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HOTD STARTERS // accepting

@factsfcrged: ❝ i understand you’ve found yourself in some trouble. ❞

No shit. Lucy pursed her lips, the words on the tip of her tongue, just barely held back. This was worse than some run-of-the-mill police officer looking to fill his arrest quota to make it seem like he was actually doing his job, this was the fucking FBI. Wary, green eyes darted around the room they had her in for questioning. She folded her arms across her chest to stop herself from nervously tapping on the table in front of her. Lucy wasn’t even fully sure what she was here for - was it for her, or him? She found it hard to believe that the feds would care about what she did.

“You’re gonna have to be a bit more specific.” she said, finally looking at the agent across from her.

#factsfcrged #;; interactions // lucy quinzel #ic.

@factsfcrged asked:

“What would help right now?” Andro

It was a trap. When they saw all those photos from the crime scenes and were told the details, they covered their mouth with both hands and stood like that for about a minute. Out of flight, fight, or freeze options their body chose the latter. Now they were sitting, breathing slowly, long fingers were moving as though they were counting something (and they were), their eyes were closed as they tried to rationalize everything. It was a trap. Now they knew why Spencer brought them there and why he contacted them about a month ago in the first place. They couldn't be mad at him though, they would probably do the same thing. Whatever means necessary. When you deal with this kind of evil, it's always whatever means necessary. And they were safe there, weren't they? All the fuss and chatter around became an indistinct hum, but they looked up when he addressed them. He looked stoic, but in the depth of his eyes, there was guilt. Oh, if he asked, they could tell so much about Doctor Spencer Reid, things that knew only the most faithful friends... "I'm sorry... I..." saying that they wanted to go home would be the right thing to do. For them, not for the victims, families, or these agents, "Something soft... A plushie or a pillow..." They lowered their voice to whisper, they still hated to show weakness with the strangers around. "Maybe a cup of coffee... And give me pencils and paper, I will draw you his portrait."

#factsfcrged #; por tu noble debilidad #; andro rp #// so my idea is that their attacker came to US and started killing there #young girls but you can choose something else #spencer found out about the spanish case and how it ended #and then he found andro #and persuaded them to come to BAU because basically #they are the only living witness who saw the killer #hope it works for you

@factsfcrged said, ❝ i want to share in your joy. i want to be part of all things that make you happy. ❞

as a general rule, arthur tended to give government agencies a wide berth for both work related and international reasons. while he was contracted with an american based company, that didn't always prevent badges from interrogating him about his accent.

( maybe that was less policy related and more attitude related. )

whatever the reason, the blonde liked to avoid it at all costs. his father had questioned him enough for a lifetime while he was growing up. after that, his sister had picked up the mantle because she wanted to run the company business. that, too, got real old real fast. so, arthur walked away. walking away eventually led him to a private security job where he'd eventually met the behavioral analysis unit.

" i, " the blonde's head jerked back. the fingers touching the neck of the dark guinness beer bottle start to rotate it against the wooden surface.

originally, he'd agreed to meet spencer at o'keefe's because another job had him in the area for a while. all their interactions had been fun, relaxing, and oddly distant from either of their occupations. sometimes the things reid got excited about flew right over arthur's head. he was expanding his horizons on a number of things he'd never even considered learning about.

around them, various conversations created a low hum of white noise. admittedly, he suddenly felt like a deer in headlights at the statement. he hadn't been in anything serious since his marriage fell apart. they'd been young, though, and lot of factors led to their downfall. gwen was still one of his closest friends, though.

blue eyes search over the gentle features looking his way. joy was practically an entity all his own. one thing arthur could do was read spencer like one of the books he always had in his lap. nothing but sincerity stared back.

" still tryin' to figure out what that is, truth be told, " a grin tugs at one corner of his lips. " got my head too deep in work to know much else about myself. but, you... " arthur's head nods a few times. " have been a big part of why i've been happy lately. i know that much. does that mean what i think it means? "

#✭ ㅤ answer ㅤ ››› ㅤ his work is never done ㅤ .#✭ ㅤ modern ㅤ ››› ㅤ when the night is cold ㅤ .#factsfcrged

GONE GIRL SENTENCE STARTERS // accepting

@factsfcrged: ❛ Whatever they found, I think it’s safe to assume that it’s very bad. ❜

She nervously bit her bottom lip, nodding her head in acknowledgment, as she held in the bubble of anxiety before it turned into full-blown panic. She and Spencer were good at what they did. Their combined work history helped them know just what to do to cover their tracks, but there was no such thing as a perfect crime, and the police had found something. The yellow police tape, flood lights, and multiple marked cars in the same area where she knew a body was hidden away painted a damning picture.

But a body being found didn't equal a crime being solved. Cases went cold all the time. She lifted her gaze to meet his, a cool resolve in her eyes. “We'll be fine. We don’t know what they found. We were careful.”

#factsfcrged #v: you are a better knife than you are a person ( serial killer au )#v: paging doctor death ( medical examiner / human )#ic.

@factsfcrged said, " where have i been ? uh .. long story . "

" oh, " halston finds herself smiling only because she's not sure what other emotion to convey. everything about this and them was still so new that she had no idea how to define it. hell, she couldn't even tell if they were still just friends or not. all she could say for certain was how much her blood jumped when spencer around, how she could fall asleep to the sound of his voice, and how she was inspired to write constantly whenever they spent time together.

" the question just kinda popped out. your job. i get it. " a finger presses to her lips as if to shush herself or silence the space around her.

but, then, her hand moves again. this time so her chin can rest in the palm of her hand. blue eyes fix firmly on the man sitting across the table and a smile slowly stretches across painted lips.

" it's been pretty quiet here. well, " her head tilts from side to side. " as quiet as new york can be, i guess. oh! my show got extended another year and i sold the rights to not one but two songs. "

the smile waned a little when she thought of her former drummer, olivia. another friend took her spot after, well, the events that led to meeting spencer the very first time. whether or not the arrangement was temporary needed to be worked out. not details she needed to bore spencer with, though.

" did you get to see anything fun, at least? "

#˗ˏˋ ♥ ———— answer .#˗ˏˋ ♥ ———— modern .#factsfcrged

‘ i'd rather walk all the way home right now than to spend one more second in this place. ’

( @factsfcrged, lyric-based starter for spencer. day i die by the national. )

#starter. ( closed )#starter. ( one liner )#factsfcrged

@factsfcrged said, "Ouch, that looks like it hurts."

over. was it over?

even as the large hand reached out to touch the side of her face, the adrenaline is still pumping through her system. running. so much running. did she need to start again? the thought perked her up and her gaze swiveled around all the flashing lights. white and black cars had the street blocked off right outside the venue she'd been playing at earlier in the evening.

" um, " teeth scrape at her lower bottom lip. fingers squeeze in tight fists at her sizes as if trying to will the wild thumping in her chest to stop long enough so she could breathe. a secondary pulse was on her right cheek, right about where knuckles had collided. the singer's lips part to say just that it wasn't a big deal at all when all her muscles froze up. a voice tickled the back of her neck.

just tell me where she is....

" ollie! " halston's head swiveled again as if just remembering about the danger her drummer, olivia, had been in.

little did any of them realize she'd been getting threatening letters at every one of their events. someone was leaving declarations of love in the bin that held all of the drumsticks for her kit. some had been placed in her dressing room. when the cops first started questioning her, halston learned there'd even been one in her mailbox at her apartment.

uncharacteristic rage had filled her, then. why hadn't olivia said anything? they could've gone to the police or figured out some way to set the drummer's mind at ease.

" is olivia okay? you have to find him. " frantic desperate words push her forward, nearly falling off the gurney she'd been sitting on. but, then, the drummer's voice wafts over the din of everything else. she was battered and bruised, just like halston, but they'd both managed to get away.

when halston's fingers squeezed again they weren't met with her palm. her head snaps down to find she'd grabbed on to the stranger's arms like he was a lifeline. yet, even while staring at her hands, willing them to let go, the singer found that she couldn't.

" i'm sorry, " she practically whispered towards his arms. " i'm just...i...he's gone, right? you caught him? "

#˗ˏˋ ♥ ———— answer .#˗ˏˋ ♥ ———— modern .#factsfcrged #here we goooooooo

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abby wrenches her arm out of his grip , putting solid distance between them in order to protect herself. maybe if she kept him at arm's length , he wouldn't see the emptiness in her eyes. the light that had gone out.

" i'm taking you home. right now. " @factsfcrged says. abby scoffs and shakes her head. she doesn't need a lecture , doesn't need to babied , and certainly doesn't need to be taken away from the important work she was doing. besides , he couldn't stop her , she wasn't sure anyone could.

" i'm not going anywhere with you. " a sharp hiss in his direction. she had always been stubborn , but these days it tended to be her fault. unable to accept help or advice. " i have work to do here. " she motions to the table. what she does not seem to realize is that she's coming undone. her hands have begun to shake and her pupils are blown wide.

she turns her back on him , as though she could ignore the topic entirely , " -- go home if that's what you want. "

#drugs tw #⋅ the lights will guide you home and i will try to fix you. › modern verse.#factsfcrged #⋅ we fell from heaven and landed in hell. › answered meme.