of close friends who will never stop the questions:

'How long?' 'Jack calls you mommy?' 'Don't you owe me money Morgan?'

You laugh at Spencer's comment, watching as Derek fishes his wallet out of his pocket, holding up a 20 dollar bill for Spencer to take. Rossi pushes himself off the desk behind him, where he faces Emily and the rest of the team. He sighs, shaking his head "For the record, I knew his whole time. And at least now you don't have to hide your ring, y/n." He states as he walks away. "You're married!?" Emily and JJ yell at the same time as Penny squeals loudly, running to hug you tightly. "Engaged!" You try saying over the noise. "Engaged not married!"

[anniebeemine]

Mom’s Night Out- s.r. x fem!reader

Warnings: alcohol consumption, pure fluff

“You deserve a night out. You know you do,” JJ said firmly, her arms crossed as she stood in your living room.

You’d given a vague answer when they invited you out earlier in the day. Now, JJ and Emily were standing in your home, probably judging the sloppy bun at the nape of your neck and the rag thrown over your shoulder.

You laughed, shaking your head. “I know, I know. But it’s just...”

Emily cut in, raising an eyebrow. “It’s just what? They’re six months old, Y/N. Spencer’s more than capable of handling one night on his own.”

“I don’t know, ladies.” You looked over at Spencer who was currently talking over his shoulder to the baby strapped on his back, his hand cradling the baby on his front. They were going through a phase where they couldn’t sleep unless they were being bounced. “He’s never been alone with both of them.”

JJ and Emily exchanged amused glances, their expressions a mix of encouragement and mischief. “Come on, Y/N,” JJ urged, placing a reassuring hand on your arm. “He’s going to be fine. You need a night out.”

“Yeah,” Emily chimed in, her tone playful. “It’s just a few hours. Spencer can handle it.”

You bit your lip, glancing back at Spencer. He was now making silly faces at Anthony, who giggled in delight, while Daniel babbled happily on his back. “I don’t know…” you hesitated, your protective instincts kicking in.

Spencer caught your eye and smiled reassuringly. “We’ll be okay,” he said softly. “Go have fun. The boys and I will manage.”

You sighed, feeling a mixture of anxiety and excitement. “Alright, but if anything happens, you call me immediately,” you warned, giving him a pointed look.

You disappeared upstairs and found an old dress and let your hair fall into crunchy waves. You ran a straighter over the waves in an attempt to smooth them out. Forgoing makeup, you met your two friends downstairs. You reminded Spencer to have the boys back in bed before long.

“Or else they’ll be up early and-“

Spencer raised his eyebrows. “I’m telling you think because I love you, but go,” he said softly. “Get out of here.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, placing a kiss to the twins’ scalp before placing one on Spencer’s cheek. “I’ll be back before you know it.”

With one last look at Spencer and the boys, you headed out the door with your friends, a sense of freedom washing over you. Spencer watched you go, the door closing behind you with a soft click. He turned his attention back to the twins, smiling at their innocent faces. "Alright, boys, it's just us tonight," he said, his voice filled with determination. "Let's show Mommy we can handle this."

“To the bar!” Penelope cheered as you got into the backseat with Emily.

“I thought we were going for dinner?” You said meekly.

Emily wrapped her arm around your shoulders. “We can get food at the bar.

-

It was well past midnight when Spencer's phone rang, waking him from a light sleep. He answered quickly, hearing your slightly slurred but happy voice on the other end.

"Spence, I need a ride home," you said, giggling.

Spencer rubbed his eyes and glanced at the twins, who were sound asleep in their cribs that had been stationed in your bedroom. "Okay, where are you?" he asked, trying to keep his voice low.

“JJ’s.” You hicupped. “Called an Uber.”

Spencer smiled despite his grogginess. "I'm glad you did. I'll be there soon. Just stay with Penelope, alright?"

"Yes, sir," you teased, your giggle echoing through the phone.

He got up and gently transferred the sleeping twins into their car seats, taking extra care not to wake them. Once they were securely fastened, he carried them to the car and headed to JJ's house.

When he arrived, you were waiting outside with JJ, Emily, and Penelope, all of you looking a bit worse for wear but incredibly happy. You were slumped against the porch railing. You spotted him and ran over, nearly tripping in your excitement. Emily handed Spencer the shoes you’d kicked off earlier.

"Spence!" you exclaimed, throwing your arms around him. "You're my husband!" You turned around to the girls, practically parading Spencer around as he smiled widely. “You guys are not going to believe how amazing this guy is,” you slurred.

He chuckled, catching you before you could fall. "Let's get you home."

“My babies!” You whisper shouted, climbing into the front seat. Spencer tried to help you as you wiggled over the console and into the backseat, settling between the two car seats.

You leaned over to Anthony, placing a kiss on his cheek, then on his forehead. You did the same to Daniel. Spencer smiled at the red lipstick smudged over his son’s faces. “Are we ready?”

You nodded giddily, one hand on each twin. As the car started moving, you let out a dramatic sigh. "Spence, I need something greasy," you slurred, your eyes half-closed. "Like, fries. And a burger. So greasy."

He chuckled, his heart swelling with affection. "Alright, let's find you some greasy food."

He pulled into the drive-thru of a nearby burger joint, ordering your favorite meal. As he waited for the food, he glanced back at the boys, who were still sound asleep, then over at you, your eyes struggling to stay open.

Once he had the food, he parked the car in the lot and handed you the bag. You eagerly tore into it, a blissful smile spreading across your face as you took the first bite of your burger.

"Oh my god, this is amazing," you mumbled around a mouthful of food. "You're the best, Spence." You leaned across the console, running your hand up his arm. “Like the greatest freaking husband ever. Like ever.”

“Am I?” He teased, placing a fry between your lips.

You nodded, bringing your hand to his shoulder. “Like so great. You-“ you turned away to let out a small burp, “you took care of my babies. Our babies.”

Spencer laughed softly, his eyes filled with love and amusement. "Of course I did. They're my babies too."

You leaned back in your seat, closing your eyes briefly as you savored another bite of the burger. "You don't know how much I needed this," you said, your voice softer now.

Spencer watched you with a tender smile, his heart swelling with affection. He adored you in every state, but seeing you so relaxed and happy made him fall in love with you all over again.

"Anything for you," he said quietly, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face. "You deserve it."

You finished your meal, your head starting to droop as the exhaustion from the night caught up with you. "I think I'm gonna pass out," you mumbled, leaning your head against the front seat.

As he drove the rest of the way home, he kept glancing over at you, your peaceful expression bringing a smile to his face. He felt incredibly lucky to have you and the boys, and he couldn't imagine life without you. When he finally pulled into the driveway, he carefully carried the twins inside first, tucking them into their cribs before returning to the car to help you.

You were half-asleep by then, but you managed to wrap your arms around his neck as he lifted you. "You're my Spencer," you mumbled again, your head resting against his shoulder.

Spencer carefully helped you out of the car, your arms looped around his neck for support. You were still slightly tipsy, your legs unsteady beneath you as you stumbled into the house.

"Let's get you out of that dress," he said softly, guiding you to the bedroom. He gently unzipped the back of your dress, helping you ease out of it and into something more comfortable. Just as you were about to thank him, a wave of nausea hit you hard.

"Oh god," you groaned, rushing to the bathroom with Spencer close behind. You barely made it to the toilet before you started throwing up, the remnants of your burger and alcohol making an unpleasant reappearance.

Spencer knelt beside you, holding your hair back and rubbing soothing circles on your back. "It's okay, just let it out," he murmured, his voice calm and reassuring.

When you were finally done, you slumped against him, utterly exhausted. He grabbed a washcloth, wetting it with cool water and gently wiping your face. "There we go," he said softly, his touch tender. "Feel a little better?"

You nodded weakly, feeling a bit embarrassed but grateful for his care. "Thank you," you whispered, leaning into him as he helped you back to the bedroom.

He tucked you into bed, pulling the covers up to your chin. You were out before you could respond, the exhaustion and the alcohol pulling you into a deep sleep.

When you finally woke up, the sun was high in the sky, indicating it was well past noon. You groaned, your head pounding as you dragged yourself out of bed. Padding to the living room, you found Spencer on the floor with the twins, stacking blocks and making them giggle.

"Never drinking again," you mumbled, rubbing your temples.

Spencer looked up, a knowing smile on his face. "Was it the green fairy?" he asked, his tone teasing.

You squinted at him, confused. "How did you know?"

"Lucky guess," he said with a wink, turning back to the boys.

You plopped down on the couch, watching as he played with the twins. Despite the rough night, seeing him with your sons brought a smile to your face. "You're amazing, you know that?" you said, feeling a surge of love for him.

He glanced up, his eyes warm and affectionate. "I just want to take care of you," he said simply. “Open my phone. There’s a picture of you guys.”

Curious, you reached for his phone on the coffee table and unlocked it. The screen displayed a photo of a drunk you between the two car seats, your face beaming with a silly grin. The next photos were of the twins, fast asleep, with smudges of red lipstick on their chubby cheeks.

You took a sip of Spencer’s coffee, chuckling as you mumbled, "I have no idea where the red lipstick came from."

[nexxocatt]

THUNDER SAGA & WISDOM SAGA RANTS!!

Genuinely how can I live my life normally after this. Like,, HOW.

Anyway,,,

MAJOR SPOILERS AHEAD!!!

TWs/CWs: swearing, mentions of violence and death ig. If you're uncomfortable click off any time!

And without further ado, let's gooo!!

THUNDER SAGA

- Gosh, 'Suffering' is maybe probably most definitely my second fav song (after 'Thunder Bringer' ofc) in this saga. It's just so GOOD UGHH!!! I'm utterly OBSESSED with whoever voices Penelope/Siren Penelope cause they just sound ETHEREAL. Also the amount of memes with the "You know I'm too shy" is astounding. Def my fav part of the song.

- I hc that Ody, in 'Different Beast', when he said "You are no wife of mine!" that he pulled an "erm, actually-" and basically: "Nah cuz you got a few details ab my wife wrong, homie. You see, her ponytail's tips actually reach 3.5 cm lower than that, plus you got the shade of her eye color wrong. And gods she'd never wear that tunic without matching earrings!" Homie's obsessed lmao.

- Oh. My. God. KJ. KJ! THE ABSOLUTE QUEEN GAHH!!! The fucking growl Scylla had on "Give up your honor and wraith!" Made me literally almost fall over. I had a ton of fun just dancing to KJ's vocals. My GOD that's beautiful💯💯

- Tell me y'all can hear the absolute desperation in Eury's voice at the start😭 bro does NOT wanna believe his home bro Ody just gave up six men's lives like that. Also not Jay bringing back the "This is the home of the wind god" bullshit like pls I cried enough at 'Monster'😭😭 And not Eury turning Ody's words around by saying "I'M JUST A MAN!" then stabbing a cow, like HOMIE. WHY.

- Here comes Zeus the party crasher everyone! Yippee! But no, seriously, I've had 'Thunder Bringer' stuck in my head for a while cuz my boy Luke Holt's vocals be giving me shivers. Imma cry cause the absolute pain and crack in Ody's voice when he says "I know..." like,, 😭😭 Also the animatics where the crew just attacks Ody and the dude just accepts his fate are CRIMINAL. Ain't nobody asking me to cry today bro🙏🙏

WISDOM SAGA

- Gotta be my fav saga yet. The "Watchu gonna do about it, champ?" line was delivered PERFECTLY🙌🙌 Ayron is the absolute Top G. Also Miguel's voice for Telemachus is just UGHH SO GOOD!!! Also Tele be like: "STAY BEHIND ME MOM I'LL PROTECT YOU!!🤺🤺🤺"

- Let's fucking go Athena is back on track, baby! Literally LOVE both hers and Antinuos' vocals. They were ON. TOP. I couldn't help but giggle at Tele's "Woah,, that is so sick!!" Like he's my baby boy I love him smmmm!!!

- I ain't got no shit on Athena no more. Home girl's just guilty frfr. "You're a good kid." "Thanks!" AHHHH THEM>>> Anyway, great song. I love Athena now. I don't hold no grudge against her anymore, no siree. She my homie now💪💪

- WANGUI. THE LEGEND FRFR. They could never make me like Calypso but Barbara served. I listened to 'Love In Paradise' on my headphones and did not expect to hear Polites' voice in my left ear and Eury's in my right😭😭 The time-dive was LEGENDARY (haha.) and Ody's screams then him just yelling "ATHENA!!" cause he doesn't have anyone else to call for help was heartbreaking 💔

- Ahhh the fact that Jorge got his dad to voice Hephaestus is so cute <33 And Mr. PAM-PAM was right. Luke Holt's BEASTMODE ZEUS IS PHENOMENAL. I adored the transition between 'Warrior Of The Mind' and 'Legenday' after Zeus supposedly struck Athena down, which were – by the looks of the animatic shown in the livestream – the memories that got the goddess determined to stand back up💪💪 The way Ares' voice almost broke when he asked "Is she dead..?" broke me like😭😭 And whoever voices Hera is an absolute legend how the fuck is your voice that HEAVENLY😳

Also pls let the 'Silly Saga' be a thing, I had all the vids from Jorge's Disney Princess Era plus the Jimmy Neutron specials stuck inside my head non-stop for daysss🙏

Ooh and if we're lucky (and Jorge wants to ofc) maybe we'll get an album with cut songs! That would be amazing!! No pressure for the team tho, whatever they choose will be respected by everyone!

Also guys dw Athena's not dead, goddesses can't die you silly geese🙃 She's just injured n I'm absolutely sure we'll hear more of her in the upcoming Sagas! ^^

That's all for now! Take care y'all!! Stream the Wisdom Saga NYEOW👿👺!!!!

[imnotaman]

Nightmare

Penelope woke up in a strange place, a room in pitch black, she was about to grab her sword when she realized it wasn't beside her where she always left it. A voice called behind her

"Have you forgotten the lessons I taught you?"

Him. How had he gotten to her?

she looked behind her back and got into her fighting stance, protecting both hands, glow and behold; there he was

"Ares!"

"Have you forgotten to turn off your heart? This is not you."

Why was he saying this. Did he just want to haunt her with the fact he'll never be her Mentor again? Why did he have to be like this.

Ares glitched, he seemed to be shifting onto another form. There were 2 options; either Penelope's dreams decided to be Extra Bitchy to her that day, or ARES decided to be Extra Bitchy to her that day.

"I see you changing from how i've designed you."

The walls began to shift, growing, shrinking, anything you could think the room would change to that.

"Have you forgotten your Purpose? Let me remind you."

She was somewhere else now. The Cyclops cave. Why the hell was Ares doing this to her. Soldiers were managing to run away, one of many was right behind her

"Circe." She looked as beautiful as the day she'd lost her. It took so long to realize the Cyclops was about to club at Circe, and she was blissfully unaware.

Penelope screamed out her name, any kind of warning! But it was too late

"600 Lives to take"

2 more people hit.

"600 lives I'll break"

4 in a single hit.

"And when I kill you then my deed is over."

Hit.

"You're dying here and now."

Hit.

"Escape is not allowed."

Hit.

"You won't live through this day so die."

Hit.

"Die."

The scenery changed, causing a sense of Nausia in Penelope, she couldn't see much as she was trying not to Puke. All she could hear were the sounds of the ocean and the wind in her hair

"And now it is finally time to say goodbye today you die~"

No.

"Unless, of course, you apologise."

Please.

"For my son's pain and all his cries"

Penelope looked up, maybe this time it could be different. Maybe Ares would be merciful enough to show what could have happened instead

"Amphitrite, we meant no harm," she began, her voice shaking. "we only hurt him to disarm him! We took no pleasure in his pain. We only wanted to escape~"

Ctimene was beside her, holding her shoulder as if she knew what was coming.

"The line between. Naiveté and Hopefulness is almost invisible"

FUCK.

"So close your heart"

There had to be a way to save them

"The world is dark."

There had... there had to!

"And ruthlessness is mercy--"

Fuck.

"Die."

The scene shifted again. She was in the Underworld.

"Waiting...."

Why. Why did he want her to suffer!?

"Waiting..."

Penelope turned, she knew who that was

"...Dad." it wasn't a question. Not this time at least. Her father's face began to shift

"Waiting... Penelope when you come home I'll be waiting..."

A tear couldn't help but fall down Penelope's eyes, at that point she had just started crying.

"Even if you're the last thing I see I'll be-"

"I-I'm right here Dad! Can't you see me? I'm"

"Waiting..."

A ghasp escaped her lips, why did Ares want this. "I took too lo-"

"--you on the brink of death"

Tireseas.

"I see you draw your final breath. I see a man who gets to make it home alive."

Penelope could only whisper what the Prophet said, "But it's no longer me..."

Penelope felt numb, she could only cry and beg with the same words she had spoken all those years ago

"This can't be... we've suffered and sailed through the toughest of Hells! Now you tell us our efforts for nothing!?"

The Prophet continued, "I see your Palace covered in red... Faces of Women who long thought you dead." She got closer to the Prophet, angry. She was so close home. It was all worthless!?

"I see your man with a girl who is haunting." Who. Who was it!? She got even closer to Tireseas "a girl with a trail of bodies..."

She grabbed him by the neck in anger

"WHO!?"

The scene changed, a boat. Directly inside of a cave, eyes glowing, 6 torches behind Penelope, she only had a single order.

"ROW FOR YOUR LIVES"

"DROWN IN YOUR SORROWS AND FEARS"

One.

"CHOKE ON YOUR BLOOD AND YOUR TEARS"

Two.

"BLEED TILL YOU'VE RUN OUT OF YEARS"

Three.

"WE MUST DO WHAT IT TAKES TO SURVIVE"

I know.

"GIVE UP YOUR HONOR AND FAITH"

Four.

"LIVE UP YOUR LIFE AS A WRAITH"

Five.

"DIE IN THE BLOOD WHERE YOU BATHE"

Six.

"WE MUST DO WHAT IT TAKES TO SURVIVE"

The figure appeared in front of Penelope, this never happened the last time Penelope want through this, Scylla's eyes grew red. Ares was in control of this.

"We are the same you and. I~"

"Choose."

Thunder appeared behind her. No. Please. ARES

"Someone's gonna die today and you have got the final say~ choose."

Penelope looked up at Zeus, praying to both him and Ares

"Please don't make me do this. D-Don't make me do this."

She didn't hear anything for a while, until Ctimene's voice caught her off guard

"Captain?"

Penelope looked up at her friend, she ran to hug Ctimene, which seemed to catch her by suprise

"I have to see them."

"B-but we'll die."

"...I know."

And with that the scene changed with a shock of Thunder, this was a different place, she was in a Palace. Ithaca? Why was she there

"Cause I'm stuck with your stories..."

That voice. She knew it all too well after the last to days.

"But no clue who you are"

Telemachus?"

"And no idea if you're dead or just too far~"

"TELEMACHUS!?"

Penelope fell down, cowering like a pathetic child. This was how she gave up.

"Somebody tell me."

The voice of the child she never met.

"Come and give me a sign"

Her real child.

"If I fight those monsters is it you I'll find?"

A monster. That's all she was. 600 men who died under her command. A monster to both Man and God. Why. Why couldn't she move

"I still intend to make it so you don't Lower your Guard"

Ares.

"Don't forget that you're a warrior, do not tear yourself apart"

ARES.

"You are a warrior of the heart"

Penelope stood up, ready to tackle him at any moment, she ran as quickly as Possible and landed a punch, he didn't even flinch.

"Don't disappoint me"

She really had nobody. Her friends were all dead, Amphitrite would probably drown all of Ithaca, and the people she cared about weren't even from her universe

Solana would never actually care. Telemachus only likes her because him own mom's a γιος της σκύλας. And Odysseus is in her own place so she'd never see him.

It was worthless.

She was worthless

And the she woke up in the tent she set up in the tress, just outside the barrier of Ithaca.

[finisnihil]

Absolutely salivating over the Thunder Saga and Thunder Bringer. I feel like it's such an awesome depicton of Zeus.

Zeus often gets depicted in a very flat way, which I understand, but it's still always fun to see a piece of media show the Point of it all. The gods are personifications of concepts and reflections of the humans who worship them.

Zeus is the king of the gods, he is imposing and loud and intimidating. He is the one who punishes humans for flaws like hubris, he abuses his authority because that's what kings do. Pride and hubris are concepts he plays with and breaks like mortal women (and young boys, GET BEHIND ME GANYMEDES I'LL PROTECT YOU), he is the only one who can undress and relish in this without consequence because he is the lord of all. He is monsterous is the way humans and nature are.

He makes Odysseus choose between his men and Penelope because Odysseus didn't partake in the meat. A captain takes responsibility for his crew but Zeus knows he wasn't able to stop them because he lost that authority via the mutiny. Technically, he wasn't captain anymore, that wasn't his responsibility, he only regained that when the crew fucked up and needed him to. Zeus was cruel, will you take responsibility for your men at the expense of youself or will you let them bear the brunt of their sins themselves as you were spared that burden by their own intervention? It's like Eurylochus said: "If you want all the power you must carry all the blame".

Odysseus responds to Eurylochus saying they'll die if he does not take the blame with that he knows, he knows he doomed them, and maybe Odysseus would've considered it earlier in the story, but he's long since burned his humanity at the altar in sacrifice of Penelope and their child. His crew encouraged this, not realizing that a man-made monster denies mercy to anyone who gets in his way, not just their enemies.

Eurylochus never believed they would get home so Odysseus told him light the torches. Eurylochus would be another sacrifice at Odysseus's altar, one way or another. So would all his brothers. Odysseus became like Scylla and Circe and Polyphemus. He would be the helmet that scared Astyanax. He would look out for himself because it seems only monster and gods survive in this world, humanity is culled for the sake of protecting what you love. Your power, your life, your wife, your son.

The rain Zeus brought washed away the last of that humanity, the last remnants of Odysseus the man.

[kindredtarot]

❛❛What you need to balance right now?❜❜

› ♡˖°꒰ Pick a pile

✦; Pile : 1 ˎˊ˗❞

6 of swords, 10 of pentacles, 7 of stones, queen of arrows, 2 of cups.

“I'm just really fuckin' selfish and really fuckin' lost. But someone loved me, someone fucking loved me. Someone fucking loved me and I fuckin' loved them too. Goddamn it, I was worth something, I fuckin' learned something. I had my cake (I ate it, it ate me too and, God, no)” — Feel Better by Penelope Scott

You need to balance your timely actions and patience. It looks like you are transitioning to a new stage in your life because you want to advance and achieve what you want. Are you choosing to leave behind old relationships? Probably a hard decision emotionally, but something you felt you had to do to protect yourself. “Can’t heal in the same environment that wounds me”. You want stability, finally. Maybe you want it before but insisted to try having it with people that wouldn’t give it to you. But now you are making steps towards it, starting with the choice to move on. You want to have a stable foundation financially and/or with your family, a place that you can actually call home and mot having to worry about having to protect yourself and your feelings 24/7. And you can get it, you just need to have patience with your healing journey. 

You are going in the right direction. I know leaving people that you really cared about hurts and it might take some months or a year, but continue to take care of yourself, physically, emotionally, and mentally. It’s okay to let your mind remember and miss past moments sometimes, and to cry your heart out. Blocking those things would just make it harder in the long run, and you might already know that deep down. Resting and not doing nothing doesn’t mean your are giving up, take your time to get ready to continue towards what you want. Taking care of yourself will clear your mind and would help you communicate better and making better decisions towards your relationships with others and your possessions/money. I can see your relationships improving, with yourself and others, actual soul-touching connections. Maybe you always wanted a soul family, a group of friends that were like family or a healthy family life, whatever it was, I can see this area of your life improving and beautifully too. Just take priority and improve your relationship with yourself first and foremost, so you are ready with strong boundaries and understanding of what you truly want to start deep connections with others too.

✦; Pile : 2 ˎˊ˗❞

page of wands, 3 of pentacles, death, the tower, queen of pentacles, 3 of wands in reverse.

“Do you ever see someone and think "Wow, they got lucky", the craftsmanship of their bones, their brain, and their body. When I look into the mirror for too long it hurts, they don't track how many steps it takes to burn off dessert. Do you ever see someone and think "Wow, they got lucky". I'll let 'em take accountability. For everything that's wrong with me. Can't hold myself responsible. So I'll blame the metaphysical. If Jesus died for all our sins. He left one behind, the body I'm in. Same hands that made the moon and the stars. Got carpal tunnel and forgot some parts” — God must hate me by Catie Turner

You need to balance how you view others vs yourself. You might put people in a pedestal and put yourself down unconsciously. You seem to be someone with so many ideas and plans, wild imagination! (You might be an artist). Someone that sees the “impossible” and is sure it could become possible! A really exciting and active person, whether that’s physically or mentally. You might like working in group or just admire people. They seems really interesting, so many new perspective. And they are talented too, in their own way. Maybe your achievements don’t seem as valuable to you just because you are admiring other people that seem to just have everything else you want. You have a lot too, in your life you were resilient. You sometimes might think you are giving up too easily but you are resilient. You are still going, aren’t you? Still trying or planning to get better and get to your goals. Don’t forget to look back to your past to realize how far you’ve come, how much you had learned. Just because all the things you had achieve aren’t as visible to others like what you see outside of yourself, doesn’t mean they don’t exist or are less. 

Others seems so cool to you, and forget you are cool too. Do you have a lot of unfinished projects? So many ideas but maybe don’t fully follow through with them. And others seem to have their shit together already, finishing what they started. Instead of discouraging yourself, try observing the things you admire from those people and take what could help you keep going. Maybe you have problems with planning your projects or stay stuck on just planning instead of actually starting them. This unbalance in your views of others and yourself has to “die” to start building something better that would work for you. It won’t be easy to fix something that got stuck so deep in your subconscious but it is possible! It would make you feel really frustrated or confuse at the start, because a  lot of beliefs that you had would be breaking and making you rethinks them and what you are doing with your actions. And that’s okay! Because you would understand yourself better and see you for who you truly are. A really cool creative person. You would nourishing more your creative mind, projects, and collaborations with people. You would start to work as a team, truly this time, because you would finally see yourself just as valuable as those who you admire are. And you would also go through your projects, because you would commit to them now. I can see you caring so much more about your projects in a practical way, and growing success and financial stability because of it. You might have setbacks after committing with your projects because you don’t really know how to advance with them, but those setbacks are gonna be temporary, so have patience with yourself. Every mistakes teaches a lesson, remember them for any future obstacle. And remember to ask for help when you need it too!

✦; Pile : 3 ˎˊ˗❞

5 of swords, ace of wands, 4 of cups, ace of pentacles, 10 of swords.

“Spider-boy, king of thieves. Weave your little webs of opacity. My pennies made your crown. Trick me once, trick me twice. Don't you know that cash ain't the only price? It's coming back around. And I keep my side of the street clean. You wouldn't know what I mean. 'Cause karma is my boyfriend. Karma is a god. Karma is the breeze in my hair on the weekend. Karma's a relaxing thought. Aren't you envious that for you it's not? Sweet like honey, karma is a cat. Purring in my lap 'cause it loves me. Flexing like a goddamn acrobat. Me and karma vibe like that” — Karma by Taylor Swift

You need to balance your thoughts, desires, and actions. You have to stop acting with your ego. Stop playing with your luck… I feel like you could have so many things but you might be impulsive and make moves that you know you shouldn’t be doing because they aren’t planned or because it might be tripping someone else and not even getting you nothing valuable at the end of it. You might be a little stubborn about this, maybe prefer not to follow “rules” or are scare of doing so because you think it might not work for you? Instead of making risky decision that barely give you anything or sometimes nothing at all. Try taking your time planning and making decision that even if they succeed or not, they would still level you up. 

You have so much potential and a vision as well. But you can’t just go about it without planning nothing at all! Like trying to make a spark into a fire. You need to blow towards the spark correctly, if you don’t, you lose it and you don’t get the fire. And then your motivation is left on the cold. I understand the frustration, but don’t forget about what you have already. You can try to create a fire in the first place because you have the materials already. And you might receive a lot of opportunities that could help you but you don’t take them seriously because they aren’t up to your expectations or because you rush into them without thinking in what ways they could be helpful to you. Whatever it is, you are self sabotaging. You could help yourself up towards what you wants or you could destroy everything on your way. You actions are part of you, so think them through. You are constantly stabbing yourself with fear. Getting overwhelm and falling from exhaustion. Remember, the only thing that you can control is your actions and reactions. So don’t give power to fear and anxiety. Once you release that, you can hold your own power yourself and utilize it to make the right decisions. On choosing what you want, how you want it and how you are going to get it.

Don’t be scare of your potential and stop unleashing your decisions on others. karma might comeback later on to bite you in the back, but play your cards right and it could be your biggest helper! Just keep going and focus on doing better. 

[rwby-encrusted-blog]

Sewuel to ascended penny ask.

The jabberwalker attack the doll that was penny, does ruby snap out of it grab her weapon and save her?

If ruby dies save her does Penelope call ruby mom?

Yang and Blake were the first of the group out, ready to hop into the action. Weiss followed them, taking only a moment to watch Ruby and ... Penelope? before running after her teammates.

Ruby: Jaune ... killed you?

Penelope?: It ... It Hurts! To! THink about it!

Ruby: I - uh! - GGRRR! Little, Try and comfort her! I gotta - I gotta!

Jaune: (Outside) RUBY! Come HELP!

The reaper took off quickly, running outside leaving the the Doll and the Mouse alone.

Little: Wait! Ruby! Uh! Hello! P-penelope?

Penny?: I! DOn't KNow! It hurts!

Little: What hurts?!

Penelope?: It hurts to Remember!

~~~~~

Ruby: (Unholsters Crescent Rose) Okay ... Just ... Fight.

Grimm were overrunning Mantle, and she couldn't do anything

~~~~~

Little: Remember what?

(Ironwood): You are the Official Protector of Atlas. Congratulations Ms. Polendina.

Penny?: I - I have to help my Friends! I was made to protec-

(Jaune): P-Penny?

(Penelope): Close! I am Penelope! It is A pleasure to meet You! Thank you for Saving Me!

~~~~~

Ruby: C'mon Ruby Just ... Fight! (She Flinches as Crescent Rose unfurls)

~~~~~

Penelope?: Father Will Protect Me if I'm in trouble! I should stay here and let him fight!

(Pietro): You're a very special girl Penny. You've done well in training and The General has said you're readying to go to the Vytal Festival!

(Penny): Sensational! Do you think I can make Friends?

(Pietro): With a little bit of luck, yes. Anyone it'd be lucky to have you as a Friend!

~~~~~

(V1 Ruby): Keep Fighting! Forever and ever, against an Invincible Monster the Took. Your. Mother.

Ruby: (freezes as panic takes over)

JabberWalker: (Charges at Ruby)

~~~~~

(Who is She?):What ... Do ... I DO!

(Penny): I'm combat Ready!

(Jaune): Stay Behind Me! I'll protect you!

(Penelope): Thank you Mr. Knight!

~~~~~

JabberWalker: (Leaps Over Ruby, continuing toward the Cabin the Doll is in.)

Jaune: RUBY! GO PROTECT PENELOPE!

~~~~~

(Who Decides that?): What ... am I?

JabberWalker: (Breaks the door down)

(Does Anyone?): EEEEEHHH!!

~~~~~

Ruby: (Slashes the JabberWalker, making it Shatter)

Neo: (appears, Grabbing The Doll)

Jaune: PENELOPE!

Neo: (Dissappears, taking The Doll and Little with her.)

Ruby and Jaune: ...

Weiss: (from Outside) The Dam's Breaking! Get out of there!

[dootznbootz]

Heyyyyyyyy dootz (I’m sorry it won’t happen again but that’s what my internal monologue refers to you as and it makes me laugh every time)

Got any fun house of Atreus headcanons?

It's okay! I don't mind being called Dootz :D It's fun! *headbonks back*

I actually don't know much about them other than basics. :'( As I've been an idiot that basically went "Okay, stop reading 6 different translations of the Odyssey and more Euripedes, and get your FIC DONE. STOP READING OTHER SHIT AND GETTING DISTRACTED!" (which has actually kind of worked 👀 I've actually been writing!!!)

But I have a LOT on Menelaus, Anaxibia, and Agamemnon's time at Tyndarius' >:D

I have Helen and Menelaus closer in age, (actually have Menelaus a little bit younger than Helen) and similar to your ideas, he's an incredibly quiet and shy kid after what they went through and just his personality as a whole. I love the thought of them all being childhood friends in a way as it's fun (basing it a bit on all time I spent on the family farm playing with my cousins and other friends. Doing wild shit in the woods and pastures. :P We'll nowadays be giggling and the adults are horrified by the dangerous shit we were doing.) Also it's funny having Odysseus being the ONLY one who didn't grow up with them so he's left out when they all start chatting about silly things they did as kids (kind of delve into it HERE but the ages are probably a bit changed :D )

Agamemnon, being the oldest and protective of his siblings, is...having a rough go of it there. Especially at first. A lot has happened. He's really trying to "save face". Probably will "rewrite" what I have planned for him and Clytemnestra as having her being OLDER than the triplets and not the same age as Helen changes a LOT of things I had figured out but I like that more as that makes it so that Iphiginea actually WORKS. As before I just kind of planned on just letting there be a plothole.

Helen and Menelaus, I have lots of ideas on!! >:D Helen and Menelaus are the definition of "Me and the girl I pulled by being autistic." If you've seen the Pixar Movie "Up" with young Ellie and Carl, THAT WAS THEM as kids. He kind of quietly follows her and helps her while she's just dragging him into dumb things. Helen was kind of a bossy girl growing up

Penelope joins in as well (and is behind some of their dumb ideas), as she's the youngest of her siblings and her cousin's place is where there are more kids to play with. Penelope and Helen are both "Go-getters" so they bicker a bit but also are really close. Anaxibia is older than all of them (other than Agamemnon) It's like Zuko with Toph, Aang, and Katara. Getting along with them but also a "I sometimes keep forgetting that you're a bunch of kids."

They're all reckless in their own way and all have their stupid stories they did as kids. (Menelaus and Penelope are close as well. Why Odysseus eventually asks for Menelaus' help being HIS wingman as well.) I wanna keep some things hidden for spoilers in my fics (How Menelaus and Helen get together and Theseus' kidnapping for example) and with how I have to plan around Agamemnon and Clytemnestra's rewrite. BUT I'll be sure to let you know when I have that all figured out!!! >:D

[dangerously-human]

for the fic writer game: 3, 4 for take his hand, 8, 20 for merry metamorphosis (am I trying to make you write pregnancy fic... maybe), 27 for ch2 of here's a safe place, 37, 49

3. What are some tropes or details that you think are very characteristic of your fics?

I write a lot of family life for traumatized characters, stuff that requires a lot of intentional growth but also leaves space for tenderness. Love me some literal sleeping together, too. I mostly write post-canon, and a lot of introspection. And I think I'm always working off of an assumption of redeeming the narrative, in a sense - not that things will always go well, but they will always have meaning. It's the Christian worldview, I suppose.

4. What detail in [Take His Hand] are you really proud of?

Honestlyyyy, I could wax rhapsodic talking about this fic and how it came to be. Lucy's chapter may be killing me a little bit, but there were parts of Lockwood's that truly feel like they came from outside of me (we've talked before about the Holy Spirit influence on this one). I know I already mentioned this in my reply to your comment, but the fact that Lockwood was praying with his old rosary beads from when he was a kid when the call from Penelope Fittes comes in says a lot. It's a nod to (part of) what Lockwood chose to pray about, after all those years of distance - the right opportunity to invite Lucy to come home - and it also ties the success of the company to a lasting legacy for the Lockwood family, which is such a key aspect of understanding Lockwood himself and just what he's trying to include Lucy in. It also says that he unpacked the literal box of memories, however painful, even if he's not 100% ready to unpack the metaphorical one - except he has started to, he's praying and acknowledging the God he feels let him down (or maybe the other way around, depending on the day), and he's doing this thing that reminds him so strongly of Jessica and their shared grief. It's not "solved," Lockwood still has a long way to go and a lot of Jacob-like wrestling with the Lord to do, but at least he's stopped running in the opposite direction and actually let himself feel something - which is what the Black Winter is all about, in his arc. I could go on about this for ages, truly.

8. What song would make a great fic (to either write or read)?

Captives Come Home by Run Kid Run is just BEGGING for Other Side fic, - please, the number of times the lyrics repeat stuff about creeping shadows and the other side! - and maybe I'll write it eventually but I'd be equally happy to read it if someone else did. Would love to see it start with Lockwood and Lucy's first crossing ("There's hope inside that box you close/That only opens when your life explodes/On the other side, come home"), then tackle when the whole crew is there ("Don't you know you gotta get up/Get up and find a way back home?/So hold on tight, let's go/Leave behind false sense of hope/Where creeping shadows call your name") and then focus on post-canon efforts to clear the fences so the captive spirits can finally reach their final destinations ("As I'm waiting for the world to end/I'm clinging on to oxygen/I'm pulling captives by the hand/Come home, come home"). I have not shut up since my first read through TCS about the Harrowing of Hell imagery and, yeah, I just think I deserve this one, as a treat.

20. If you wrote a prequel to [A Merry Metamorphosis], what would it involve?

I know I already said this to you the other day, but bestie, do I have good news for you! Next (new) project on the list is literally this. 😆 To be fair, it doesn't exactly take a lot to encourage me to write pregnancy/kidfic, lol. But yeah, been thinking a lot about protectiveness and what that would look like for Lucy and Lockwood as they prepare for a baby, and how that would interact with their work (logistically and emotionally), considering they're still pretty young when they have Ivy.

27. How long did it take to write [Here's a Safe Place to Lay Your Heart Down ch. 2]? Describe the process.

FKlejgklaegl well. According to the date I created that Scrivener file, parts of that chapter were written in early September, and I just published it to AO3 last weekend, so you can do the math. Here's the thing about Lay Your Heart Down: while the core themes/message remained the same throughout, it went through several iterations in how I conceptualized it, and that made the writing process AGONIZING, because it was a constant repetition of knit/purl steps and untangling and reworking. (I don't knit, so take my metaphor with a grain of salt.) Honestly, this mostly came about because I kept asking myself if The Necklace counted as an engagement ring in Lockwood's mind, which obviously I kind of answered in Woke Up in a Safe House Singing, and that pivoted to a very vivid idea of how Lockwood would think about picking out a ring for Lucy and what it would look like and why. So. That could have been a drabble, but I also have a lot of feelings about the Touch/possession scene in the second episode, and that had to go somewhere!! And overlapped a lot, thematically. So a lot of the Lockwood having a self-isolating freakout stuff from ch. 2 was written first, plus the bit immediately after THB with the broken headphones and remembering watching Lucy dancing. All that used to be together in one chapter, which was going to be sandwiched between Lockwood picking out the ring and a sweet future scene that featured the ring somehow - the narrative started out even less linear than it ended up. (That final scene is now its own WIP.) Then I ended up with all the canon-era relationship development in the first chapter and the second could focus on that core conflict, Lockwood panicking about those lines from the show - "he gave me the ring, he wouldn't hurt me" - but in the context of all the various ways he could get Lucy hurt, because old conflicts (internal and interpersonal) tend to reemerge at transition points like the engagement period. A couple things that got me unstuck with this chapter were actually writing out more of what happened on the job that went wrong, letting Lucy be more upset (while still understanding), working out that Lockwood's fear this time was less about Lucy getting hurt and more about being the reason for that happening, and drawing direct parallels to Fairfax and Annabel (which in turn let me work in that good stuff about devotion and mutual belonging).

37. Promote one of your own “deep cut” fics (an underrated one, or one that never got as much traction as you think it deserves!). What do you like about it?

I'm not shocked Onward, Ontologically has gotten very few eyes on it - if nothing else, Continuum is a tiny fandom, even less active now than when I was originally writing for it, plus Kiera and Alec are a complicated ship (I'm often curious if they would still be a rarepair if the fandom were larger, though - I could see it going either way). It worked for my Yuletide recipient, though, and that's all that really matters. I really like the quiet domesticity of it, and that it leaves space for the S3 conflict between Alec and Kiera to remain somewhat unresolved - I like complicated, and I don't think an easy resolution would have been realistic after everything these two went through and did to each other, and the tangled doppelganger web.

Within this fandom, one I wish got a little more love was Smoke & Shield. Gen is usually a bit, idk the right word, quieter? So I wasn't expecting as much excitement as with my Locklyle works, but I do think it's a really good character study of Jessica and her relationship with her little brother. I got some truly lovely comments on it that tell me it still found an audience to resonate with, though!

49. What are you currently working on? Share a few lines if you’re up for it!

Well, since you attacked us all with baby fever, here's a snippet from the "Lucy learns she's pregnant with #4 via George's powers of observation" fic. (I don't think I've posted this bit before? Idk, this is the problem with lingering WIPs!) I've been WIP-hopping a lot, but this is one that's gotten a bit more focus lately:

With arms outstretched to take one twin off my husband’s hands, I explained, “I’m not even sure yet myself. It honestly hadn’t occurred to me until George said something, but…” My voice got smaller as I finished, “I think he might be right.” Transfer completed, Lockwood let his hand linger, then drop to hover just over my belly. At the open wonder on his face, I blushed. It wasn’t as though we hadn’t done this part before - twice, in fact - yet it seemed even at the mere possibility, he couldn’t help looking at me like I was made of something magic. To be fair, that wasn’t all that far off from Lockwood’s normal.

[missmitchieg]

beer & boyfriends

ao3

"After that case, I need a drink. Anyone wanna join?" Tara announced as she scooped up her gray blazer and purse, looking more than ready to leave and get smashed.

Penelope looked up with a smile, always up for a drink with her friend. "I'm in!" She said quickly, adjusting the peach cardigan she wore over her baby blue dress with peach roses along the skirt.

"Me, too!" JJ nodded, draping her black jacket over her shoulders.

"And me." Emily breathed out, rubbing a tired hand over her face.

"Ah, not this time, ladies. I'm exhausted and I got a bottle of scotch with my name on it at home." David smiled kindly, waving at his team.

"Oh. Bye, Dave." Penelope pouted as she waved back at him.

"Maybe next time." Spencer gave everyone a smile. "Love you guys."

"Love you, Spence." JJ nodded and patted his shoulder.

"I love you, Reid." Emily grinned.

"Love you, Boy Wonder." Penelope smiled at Spencer and watched him leave.

"I gotta get home to the kids. Promised we could watch a movie before bed." Matt shrugged. "You know how it is with the little ones."

"Aww, yeah. Give everyone hugs from us." JJ smiled as Emily draped an arm over her shoulders.

"Will do!" Matt promised as he followed behind David.

"Can I come?" Luke asked as he approached the group, bag slung over his shoulder.

Her smile drooping, Penelope groaned softly and looked at Luke, crossing her arms. "Seriously, Newbie?"

"Aww, come on." Luke ducked his head to look at Penelope, giving her a hopeful smile.

Penelope let out a small noise as her lips parted, feeling her resolve weaken. With furrowed eyebrows, she looked at her friends, who were smirking silently at her. She looked back at Luke and sighed, rolling her eyes. "Ok, fine. But only because my friends seem to like you!" She insisted.

"Sweet!" Luke cheered as he draped his own arm around Penelope's shoulders, chuckling softly as he swore he could feel his crush leaning into his touch.

"To O'Keeffe's!" Tara announced as the group of friends left, heading straight to their favorite hangout.

"Oh, thank God. I need whiskey!" Emily announced the second she stepped foot inside O'Keeffe's.

"Ooh, same." Tara agreed.

"I got you, ladies! Two whiskeys coming up!" Penelope offered and walked toward the bar to order their drinks.

"I need some Jack. What about you, Luke?" JJ asked.

"I'll just have a beer."

"Got it." JJ ran up behind Penelope, ready to order the Jack and a beer before noticing some guy watching Penelope.

"Hey, pretty."

Penelope furrowed her eyebrows and glanced over her shoulder, looking for a pretty girl that wasn't there. She looked at the source of the gravelly voice, tucking a strand of her behind her ear. "Uh, hi."

"Hey! Uh, Jack Daniels for me and a beer for my guy friend over there." JJ scurried to get herself between her best friend and the greasy stranger, pointing over her shoulder.

"Sure thing, Doll."

JJ smiled and placed a protective hand on Penelope's back, but it didn't seem to deter the man at all. If anything, it spurred him on.

"My Name's Collin." He smiled, a collection of fake gold teeth scattered throughout his mouth.

"Uh, I'm Penny."

"Jennifer."

"Pretty names for pretty girls." Collin nodded.

"I'm married, dude." JJ rolled her eyes, unamused.

"And what about your friend, Penny?"

"Here's the drinks you ordered, ladies."

"Ah, thank you!" Penelope grinned kindly and grabbed the whiskeys while JJ held the Jack and beer, taking a step back. "Hey, uh, why don't you meet our other friends? I think you'd really like them." She suggested and gestured with her head.

"Yeah, sure." Collin grabbed his half drank Gin and followed the girls to their table, sipping his drink.

"Guys, meet Collin. Collin, this is, uhh, Tara, Emily, and my boyfriend, Luke." Penelope smiled as she and JJ strolled back toward the table where Tara, Emily and Luke stood, placing their drinks in front of them. "Here you go, Honey." She said softly and gave him a pleading look she hoped was subtle enough that Collin wouldn't notice, looping her arms around his bicep.

Thankfully, Luke got the hint quickly and gave Penelope a smile, his eyes crinkling as he gripped the beer she handed him. "Thanks, Chica." He said, his voice equally soft before he leaned in to whisper in her ear. "Are you ok?"

Penelope smiled at his question and nodded quickly. "Yeah, I'm ok." She whispered back, squeezing his bicep appreciatively as she felt Collin's gaze harshly.

"So, Collin. What do you do?" Tara asked, her voice casual as she sipped her drink.

"I'm a truck driver, ma'am. Just in town to visit my sister." Collin answered, not noticing the way she almost cringed at being called "ma'am".

"What's that like? Being a truck driver?" Emily asked, resting her chin in her hands in a way that showed off large rings that would hurt if you got punched by them.

"Oh, you know, drivin' takes a lot of concentration and you never know when there's gonna be a group o' kids or animals on the road when they shouldn't be."

"Mmm, true." Penelope nodded, giggling as Luke pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "Babe."

"What?" Luke smiled. "I can't help it. I just love you so much." He said honestly, giving her another kiss on the forehead.

"Luke!" Penelope laughed and leaned up to kiss Luke's jaw, her face flushing as she did so.

"Oh, these two." Emily shook her head, her eyes fond. "We can't keep them off each other."

"Seriously. Believe it or not, this is them toning it down." JJ joked with a chuckle.

"Is that so?" Collin inquired, quirking an eyebrow.

"Mmm-hmm. Just last week, I caught these two canoodling in my bathroom." Emily snickered, and Penelope almost shrieked at the false accusation, her face bright red.

"Oh, my God! That was one time!" Luke huffed, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "How many times do we have to apologize for that?"

JJ couldn't hold back her laughter and spit out some of her drink, giggling into her hand. "Oh, my God! I remember that! You two looked so embarrassed!"

"Well, it's gonna be a little embarrassing to get caught kissing your boyfriend, who you really love, when you're in a bathroom!" Penelope defended herself and took a swig of Luke's beer for herself, pouting cutely at him. "Honey, the girls are being mean!"

"Aww, poor baby." Luke cooed and pressed a kiss to Penelope's cheek, giving her a hug.

"Hey, refresh my memory. Was that before or after I found Luke sneaking pictures of Penelope in that little red dress?" Tara asked.

"It was after." Emily answered easily. "Pen, you picked a good dress to wear that night because your man really loved it."

"Ehh, it was better on the bedroom floor." Luke shrugged, delighting in Penelope shrieking again and lightly smacking his shoulder.

"Oh, my GOD!" Emily snorted into her hands, unable to control her laughter as JJ giggled into her shoulder.

"Dude! That is the literal definition of TMI!" Tara admonished, though she grinned, shaking her head.

"Lover, not in public, please." Penelope begged and buried her face in Luke's neck, who turned to watch Collin type something into his phone and then look up, taking another drink.

"Ok, ok. I'm sorry. That was a little too far. I'll stop." Luke promised, topping his apology with another tight, protective hug. "I'm sorry. I love you."

"I love you, too." Penelope said, almost breathless. "You're so sweet, Luke."

"Aww, I wish Spencer was here for this." JJ lamented, a dreamy look in her eyes.

"Ah, he promised next time, sort of." Tara waved her off and noticed Collin typing on his phone again out of the corner of her eye before he picked up a call.

"Hello? Hey, sis." Collin smiled, gripping his drink. "Oh, what? A pipe burst?" He asked, his eyes comically wide. "Your place is flooded?" He scratched his chin, biting his lip. "No, I gotcha. I'm comin' over."

"Somethin' wrong, buddy?" Tara asked, her tone uninterested as she watched Collin chug the rest of his drink, throw some money on the table, and start walking away.

"Uhh, I'm sorry, guys. My sister's having an emergency! Nice meetin' you's!" Collin called as he ran out to his truck, speeding away.

Penelope watched the door shut behind him and smirked, laughing into her hand. Her laughter set off everyone else, and she giggled into Luke's shoulder. "Oh, man! That was so funny!"

"Ha, 'it was better on the bedroom floor', Luke Alvez?" Emily cackled, wiping a tear away.

Luke groaned and face palmed, shaking his head. "God, I'm so sorry, Garcia. I don't know why I said that. That was too far. I swear I'm usually not that crude." He grimaced, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

"Hey, you were saying what you had to say to keep your girl safe." Emily said simply, gesturing to Penelope.

"We've all had to do worse at some point in our job." Tara agreed.

Penelope nodded, her arms still wrapped tightly around Luke's neck as she watched him. "You protected me. Thank you, Luke."

Luke stared at Penelope, her sweet tone catching him off guard. "Anytime, Penelope." He promised, glancing at her lips. He smiled as she nodded and leaned in, pressing a kiss to her lips.

With wide eyes and a jaw on the floor, JJ repeatedly slapped Emily's shoulder lightly as she, Emily, and Tara watched Luke and Penelope kiss. "I... Need to call my husband. Suddenly, I feel like I drank more than some Jack Daniels."

Emily scoffed and patted JJ's back, pulling out her phone to call the man she might've trusted more than anyone else, watching Tara place a large tip on the table.

"Come on, ladies. Let's wait outside. I think our friends will appreciate the privacy." Tara insisted, tugging Emily and JJ outside.

Penelope giggled almost silently as she pulled away, her eyes shining and her lips tingling. She blushed as she bit her lip, ducking her head. "Thank you, Hunky Newbster."

Luke laughed at that, his eyes crinkling again. "Hey. Anything for you." He vowed, kissing her cheek. "Anything."

[gnattyplayssims]

1956 Pt1 - Becoming A Donnelly

The morning of Ava's 6th birthday was a beautiful and clear spring day. Anabelle was excited to make her only grandchild a birthday cake and Jamal had offered to fix the fridge leaving Sofia and Ava to have some time alone.

"Last birthday without a daddy Little Bird."

By the time the cake was ready the family was all stirred up. Kye and Jamal had been cracking jokes all morning but eventually Jamal took it too far and then it turned into an actual argument.

Sofia picked up Ava and let the rest of the room fade away as Ava blew out her candles.

Ava didn't like all the fighting either and fled the scene. Sofia followed her till she stopped in a quiet place behind the house. She turned and gave a little wave.

"Goodbye Baby. See you on the other side." Then with a little hop and a flash of light Ava became a child.

Kye and Anabelle wanted to take Ava out for ice cream so Sofia and Jamal had some time alone. For a little while they talked about wedding plans but it didn't take long for things to get heated.

"I thought we were going to wait for the honeymoon."

"Just a taste."

"Too bad Penelope couldn't come."

"Don't remind me. I finally got the courage to ask her out and she's busy. Hey there's Nik! Nik, We didn't expect to see you here."

"You know I wouldn't miss this"

"We just thought with school and everything."

"It'll be there when I get back"

Finally the big moment arrived. Sofia took her father's hand and he brought her down the aisle just as he had promised when she was 13. Butterflys filled her stomach as she walked toward Jamal thinking about spending forever with him and living happily ever after.

Kye rubbed his thumb over the butterfly ring. "When I gave you this ring I told you to wait for someone who would love you as you deserved."

"And that you'd cry all the way down the aisle."

"I'm barely holding back." He slipped the ring from her finger. "You don't need this."

"You look amazing."

"You really think so?"

"How could you possibly think otherwise. You look like a princess."

"Jamal Donnelly with this ring I promise to love you and only you until the day I die. This ring will be a symbol of our eternal love...forever!"

Jamal took her hand rubbing his thumb over the glove in the place he knew she had scars. "Sofia Mizrahi, today I swear to you to be a husband who cares for you always. A husband who protects you. And I swear to be a good father to Ava."

He slipped the ring onto her finger.

Sofia could hardly wait to kiss her new husband. Ava gasped. "Grampa why is mommy attacking Jamal's face?"

"That's called kissing sweetie and people do it when they love each other very much. One day when you meet someone you'll stand up there and seal your love with a kiss too"

Introducing Mr and Mrs. Donnelly!

"How does it feel?"

"How does what feel?"

"To be a married woman? To have your have your prince swoop in and rescue you and live happily ever after."

"It feels like a dream. One I hope I never wake up from."

He pulled her into another kiss.

"Kyler, Nik! Wait! Don't you dare try to slip away we need pics." The boys complained but she took their hands and dragged them in front of the camera. "I expect a remake of these at each of your weddings."

Kyler blushed, "I'll keep that in mind."

"Hopefully we'll meet her soon"

"To the happy couple. May the Watcher bless you with an incredible life"

"It really does feel like the Watcher is finally smiling on me. Like everything is finally going to be okay. I know the future won't be perfect but...I'm feeling hopeful"

"Maybe the future won't be so bad"

"Hey mind if I join you."

"Shouldn't you be upstairs."

"Eh, they think I'm in the bathroom and in this dress that means I have at least 30 minutes. You okay?"

"Yeah just thinking about this girl I've been talking to. Weddings are good for that"

"You should go for it!"

"There you are. I was coming to see if you needed help."

Sofia jumped up to greet her husband. "Sorry I got distracted. Are you offering?"

"Offering to get you out of this dress? I've had enough of people today and you naked is all I've been able to think about."

The wedding reception went through the night so it was early morning when they arrived in Tartosa. "This is way too much tulle."

"I like it, it makes me feel like a princess."

"Makes me feel like I'm going to drop you. Why don't you go upstairs I'll find us something to eat."

Neither of them had eaten much at the wedding so Jamal was starving. As he was grabbing wine and a snack he heard Sofia coming back downstairs. "I told you I'd be right...up. Is that my shirt?"

"It is."

"My shirt and hardly anything else?"

"It is."

"Are you trying to end me?"

"That might have been the goal yes." "I guess we'll just skip right to dessert then." His hand grazed over her leg as she leaned back on the table. "But I think I'd rather have the full meal...in bed. And then...for dinner tonight...and breakfast in the morning...I want to feast."

He took her back to the room and for the rest of their honeymoon they feasted on each other. Learning each others bodies intimately. Enjoying the bliss of each others arms. Forgetting about all the men that had ever hurt her and erasing them forever from her mind.

As the honeymoon came to an end. Sofia was feeling worried. "Do you think I look fat?." "You look perfect but...maybe we should get a test. We've had a pretty active week." Negative. Relief flooded Sofia and she suddenly realized...she didn't want anymore kids...even with Jamal

1956 Pt2 - Flea Market Nightmare

[helpesslywriting]

Penelope had cried herself out, day after day. A month and a half passed since the day Priest Ackerman had come to her door and offered her comfort. People had come by, and left meals or drinks at the back door, not wanting to draw attention by going to the front.

"The poor girls had enough negative attention as it is." Her friend Locke had scolded an onlooker who was staring blatantly at her darkened home. "She doesn't need you wraiths hanging out, eyeballing her like some sort of void monster." She waved them away with the towel she kept slung over her shoulder and glared at them until they left the street, glancing back at her with a more than displeased expression.

When Locke appraoched the door, she was shocked to find it slightly ajar and movement from isnide. She picked up the bottle of juice she had been meaning to bring over and hold it over her head like a club and pushed the door open to see Penelope storming across the room.

"Gods!" Locke snap as she jumped in fright at the sight of her friend when she whirled around and brandished a butcher knife at her. "It's just you, you scared me!" She stepped inside and closed the door behind her. "What in the world are you doing?"

"Packing." Penelope said simply and went back to storming across the room toward the table where a large bag laid open and several items lay organized and ready to be put inside.

A change of clothes, dried foods, paper, pencils, a water skin, a hat, a shawl. Then the butcher knife was laid down next to a pair of socks. "Packing for what?!" Locke demanded as she began piecing together the items on the table with what was going on. "Are you running away?"

"No." Penelope stopped, eyes darting along the items on the table. "Maybe, if I find a place I like living better than here."

"You're insane!" Locke hissed as she put the bottle down on the table and braced herself at the tables end, leaning on her palms. "You know whats out there!"

"Void monsters, I know." Penelope picked up the butcher knife again, as if this would explain everything. "I can't just keep staying here, staying cooped up, hoping everyone will forget what he did and staring at me like I've grown extra limbs I dont need. Or with pity like I'm a sick animal in need of help." The auburn haired girl huffed and shook her head. "I'm tired of it. I want to go somewhere, I want to be outside again!"

"Then come with me," Locke pleaded as her friend went to dig around in a drawer across the room in a chest of drawers. "We can go on a walk, somewhere safe away from everyone."

"No, I don't want to go somewhere I've been--" She trailed off before shaking her head again hard and pulling out a leather flap that contained flint and some steel to light fires with. "I want to go somewhere new." She whirled around and pointed at her friend, whose mouth was already open. "By myself."

"That's practically suicide!" Locke argued as Penelope made her way back to the kitchen area and started stuffing the bag with her bigger supplies. "Have you thought this through?" She saw her friends brow furrow as she kept stuffing her bag. "Who will protect you? You don't have any training in self defense? There wont be any iron protectors to keep you safe in the wild!"

"I know," She stomped away to the counters to grab a second, smaller bag that was stuffed with other dried foods and a second water skin. "But I'm too hurt and angry to just roll over and die, Locke. I've gotta do something. Being here, in this town, having to see everyones faces is just too much....Who knows. Maybe I'll find another village nearby and just do a vacation. Or, I could get out and see some things and then come home. I don't know what I'll do but I have to do something."

She hauled the other bag over to the kitchen table and sighed, "Being here, it's like a festering sore. I'm not an idiot. I know people are gossiping about me. I know his parents have come by and tried to talk to me. They want to apologize. But I just don't have it in me to forgive them and it's hurting me even more to know that I won't if I keep feeling like this." She looked up and locked eyes with her friend. "I want to get better and I think some time away to myself will help remind me that Tav truly isn't the world. That there's a whole world out there and no one has the ability to stop me from doing what I want." She gripped the bag tightly, an overly familiar pain in her throat. That's all she could manage anymore. Tears had stopped forming weeks ago.

"if you need something new, why not try learning at the Temple? Or blacksmithing or something that was interesting before?" Locke was the one crying now. Tears falling from her hazel eyes and wetting her brown dress. "I'm worried sick that once you leave the village I won't see you again."

"I wouldn't disappear completely, if I found a new village or a life for myself." Penelope put down the bag and walked around the table to embrace her friend warmly. "I would come back to let you know, how else would you get to come visit me?" She felt her friend hug her tightly and cry softly for a moment before she let go and wiped her eyes.

"I know there's no changing your mind, not now." She waved her hands in front of her face to help dry her cheeks. "You're already mostly packed....so..." She put her hands on her hips and sighed heavily. Just when Penelope thought Locke was going to argue, she nodded. "What else do you need?"

//

Penelope adjusted her bag on her back and the one on her hip before she looked back at Locke, her pairing Keaye and Ackerman. They had walked her to the edge of the village, where the fields and the dirt paths ended and the wilderness began. In the distance, Penelope would make out the forms of a few Iron Protectors moving slowly while on patrol. Glimpses between the trees at their long mechanical arms swaying with the slow hobble of a walk.

"You always have a home here." Ackerman said as he put his hands together in prayer and dipped his head.

"You better not die." Locke warned and gave her one last hug around the neck. "I mean it."

"I heard you the last ten times." Penelope laughed and hugged her friend back. A small cold tingle tickled the back of her neck, a prick of fear of leaving the well known area. The excitement made her stomach tremble in anticipation of the unknown.

She pulled back and turned on her heel, if she stood waiting around for them to leave first, she would never start. Her resolve would buckle. She couldn't allow herself the opportunity to back out. Not when doing this made so much sense.

She could hear them calling out well wishes, prayers and demands to come back. As she walked, she raised her clenched fist in response, a false facade that she was unafraid. In truth, once she was out of sight of the iron protectors, even though the plains rolled gently and nothing could be seen for miles, she was scared.

Daylight was safe. Relatively. Accidents sometimes happen, like with her parents. A fire at the library had trapped them, and they lost their lives when she was just a teenager. There were also wolves, spiders, other beings that wanted to do her harm.

She knew she could handle travel during the day. She was cautious, and knew to be wary of cliffs and random holes. But it was the night she was truly afraid of.

No one knew the true reason why, and who you asked got you a different answer. What was the source of the void monsters? An inky blackness that seemed to spawn monsters that took on the form of nightmares. Moving skeletons, zombies, and scaley four legged creatures known simply as "creepers".

At night, when the sun had dipped low enough behind distant mountains, the void would begin to produce its beasts and creatures. Iron protectors defended the village night and day from any sort of attacker, so the villagers could rest easy and enjoy their relatively peaceful lives.

Now she would not have their protection. Now, she truly was alone. And afraid. But she pushed on. She hasn't heard of anyone who had left the village and traveled as far as she wanted to and come back. Who knew how close the next village was? The town she grew up in was rather large, and was not interested in forming a trade route with anyone else.

Soon the plains gave way to a oak forest, and trees grew tall and proud, untouched by man in close clumps. She pressed on, dodging trees as she walked at a quickened pace. The trees at her back made her paranoid, it was too easy for something to sneak up on her without her knowing.

Birds were chirping, sticks we're breaking under her feet. In the distance she saw something move. She froze and reached for the sword at her hip that Keaye had given her for her protection at the demands of his pairing. As the town blacksmith, she knew his work was good, and that it wouldn't break easily. She brandished it as the white figure came around the side of a tree.

A sheep. It turned and baa'd at her, it's strange eyes boring into her as it lowered its head to eat some of the grass growing between the oaks roots.

[mikeellee]

There a rumour circling around the high society about how Duke Perril is mourning forever the loss of his dear wife. A romance of ages. The man used to bring flowers to his wife every day, she was the light of his life- no one can properly certify such claims but for sure it must be true- his wife, Penelope, perished during childbirth, giving her last breath to make sure her only daughter survives.

It's a tragic story. People comment about this PART of the story. See, the duke loved his wife madly so- no one can testify anything- and never was illuminated enough on how biology and medicine are far more complex.

"He blamed the little girl?" One of the noble woman inquired in a low tone. Her eyes are focusing on the ring leader. "Oh come on, why he would blame on a little girl? Even more as she looks like his late wife"

The ring leader has long red hair, she can only sighs. "Man, dispite titles and money, can still be ignorant. He thought it was her fault and to "fix" a mistake propose to dabble into magic" whispear as she holds the teacup gentle. The corner of her eyes twitched a little as the others ladies are gasping and mentioned how their own men aren't THAT ignorant.

"Maybe is not a fact of ignorance, Lady Amy's father lost his wife and I doubt he hold against his daughter" the ring leader replied amused by their reaction. "Maybe it was just malice. Plain and pure, if she had survived...he would feel threatened by a baby...what that makes him to be?"

"A pathetic coward"

"You said it" the ring leader then proceeds. "He dabbles with magic to bring her back...all the while tormenting his own daughter...but you know, death till us apart still is validate in some cases...oh let me tell you the rest of the story" grins like a cat and no one makes a sound.

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The Duke Perril groans as his magic research is fruitless. It must have a way to bring his wife back, and get rid of that , finally after some frustrated experiments. Some spells proved to be hogwash- if it made such parasite be silent for a couple of hours, not a total waste of time. " Who she thinks she is to call for HER NAME?"- and he would call a day when....

He noticed a black book. Inconspicuous enough, the Duke can't remember if he stole the book or brought it. Upon taking and opening the pages...words start to form...

TO RESSURECT THE PERSON YOU WANT YOU NEED TO GIVE SOMETHING BACK. SOMETHING THE DECEASED LOVED VERY MUCH

The Duke can't explain the thought process here, all he knows is if hw thorw that parasite on fire...his wife will return for him. "YES OF COURSE" his eyes are glittering and a smile dares to form in such way that defies his own face.

"I'LL KILL HER AND THEN...I WILL HAVE YOU BACK" The duke knows fire will be the best way to kill that creature.

He is looking for her. The name escape his lips. "Bet it was something stupid...a flower name"

I like flowers so much. A voice speak in his mind, a memory of course, his dear wife loved gardens and flowers hence why...the garden is now decaying.

"When you return to me...I'll make the best garden for you" promised the mad Duke. "We will be together, my love"

I wanted a daughter. Her voice echoes in his mind. A daughter for me to love and protect. "She took you from me"

You hurt my daughter. The voice replied. "No...no....It was because she took you from me, who am I without you?"

Hid legs are walkinf aimeless. He has a torch in his hand, ready to burn and end this all. "My love where are you?" Pleads. "I love you" pleads and pleads.

My daughter pleads too...did you know that? Her voice once was so sweet- she was a singer,her voice was a gift some woulf even say- but now is just...emotionless.

He opens a door and see a small catherdal. Not unheard of some nobles familes to have something like this in his house. "I miss you, my love...all I want is for us to be together...we can have another daughter...flowers, gardens and happy days wait for us" the door closes behind him.

There's a body there.

The duke runs...runs and runs.. but he never menages to reach towards the body. The body, cover with a white sheet, raises from the center.

"All I wanted is for my daughter to have a happy life!" Her voice is cold the sheet slowly falls as her face is long before the eternal youth in his mind.

His wife was a beauty, her smile was a radiant one.

The corpse in front of him is not smiling. But you can see all of her teeth even so...you can see her skin.

Once in time, she was a beauty...many men and women vixing for her attention.

Now... she is long gone from the beauty she once was...

Her arm grabs him...

The fire on the torch drops...the fire hits his head.

---

"He burned? Oh my...that would explain the renovations on the mansion" one of the ladies replies surprised.

The ring leader chuckles. "It is just a rumour/story. The old duke wasn't well liked. The new heir is having to navigate through all that" and adds. "What happened to the daughter is unknown.. if it was a ghost, I like to think the ghost took her only daughter"

Some throw theories.

"Oh this theory must come from the fact the new heir looks a lot like the former ducheness" one piped in.

The Duke's fate is unknown but willingly accepted how the man must have loosed his mind and was institucionalized.

The new heir through....it's a mystery.

Even more as she is always with her only daughter in hands.

[katerinaaqu]

With Circe Circe was toned down. She doesn't turn people to animals because she can nonono! She does it to protect her nymphs! She then tries to seduce Odysseus to kill him (because apparently her wild animals were not available in Epic) even Odysseus seemed to be almost ready to fall for it ("who's to say of all mistakes I'll ever make this will be the last mistake I'll ever make", "I'm just a man I'm just a man forgive me") because Hermes never told him that he cannot refuse her in his song. Then suddenly come back to his senses yells "I can't!" And pushes her away giving a tear jerking story on how Penelope is all his power and then Circe is like "oh hon no problem I was in love before myself! Go to the underworld you are free"

No year with her. Tiresias tells him Jack shit given how apparently in Epic we do not do his redemption sacrifice and such and he doesn't converse with the souls of the underworld. We only see his mother come and go singing "waiting" but that's all

Then because we have a huge plot hole for Odysseus couldn't know where to go, they made them find the sirens by accident (the sirens are mermaids of course. We cannot have the Greek sirens in the Greek mythology adaptation) and then Odysseus DOESN'T listen to their song but has wax on his ears as well and somehow he still sees one of them as his wife. He then apparently reads her lips as he asks the siren where to go and siren tells him to go to Skylla because Poseidon is afraid to go there for some reason! XD and then Odysseus fucking shoots her and then apparently his men knew exactly how many sirens they were for they capture them and Odysseus orders to cut their tails and let them in the water to drown.

Then in Skylla they go through and Eurylochus says to him how he opened the bag and then Odysseus OUT OF SPITE consciously gives out 6 torches to attract Skylla. Skylla takes them singing a dramatic song on how she enjoys their pain Odysseus of course NEVER geared up to protect his men in desperation like in the Odyssey

Eurylochus wants explanation on why he did what he did and Odysseus gives no explanation so they gave a duel and then someone stabs Odysseus from behind and again for some reason they do not kill him, they arrive at the island of Helios they shoot the cow on the spot they do not eat it though for Zeus appears and then tells Odysseus to choose himself or his crew (Lol). Odysseus chooses himself and Zeus smites the ship with a lightning

And of course the rest I believe you know with God Games and all how apparently Telemachus has a fist fight with the suitors because why not lol 😆 and then we have Athena have some sort of persuasion game with the gods (who had no problem in the Odyssey) and Zeus is a sore loser as he is in all modern adaptations and strikes her with lightning! And now this! It just gets worse and worse....

Charybdis was placed now AFTER Ogygia and somehow she is a minor inconvenience lol and Odysseus have a face off song like "bring it on". No more the desperate story where he was holding for dear life from the fig tree praying that his broken pieces of his broken ship would come out after he suffered the tragic loss of his men

New Epic saga and it's horrible... to give you an idea, Odysseus fought Poseidon, stole his trident and made him beg for mercy

hmmm a god begging a mortal for mercy is not exactly on par with Greek religion and stories. How did that scene made it into the final version?

[deceasedream69]

BAIT

I really like this one lol

Summary: you're the bait to catch a killer and Spencer is your back up. *pure fluff*

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- "you're the one who fits the killer's profile"

- "I'm not complaining, I'm even excited to do it", I said taking one of my knives out

- "no knives", said Hotch looking directly at me.

- "that's no fun", I said putting the knife back.

- "are you sure we should risk someone from the team, there's a high chance this will go wrong and-", Spencer started rambling.

- "hey, don't worry, pretty boy, she knows how to take care of herself", said Derek.

- "and I have the perfect dress for you, and it's perfect to kick ass too", said Emily smiling

- "show me"

We went to her house. We as in Emily, JJ, Penelope and me.

- "it's beautiful", said JJ admiring the dress

- "ok, I'll go put it on, thanks Emily", i said grabbing the dress and walking to the bathroom.

I put the dress on and walked out of the bathroom.

- "goddamn, it's perfect for you", said Emily. That made me blush a little

- "let's not get distracted, we have work to do"

- "I know someone who is going to get distracted", said JJ teasing me.

- "who?", Asked Penelope innocently

- "a certain doctor, sorry, bartender for today", said JJ smiling.

- "y/n and Spence?!", Said Penelope and Emily at the same time.

- "y/n and Spence?!", I said mocking them. "Shut it, there's nothing there, specially on the other side, now let's get going".

I actually thought he was cute, but come on, his a freaking genius, why would he like to be with me.

- " wow baby girl, looking hot", said Derek when I entered the van. The van was parked behind the building, with all the equipment to hear everything from a microphone that was between my bra, and the cameras that were inside the building.

- "thanks, I just need one of those things you put in your ears", I said smiling because I had no idea what they're call.

- "here", he said giving me one

- "thanks", I put it in and got out of the van.

The doors opened and I got inside. My mission was to flirt with the millionaire who was suspect for the murders of at least 5 women. And get him to try something on me.

There was a lot of people there, all of them seemed pretty... Boring.

I walked to the bar and started to look for our unsub.

- "would you like anything to drink?", Said a voice from the bar. I turned around, it was Spencer, he looked so hot. He had a blue button shirt, the sleeves rolled up a little, his hair was messy and the last button of his shirt was unbuttoned.

- "there are so many options", I said lying, obviously I couldn't drink right now. I actually didn't like drinking.

- "you can ask anything, darling, I'll pay for it", said a voice from behind me. He slide his hand across my back, I turned around.

- "hi", I said softly. "And you are?"

- "so rude of me, I'm Thomas", he said grabbing my hand and kissing it. I smiled. "And you, pretty thing?"

*Thing? Of course he just said that*, i thought.

- "I'm Diana".

- "Diana... Would you like to dance with me?"

He didn't even let me finish, he pulled me into the dancefloor and we started dancing salsa. He was a great dancer, such a pity he was a serial killer.

I could feel a lot of people staring at us. Spencer was one of them. Of course, he was there to protect me, but his eyes looked like he was mad at the guy. Thomas was very touchy after all.

We finished dancing and walked to the bar again.

- "so, now that I showed you my moves on the dancefloor, I can show you other moves", he said kissing my hand.

- "I would love that", I said taking a shot from the bar finishing it in seconds, I grabbed his tie and pulled him in a kiss.

- "you know, we should take this upstairs, for more privacy", he winked at me.

- "why not", I said smiling and following him.

*Spencer's pov*

Y/n took a shot from the bar and drank it in seconds, I never saw her drink alcohol.

I wanted to interrupt everything and just punch the guy in the face, but we needed more evidence to lock him up.

They started kissing right there, I was so disgusted, I had to look away. Then they started to walk away from the bar.

- "guys, what do we do now?"

- "let her, if she really needs help she'll tell us", said Hotch.

*Y/n's pov*

We entered the room. There were other two guys inside.

- "Diana, meet my friends, Steve and Carl"

- "I thought we were going to get privacy", I said trying to sound innocent.

- "oh, don't worry, darling. We will". He said closing the door.

- "shouldn't we intervene now?", Said Derek to Hotch.

- "wait". Hotch knew the potential you had, so he let you have a little fun before actually arresting the unsubs.

- "now, what a shitty ass English accent, just because you say "darling" doesn't mean you can not put effort into the rest of the words", I said looking at Thomas.

- "what the fuck do you think you are", he said walking towards me.

- "men, this is going to be too easy".

*Spencer's pov*

There were a lot of screams coming from our intercoms. I was more and more worried by the second. But it got worse when we heard a gunshot.

All of the people at the building started to walk out of there. Everyone scared.

The team entered through the back door and we ran to the room. Kicking the door when we got there.

The three unsubs were on the floor. Y/n standing in front of them, breathing heavily.

She turned around and we noticed a cut on her left cheek. And a bloody knife on her right hand.

*Y/n's pov*

- "one of them had a gun, but they're all alive, sadly", I said walking towards the exit.

I got to the bar, dipped my knife in a random cup that was there, shook it a little and cleaned it with a napkin.

- "are you okay?", Said a voice from behind me.

- "we catch the guys, I'm more than okay", I said smiling softly.

- "does it hurt?", He said pointing at my cheek.

- "it burns a little"

He walked behind the bar and got a first aid kit. Got a few things out and started to clean my wound.

-"auch", I said backing my head.

- " sorry"

- "it's ok, you can continue", I said putting my face closer to him.

I got distracted looking into his eyes. They are so beautiful, and the fact that he was focused doing something made them even more mesmerizing.

- "want a drink?"

- "I don't drink"

- "but you had a shot before kissing the unsub"

- "hey, I needed a little push, ok?", I said laughing.

- "and how many drinks would you need to kiss me then?", He asked getting closer to my face"

- "let me show you", I said grabbing a cup that only had water, drinking it, and pulling him from his shirt.

After we pulled away he had a confused look on his face.

- "I didn't taste any alcohol in your mouth. That sounded weird, what I meant was-"

- "this is water", I said lifting the cup in front of him. "There is your answer, 0 shots". I said smiling and kissing him again.