#major crossover

[cherrycherrycan]

FINALLY recovering from the hottest day I felt yesterday I have had this idea for so long because I don’t actually know how blade and v relationship was likely!!! But I said “why not they should arm wrestle :D” made this with my Blade and Cheeky design :3

This drawing tookkkk 7 hours? And characters like v and dark belong to SWAG @scytheaudio

[alanshee-keeper-of-realms]

So Chip and Dale Secrets and Lies is about to reach a major milestone, being my longest Fanfiction to date with 30k words(The Master Document has 38k) and with nearly 700 hits. I'm absolutely grateful for everyone showing my wild idea so much love and I am so excited to be writing the next chapters as we get closer to the end.

However, I do have the fear of God when it comes to these upcoming chapters....let's just say that Major Character Death warning is finally gonna come into play and I may have a riot on my hands.

[lokiswife-dark-fox-queen]

Oh boy, what in the Nine Realms have I done? This is not going to be good. The sass matches? The world would implode.  

[kimmyiewrites]

Case Closed ~ Chpt 1

Previous Work: Moving On Story Summary: Mike and Bex have been at their new assignments for a few months now. Mike is looking at things far out of his normal range of cases while Bex is facing a demon that has haunted her past for ten years now. Will both of them be able to close their cases? Graceland x Braindead x Criminal Minds crossover

AN: Here it is! The sequel to Moving On. If you haven't read that story yet then I highly suggest that you do or you'll miss out on the start of Mike and Bex's connection. This concept came about two years ago now while watching Aaron's show Braindead. During a live tweet of an episode, he replied to a fan's tweet saying how they thought that Mike Warren was actually undercover as Garreth Ritter since he knew so much about the other agent in the show. That got me thinking and so here we go! This also goes into the Criminal Minds universe (aka this is a big ol' crossover fic so get ready). So proceed with caution since this book will be dealing with a serial killer. So without further ado, I really hope you like this book as much as you liked Moving On and I can't wait to hear what you all think!

"Now remember, you're the Tin Man. You were out chopping wood when it began to rain. You couldn't get inside quick enough so you were stuck in the same position for years until Dorothy and the scarecrow come find you. You then join them on their journey to meet the Wizard of Oz because you want a heart." The man, who couldn't be any older than 40, instructed the man who was tied to a tree and dressed in gray matching sweats.

The man who was giving instructions stopped his pacing right in front of his latest victim. He leaned against the ax he had been swinging while he was pacing. "Do you think you can remember that when you get up there? Dorothy and the Scarecrow will be there waiting for you with Ben and Jamie. I'll be sending the next characters up soon so you can't start telling them the story quite yet since I'm sending characters a little out of order but tell them that it'll be soon, before the year ends. There's just so many characters, you see, that I have to hurry things along a bit."

The man in the gray sweats began to shake his head. On top of being tied to a tree, he also had a gag in his mouth. "But you're perfect. You're the best Tin Man I could find. You're going to have to remember." The man with the ax said, growing frustrated.

"I'll tell you one more time and then you're just going to have to remember. It's getting late and I have to leave so so they don't find me before I'm finished telling my story. Otherwise, Ben and Jamie won't understand and they'll never go to sleep." The man began pacing again, going over the story of the Tin Man once more.

"Do you get it now?" He asked but once again the man in sweats shook his head. "Well, you're just going to have to." The man said with gritted teeth as he brought the ax above his head. With one swift motion, he swung the ax down, lodging it into the other man's head.

The man in sweats slouched, blood dripping down his face from the wound. The killer bent down and removed the gag. Using the cloth that was in the other man's mouth, he tried clearing the blood away so that whenever his children, Ben and Jamie, met him, they wouldn't be scared. "Enjoy kiddos." He said, standing up and walking away from the crime scene once he was satisfied.

"Maybe you should just go with cereal instead?" Jennifer said as she pried open the waffle iron in front of Bex.

At the sound of Jennifer's voice and the smell of burnt waffle, Bex returned back to reality She shook her head with a laugh. "Yeah, maybe you're right. Thanks JJ."

The other agent gave Bex's shoulder a squeeze and a sympathetic smile. "We're gonna get him Bex." Bex just nodded her head, giving JJ a smile of her own before moving in front of the cereal containers.

The news they received walking into the Kansas City police station didn't do anything to lift Bex's spirits. JJ and Tara were speaking to the girlfriend of the man most recently killed. Emily was at the morgue while Rossi and Luke were at the crime scene. "I, uh, brought some tea, hoping it'll help a little bit." Spencer said as he walked into the conference room the BAU was using as their work space.

He placed the cup in front of Bex, who looked up as he sat down next to her. She gave him a grateful smile before taking a sip of the hot beverage. "I should be in there talking to her Spencer but the minute she walked in all I could see was my mom's face after she was told the details and I just couldn't." She set the cup back down on the table before leaning back in her chair, cover her face in her hands. "I don't even know why I'm still brought onto these cases. I'm too emotionally attached."

"You're brought on because you're our best asset on this case. You know him best so where do we start next?" He knew she did best when she was working with facts and what they knew. It helped her focus and feel like she was in control. They had gotten past her 'this is why I work in organized crime' phase of her return and now it was time to finally lock the guy behind 10 years worth of murders so that she could move past it all. He wished Morgan was still on the team so that she would at least laugh a little bit more.

Bex nodded as she started to go through all that they knew. "Well we know that he's not worried too much about physical appearance unless it's stated in the book. Dorothy was a brunette, therefore the person who he chose also needed to be a brunette. The person he chose for the Scarecrow was a farmer and the person he chose for the Tin Man worked at the paper mill. So is the person he's looking for next have to resemble a lion or are they deemed a coward?" She then groaned. "I just wish we knew more about this guy. The profile we came up with can only get us so far I feel like."

Spencer rubs soothing circles along her back. "We have to trust in the profile Bex. Garcia is trying to see if anyone on our list has connections with any of the victims."

"She could even start seeing if anything has come up in the news that our unsub will deem cowardly." Bex suggested, feeling a little better that they were at least trying to get ahead of the unsub.

She went to the board and wrote down their prediction. They had to get this one right or it would be another two years before their shot at tracking him down again. They were still unsure as to why but their unsub followed children's stories, killing and staging his victims as characters from the story. He usually chose four of the main characters, killing them within a six month period before disappearing for two years.

They were all making calls to those they thought, based off of Garcia's list from Bex's hunch earlier, could be potential targets. They were informing of increased police patrols in their areas of home and work as well as tips on being vigilant. Right before Bex was about to call the next person on the list, her phone rang. Mike's name flashed across the screen, making her smile. She excused herself so she could answer the call in private. "Hey, you." She said, hoping she sounded a little more enthusiastic than what she thought she sounded like.

She in fact did not. She sounded tired and that worried Mike. "Hey, what happened?"

She let out a sigh, knowing there was no getting around it. "The unsub killed again. We've got like two months to figure out who this guy is before he disappears again."

Mike looked down at his feet wishing he could give her a hug. "I'm sorry. You guys will get him. I know it. I can offer a distraction if you'd like?" He offered not wanting to just jump right into the problems of his case when it was clear she was upset about her own.

"Yes, please." Bex answered, not wanting to think about how she felt like she was failing her younger sister, yet again.

"Well, something weird is definitely going on. I just got out of a meeting with another agent who was just put on the case. Apparently people's heads are exploding." He whispered the last bit, to make sure no one heard him.

"Did you just say that people's heads are exploding?" She asked, trying so hard not to laugh.

"Yes, I did and that's not the crazy part. I mean, I have no place to judge but Red has completely changed his life around, drinking nothing but those green smoothies and is following this juice cleanse book to the t, where just the other day he was passed out drunk in his office." Mike continued to explain all that he was dealing with.

Bex grew puzzled at that. Even after detoxing Mike had done a few things to make sure that he wasn't ever tempted again but that was after a three day period. It certainly was not an overnight decision to stick to a juice cleanse like it sounded like Red had done. "That is odd. Do you think it's linked?" She asked, trying to help him come up with some wa for him to investigate.

"I'm really not sure. Anthony, the other agent will be taking lead with the explosions since he's with counter terrorism and that's what they're thinking this is. Meanwhile I'm stuck looking into this meteor from Russia that the office thinks could be alien and needs to get to Area 51."

At that Bex laughed. "They took you from bringing in drug lords and arms dealers to look into aliens? You should feel so insulted. See if you can come out to Kansas City. I trust the BAU with this case, I really do but I think a new perspective on it could be really useful."

Mike smiled at that. "I miss you too Bex, but they think that giving me this case will help ease me back into under cover work so I'm stuck here sadly."

Bex sighed, leaning her head against the wall. "Well that sucks. Maybe aliens took over Red."

That made Mike laugh. "Who knows. He's sounding more and more like every other politician on capitol hill so maybe the drink thing is all a rouse until election time." He then sighed when he realized what time it was. "Hey, I gotta go so Red can be on this talk show. I'll call you later. I'll need help getting ready for this tax prom thing tonight."

She made a small noise of disgust. "That sounds awful but I'm sure you look good in a tux. I'll talk to you later Mike." She smiled, hanging up the phone once he said his goodbye. Aliens and exploding heads; at least hearing about Mike's case put her problems in perspective. It gave her new resolve to solve her case. It was time to get back into the game and finally lock up the man who not only killed her younger sister but so many others.

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Case Closed ~ Chpt 3

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AN: This week I will only be updating my stories once. I've got a big weekend ahead of me which starts on Thursday hence not updating the second half of the week as usual. ANYWAYS I hope you enjoy this next chapter. I can't wait to hear what you think. Much love!

The next morning, there was a report of a missing person. They were taken from the more popular bar in the area. Everything that Bex had predicted, rang true for the latest victim: mane like hair, at a bar, and never approached the girl that he kept looking at. Jennifer and Spencer had been assigned that bar and Spencer was being eaten up by the guilt that he didn’t catch the signs. Jennifer tried to calm him down but he could not get the image of Bex’s face once she heard the news out of his mind.

Her face had turned white, her eyes had gone wide, and she really couldn’t decide what she needed to do so she ran. She didn’t realize where she was running to until she was looking under the bathroom stalls to make sure she was the only person in there. When the coast was clear, she locked the door and then leaned against the wall.

She started about by taking a few deep breaths but that wasn’t enough. There was still this feeling just sitting on her chest. She then let out a shout of frustration as she beat against the wall with her fist. After that she let out sigh. She felt a little better but she still felt like the weight she was carrying on her shoulders was pushed down just a bit more. Without really thinking, she pulled out her phone and called Mike.

“Why do I do this? I’m clearly not any good at it.” She said as soon as Mike answered the phone.

Her frustration was heard clearly in her voice. “You do it because you want to help keep people safe but give me one minute and we can dive further into this.” He replied, locking his computer as he stood to let Red know that he was stepping out to take the call. He poked his head through the door into Red’s office. “Hey, I’m stepping out of the office real quick. My sister’s having one of her bad days and my mom needs my help.” Red just waved him off and told him to hurry back.

Mike nodded and brought the phone back up to his ear. “Okay, back to why you do this.” He started as he walked out of the office, heading towards the exit of the building. “You do this because you want to help keep people safe, you do this because you fully believe in the constitution, you do this because you don’t want anyone else to feel the way you did at the beginning of your sister’s case. That case is still open and you’re going to close it, giving not only yourself a sense of peace but everyone involved.”

“Well, that’s all grand and good, Mike but I’m definitely not doing that now and I haven’t been doing that since I was put on this case. I should just request to be taken off the case and come back and help you out.” She slid down, bringing her knees up to her chest.

“Bex that is outside of your control. You are doing everything in your power that you can do. Now what happened? You sounded so hopeful last night.” He found a place on the steps outside of the capitol, out of the way and sat down.

She sighed and rested her head on her knees. “Another person was taken last night. Everything matched to a t, Mike. Every detail I predicted, matched. We had people at every bar in town and still we weren’t able to identify the person who’s doing all of this or protect the one deemed character enough.”

“I don’t know about you but that just seems to me like you’re almost there. You were able to predict his next move, Bex. Isn’t that a major break through? You told me at the beginning of this that the one thing you hated about this was that you couldn’t predict the next steps. Sounds like to me, you just did. So go back out to the team and start planning your next move. Think of it as you’re about to raid a buy. You are good at your job, Bex. Don’t ever forget that.” Mike hoped that she would believe him. He also hoped they would finally catch this killer because he wasn’t sure how much longer she would be able to truly cope with him still not being captured.

“So now it’s the search for his location.” Bex looked up from where she was resting her head and slowly stood back up. “We can narrow down our list because he’ll need plenty of space to keep someone and not have a lot of witnesses.”

“Now there’s Special Agent Bex Morris. Go back out to your team and get started on your search. You’ve got this Bex. No one else is gonna fall victim to this guy. If you need a reminder of that or need someone to be your sound board, give me a call. Crazy senators can wait.” He smiled, standing up and slowly turning to head back up the steps.

“I will and thank you, Mike. I don’t know what I would do without you.” She hung up the phone and put it back in her pocket. She took a deep breath and unlocked the bathroom door.

Just as she opened the door, Spencer had raised his fist to knock on the door. In his other hand was a cup of tea. “I brought a peace offering.” He said, holding the cup out to her.

She gave him a small, grateful smile and took the cup. “You know I don’t blame you right. He was probably sitting in some corner that couldn’t be seen all too well. We’ve still got time to figure out our unsub’s location.”

Spencer let out a breath of relief. She wasn’t mad at him. “Can I get a hug before we go back in there?” He asked, raising his arms slightly.

“Of course.” Her small smile grew into a grin as she wrapped her arms around his middle. She nestled her head into his chest and let out another deep breath. “I could never be mad at you. I’m sorry if I made you think that. I just thought that since we were one step ahead that we would be able to get him, you know? I’m just so ready for this case to finally be over.”

Spencer rubbed her back. “I know and we will. I’m sure you’ve already come up with some parameters that could narrow down locations.”

She giggled, giving him one last squeeze before pulling back. “Sure do and I could really use your help with that.”

“Then let’s go.” He smiled down at her, offering his arm before they headed back to the conference room.

[inkstainedheartbeats]

So I’m not too sure how to tag this but! Major time fuckery, canon divergence, big crossover Steddie angsty sort of fic? There is a second part, if you guys like this?

——————————————————Steve’s head hurts. It’s not the blinding pain of a migraine or the shrill pain of a headache that just won’t stop. It’s one of those low pains that ride with you all day, just under the temple or beside the nose. It’s the headache that comes with his “slips in time”. The note Eddie left on the bedside table crinkles in his pocket. He doesn’t remember the spring break Eddie mentions, the panic from thinking he was late for his shift at Scoops is still there under the calm that just seeing Eddie’s handwriting brought. So he might not remember but he trusts. Trusts it enough to brave the outside of the hotel room that he shares with Eddie, Wayne’s room is next door, 709 to our 708, but he’s out with me until 6, to explore.

“Hey! Let me go! Let me go, asshole!”

He stops. That was Mike! That was Mike’s voice! He knows that voice and three others like he knows his own. He’s not sure how Mike got here, we’re in New York City, sweetheart, but he knows his kid is here. Eyes darting around he manages to spot Mike. He’s wearing a bright yellow shirt he must have borrowed from Dustin or Argyle, the name Argyle is new but like Eddie’s handwriting comforts the panicking part of his soul, and jeans. Some asshole does in fact have a hold of Mike. Yanking on his arm as he tries to fight him off. It’s not Ted, nor any other adult that Steve trusts and that grip looks painful.

“Jesus fuck, shitlord, let me go!”

Steve is moving before he even realizes what he’s doing. Hands sting from where he swung them. It’s a fight, a brawl. The older man not expecting someone like Steve to step in. The crowd parts around them like fighting is normal. They had ignored Mike’s fear. New York City is the worst, Steve concludes after the fourth hit to his head. But Mike is safe. He’s safe right? It’s crowded. There are too many people. But are they people or are they going to melt into a monster? They’re not Russians are they? He needs to get Mike to safety.

“It’s okay, Mike, I won’t let you get hurt.”

His voice sounds weird. Robin is going to be pissed. He doesn’t know where he is. But Mike is letting him hold his hand. The thirteen year old looks scared. Is clinging to him, like Dustin does but Mike always claims to be above. Gently, with a shaking hand, Steve ruffles Mike’s hair.

“We’ll have to tell Dustin I finally won a fight.”

It doesn’t get Mike to laugh. Steve knows he probably looks a mess. He can feel his chest heaving. He’s shaking. The pain in his head has turned into a headache or the start of a migraine. They’re not safe out in the open. With gentle tugs Steve leads Mike through the mass of people. It’s dangerous out here in the mall. They have to hide. They need to hide. Mike squeezes his hand like he can hear Steve’s circling thoughts. Maybe he can. Maybe Steve is talking out loud. He needs to make sure his kid is safe, then he’ll worry about what this new trauma to his head has done.

[supergirlprompts]

I’d find it fascinating if someone were to write an ff on Supergirl, Flash, Arrow and LOT somehow someway were dumped into the injustice universe.

[21stcenturybi]

Last night I dreamed that Andy broke up with April to be together with Sophia from Orange is the new black, and they adopted a child together and that child was Lily from Modern Family.