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“There never can be a man so lost as one who is lost in the vast and intricate corridors of his own lonely mind, where none may reach and none may save.” ― Isaac Asimov, Pebble in the Sky Working for the FBI is a challenge, office hours are horrible and the world never sleeps in the sense of the bad it can produce. The BAU is a special department that is necessary, saving people, catching bad guys, and being all and all nearly invisible in the back. Delving deep into the twisted and poisoned thoughts of people, formed by death, trauma, and snapped minds. Getting to know the horrible truth of what a broken childhood or a rejected mind can make people push to do. Day in and day out, watching, analyzing, staring death and danger in the face, pureness getting swallowed by the darkness of the world. Emotions and people’s lives getting lost and twisted. Seeing the aftermath of a person tortured, mutilated, traumatized, killed in the worst sense. Dead inside but staying alive for the

Christmas songs are sounding from the loudspeakers, the fairy lights twinkling in the large halls of the mall. People are rushing around and trying to get the last presents or ingredients for the perfect Christmas meal. Kids are being tugged along in the direction of the mall Santa. You hum along to the melody of the stereotypical Christmas song, your friend beside you glancing at the shops around you. "You get everything?", they ask you, and you nod. "You were the one that needed some presents still. I got all of mine." They roll their eyes at you and you chuckle, watching a kid run towards the section of the mall Santa. Your friend follows your glance and grins, grabbing your arm and taking you with them. "Wait, what are you planning?", you see the glimmer of mischief and the smirk on their face and try to push against the grip but it's futile. You already stand in front of the red and white tape of the Santa section. The line of kids is a long one and the melodic voice

You sit in the back of a bar in a corner of space. You pay some attention to the fight taking up the middle of the room. You aren’t much for gambling so you didn’t place any bet, but that doesn’t mean you aren’t pulling for one of them. Though the only safe bet is one that isn’t a gamble. Your seat lets you watch the room, look for anyone worth watching. And what do you know, someone worth watching walks in. It’s not every day you see a Mandalorian. Mandalorians are infamous, strong, keen warriors. So why is this one walking funny? He paused just inside the door, took a few steps in then stopped, before taking a few more. Why is his walk stuttered like a malfunctioning droid? After one of his stops, he glances down before walking again. You follow his gaze, or rather the direction the helmet had faced, and between the legs of shouting gamblers you spot something tan and green. Trailing behind the Mandalorian is a small green creature in a small tan robe. It has big ears and wide

The Razor Crest was quiet, the wind howling outside the metal slaps and sometimes it seems like the old, trusty ship is groaning under the weight of its age and the many stowed away crates. The Mandalorian was out on a bounty hunt, the need for money and the dwindling supplies putting him back into business with his original profession before he became a full-time father of a foundling. That also meant that you were alone with said foundling, currently cooing at the shiny round ball from the cockpit. He grabbed it with his powers when you weren’t looking, meaning that either you or the child will get in trouble when Mando comes back. Quietly humming to yourself while the baby is playing, you reorganize the crates. Over time many trinkets and other small things accumulated, getting haphazardly thrown into boxes to not clutter the small space of the ship. Sometimes you think about the three of you as some trinkets who were thrown together too. Some lost people that found each other in

Firstly, I wanna say that this Note is kinda important, cause it'll determine if I take a longer time uploading or not. I have 4 other fanfics I wanna post, they're x reader too. One of them I'm revising, the other I'm in the middle of writing and the other two I have to start revising yet. The 4 of them are in portuguese, so I have to translate it. Just saying that I might change the Title, cause some of them are pretty basic. Here's a list: - A new Avenger (Steve Rogers X Loki X Reader) - 21 chapters - finished - revise and translate - Sister?! (Sam Winchester X Crowley X Reader) - 35 chapters - finished in a shitty way, so it might get more chapters - revise and translate - Love Triangle (Draco Malfoy X Severus Snape X Harry Potter X Reader) maybe changing the title to Love Square - 21 chapters - finished - revising chapter 8 and translate - The Beast and the Beauty (Gaston X Reader) - 8 chapters - still writing - translate So, you have to choose one for me to post, cause

Taking a day off hadn’t exactly worked in your favor, so the next morning you opened the shop on time, trying not to focus on Stark’s comments. “A groupie...” you muttered darkly, scoffing at the books as you placed them on the shelves. Still, your rage tempered in the work. It was one of the reasons you had been given the bookshop. You and your uncle shared a love of literature, one that his own children and grandchildren lacked. Your fingers pressed to the worn countertop that by some miracle, it was one of the few salvageable pieces from the fire and for that, you were grateful. There were so many memories etched into the wood, sometimes you could swear you could see him out of the corner of your eye, pouring over the accounts for the month. Ding. “Hello and welcome to Word-” You froze as you recognized the blonde woman who immediately dragged you into an embrace with a squeal. “Cousin!” “Hello Bridget,” you said, gritting your teeth as she kissed your cheeks, searching the shadows