[MCU] Everyday Life in Seattle

[Criminal Minds]

Using three years of psychology studies at university, along with the criminal psychology lectures given by BAU experts Mr. Rossi and Dr. Reid, Evelyn managed to survive for a month beside a serial killer.

Every night, when the murderer dragged her to the slaughterhouse, Evelyn's heart pounded faster than at any other time.

On a dilapidated wooden shelf sat five clear glass jars. Each held a heart, veins and all, suspended in yellow liquid. Every heart represented a life. Beneath the last jar was a label reading March 18, 2009, 2:00 p.m.

The precise time let Evelyn picture the scene in her mind.

The jars, lined up one after another according to their dates, made it easy to tell how long the woman had struggled...

...Four months...

The innocent woman had been forced to play the sick murderer's game. Over those four months, she must have struggled just like Evelyn, beaten until she was covered in bruises. But she must have been clever. Perhaps she'd found a way to improve her relationship with the killer. Perhaps, like Evelyn, she'd cooked delicious meals again and again for that father and son, born evil...

Day after day, she'd made it through four months. She might have thought she could hold out until someone rescued her, only to have her heart brutally cut out on March 18, 2009, at 2:00 p.m...

Whenever Evelyn thought about it, she couldn't help taking a deep breath. She didn't believe the killer would let her go. She kept testing the waters, searching for a chance to escape.

And that day, as the "child's" mother, she was granted a rare exception: she could watch the child enter the school gates from inside the tightly locked car. The killer kept a gun pressed against Evelyn's lower back the whole time.

If that day was the day Evelyn was reborn,

then for Spencer Reid, who'd watched Maeve die right before his eyes and had nearly been hit by a car while investigating the case, it was the worst day of his life.

Daily Life in Ancient Egypt, completed

Daily Life of a London Housewife, completed

[Coming Soon] Transmigrate to Pompeii: Three Meals a Day, Four Seasons a Year

Philumina's memories came to her in fragments.

She always felt like she'd forgotten something.

At the bakery where Philu worked, the owner begged her on his knees not to leave because of her exceptional baking skills.

That handsome guy with the black curls shouldn't leave. Philu thought they could get to know each other a little.

But not long afterward, she found out that the pale, curly-haired hunk was the financial officer of Pompeii.

People say that when the King of Hell has nothing to do, the little demons are the ones who make trouble?

Or was it something like that, followed by "the little demons are a nuisance"?

...Philu's memory was a blur.

Whatever. When it came to choosing a husband she truly wanted to marry, she shouldn't rush things. The difference in their social status could cause a sudden, agonizing split, like bones stiffening after adulthood before she was unexpectedly forced into the splits.

Philu thought she'd better wait and see.

Pompeii was one of the most famous and prosperous towns in the Roman Empire, with a population of fifteen thousand, not counting the wealthy and powerful people who came there on vacation.

For some reason, Philu's bread became incredibly popular. When she asked her boss about it, he was stumped.

Philu spread a thick, smooth, fragrant, dark sauce, which she'd gotten from who knew where, over soft, delicate bread rolls made by who knew what method.

Right in front of her, her boss patted his round belly and swallowed. Then he glanced, somewhat uncertainly, at his father sitting in the bakery doorway and said quietly, "Our family recipe for bread was stolen from Rome by my father. We've been open for thirty years, and we've only ever had those three varieties. We've never changed anything. Your breads come in so many varieties, and we've never seen sauces like these."

Philu looked at the restaurant across the street and silently calculated how much money she could make by opening a restaurant of her own.

With the copper coins she earned now, plus the money from across the street, she did the math on her fingers. The barriers in her mind, closed because she had neither money nor power, cracked open. That cool man who was so dangerously attractive...

The financial officer, the restaurant owner's wife

Theme: Daily life in the TV show Criminal Minds