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MASTERS OF THE AIR (2024), part nine

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"dom spencer is so ooc" if we're being canon-compliant that man suffers from terminal virginity and we all have to delete our blogs. next question

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is it ok for me to kinda want them both idk

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need to be held down by him and used till i'm brain dead

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Training Day

Summary - A short fic in which Spencer administers your on-the-job training (not edited xoxo).

Warnings: spencer reid X bau reader, mentions of guns, mild swearing, BAU level-violence implied, fluff at the end

You ducked behind the nearest wall, doing your best to make sure the floor didn’t creak under your sifting weight. You adjusted your vest carefully, making sure your most vulnerable parts were covered before gently cocking your weapon, head resting against the floral wallpaper behind you. The target’s footsteps approached, nearing you as they entered the narrow hallway to your right. You made a split decision, pulling away from the wall and slipping quickly around the corner. 

“FBI. Drop your weapon and put your hands in the air.” You trained your firearm on the figure before you. One of his arms was holding a gun to the head of a victim who he was dragging along with him. The figure didn’t respond, instead choosing to cock his gun. You tried once more. “Drop the weapon or you will not walk out of here alive.” 

The shadow in the hallway said nothing, and you made up your mind. Raising your weapon, you fired, hitting him squarely in the head.

Suddenly, the lights burst on around you, making yourself and your target groan at the sudden intrusion of light. 

“Good practice, YN,” Spencer slipped out of the observation chamber, offering you a thumbs up. He scribbled a few notes on the clipboard in his hands. “However, you know the objective of this training was to take him alive.” 

You sighed, looking at your target. Your coworker Anderson stood before you, his helmet splattered with the paint pellet you’d fired at his head to free his ‘victim.’ 

“What would you suggest I have done? He had the victim at gunpoint and cocked his weapon.” You looked skeptically at Spencer, who sighed. 

“Frankly, I’m not sure. Anderson, maybe you should set up a better scenario for this particular training,” Spencer mused. He offered you a playful smile as Anderson groaned in irritation. 

“With all due respect, Dr. Reid, I’m following protocol by challenging Agent Y/N with this training,” Anderson mouthed, his agitation clear in his voice. “Maybe you and your team should work on adjusting to real-life scenarios rather than heroic fantasies.” 

Spencer frowned, stepping back into the observation room and grabbing a stack of papers off his desk. He hummed as he thumbed through the pages, murmuring a soft “mhm” when he found the one he was looking for.

Spencer held up the paper to Anderson and yourself before looking down to read it. “Agent Anderson, it says here you scored 63/100 on your last training assessment in this particular scenario.” 

You winced in secondhand embarrassment as Anderson flushed a deep shade of crimson. He began mumbling under his breath before he threw off his dirty helmet and stormed out of the training room. 

You watched Anderson leave while Spencer set the papers back in the observation room. “Don’t get me wrong, Spence,” you began as you stripped off your vest, “He’s an ass, but don’t you think that was a bit harsh? He’s right. I do need to be better prepared for those real field scenarios.” 

Spencer sighed, shaking his head. “Nothing can really prepare us for what happens out there. What matters is, you got the victim out alive. That’s all we can ask for.” 

You nodded. “Well, what was my final score, Doc?”

“I had to deduct a few points since the unsub wasn’t taken alive. However, you did great. You checked all your blind spots, made sure you were covered, and made multiple attempts to disarm him. I figure you deserved at least a 93.”

Your eyebrows raised in surprise. “93? I’m flattered, but that’s the highest score anyone on the team has gotten in this simulation since-”

“Since me?” Spencer mused, a smirk playing on the corner of his lips. “Yeah, I know. However, when I did the simulation, I ended up ‘shot’ in the arm. You left unscathed, which earned you some extra points. A 93 is suitable, and gives you room to improve.”

“Thank you, Spencer. I hope that you’re not doing this out of some kind of favoritism. Just because we’re teammates doesn’t mean you have to be nice when scoring me.”

Spencer shook his head. “I’m not playing favorites. Besides, if I was, I wouldn’t be favoring you because we’re teammates.” He lowered his voice, leaning into you, “I have plenty of other reasons to favor you of all people.”

You blushed as Spencer pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. Though the two of you had been keeping your relationship under wraps for professional reasons, you couldn’t help but have some tame displays of affection when the two of you were alone. He wrapped his arms around you, and you did the same, breathing in the scent of his cologne. 

Just as you were about to pull away, the door behind you both swung open and Anderson stumbled into the room. 

“Dr. Reid, I’ll have you know that-” Anderson’s voice caught in his throat when he saw you and Spencer pressed against each other, arm in arm. “Well, I… Since when do you two-” Anderson stumbled through his statements, flustered as he tried to piece together the scene before him. “I can’t believe this.” With that, your fellow agent turned and stumbled out of the training room.

“He’s so articulate, too.” Spencer joked, looking back at you.  

You furrowed your brow. “You’re not the least bit concerned that he’s going to tell the entire office about what he just saw?”

Spencer considered this for a moment before shaking his head. A mischievous smile played on the corners of his lips. He pressed another soft kiss to your forehead before letting out a sigh, looking back at the door that Anderson just left through. “Not if he doesn’t want the entire office to know he can’t pass field training.”

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shoutout to fic writers who capture the possessive yet pathetic personality of post prison spencer reid ‼️😍🤚🏻

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hair is hairing

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The Great War

A/N - If you guys know the song "The Great War" by Taylor Swift, you'll get where I'm coming from. Every time I hear it, I think of the prison spencer/cat storyline, so I just did a quick blurb. Enjoy!

Summary - Spencer's been in prison. Now he's finishing his stand off with the woman who put him there. His partner reflects and wonders what comes next.

Warnings - spoilers for season 12, BAU level violence

“And maybe it was ego swinging/ Maybe it was her/ Flashes of the battle come back to me in a blur”

I couldn’t bring myself to be angry. Believe me, I wanted to be. As I stared through the one-way glass, I felt myself imploding. His hand reaching for hers, asking her to dance with him. I thought back over the last few months, everything we’d been through. Flashes of everything came back in a blur. 

“Uh-huh, tears on the letter/ I vowed not to cry anymore/ If we survived the Great War”

The bloodied cuts on Spencer’s hand when he’d returned from Mexico. The tears dotting the letters he sent from the confines of the prison. I told myself I’d never waste time on tears again if I could just get him out. 

“You drew up some good faith treaties/ I drew curtains closed, drank my poison all alone”

He did what he had to do to stay alive. I don’t want to think about the details. I spent days and nights pouring over files and evidence, trying to find any way to exonerate him. 

“And maybe it's the past that's talkin'/ Screamin' from the crypt/ Tellin' me to punish you for things you never did”

A voice in the back of my head created doubts. What if he wasn’t as innocent as he seemed? I’d force the voice away and put my head back down, burying myself in work until I collapsed in exhaustion. 

“Somewhere in the haze, got a sense I'd been betrayed…/ That was the night I nearly lost you/ I really thought I lost you”

It wasn’t until this moment that I wondered if I’d been betrayed. She had her claws in him, certainly, but the way he was looking at her made some insecurity deep inside me. They swayed back and forth to some music only they could hear as the bile rose in my throat. The voice in my head suggested that I was losing him. Once again, I pushed the voice away. 

“We can plant a memory garden/ Say a solemn prayer, place a poppy in my hair”

Finally, he got what he wanted. He took a final look back leaving her with a single remark. He left her behind, securing his watch firmly back to his wrist as he entered the room. I found myself frozen in place. What were we to do now? 

“There's no morning glory, it was war, it wasn't fair/ And we will never go back”

He placed a soft hand on my shoulder, guiding me from the room and out the doors of the prison. None of this had been fair, but it was over. We never had to go back. No more letters covered in teardrops. No more nights spent apart. I could be his. We’d survived the great war. 

“I vowed I would always be yours/ 'Cause we survived the Great War.”

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“I'm just gonna go dig up some Katniss”

LUCY GRAY BAIRD & KATNISS EVERDEEN | The last look of the Mockingjay.

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i might be really late to the party on this but

do you guys ever think about how snow sent katniss and peeta into the quell supposedly believing they weren't truly in love, and by the time the quell was over he knew katniss loved peeta so much that he intentionally kidnapped and tortured him just to punish her "its the things we love the most that destroy us" snow knew she loved peeta, even when katniss didn't know it herself.

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"Because I love you."

A/N - Guys I'm really into these sappy pieces recently. Pls feel free to send requests for something else if inspired. Also, I might be doing a pt.3 to Teach Me at some point, I just have to pick where the story is going.

Summary - A showdown with an unsub leaves you in the hospital. Spencer can't help but feel guilty. Could almost losing you push him to confess his love? (spoilers: yes it does)

Warnings - spencer x reader, BAU level violence, some angst on Spencer's part, fluff, and a love confession

You stared down at your hands, battered and bloodied from your futile attempts to fight back. Caught off guard during an interview with a man who was only supposed to be an eye witness,  not the unsub himself, forced you to fight for your life. By the time the neighbors heard the scuffle and called the local police to come to your rescue, you figured you looked like you’d been through seven rounds of an MMA fight. Your head ached, your eye was swollen shut, and you nearly cried in agony with every breath as you were certain you’d broken a rib. 

After a tense standoff with the local police, the unsub was in custody, leaving you on the floor with your many wounds. You managed to stand yourself up and walk out the door to the waiting ambulance, only to collapse into the EMT’s arms. You felt yourself being loaded in the back of the vehicle as they started an IV. As consciousness drifted away from you, you couldn’t help but wonder where your team was. 

***

You awoke in the hospital to the steady sound of your heart monitor beeping and muffled conversation from outside your room. Your bloodied clothes had been traded in for a hospital gown at some point, and your midsection was bound tightly with some sort of bandages, you assumed to keep your rib in place. You managed to open your good eye in an attempt to find the source of those muffled voices. Your eyes landed on Emily and JJ speaking in the corner of the room, voices hushed. 

“He can’t blame himself. None of us saw this coming,” Emily said, her voice stern but laced with concern. 

JJ shook her head. “He feels terrible, Emily. I’ve seen him come in and out of here crying three times in the last two hours. He rarely cries.” 

Who could they be talking about?

Emily looked at the floor in silence, trying to formulate a reply. JJ cleared her voice to speak again. “They’re partners, Emily,” JJ said, “Of course he’s going to blame himself.” 

Spencer. 

Deciding you’d had enough of eavesdropping, you did your best to sit up, only to let out a whimper when a sharp pain pierced your side. JJ and Emily turned to face you, surprised looks on both their faces. 

“Hey, just lay back,” JJ encouraged. She rushed to the bedside, placing a soothing hand on your arm.

“How long have I been asleep?” you asked. 

Emily shook her head, “Only twelve hours, which isn’t very much considering what you’ve been through. I’ll tell the doctors you need another IV and some pain medication.”

As she turned for the door, you shook your head, “Emily, wait.”

Emily turned to face you, coming to stand at the foot of your bed. “What is it?”

“Where’s Spencer?” you asked. Emily looked to JJ, the two of them sharing a knowing glance. You and Spencer had always been close, as partners and friends. 

“He’s been going back and forth between pacing the parking lot and the lobby for hours. I can’t imagine how many steps he’s taken,” Emily joked. “I’ll go get him for you.” With that, she turned and left the room, leaving you and JJ to catch up on what you’d missed in the last few hours. 

JJ explained what happened after you’d passed out: how the unsub was in custody, finding another victim in his basement, and the team realizing that they’d sent you out to interview the lunatic on your own. “We just thought he was going to give you some information about the case. We had no reason to think that he was the one who-”

You shook your head, holding up a hand to stop her. “I didn’t think so either. It’s why I agreed to go alone. Nobody’s at fault.” 

JJ nodded, a solemn look on her face. “I’m just so glad you’re okay. We were all so worried once we connected the dots. I was telling Emily - I haven’t seen Spencer so stressed in years.” 

As if on cue, both you and JJ turned to the sound of rushed footsteps coming down the hallway. Spencer’s tall frame was running (no, sprinting) down the hospital corridor. You felt a small smile tug at the corner of your lips as he burst into the room, hair danging in front of his eyes and clearly out of breath. 

He approached your bedside, leaning down so he could be face-to-face with you. You could only see him with one good eye, but you did your best to smile to show him that you were doing alright. You brought a hand to his face, pushing the fallen strands of hair out of his eyes so you could see him more clearly. “Hello to you too,” you joked. 

“Y/N-” Spencer started, the tears quickly gathering in his eyes, “I’m so sorry. I should’ve gone with you. I should have known that-” 

“That the guy who called into the tipline was actually the unsub? Spencer, be logical. None of us knew. I was just telling JJ, nobody is at fault.”

A single tear fell down his cheek as he examined your injuries. With each scratch and bruise he found, he felt another crack forming in his heart. He hadn’t protected you. Wasn’t that what he was supposed to do? He was your partner. Your best friend. He loved you, that he knew. He’d forced that love to be as platonic as he could make it, trying to avoid ruining your perfect friendship. It was moments like this that made that more difficult than ever, as he tried to reckon with his love and his guilt. 

Your bruised hand was still cradling his face. He could feel the bandages against his stubble, and he cursed himself again. It was only then that the other presence in the room became known to him. JJ stood on the other side of the bed, another knowing smile gently painting her lips. Spencer knew what he had to do. JJ knew what Spencer had to do. He looked at her, his eyes subtly asking her to leave the two of you alone. JJ took the hint with a small nod, leaving the room without another word as you and Spencer continued to examine each other. 

“So, JJ’s filled me in on what I missed,” I said, breaking the silence. “Sounds like a pretty exciting half day,” I joked. 

Spencer shook his head, pulling away from your hand. He didn’t go far, though, intertwining his own with yours as he leaned back from the bed. “I was worried sick,” he said. 

“I can tell, Spence,” you said, trying to prop yourself up with your pillow. “You really shouldn’t have been. You know I always come out of these things relatively unscathed.” He raised an eyebrow at your statement, taking in your swollen and bruised features. “Well… maybe not unscathed. Alive, at least,” you quipped. 

An eerie silence fell over the room. You could feel the tension increase as the gears turned in his head.

“But what if you don’t someday?” he whispered, his voice far away. You looked over at him, his eyes fixed on your heart monitor and the gentle green lines rising and falling accompanied by the signature beep-beep-beeping. 

You squeezed his hand in an attempt to bring him back down to Earth. “I’ll always come back, Spencer. It’s what you and I do. We come back alive for each other.” 

The tears that had pooled in his eyes earlier spilled over his cheeks as he let out a small whimper. He leaned down, gently wrapping his arms around you as he wept. “Hey, it’s okay Spencer,” you tried to calm him. 

“No, it’s not. It-it’s not because,” he trailed off. You could still feel his shoulders shaking as he cried. 

“Why, Spencer?” you asked once more. “Please, you can tell me anything.” 

Suddenly his sobs slowed. He pulled back from your embrace, taking in your features. Bruised and battered as you were, you were the most beautiful person he’d ever seen. He felt like his heart was going to explode. Before his brain could catch up with his mouth, the words came tumbling out. “Because I love you,” he said simply. 

Your jaw dropped open at his words. While you should’ve seen this coming, nothing could prepare you for the way your heart jumped. If it wasn’t evident from the expression on your face, the heart monitor picked up its beeping, nearly doubling its pace. The sound wasn’t lost on Spencer, who frantically looked at the screen.

“Oh no,” he mumbled, quickly walking to the monitor. “Did I upset you? I’m so sorry, Y/N. I’ve just felt this way for so long and if I keep pretending like I don’t-”

“Spencer,” you cut him off, his eyes meeting yours for the first time in minutes. “I love you too.” 

The look on his face was priceless, and you wished you could have taken a picture, but you did your best to engrave it on your brain forever. His brown, teary eyes brightened in a moment, a glimmer of hope shining from within. “You do?” he asked. 

You laughed, allowing your head to fall back on the pillow behind you. “Spencer, I volunteer to work with you during nearly every case. We split a room every week. I only wished that you’d said this sooner so we could’ve split the bed, too.”

He stared at you in shock. The tears in his eyes long forgotten as a smile crept on his face.

A soft laugh left his mouth as he leaned down to you once more, placing a soft kiss on your forehead, careful to avoid any injured area. “Well, I promise that next time we can,” he said. “And,” he started once more, “I’m never letting you go anywhere by yourself again.”

You smiled up at him, running your fingers over his own. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

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not to sound crazy but i'd be a victim if it meant i got to be close to him

Matthew Gray Gubler as Spencer Reid

Criminal Minds ─ Season 9

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THE HUNGER GAMES: CATCHING FIRE — 2023, dir. Francis Lawrence

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I'm combining my two favorite hyperfixations with this one. If it goes well, I'm def doing more.