#stalker!jj drabble

[tinylilacbun]

I feel like the whole kidnapping situation would give reader so much stress in the first few weeks that her little side would sometimes slip out, even tho she tries to repress. She would whimper and try to suck her thumb as a self soothing habit almost unintentionally, and everytime jj tries to gain her trust and replace her thumb with his, she would slap his hand or jerk away. But as the months go by and the "trust" comes, he would be the one cuddling her and giving her his thumb (even at the times he's the reason she's sad, because he's manipulative like that)

You're trying so, so hard to keep your composure. It's been days or even weeks, you don't even know anymore, having completely lost a sense of time in this cramped bedroom, at least you know when it's day or night thanks to the windows that are sealed shut.

Your mind has been screaming at you to regress, to get a break from the constant stress you're being faced with but keep telling yourself that you can handle this, that you'll find a way out and everything will be over.

JJ makes sure you're always confronted with your little space to give you no choice but to regress at some points, just like the pacifier that's laying on the nightstand that you don't dare to touch and give him the satisfaction that he's getting to you.

Or the plushie that you keep throwing across the room whenever he places it back beside you, and the only source of warmth is the colorful blanket with tiny bunnies printed on it.

As the time passes by JJ checks up on you more often during the day, not just to give you food water, or taking you to the bathroom when needed, because your resolve begins to crumble the more he's being gentle with you.

You're so in your head that you don't even notice when your thumb makes its way into your mouth, closing your eyes as you soothe yourself and try to blend out the way the handcuff on your left wrists that's attached to the headboard digs into your skin.

You don't even flinch when you feel the bed dip, only opening your eyes as you feel a hand running through your hair, seeing JJ sitting beside you with a soft smile on his face.

Your body doesn't even tense up as it used to whenever he is near, you even start to appreciate the little bits of affection he gives you.

You've made so much progress without even realizing, not flinching away or talking back to him as you did at the start.

You're completely overwhelmed with everything lately, not understanding what's going on in your head, why you can't bring yourself to claw at his face or keep fighting his every attempt of being close to you.

The tears start to slip before you can stop them, sniffling into the pillow as you sink into that familiar floaty feeling you always have whenever you regress.

You don't even resist when JJ moves to lay down beside you, carefully manoeuvring you to cradle you in his arms, covering you with your blanket as you quietly weep into his shirt.

"Sh, I know, it's okay. Papa's got you." He murmurs, his chin resting on top of your head as he rocks you back and forth gently.

Papa. He keeps addressing himself with that title. You don't even know his real name, he never mentioned it or found it necessary to tell you since he'll only be papa to you, nothing else.

JJ's has waited so long to get you to this point, to make you crave his comfort, the way he assures you that you don't have to worry about anything anymore, that he'll always be there to protect.

He slowly grabs your wrist to pull your thumb out of your mouth, quickly replacing it with his before you could protest, breathing out when you seem to accept it and nuzzle more into his body warmth.

"There we go. You're all good, little bun." He hums, reaching into his pocket with his free hand to get out a set of keys, carefully unlocking the cuff around your wrist for the first time in weeks, tracing the red mark before wrapping his arm around you again.

He presses a kiss against your hairline, getting a little more comfortable on the bed with you cuddled against him, tucking the lovey - that he stole from your house just before he kidnapped you - into your arms, smiling when you instinctively hug it closer to your chest. "Things will get better, you'll see. As long as you behave we could have it real nice."

[rawfather]

yeah

[hittmeandtellmeyouremine]

🥥cel's current faves!

here's a list of my fav fics i've read on here to give all my babies the props they deserve. it'll be constantly updated. literally check out any user tagged because they're all so so good. pls remember that likes are cute and all but many artists need reblogs and interaction, it motivates your writers to keep writing!!!

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last updated: 6/28/25

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🥥rafe cameron!

series:

◦  "home for the holidays" by @whytheylosttheirminds ⭐️

◦  "OFF LIMITS" by @whorelaud ⭐️📱

◦ "on the run" by @cxrrodedcoffin ⭐️

◦  "lovely kook!reader x rafe x jj" by @archiveofvirtue ⭐️

◦ "it's complicated" by @asapstarkey ⭐️

◦ "loved you first" by @sincere1ystar

◦ "Love Island" by @drewsephrry ⭐️

◦ "Paradise…War Zone" by @lalaloopsieparty 📱

◦ "GIRLS JUST WANNA DANCE" by @misspossesive 📱

◦  "WRONG NUMBER, LOSER" by @whorelaud 📱

◦ "twitch streamer!rafe" by @rotapathetic

◦ "dilf!cameron" by @kissmaybank

◦ "nfl!rafe" by @rafeslvbug

◦ "interview!reader" by @er1nne

◦ "back to friends" by @sstarsalignn⭐️

◦ "stalker!rafe (you au)" by @hearts4hughes⭐️

oneshots:

◦ "late night needs" by @fictionalmenxyn ⭐️

◦ "pre-award show ride" by @angelicblondie ⭐️

◦ "clingy" by @seasprincess

◦ "daddy's home" by @bloodibambiidoll ⭐️

◦ "being ceo!rafe's assistant" by @loverafey ⭐️

◦ "need you" by @fakebwitch ⭐️

◦ "older!rafe can’t always be mean to his delicate flower, can he?" by @rafey-baby ⭐️

◦ "loved you first" by @sincere1ystar

◦ "juno girl⋆₊˚⊹♡" by @moonlightrafe

◦ "panties to the side" by @anqelrafe ⭐️

◦ "fashion killa" by @starkeysbunny

◦ "what are friends for?" by @cherrygirlfriend ⭐️

◦ "in this together" by @lizziesangel

◦ "rafe x needy reader" by @artemisiasmuse ⭐️

◦ "crybaby" by @iiluvtaylorrussell

◦ "belly bulge ‧₊˚ ⋅ ﹒˃" by @issues4him ⭐️

◦ "TREAT ME ROUGH, TREAT ME REALLY NICELY!" by @blackdollette ⭐️

◦ "𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞" by @personapeters

◦ "AITA..." by @cremeful⭐️

◦ "─ FIRST TIME ♥︎" by @cherrygirlfriend⭐️

◦ "P୨୧RNSTAR" by @sangwookisser⭐️

◦ "sweet like sin" by @babyangeldex⭐️

◦ "pregnancy scare" by @kisses4rafey

◦ "baby fever" by @girlinterupptedsblog

◦ "daddy's least favorites" by @ds-angel1⭐️

◦ "baby trapping" by @rafesbimbo⭐️

◦ "mint julep" by @esotericcangel

◦ "'shut up mom' prank on rafe" by @rafeysafterglow

◦ "cheating rumors" by @rafeysbrat

◦ "rafe defending baby!mama!reader in front of his friends" by @rafeysafterglow

drabbles:

◦ "rafe hates when you buy things without using his card" by @er1nne

◦ "juno" by @rafeyscurtainbangs

◦ "brothers best friend! rafe" by @stvolanis

◦ "love me." by @dolcekissy ⭐️

◦ "bestie boo." by @dolcekissy ⭐️

◦ "perv!manipulator!frat!rafe that's obsessed w topper's dumb gf" by @simpforboys

◦ "PUT A ROCK ON HER HAND!!" by @slvbun ⭐️

◦ "rafe loves your obsession with his hands" by @velvrei ⭐️

◦ "s1 rafe’s obsession with you calling him ‘ray’" by @lolitadrew ⭐️

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🥥drew starkey!

series:

◦  "bsf's (or more) with drew starkey" by @gibson-g1rl 📱

drabbles:

◦ "juno girl⋆₊˚⊹♡" by @moonlightrafe

◦ "posting bf¡drew to ‘dandelion’" by @urcoolgf ⭐️

◦ "call her daddy’" by @urcoolgf ⭐️

◦ "how well do you know each other? | variety" by @r66dusthewriter

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🥥bob reynolds!

oneshots:

◦ "monday, fridays and wednesdays" by @undyingdecay ⭐️

◦ "cnc with bob" by @undyingdecay ⭐️

◦ "somno" by @abbysbenchpr⭐️

◦ "size kink" by @faiszt⭐️

◦ "seasons" by @abbysbenchpr⭐️

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🥥jason todd!

oneshots:

◦ "little house in the woods" by @rottingpink

◦ "drunk!jason coming home to reader" by @enviedear

◦ "messy eater" by @stargrltara⭐️

[babyybrii]

♡ bri’s masterlist ♡

★ 𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔-𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚝��� 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚜 ♥

a collection of all my fics, drabbles and headcannons! i will update as i post and more fandoms and characters are coming soon—thank you for reading ❦

sons of anarchy

jax teller

jax is the type of guy who…part one. nsfw

jax is the type of guy who…part two. nsfw

jax is a little mean when he fucks you. nsfw

jax with a young!reader. nsfw

halfway grown. part one. eventual nsfw

late nights with jax. fluff

outlaw hands. nsfw

jax headcannon.

husband jax teller. nsfw

opie winston

opie’s the type of guy who…nsfw

outer banks

jj maybank

again. nsfw

getting high w jj. slightly nsfw

boyfriend!jj headcannons. nsfw

jj’s the type of guy who…nsfw

poly john b and jj headcannons…nsfw

rafe cameron

rafe’s the type of guy who…nsfw

john b routledge

poly john b and jj headcannons…nsfw

supernatural

sam winchester

stanford!sammy. nsfw

dean winchester

“let me make it better.” nsfw

call of duty

simon “ghost” riley

simon is the type of guy who…part one. nsfw

simon is the type of guy who…part two. nsfw

simon riley hc’s. nsfw

stalker simon riley. part one. nsfw

stalker simon riley. part two. nsfw

stalker simon riley. part three. nsfw

stalker simon riley. part four. nsfw

stalker simon riley headcannons. nsfw

simon fucking you while making you watch a cute video you guys made. nsfw

“you look so pretty when you’re scared.” slightly nsfw

older simon with young reader. nsfw

simon’s submissive side. nsfw

needy!simon. nsfw

fluffy ghost blurb.

task force reaction’s to your tear drop stained letters

submissive simon. nsfw

task force reaction to finding your lifeless body

konig

konig’s the type of guy who…part one. nsfw

submissive konig. nsfw

johnny “soap” mactavish

soft moments w soap. fluffy

soap’s the type of guy who…part one. nsfw

task force reaction’s to your tear drop stained letters

task force reaction’s to finding your lifeless body

kyle “gaz” garrick

task force reaction’s to your tear drop stained letters

task force reactions’s to finding your lifeless body

captain john price

task force reaction’s to your tear drop stained letters

task force reaction’s to finding your lifeless body

[synvil]

˖◛⁺⑅♡ masterlist ! // rafe cameron & jj maybank

all my works for beloved rafe cameron & jj maybank !

rafe cameron // jj maybank » non-18+ fics

can’t swim // in which you’re tossed overboard and rafe comes to your rescue.

severe cramps & comfort // rafe helps you during severe cramps.

rafe cameron // jj maybank » 18+ fics

recording… // pornstar! reader gets the chance to work with pornstar! rafe cameron.

inked up // tattoo artists! rafe cameron & jj maybank admire their art on you.

anytime, anywhere // being rafe cameron’s free use

lights, camera, action! // pornstar! reader works with up and coming star! jj maybank

misc. // blurbs // drabbles // thoughts

distraction // sugar daddy! rafe gets distracted during a work call

obsessed // stalker! rafe cameron

periods // rafe cameron + jj maybank and your periods

“and for my husband,” // using the ‘my husband’ trend on bf! rafe

color in the lines // tattooed! rafe cameron lets you color in his ink.

boyfriend duties // bf! soft! rafe cameron hcs

thirst thoughts // jj maybank + rafe cameron

synvil™️ do not copy my work.

[bbyg4rl]

Hey bestie how does the 2k thing work??

hihi so this is basically a kind of detailed explanation of the whole thing, if u have any more questions lmk<33

so heres the celebration post !

i have 3 categories u can request for:

꒰ ⑅ ๑  𝟗𝟗𝟗 : : RELEASE ꒱ send me a kink or place and an au/or not and ill write a blurb/drabble for you in relation to it <𝟑

[basically u can give me a jj au or just normal jj and give me a kink u want me to write w him or like a place where i should write it (this is just for smut) u can find requests for this category and the works ive posted for it here!]

꒰ ⑅ ๑  𝟖𝟖𝟖 : : BALANCE ꒱ if you're comfortable w not having anon on/if ur a moot! send me a gif/ a photo and ill write something based on it! mention if you want it to be fluff/angst/smut.

[in this u can request anything you want, the only thing different is, its based on a picture u give me, so like ur basically giving me a visual prompt! u can find requests for this category here!]

꒰ ⑅ ๑  𝟐𝟐𝟐 : : ALIGNMENT ꒱ tell me about yourself and ill make a moodboard for u + jj! <𝟑 (u can request any of my aus/concepts to b paired w u too!)

[this one has nothing to do w writing lol, so basically it works like this: you tell me ab yourself (anon or not idm) and ill kind of create a moodboard of you + jj like both of you together! you can ask me to give u a moodboard w one of my jj aus or just jj how he is in the show! u can find requests for this here!]

if you wanna request from one of my jj aus and u cant find em— u can go to my masterlist! i have carpenter!jj, stalker!jj and clingy!boyfriend!jj as full fledged aus, but if you go to my concept masterlist, theres a lot more, u can request from there too <3

[onsunnyside]

𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐒 (& 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐒)

𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐬/𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 (& 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬)

Note: these drabbles are not related to any of my series, for those story-specific drabbles, please check the series masterlist !! Some of these drabbles are also from my celebrations/parties. [smut = *]

𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 — Do not plagiarize, copy, repost/republish, adapt or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third party sites. My blog is 18+, so minors DNI. I do not own any character of any franchise (OBX, etc.). All my works are fiction and may be dark or have triggering content: read all warnings before proceeding. All OBX characters have non-canon ages, they’re in their early/mid twenties.

˗ˏˋ𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭ˎˊ˗ | 𝐎𝐁𝐗 (& 𝐀𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐬) 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

「 𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐍 」

rafe prompts from the bestie @bimbofawn: camboy!rafe* (#camboy rafe) | drummer!rafe* (#drummer rafe)

#stalker rafe: chase kink | eating you out*

「 𝐉𝐉 𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐊 」

best friend!jj teaches you how to kiss (ft. other filthy things)*

mean!jj x kook!reader*

grumpy!jj x innocent kook!reader who’s new to town* (#grumpy jj)

#camboy jj x camgirl reader: cum in panties*

「 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐖 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐘 」

「 𝐑𝐔𝐃𝐘 𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐎𝐖 」

[fatalitysficbakery]

𓆰♡𓆪 Fatality’s Fic Bakery Masterlist; Criminal Minds Menu Updated 9•6•23 𓆰♥︎𓆪

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𓆰♥︎𓆪 Welcome To The Bakery 𓆰♡︎𓆪

series (☀︎︎) oneshots (☦︎︎) smut (✞)

fluff (☻︎) angst (☹︎)

two parters (♫)

reactions (❥) headcanons (☠︎︎)

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𓆰♡︎𓆪 CM’s Ladies Menu 𓆰♥︎𓆪

↳ Emily Prentiss.

coming soon!!

↳ Jennifer Jareau.

Priorities. (☦︎︎ - ☹︎ - ☻︎) x Black Fem!Y/n

Warnings; none.

Synopsis; are you gonna keep running to her and leaving me a shell of my former self?

↳ Elle Greenaway.

What Love Does To The Psyche. (☦︎︎ - ☹︎ - ☻︎) x Black Fem!Y/n

Warnings; Stalker themes, home invasion, character death. Belle is Elle’s nickname from Y/n.

Synopsis; When Elle’s highschool sweetheart needs the teams help to remove a stalker from her life, Elle immediately remembers why she loved loves her.

What goes on in the dark. (☦︎︎ - ☹︎ - ☻︎) x Black Fem!Y//n

warnings: hostage situation, mentions of violence, blood, and shot wounds. JJ is a profiler here. Liaison!Y/n, grief, mentions of suicide, gun violence, nothing too graphic.

synopsis: i’ll love you till the very end, amor.

↳ Joy Rossi.

Innocent Verdict. (☦︎︎ - ☹︎ - ☻︎) x Black Fem!Y/n

Warnings; VOMIT, Talks of Abuse, Child Molestation, Rape, Our Corrupt Justice system that doesn’t protect black women, hotchner being a supportive dad figure, PTSD!reader (i have ptsd so i’m gonna write it how my attacks feel in my experience but everyone’s attacks won’t feel the same.), Adult adoption (Not common, but happens sometimes. this is what Aaron is to the reader, her father), yes Elle is in this. why? because in heavens bakery she never left 😍. Also- subtle hints of an age regression relationship between Joy and Reader(coping mechanism, nothing sexual ya nasties), reader has autism!

Synopsis; After an innocent verdict turns your life upside down, your wife is there to help you back up. Along with your Quantico family.

↳ Jordan Todd.

coming soon!!

↳ Kate Callahan.

coming soon!!

↳ Tara Lewis.

coming soon!!

↳ Penelope Garcia.

coming soon!!

↳ Ashley Seaver.

coming soon!!

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↳ Aaron Hotchner.

The Baby Question. (☦︎︎ - ☾ - ☻︎) x Black Fem!Y/n

Warnings; None.

Synopsis; #17 “Well- I guess I’d never really thought about but now that you say it aloud…Yeah. Yeah, I’d love to have kids with you”.

Tethered Together. (☦︎︎ - ☻︎) x Black Fem!Y/n

Warnings; Past Life Themes, Mentions of Murder and Violence, and also HAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH.

Synopsis; A woman from Aaron’s past is back. Only, he’s sure he’s never met her a day in his life.

↳ Derek Morgan.

I Remember That Night I Just Might Rewind. (Ep 1.) (♫ - ☀︎︎ - ☹︎ - ☻︎-ish) x Black Fem!Y/n

Warning; Presumed Death, Attempted Sexual Assault Mentions (Non-Graphic), Talk of Murder, PTSD!Reader.

Synopsis; Inspired by s7e1 “it takes a village”. You and Morgan were supposed to marry, after you’re “murdered” by an unsub he definitely doesn’t expect or know how to take it when you show up at Quantico…Alive.

↳ Final Ep; The Way It Used To Be. (♫ - ☀︎︎ - ☹︎ - ☻︎)

Warnings; PTSD!Reader.

Synopsis; Getting back into the swing of things isn’t easy.

↳ Spencer Reid.

The Brain, Not The Heart. (☦︎︎ - ☹︎ - ☻︎) x Black Fem!Y/n

Warnings; Kidnap, Torture, Injury, Blood, Brief Mentions Of Sexual Assault, Maeve Supremacy (she and reid deserved better.)

Synopsis; Since Maeve’s death Reid has been closed off from love but when he met you? He saw a future he never thought was in the plans for him. When you’re kidnapped, the brain of the team is suddenly the most frazzled one there.

Nelson’s Sparrow (Gideon’s Song). (☦︎︎ - ☹︎ - ☻︎) x Black Fem!Y/n

Warnings: singer!reader, morgan’s sister!reader, tear jerker, grief, learning to deal with grief

Synopsis: Reid takes Gideon’s death hard and it puts an obvious strain on your relationship - one you didn’t know how to fix. Until you did.

Stolen Breaths. (☦︎︎ - ☹︎ - ☻︎ - ❦) x Black Fem!Y/n

warnings: abduction, incest talk, csa talk, sexual harassment, and then immediately after, slight cockwarming, aggressive!spencer, headstrong!reader, hatefucking, punisher!reid.

synopsis: you’re angry at spencer, he’s angry at you, but his newfound aggression yields unexpected reactions.

↳ Luke Alvez.

coming soon!!

↳ Matt Simmons.

coming soon!!

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This List will be updated regularly as I go on. Enjoy the baked goods in Heaven’s Fic Bakery! 🥖🥐🥯🍞🥨🥮🧁🍧🍨🍯

[something-fanfiction-ie]

Rough Drafts

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Warnings: Explicit descriptions of a murder scene, argument, angst, and cursing.

A/N: Okay, so I know I said I was gonna publish this yesterday but I got Cassandra Clare’s newest book and I couldn’t put it down. I seriously love that lady. Omg. Anyways, it’s here now! And it’s angsty! And there’s gonna be a fourth part soon I promise! For real. Don’t forget to reblog, comment, send me an ask or a message and overall just adore me so that I may continue to feel good about myself. As always thank you for supporting me and I hope you enjoy!!!

[ Part One | Part Two ]

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An incredulous laugh bursts from your lips, your nails cutting crescent moons into the palms of your hands as you try and convince yourself that this isn’t actually happening.

“Do you have alibis for your whereabouts on Monday, June eighth, Saturday, June thirteenth, and Thursday, June eighteenth?” Spencer can see your leg bouncing rapidly under the table, your eyes flying over the pictures and the expression of Emily Prentiss. You seem genuine, but he can’t trust himself to get an accurate read of you anymore.

“I, uhm, I- I wouldn’t know off the top of my head. I keep a planner, I’ll forget things otherwise.” The burst of iron in your mouth is not something you’re unused to, having chewed your cheek so badly that the skin there has broken under your teeth.

“We’ll need to see that.” Emily isn’t sure whether or not she believes that you’re guilty, watching the way you seem to unravel before her. When you look at the crime scene photos, it isn't with any pleasure, but with disgust. Your nose wrinkles a little at the bridge and you keep looking away as the blood from your face starts to drain. 

Either you’re a really good actress or you aren’t the unsub.

Emily says as much as she flips through the small teal planner that you’d willingly given them. Due dates for chapters, publishing events, book signings and days for book tours fill most of the pages in your most neat handwriting. Dates you plan to go visit your mother, grocery shop, doctor’s appointments, even plans to go somewhere and write.

Everything is explicitly stated, that way you’re never unsure of what you meant to tell yourself. That is, until around three weeks ago when a handful of days are notated with an ‘S,’ followed by a random doodle. Sometimes it’s a tiny heart drawn absentmindedly while you discuss the plans over the phone, other times it’s a cartoon bunny or a top hat.

Garcia is the first to take notice of it, her fingers faltering in their constant thrum against the keyboard in front of her. She glances out of the side of her glasses, raising her eyebrows suggestively.

“Looks like lonely girl found herself a boo.” 

“That makes sense,” JJ says from the chair she’s pulled into Penelope’s office from the bullpen. A pen is stretched between her hands, her posture relaxed into the curve of the stiff, government-issued rolly chair.

All the girls have gathered into the tech analyst’s room while the men take turns interrogating you. Well, all except Spencer. He just stands behind that window watching your every move with eyes like a hawk. “What doesn’t make sense is why she keeps it secret even in her personal planner.”

“Maybe she has a stalker? That could be who is doing all this?” 

“Then she wouldn’t keep careful notation of everything else going on in her life. A stalker would follow her every move, not just her romantic interests. Even if he is in love with her.”

“A partner, maybe? Like the days they planned the murders or days they were acted out?”

“None of the days line up with the crimes, save for this one,” Emily leans the book toward the two women with her finger just underneath June fifth, the day Alison Crane was abducted from outside her campus dorm room. It’s the third ‘S’ scribbled into the corner of a day in the entire book.

“And there is nothing else written in relation to this ‘S’ character?” JJ shakes her head, looking for any clues that could be nestled among the loops and curls of your writing. Reid would be better at this, he was the graphology expert among them. So why wasn’t he back here helping?

“Then I guess we better try and get her to talk about it. Meanwhile Garcia, we’ll get Rossi and Reid to head over to her apartment and you can hack into her computer?” Penelope spins the chair, a flash of bright colors and blond hair. She clicks her tongue in response, throwing up a fingers gun and winking.

“Whatever you need me to do, I’m on it like sexy on Derek Morgan stepping out of the shower in a towel.”

After some arguing, and maybe just a little bit of pleading, they manage to convince Reid to join Rossi on a trip to your apartment. He can’t help but feel a little uncomfortable, standing in your living room. Not because he’d been here before, but because he’d never been here before.

The empty mugs that litter every surface, smelling of old coffee and your favorite coffee creamer (he only knows it’s your favorite because you explicitly ask for that creamer at every coffee shop the two of you have ever gone to), is unfamiliar to him. He’s invited you to his apartment at least three times. How come he had never been to yours?

Small pages and notebooks of scribbled ideas and dialogues cover just as many areas as the coffee cups do, your handwriting messy and cramped in every note. It’s almost like you couldn’t get the idea out of your head fast enough.

The bed in your room is meticulously made without a wrinkle in sight, but that could be because of the obvious bed you’ve made yourself along the salmon pink couch that stretches out in front of your TV. A multicolored crochet blanket is thrown haphazardly over the back, a pillow still slightly squished against the arm.

On the coffee table is a half opened laptop, a notebook with red and black ink scribbled in the lines, and a still full cup of coffee. Rossi makes quick work of calling Garcia and helping her get patched into your computer. It’s strange, watching her move the mouse on your screen from miles away.

Reid never stops moving, walking the length of your studio apartment with his eyes peeled for any kind of information he could find. It’s obvious that you spend most of your time in the main room, which houses the kitchen, a small dining area, and the living room. A door leading into your room branches off to a small bathroom which is just as disorganized as everything else in your house.

Hair products, skin washes, and all kinds of makeup are scattered across the sink and back of your toilet. It’s funny because every time he’s ever met up with you, you’re bare faced and your hair is still drying from the shower you took before leaving your house. The tube of lipstick he picks up makes him think he doesn’t really know you at all.

On the nightstand in your room is a bottle of water with the label ripped off and the two Rossi books you’d bought that fateful day in the bookstore. The label from the water bottle is stuck between the middle pages of one of the books. The passages in question don’t lend anything to connecting you as a homicidal maniac, let alone a serial killer.

Back in the living room, Garcia is snooping through every aspect of your computer.

“I don’t know whether or not the be freaked out by her web history. There’s a lot of murder-y questions here. ‘Signs of a post mortem amputation,’ ‘How much blood can you lose and still live?,’ ‘Most brutal ways to be killed.’ It’s creepy.” Rossi is flicking through the notebook from the table, his eyes squinted as he tried to make sense of the abbreviations and scribblings of another writer.

“She writes crime novels so it isn’t entirely strange for her to be looking at those types of things.” Thankfully, the defense of your web search history comes from the older man who looks up as Garcia delves deeper and deeper. Spencer had thought it first, but hadn’t said anything to avoid suspicion. He’s smart enough to know that the truth has to come out eventually, but he wants to be sure of your innocence (or guilt, he reminds himself a bit glumly) before he reveals your link to him.

“I’m not seeing anything she could be using to contact a partner unless her partner is one of the publishing people she’s constantly messaging via email.” At this Spencer stops, leaning against the back of the couch with his weight resting on the heels of his hands. The stance appears relaxed. He is anything but.

“Why do we assume she has a partner?” Reid asks, impatiently pushing a stray curl away from his face. Rossi glances at him curiously, otherwise undistracted from the shake the movement gives the couch.

“Oh, Prentiss, JJ, and I were looking through her little teal book earlier and the only thing not explicitly stated was just the letter ‘S.’ It’s why they came back to interrogate and they sent you guys to her house. I thought they told you.”

Spencer wants to beat his head against the wall.

“That isn’t a lead, Garcia. You have to tell them that ‘S’ isn’t her partner.” The mouse on the computer screen falters, several saved documents for different rough drafts of books or drabbles are pulled up the way you might have papers scattered about in front of you.

“What is it? Do you know who ‘S’ is?” Rossi is turned sideways on the couch, looking over the back and up at the distressed man in front of him. It doesn’t take him long to connect the dots when they make eye contact. Penelope impatiently whines over the phone.

“I’m ‘S,’ I’ve been seeing her for the last three weeks. I’m sure if you tell me the dates then every single one of them will be days that we’ve had plans together.”

“I’m sorry, what?!” Before anyone has the chance to say anything else, the door to Garcia’s office opens and a second voice filters through Rossi’s phone speaker. It’s JJ.

“Let Reid and Rossi know there’s just been another murder.”

This time it’s a fifteen year old girl. Her hair is black and wet, her lips are as blue as the sky, and she’s naked. Water droplets from her skin have soaked into the sheet of paper that was layed over her chest. The bathtub she’s in is completely empty, but it doesn’t take a genius to know that she was drowned there. The bruises on her shoulders from the force the unsub used to pin her down are dark against the contrast of her already pale skin.

...The man leaned over the tub, his eyes squinted in thought and his lips skewed a little to the side. Ryder stayed focused on the crime scene, for the most part. But even detectives of her caliber, and higher, could easily get lost in the eyes that look up at her from beneath long golden-brown lashes.

“Detective?” She blinks the distraction away, looking back at the girl, her black hair wet and spiraling like the snakes on Medusa’s head against the ivory siding of the drained tub. Ryder can’t help but wish the girl had been lucky enough to turn her killer to stone. Maybe it would have saved her.

“Agent.” She crosses her arms, looking anywhere but at the man across from her, pretending to look for any useful clues. Ryder had gotten to the crime scene fourty-five minutes before the pair of FBI Agents had walked in. The man, who had introduced himself as Supervisory Special Agent Matthew Gray, had decided to join her in the second floor bathroom. His partner, a woman named Katherine Swift, had taken to looking for clues through the rest of the house.

Agent Gray is beautiful. It’s the only adjective that seems to stick to him with certainty, every other aspect of his personality just as elusive as the exact color of those eyes. Even as short as his hair is, the golden brown tendrils are unkempt and curl every which way. Ryder has to force her hand to stay at her side and not reach up to smooth an alfalfa that does nothing for the serious expression on his face.

She keeps imagining what it would feel like if he reached out to kiss her, curling his fingers into her hair and bringing her unworthy lips up to meet his. He’s tall so she would probably have to stretch a little, but she wouldn’t mind. Not when his hands are tangled in her hair and he’s giving her the kiss she’s been silently begging for since the moment he flashed that crooked grin at her.

The imagination is so vivid that she jumps when her own partner, Detective Russo, comes around the corner of the hallway and straight into the bathroom...

The paper crinkles in the evidence bag as Morgan places it on the table, trying to ignore the daggers being glared into him on the other side of the mirror.

Nobody on the team had been very happy with Spencer when they heard the news about your relationship, Hotch had nearly snatched him by the scruff of his neck when he made to go into the interrogation room. But after several minutes of thoroughly explaining himself, Hotch had sent Morgan in. To say Spencer was infuriated was an understatement.

“Do you know what this is, (Y/N)?” You look down at it, twisting the evidence bag so that you could read the Times New Roman font you always wrote in when writing in Microsoft Word. The words cover the front and back of the copy paper, but you don’t have to read it through all the way before you know what it is.

“It’s a page from my newest book.” The bag scratches against the tabletop as you push it away from you, crossing your arms over your chest. Your face is stoplight red with embarrassment at the thought of Spencer reading this page, mostly because you had pulled so heavily from your own thoughts when first meeting Spencer to write Ryder and Gray’s first meeting. You created Matthew Gray to write about Spencer Reid in a way that felt less ‘high school diary entry.’

“More specifically, it’s from the book you just started working on about a month ago. The one that only you and your agent have access to.” Finally, Morgan sits. Before, he’d just been pacing around you the way a lioness might stalk around her prey before she launches an attack. It made you uneasy, but that was the whole point, wasn’t it?

“Do you know where we found it, (Y/N)?” His muscles bulge against his shirtsleeves when he leans them up on the table. Derek Morgan is a very attractive man, you’ll give him that, but if making you uneasy and putting you in the room with a attractive man to fluster you was their strategy then they should have sent in Spencer.

“My computer.”

“We found it on the body of a dead girl.” Another picture joins the ones already shuffled around the table. You can barely look at it, nausea and tears building in your throat at the sight of another person dying the same way you’d written in a story. When you don’t respond, Morgan continues.

“‘She was found at the bottom of an empty bathtub, a pale leg hooked over the edge of the porcelain siding, and her arms pinned to her sides in death. Bruises discolored the skin at her shoulders, and Ryder knew at first glance that her cause of death would be asphyxiation by drowning.’” He drops the paper back to the table, having picked it up to read the passage from the end of the page.

“That’s wrong,” You say, leaning back over the table to look at the paper again. Derek looks down, like the words might have changed in the moment he looked away, but the text stays exactly the same as before.

“That’s exactly what is written here.” You shake your head, pulling the bag back to you and wrinkling your forehead in thought.

“I don’t doubt that is what you read, Agent Morgan,” Your eyes fly over the page, reading the end of the excerpt with overwhelming relief. The bag sticks a little to the pad of your index finger as you tap over the paragraph in question. “But I rewrote this scene only two nights ago. It’s on my computer, I’m sure your tech analyst can confirm my claim. This girl, Bella, she doesn’t die from drowning anymore. Her hands are tied above her head to the faucet and she’s strangled. I couldn’t decide if I wanted it to be by her sister or her girlfriend.”

JJ rushes back to Penelope’s office, on a mission to confirm your statement just as you had suggested. Meanwhile, Morgan’s mind is rushing to figure out the mess he is currently sat in. You lean back in your chair now, unsure if the dizziness you feel is from lack of food or the sudden realization that they couldn’t pin this to you anymore.

“I’m not your bad guy. If I was doing this to prove to my mother that my writing is good, that I chose the right career, as your profile says, I wouldn’t change the scene in my book and not change the murder.” In Morgan’s earpiece, Hotch tells him that you were telling the truth about editing the scene two nights ago.

“Unless you planned it to throw us off track. We know about your relationship with Spencer, you’ve probably found out all kinds of things to do to keep us from catching you.”

You clench your teeth, straightening into your chair and pinning Derek down with a look you’d learned from your mother. It makes him think of his mom, your eyes narrowed and your gaze so cold that it could cause frostbite. He watches curiosily as you tilt your chin up a little, trying to hide the pricks behind your eyes and the wobble of your lip. Derek notices them, the entire team notices. They’re trained to notice.

“I want a lawyer.” You say simply, you voice is sharp and quiet but it does the job of slicing through the tension already building in the room.

“Come on, you don’t need a lawyer.”

“That’s where you’re wrong again, Agent Morgan. I do need a lawyer. Because even though I have full-heartedly trusted the justice system since I was in diapers, and even though I came to these offices willing to help your team in any way that I could, you are still trying to use me as a scapegoat instead of actually doing your fucking job and finding the bastard who is killing people in my name.

“A study from criminal law bulletin says that 10,000 people are wrongfully convicted of serious crimes every year. One in every twenty-five people sentenced to death are innocent, Agent Morgan. Just since 1973, more than 160 people were exonerated from the death penalty. That’s not even counting the people who were killed. But you sure as hell aren’t about to make me apart of that statistic because you want to waste your time trying to piece an investigation around me. That’s not how you’re supposed to do your job. So until you can remember how to do it correctly, I do need a lawyer. Thank you.”

By the time you finish you’ve leaned over the table, your index finger jammed into the wood to make your point. It feels like your chest is on fire as you slam back into your seat and cross your arms, determined to keep your silence for the rest of the time you were forced to sit here.

Everyone on the opposite side of the mirror is stunned into silence, their eyes focused on you even as Derek gathers all the things from the desk and walks out looking a little flustered himself. If Spencer was totally honest, your outburst was actually kind of hot. He has to remind himself that you may have killed eight people in cold blood.

Your lawyer makes it to the BAU in record time, his red hair expertly gelled back from his face. His icy blue eyes only cracking when he sees you sitting by yourself in the interrogation room. Spencer can tell by the way that he lowers himself on the balls of his feet to talk to you, reaching out to touch the hand that sits on your thigh, that he knows you personally. He likes you, actually. Spencer tried to tell himself that it doesn’t make him glad when you pull your hand out of his and awkwardly pat his arm.

He’s been lying to himself a lot today.

Hotch is the one to go back in the room, he was the best at dealing with lawyers. Unfortunately his best wasn’t enough to keep you in custody and soon your lawyer, who Spencer learned was named Jeremy, was walking you out of the room for the first time in six hours.

Your back cracks when you stand, your shoulders rolling back to try and ease some of the stress you’d been holding there since this morning. The sound of the door swinging open for you is almost heavenly, the feel of the air outside of the room is damn near enough to make you cry.

When you look to the side, ready to leave out the second door that leads into the hallway and away from this mess, you meet eyes with the only profiler of the BAU that you hadn’t seen that day. Spencer looks back at you with an expression that you find hard to put into words.

He almost looks sorry, the regret evident in the slight widening of his eyes, but at the same time his chin is tilted up like he is facing an enemy he has vowed to take down no matter the cost. His shoulders are squared, but his arms are uncrossed and his palms are open.

And even though you knew you wouldn’t be there without him knowing, the reassurance that Spencer knew and even suspected you is like a blow to the chest and stomach. It robs you of air, causing you to stumble.

Jeremy reaches to steady you. You shake him off, pulling your eyes from the young doctor and focusing all of your attention on the door knob.

“I’m fine, Jeremy.” Your tone of voice is more harsh than you intended but you’re still struggling to collect oxygen, even when you slide into your car by yourself, it feels like you can’t get enough air. The walk from the BAU offices to the parking lot had passed in a blur. Jeremy’s talk about staying at home and keeping your head low had gone by even faster, and now that you have time to truly be by yourself, everything hits like a ton of bricks thrown at you from a speeding train.

In the midst of your panic attack, gasping for air into the palms of your shaking hands, questioning everything about yourself and your career, you don’t register the shuffle of movement in your backseat. You’re so deep in your mind that you almost don’t notice the cool press of a gun barrel against the back of your neck until a familiar voice lifts your head from your hands.

“Drive.”

[pastpatientlywaitingforimagines]

Some thoughts on Zugzwang

A/N: This ended up coming in at just under 1k words, which means I consider this a drabble and not a full fic! It won’t read like my usual writing, it’s all in present tense and contains almost no dialogue. 

I wrote this as a part of my Galaxy Universe (MASTERLIST), it can also be read as a free-standing BAU!Reader x Platonic!Spencer drabble though!

WARNINGS: MAJOR SPOILERS FOR 08x12, regular CM things

Tossing it under the cut because of the amount of spoilers in this thing

You weren’t at Spencer’s apartment when he woke up. He had fallen asleep reading the night before after you had gone home. He was on his way to meet you when he stops to call Maeve because he had promised you he’d reschedule his date with her, and after the dream he had he knows he needs to do it then. He calls you as soon as he gets the message, he wants you to be there when he’s meeting with Hotch.

From that moment on, you’re essentially full Spencer support at the beginning of the case/presenting to the team because Spence is part of the victimology. You do what you can for the team to make up for the loss of Spencer’s brain, while simultaneously making sure he is not completely losing it.

Hotch sends you to the loft with Morgan and JJ. He reasons that if Maeve is there you’ll be the best person for her to talk to and also the best person to tell Spencer he’s right if she isn’t there. You want to stay with Spencer but can’t argue with Hotch’s reasoning.

As soon as the sweep of the loft is done and it’s determined to be an active crime scene, Morgan calls Hotch and you call Spencer. You try to be delicate and also stay honest about the fact that Maeve is actually missing, but Spencer’s anger about learning that Maeve was engaged is messing with his emotions about the whole thing. You go with Spencer, Hotch, Morgan and Rossi to talk with Bobby Putnam.

You get a weird feeling when Diane opens the door, but can’t sort out the cause before Spencer recognizes Bobby from the restaurant and Hotch is pushing him out the door. When Hotch comes back in he asks you to wait in the hallway with Spencer, and doesn’t explain further. You are the one who suggests you wait outside, claiming the older building is giving you the “heebie jeebies”.

You were going to tell Diane to leave when she comes outside but Morgan beats you to it, something you’re a little salty about because you’re still taking responsibility for maintaining Spencer’s sanity. You stay quiet while Morgan has his little heart-to-heart with Spence, it’s a Moreid bro moment that you decide doesn’t need interference. If Morgan had been saying something stupid though, you would have stepped in.

You’re with Spence when he makes the connection that Diane is the unsub. It relieves you a little bit, knowing Spencer’s head was clear enough to make the connections as well as the concrete direction the team now had to finding out where Maeve was.

You aren’t surprised or offended when Spencer picks Blake to do his cognitive interview. Alex is the most emotionally removed from the team just because she’s the newest, you know you would be biased and too wrapped up in making sure Spencer is ok to be effective if he had chosen you.

You stay with the rest of the team, trying to work on solidifying the celebrity stalker theory. It’s during this time that Rossi suggests you take a break- even just to drink a cup of coffee. You aren’t really given a choice, and as you’re standing in the kitchenette sipping at the hot liquid you realize the amount of tension you’ve been carrying all day (and hiding from Spencer). It’s a welcomed reprieve from the chaos, and you feel much better and ready to work when Spencer and Blake come back with their breakthrough.

You’re sent with Blake and Morgan to check out the Junior College that Diane works at. You’re still not super happy to be separated from Spencer, but both Rossi and JJ separately reassure you that he’ll be ok with them and they’ll call you if anything happens. Nothing turns up at the college, so you head back to home base to find Spencer building a geoprofile.

You agree with Hotch that Spencer shouldn’t be part of the takedown on account of his possible death, but as soon as Spencer explains his reasoning why he wants to be there, you’re strapping on your vest and very sternly telling Spencer not to take his vest off under any circumstances.

“Spencer,” you stop him right before you get into the SUVs.

“Yeah?” he turns around quickly, frantically.

“I trust you on this, but you’re the only you we’ve got. You deserve to have good things, and you deserve to live. Tell me we’re making it out of this in one piece.”

Spencer looks you up and down, obviously noting your sincerity by the way his breathing changes and his eyebrows raise, “we’re making it out of this in one piece.”

“That’s all I needed to hear,” you sigh, squaring your shoulders, “let’s go get your girl.”

(A/N round 2: This almost directly leads in to my fic Cosmos)

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Masterlist

Decided to make another masterlist that includes some newer ones.

Warning: This list will be long.

Unstoppable

An unsub from that was thought to be dead has resurfaced and had threatened Matt, his family and friends. Concern for their safety, Matt goes off alone to catch him without a trace. With Matt gone, the BAU enlists the help from Matt’s former IRT teammates to find him and stop the unsub before it’s too late.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15

Recalling the Past

Tara, Luke and Matt are hanging out together one Saturday night when they come across a person being harassed with racial slurs. They manage to stop the man despite getting harassed by him as well. Once it was over the three all became sad since it reminds them of the time they experienced racism. The three would share their previous experience of discrimination before shifting to a conversation about their past. As the conversation progress, the three would soon bond over their past experiences.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

Stalker From the Past

A simmvez angst fic. When Luke is suddenly kidnapped by a stalker, it’s up to Matt and the team to save him before it’s too late.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

On the Run

An angst series in which Matt and JJ go on the run after finding the real motives of Assistant Director Linda Barnes. With the help from former SSA Derek Morgan, the two try to find a way to expose her while finding a way to clear their names and reunite with their families and the team.

1. It’s Either You or Me

2. All We Have is Each Other

3. All We Have is Each Other(Alternate scene)

4. Always Here to Help

5. If Only They Knew (Bonus Scene)

6. A Question of Time

7. A Friend Like you

8. Unable to Sleep

9. Nightmares

10. Her Worst Fear

11. A Difficult Decision

12. Missing Them

13. Escape

14. Tending One’s Wound

15. Getting too Close

16. The Chase(Part 1)

17. The Chase(Part 2)

18. The Chase(Part 3)-Interrogation

19. The Chase(Part 4)-Rescue

20. We’re in this Together

21. Tired of Running

22. It All Falls Apart

23. Returning to Normal

Bonus:

The Chase(Alternate Scene)

Under Pressure

Search and Rescue

Aftercare

The Switch

 Things couldn’t get much weirder till one day where Reid woke up to find himself in the body of his friend and teammate Matt. Soon, Matt also found himself in the same situation but in Reid’s body. Realizing that they mysteriously swap bodies, the two struggle to adapt to find the cause and solution to their situation while struggling to adapt to the other’s role on an active case. Let’s hope that they can get the case done without raising any suspicions from the team.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9

One Shots

*-indicates that this is from @damnhotmsimmons

A Day at the Park-(A simmvez fluff fic)

Stuck in an Elevator-(A funny simmvez fic.)

Movie Night at the BAU-(A BAU team fic.)

Holiday Shopping-(A funny fic about JJ and Matt)

Decorating the Christmas Tree-(A BAU team fic)

Snowball Fight-(Another funny fic involving JJ and Matt)

Well One of Us Has to Change-(A funny JJ and Matt fic featuring the rest of the BAU.)

What Are You a Superhero?-(A Matt drabble featuring the rest of the team.)

*Easing the Pain-(A Matt x Kristy smut)

*Driving Through the City-(A Matt Simmons x reader fic)

*A Sweet Surprise-(A Daniel Henney x reader fic, basically one of those actor x reader fics, which I rarely do.)

*The Ride Home-(Another Daniel Henney x reader fic)

*Well This is Awkward-(A funny Matt drabble featuring the team)

*Warming Up by the Fireplace-(A Matt Simmons x reader holiday fic)

*I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus-(A Matt x Kristy holiday fluff fic)

*Sweet Lullaby-(A Matt fluff fic featuring Kristy and their son Jake)

*Holiday Kiss-(A Matt x Kristy drabble that takes place long before the events of CM and Beyond Borders)

*Underneath the Mistletoe-(A Matt Simmons x reader holiday fic)

*I Got You-(A Matt x unsub oneshot)

*Caught in Your Web-(A sequel to “I Got You” that features some smut.)

The Unexpected Visitor-(A fic where Hotch visits the BAU and has a talk with the new member, Matt.)

Let Me Tell You About My Team-(A fic where Emily profiles the team similar to what Hotch did in 02x23.)

Why Did it Have to be You?-(A fic request by anon where Matt’s ex-boyfriend returns but as an unsub.)

New Look? I Dig it-(A fic where Penelope arrives at the bureau with a new hairdo.)

More Than a Member-(My first Tara centric fic)

Smarter Than We Look-(A fic where Tara, Luke and Matt interrogate a racist suspect.)

A Shoulder to Lean On-(A Matt and JJ angst fic.)

*Safe in Your Arms-(A Matt Simmons x OC oneshot)

*Away From Home-(A Matt Simmons oneshot that takes place during the events of Criminal Minds: Beyond Borders.)

*Comfort-(A Matt Simmons oneshot that takes place after 13x10)

*Blue Heart-(A Matt Simmons x OC oneshot)

Morning Jog-(A Matt and JJ drabble)(Tara and Luke version)

A Taste of Dessert-(A Matt x reader smut)

*Sadness Behind a Smile-(A Matt Simmons drabble)

*Chaos in Babysitting-(A fic where Matt decides to take care of the kids while Kristy is out only to realize that it’s not as easy as he thought it would be.)

Final Shot

*Shouldn’t Have Said That

*What We Do When We’re Alone

*Love Interrupted

Sick Day

*A Beauty Like No Other

*Touched by an Angel

*Can We Have a Pet?

*Holding On

*My Old Friends

*A Tough Decision to Make

*Where the Heart is

A Friend or Enemy?

Back To Reality

The Last Stand

Back to Life

Birthday Surprise

Just to Pass the Time

Some Things Are Meant to Stay Hidden

Hurry Up and Save Me

What I’ve Become

Anything But Human

When You’re Expecting the Least Expected

Picnic

Jealous?

Selflessness

April Fool’s Day

I’ll Make it Up to You

Insecure

The Best Birthday Part Ever

Undressing You With My Eyes

Too Much Junkfood

The Setup

Love Wrecked

A Little Problem

The Case of the Missing Snack

It Should’ve Been Me-(A oneshot for @literallyprentissstwin‘s challenge)

It’s Too Late

Looking Out For a Friend

What Hurts the Most

The Last Doughnut

The One That Got Away

The New Puppy

I Don’t Wanna Lose You-(My first Marvel and Fantastic Four oneshot)

In Progress

Holiday Trip-(A holiday team fic where the agents and their loved ones travel to Italy for the holidays.) Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

The Heat is On-(An angst fic in which Tara, Luke and Matt rush against the clock to save the rest of the team before it’s too late.) Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Struggling to Forget-(A fic that serves as a sequel to Unstoppable in which Matt struggles to move on from the trauma he endured during the events in Unstoppable.)Part 1, Part 2, The Team

The Doctor and the Redhead-(A Tara Lewis x OC fic where Tara falls in love with an artist named Riley. This one has a bit more fluff than my other series.) Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

The Good Ol’ Days

College, a place of high education and learning. For many, it is suppose to be a time of transition, starting a new chapter into one’s lives, making new memories, friends, romances and gaining independence from their over-attached families. It was suppose to be a simple time of preparing for the real world, but for the students at Quantico University, it’s anything but.

  Just a CM college au fic with all the fluff, angst and even a hint of smut in it.

Masterlist here.

[tinylilacbun]

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You've fed his fantasies for long enough, pretending to be his perfect girl in order to earn his trust and let his guard down, waiting for the perfect time for him to make a mistake, which luckily happened to be sooner than you thought.

You lay curled up on the dingy mattress, not being able to sleep but pretended to have fallen asleep earlier when JJ came to tuck you in and waited for you to close your eyes, knowing that if you didn't he would give you a spiked cup of milk.

Suddenly you can't seem to remember if you heard the familiar sound of the lock clicking in place or not, he couldn't have forgotten it, right?

Eventually you get up, trying to make no noise as you pad towards the door, taking a deep breath before grabbing the doorknob, turning it slowly.

To your surprise, it's open, he actually forgot to lock it earlier, that's your chance to escape and return back home.

You can't rush this though, the second JJ finds out what you're up to you know you're in for it, quietly stepping out into the hallway and quickly spot the door to the backyard.

Your feet automatically carry you towards the possibility of freedom, your hands shaking as you unlock the door and step outside, your socked-clad feet touching grass for the first time in weeks.

Not being able to handle it anymore, you run.

Unbeknownst to you, a certain pair of blue eyes narrow in on you as he takes one last drag from his cigarette, flicking it onto the ground and exhales, shaking his head in disappointment.

He quickly went after you, already thinking about how to punish you for this stunt as he really felt betrayed by your move, thinking that you finally understood that your place is with him.

Eventually you trip over a branch that is hidden under some leafs, a yelp leaving your lips as you fall onto the dirty ground, scraping your knees in the process.

Just as you're about to push yourself up again you feel a shoe press on your back, pushing you back into the ground as you whimper.

"You really thought you could run without me noticing? I told you, I'm watching your every move, always have, always will." JJ's low voice has you freezing in place. "I gotta say, I'm hurt. I do everything for you to feel comfortable and safe, giving you everything I have to offer and working my ass off, and this is how you thank me?"

The tears flow before you can stop them, not knowing if it's because he caught you or because of the way he sounds so disappointed in you.

He moves his foot from your back and you scramble to your knees, shuffling to face him as you sniffle. "N-No, I-I'm sorry-"

"Sorry?" He scoffs, crossing his arms, not giving in to your crocodile tears. "If you're so sorry, then why did you run in the first place, huh? HUH!"

You flinch as he raises his voice, knowing you've really fucked it up since he shows you no ounce of gentleness like he used to whenever you screamed at him to let you go or threw anything you got your hands on across the room he kept you locked in.

You shake your head desperately, reaching out for him but sob when he takes a step back from you and his sudden rejection somehow makes your chest tighten, feeling the strong urge to gain his favor again.

"Ple- pwease..." You weep, wincing as you shuffle on your scraped knees closer to him, grabbing onto his jeans so he can't move away again. "Didn' mean to! Jus- Jus' wanted some air."

He hums as in thought, uncrossing his arms to rest his hands on his hips. "Just some air. Better not get used to it 'cause you won't get some for a while."

You look up at him with wide eyes, nodding your head, trying anything to get on his good side again. "M-M'sorry papa..."

Finally, he starts to smile, his dimple showing as he places his hand on top of your head, patting it in a condescending way. "There you go. C'mere, sugar." He coos, grabbing one of your hands that are still clutching at his leg to help you up, tsking at your bruised knees. "Look at what you did to yourself."

He swiftly lifts you into his arms, carrying you back towards the cabin that you should start seeing as your new life now as you can't seem to escape it, even if you tried.

[sleepywinchester]

Empty Space

Behind The Story S2 | Pt. 15 (Drabble) Author: sleepywinchester [prev. deanwinchester-af] Characters: Jensen, Reader, Jared and Cast Cameos. Pairings: Jensen x Actress!Reader Words: 370 Note: It’s only fair to show Jensen’s pain and guilt... So. I made a drabble! :) Gif cred: (x)

It was always the same nightmare. He’d follow her with the end of times on their backs. She is running from him and he’s running from damnation. Jensen tries his best to catch up to her and his daughter but he’s never fast enough. They always fall down from the same cliff. 

 Jensen had the same nightmare every night. He began to experience a chronic insomnia as the days went on. He didn’t want to sleep, he didn’t want to feel helpless again. He didn’t want to lose them again. He began to think even his subconscious was furious at him. Jensen didn’t blame it; How could he? He was furious at himself, sometimes so much that turned into hate.

He couldn’t even see himself in the mirror, he felt disgust for the person staring back at him.

Jensen would always wake up in a gasp every night when the nightmare was over. He used to always wrap his arms around Y/N after nightmares. Since she’s gone, there only emptiness and loneliness. He misses her and his daughter endlessly.

It was hard for Jensen not to check on her daily. He felt almost like a stalker but he couldn’t help it. Jensen would always check on her Twitter and Instagram profile for new photos of her and his daughter. She wasn’t posting as much as she used to though. 

The fans also noticed, Jensen received a couple of mentions in Twitter asking for Y/N. Always asking for her and why neither of them have been active in their social medias. She didn’t go out much, she usually was seen on her way to her mom’s, out of the gym or  with JJ. But since she’s living in Los Angles, there were more pictures of her taken by paparazzi’s. 

Seeing a new picture of her and JJ in the streets of sunny California was everything for him.

Tonight when he woke up in a gasp, he didn’t cried till he fell asleep. He stared for hours at the ceiling of his hotel room instead. Jensen pictured in his mind how would it feel seeing them again, seeing his daughter again after spending three weeks apart. In a couple hours Jensen would see her and his daughter and nothing made him happier than that.

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[tinylilacbun]

OMG HIHIHI now I can pciture like, a dark!jj starting to feel his obsession be born in the very moment he lay his eyes on her from affar. And he watches her all the time, to how long she takes to take sip after sip of her drink until random things like who she talks to people around her and walks. And it scares even himself (at least at the begining), this new.. dark and delicious feeling he can't name it, he just knows it increases every time he sees her. Maybe it's the contrast of their nature, it's what he tries to tell himself. Maybe it's how his is so full of anger and complications and hers is so... pure. Full of light. All he knows is that the feeling inside him is growing and turning into a sentence in the back of his head that gets louder and louder: he needs her. He has to have her. One way or another.

Geez sorry the delulu in me got the hots and just went with the flow I guess

THATS EXACTLY WHAT I THOUGHT!!

He doesn't know why he's so intrigued with you, why he's interested in a kook of all people, but you're different, not all bitchy and spoiled or thinking you're something better than the pogues.

You're sweet, almost too pure, and he just can't help himself but keep his eyes on you the second he catches a glimpse of you at a keg party on the beach.

He studies how you don't really drink from your cup, only taking small sips as if you're scared to get caught, clenching his jaw when he sees Rafe draping an arm over your shoulder as you giggle at something he said.

That psychotic drug addict should be the last person you stand close to, but it's not surprising, you're a sight for sore eyes but JJ knows that the kook prince only looks for a little fun, not for the interesting person you actually are.

JJ thought it was just the alcohol that night that made him so obsessive over someone who he never really talked to, but somehow he finds himself coincidentally seeing you around Kildare more often...

It gets so bad that he even starts to sneak onto your family's property, hiding behind some bushes as he gets a clear view of your room from your open window, watching you get ready for bed.

You turn off the light of your vanity mirror, getting up and stifling a yawn as you walk towards your bed, carefully slipping under the soft covers and making sure that none of your plushies fall on the ground.

JJ is about to leave when you suddenly reach under your pillow and pull out a small Lovie, but what really gets his attention is when you push the attached pacifier past your lips, getting more comfortable on your bed.

Now that's even more interesting.

A few more weeks of watching you and doing his own research on his phone he thinks that he knows what this is that you're doing, that state you seem to revert to for whatever reason he hasn't figured out yet.

Normally he would just ask Pope, but he doesn't want any of his friends knowing or thinking about him being some creep that's been watching you for about a month now.

His obsession only grows the more he finds out about you, not being able to control himself anymore as he quietly climbs in through your window one night, that small voice in his head being more prominent every time he sees you and getting the better of him.

He feels completely out of place, the clean and neatly organized room mocking his appearance, but it's oddly calming with the fairy lights that adorn the headboard on your bed and the faint scent of the lavender candle that's lit up on your nightstand.

Finally his gaze lands on your sleeping figure, all snuggled in your sheets and a bunny plushie tucked under your chin as the pacifier slowly bobs in your mouth.

He knows this is sick, that he shouldn't even be here, but a part of him doesn't even care, only thinking about satisfying his need to be close to you to make that voice finally shut up for a while.

Standing beside your bed he tilts his head to the side, almost cooing at how adorable you look and completely unaware of him right next to your bed, cautiously reaching out to caress your cheek.

"I'll take care of you soon...just gotta prepare everything." He whispers more to himself. "I just need some more time but don't worry, I'll keep an eye on you until then."

You will be his, no matter what it takes, you'll understand one day and thank him for saving you.

But who's saving you from him?

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[tinylilacbun]

● Chasing Shadow ●

stalker!jj maybank x kook!little!reader | Never in his life would JJ have thought that a person, a kook nonetheless, makes him embrace a much darker side of him that he didn't know was there.

Warnings: dark themes, age regression, stalking, allusions to kidnapping, stockholm syndrome

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୨୧ stalker!jj thoughts ୨୧

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JJ's obsession starts

He slowly gains your trust

Your first escape attempt

[tinylilacbun]

cooking a stalker!jj drabble rn