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sometimes I think "wtf is going on with these swifties they're fucking mental" and then remember that I was one between the ages of 3 and 11 so it's really not that deep
I see everybody comparing Midnights to Reputation/1989 but all i could think about while listening to the album was Folklore/Evermore
Taylor Swift Speak Now (Taylor's Version) Photoshoot
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SEXUAL CONTACT WITH MADELEINE JEANNE BOUVIER AND MAJOR INVOLVEMENT IN TIME TRAVEL CRIME
NEVILLE CHAMBERLAIN BUGGERING BOYS
PLANET TERRA
THE NIGHT MAN
AND
THE GIANT KILLER
TAYLOR SWIFT The Eras Tour in Stockholm, Sweden, N1 (May 17th, 2024)
TAYLOR SWIFT photographed by Beth Garrabrant for the Tortured Poets Department (2024)
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fresh out the slammer- a.hotchner
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a/n: yes, i am a swifty- sorry lmao.
intended for fem reader!
summary: based off of fresh out the slammer by taylor swift
pairings: aaron hotchner x reader
warnings: sad ending, talk of falling out of love, aaron is still in love with Haley
the tortured poets department masterlist
Now pretty baby, I'm running back home to you
Fresh out the slammer, I know who my first call will be to
Fresh out the slammer, oh
Aaron unlocked the door to your shared home, one thought on his mind. Haley.
He missed her more than life itself. He missed being a family with Jack and her. He missed it all.
You were his girlfriend, you should’ve been on his mind. You had been there for him during his recent recovery after the stabbings with Foyet, you were working at all hours to try and find Foyet, you were always there for him. He loved you, truly.
But you weren't Haley.
Another summer takin' cover, rolling thunder
He don't understand me
Splintered back in winter, silent dinners, bitter
He was with her in dreams
He lay beside you in your bed. You were already asleep, soft snores falling from your beautiful lips. A certain unease settled into Aaron’s body. He realised something slowly, and it led to a heavy sense of dread, shame, regret, and guilt.
He didn’t love you. He was still in love with Haley.
He thought of Haley everyday, every night. He wondered what she was doing, now that he didn’t know where she or Jack was.
Sleep evaded him that night.
Gray and blue and fights and tunnels
Handcuffed to the spell I was under
For just one hour of sunshine
Years of labor, locks, and ceilings
In the shade of how he was feeling
But it's gonna be alright, I did my time
Weeks passed and Aaron became more and more distant. He cancelled dates, came home late, he was reckless at work.
You felt hopeless. You knew something was wrong, but you couldn’t figure out what. You decided to confront him, staying up late enough to catch him.
“Aaron, what’s going on?” You asked as he walked into your shared bedroom. He stared at you for a moment, then sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed.
“Nothing,” he lied.
“Aaron, I’m a profiler too. Tell me.”
He felt conflicted. He liked you, a lot. He’d been dating you for a year. He’d thought he was over Haley, he was wrong. “I’m not in love with you anymore, I’m not sure I ever was.”
Your heart broke, but you swallowed it back. “Ok,” you whispered and got up, grabbing your go-bag and walking out. Aaron didn’t chase you. He didn’t want to.
You got into your car and let yourself break down. He never loved you. He was still in love with Haley. You were just a placeholder for her.
You went to Penelope’s place, knowing she’d be there for you. She let you in immediately and comforted you to sleep.
Now, pretty baby, I'm runnin' back home to you
Frеsh out the slammer, I know who my first call will be to
(Frеsh out the slammer, oh)
Haley was dead. You felt devastated for Aaron and Jack, not enough to speak to him though. You attended the funeral, you stood beside the rest of the team, then went straight to Strauss. You handed in you badge and gun, leaving the BAU behind. You cut everyone off, blocking their numbers, moving house, taking up a job in the CIA instead.
Aaron had officially lost you. In the weeks of your breakup, he’d realised how wrong he was, that he had loved you, that he was in love with you.
Camera flashes, welcome bashes, get the matches
Toss the ashes off the ledge
As I said in my letters, now that I know better
I will never lose my baby again
He spent weeks trying to find you, finding nothing. You’d asked one of your new colleagues to essentially wipe your existence off the face of the earth. You changed your name, you changed.
He’d made Penelope look for you for months, he went to your family as a last result.
“You want to know where Y/n is?” Your father asked. “We thought you’d know.”
His heart stopped. You were missing.
He got the team on it immediately, until Strauss called him in.
“Aaron, Y/n Y/l/n is not missing. She’s been reassigned,” she explained.
“Why can’t we find her then! All of her accounts were drained and closed, her family don’t know where she is, and she left the BAU!” He demanded.
“She was reassigned Aaron, that’s the end of it.”
He was helpless. You were gone.
My friends tried, but I wouldn't hear it
Watch me daily disappearing
For just one glimpse of his smile
All those nights, he kept me goin'
Swirled you into all of my poems
Now we're at the starting line, I did my time
He took a leave of absence from the BAU for a month, deciding to try and find you on his own. He looked through everything on you, tried to remember details you’d told him, but he came up with nothing.
Until he saw you on a case.
Now, pretty baby, I'm runnin'
To the house where you still wait up and that porch light gleams (Gleams)
To the one who says I'm the girl of his American dreams
And no matter what I've done, it wouldn't matter anyway
Ain't no way I'm gonna screw up now that I know what's at stake here
At the park where we used to sit on children's swings
Wearing imaginary rings
You were a CIA agent, you were happy the way you were. You’d found a husband in the 2 years since you’d left the BAU. He loved you and adored you like you were supposed to be adored. He was a childhood best friend, one you’d had a crush on as a child. Aaron walked into the CIA building and saw you with your hand in his. His world crumbled for the third time in his life.
You had found someone else. You shot him and the entire team a small, knowing smile, and assisted them on their case.
“We thought you’d died,” Derek admitted as you were all cleaning up the conference room they were using as an office.
“Well technically Y/n died, I’m Y/n/n now. Y/n/n Scott,” You smiled, showing off your wedding ring and smiling at your husband, the other CIA agent that was helping with the investigation. Aaron’s stomach turned. At least you were happy.
But it's gonna be alright, I did my time