#like NO reid it isnt fucking done

[beansnpeets]

It is.....very difficult to build a website for a business that has no fucking photos???? Of anything!

My boss told me to just right-click and save photos off the websites of the brands we deal. Most of those photos aren't high res enough to look nice on our site 🤦

[thegayspencerreidstan]

Headcanons about Spencer’s kinks? Maybe things he absolutely loves and will do it as often as possible, things he’ll do but it’s not his first choice, things he doesn’t like that much but will do for the reader, and things he will absolutely not do, like straight up just a hard no from him about it.

Absolutely.

Spencer Reid X Male reader headcanons

(ik it's not Spencer,,,but shush)

* bro definitely has a hair pulling kink,,if you pulled his hair he would moan so loud oml

* choking. He doesn't like super harsh choking but like, if you placed your hand on his throat and gently squeezed,,,he's done for.

* this one isnt necessarily a kink,,but if you pulled him towards you by his belt loops he would crumble

* thigh riding both ways

* MIRROR SEX bro loves it when you fuck him in front of a mirror, something about how you both look has him going crazy

* he's a bit iffy about knife or blood play, if your into that you'd have to ease him into it

* he won't do anything to you that can cause mental and physical issues, no matter what

That's all I have!! Sorry it's so short :(

[g0ldengubler]

lunchtime ~ spencer reid

A/N: THIS IS VERY UNEDITED VERY HORRIBLE WRITING! i just wanted to get this out. this is a kink i have but never really talked about it. but i hope u still enjoy! it’s very weird so if you don’t want to read it you don’t have to :)

Category: smut (NSFW18+)

CW: rough sex, riding, doggystyle, special guests listening in

Summary: spencer reid works a lot. he’s an fbi agent, he can’t help but be a workaholic! but when you guys finally get time to yourselves, what happens when it’s risky interrupted?

Word Count: 2078

✨masterlist✨

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having a boyfriend who works in the FBI isn’t all rainbows and sunshine. Because of his job, Dr.Spencer Reid was always either gone on a case or working on cases at home. he could be doing it in the office, but spencer was a sweet guy and made a middle ground to see his girlfriend more. he was just as passionate about her as he was with his job, calling her every night when he was away, making sure to treat her when he got back or when he was done for the day. he made sure she knew she was important to him, which wasn’t something she ever felt from a guy who was a workaholic.

today was just like every other day. spencer got to do case files at home as there was no case as of then. Y/n tried her best to take care of him while working, as a return of the favor. She made him his favorite waffles that morning and even made him a fresh cup of coffee just the way he likes it-a cup of sugar with coffee to mix. He kissed her on the forehead, convinced that he didn’t deserve her. once he was done he went straight to work. In a way, y/n pretty much worked with him as his personal Penelope Garcia, as he was an old man when it came to computers.

it was lunchtime at this point. y/n walked into his office and stood in the door frame, watching his fingers move down the page in his book as he read. his fingers made her melt, and he knew that. clouds began to form in her head as thoughts of what he could do with this fingers took hold of her. she didn’t even notice he was wanting her attention as he snapped her out of her daydreams with a snap of his fingers.

“Bubs, are you ok?” spencer asked. he was still at his desk, his finger placed at the spot he was at. you looked back at him from his finger, noticing what he was wearing and it wasn’t helping your case at all. while he was wearing his favorite maroon cardigan that he thrifted (still lux though as it was ralph lauren), he also wore a pair of grey sweatpants. clever of him for the moments he had to video chat with people.

you were quickly out of your thoughts yet again as you felt your body move without you knowing before. you walked towards him as he turned his chair to your side. you noticed he was half hard in his pants, as the imprint of himself showed through. you sat on his lap and ran your fingers through your hair, peppering kisses below his ear. he chuckled, thinking you were being cute, but you were just getting started.

“it’s lunchtime bubs.” you whispered as you softly grind against him.

spencer put his hands on your his after guiding your body to straddle him. he guides them as his lips touch yours. “good,” he said in between kisses, gently rubbing circles over your shorts in the place you wanted him most, “i’m starving.”

not only was spencer the sweetest, softest man you’ve ever met, but he was also the sexiest and dirtiest. he was rough like a wild bear but soft as a teddy bear-taking such good care of you after he ruined you to filth. no one would ever believe the things you two have done together in the past year. no one would especially believe what happened today.

as spencer’s about to slide his hand down your shorts, his phone rang. he groan softly under his breath as his right hand left your side to grab his phone. you were a little annoyed at first, but once he put the phone to his ear, an idea popped into your head.

“hey hotch...” he said. you slowly leaned down and went back to the spot below his ear, sucking and nibbling it softly.

this wasn’t something new to the both of you. it was a fun little game you’d play if either of phones rang while you were in the middle of it, seeing how long they could last at acting normal. by now, spencer had got the hang of it and made it easy for him when it was any of his coworkers. today, however, he was almost struggling.

you heard other voices on the phone as well. you could tell by how low they all sounded that it was 3 of the men on his team.

“yeah, i was um...about to have lunch.”

you decided to try and break him a little, sucking a little bit harder.

“can i call y-“ a soft moan left his lips, cutting him off his sentence. his eyes bulged out of his head as his mouth fell open. you quickly coughed in a lower tone to help him out, trying not to laugh.

“yeah, luke i’m fine,” he said, “just stubbed my toe....shut up morgan!”

you giggled softly to yourself, but not softly enough. you heard laughing from his phone and realized you were busted.

“hi boys!” you said, jokingly sounding seductive.

spencer gave you a look that said ‘are you kidding me?’ which made you giggle even more. you hear morgan on the other end say, “aww, did we interrupt your lunch?”

“yeah, you did! we were just about to get started.”

spencer placed the phone back to his ear, taking a deep breath before speaking. “look seriously can we-“

he paused, listening to whoever was talking. slowly, spencer removed the phone from his ear and covered it with his shoulder. he looked unsure of himself, as if he was trying to gather the courage to speak.

“bubs,” he said weakly, “do you um...uh..d-do you want to...have the phone on speaker?”

you thought for a moment. you were always secretly into things like this, but never told spencer because you thought he would find it weird. but seeing him look kind of into it didn’t help the puddle forming in your shorts.

“you don’t have to if you don’t want to. whatever your comfortable with!”

you thought for one more moment before taking his phone out of his hands and putting it on speaker for him, setting it down on his desk. he looks at you confused.

“let’s put on a show for your coworkers, daddy.”

“ooooo coming in with the big guns already!” said Luke.

“y/n does not play.” said Hotch.

Spencer was frozen in his tracks. he couldn’t believe the words coming out of their mouths, let alone what was going on.

“well come on then daddy, give us a show! my popcorn is getting cold.” teased morgan.

spencer rolled his eyes at morgan before his lips attacked yours. you continued your grinding on him, this time he was grinding back. you moaned through the kiss as his hands went back in your shorts, rubbing circles on your clit.

“oh wow, spencer got a girl to moan like that!” said Morgan.

“is he making you feel good, hun?” asked hotch.

“fuck yesssss!” you let out a long moan as spencer moved faster with his motions. he let out a groan and cursed under his breath. you felt his pressed under your thigh and that made you try to hold in how turned on you really were. you held on for dear life on the armrests of his chair as he leaned back a little bit.

“are you getting close, baby girl?” asked morgan.

“yes yes yes fuuuck daddy please let me cum.”

“you wanna cum for me, angel?” asked spencer.

“yes omg please i’m so fucking close!”

“cum for him, princess.” said Luke.

before you could fall down the hill like on a roller coaster, you felt incomplete as he took his fingers out. you let out a little whine, letting the guys know he didn’t let you cum.

“ooooo doctor genius over there didn’t let her cum, how sad.” teased Luke.

“what are you going to do now?” asked Hotch.

“because she’s about to get fucked and really show you how much of slut she truly is. well, MY slut at least.”

spencer took his painfully hard cock out as you moved your shorts to the side. you felt the head enter you and shortly his whole length was slammed deep inside you before you even make a sound. you let out a quiet gasp before a loud moan escaped from your throat.

he let you adjust, but only for a short moment as he quickly began pounding you, holding you from your ass. you were a moaning mess at this point, letting out more dramatic, pornographic ones for the guys.

“fuck he’s really an animal isnt he?” teased Hotch.

“you like being pounded like a dirty slut?” asked Luke.

you moaned out a yes, but it wasn’t enough for them.

“use your words, baby girl.” said Morgan.

“i love being pounded like a dirty slut!”

“tell them who’s slut you are.” spencer growled.

you held onto him from behind his head and pushed his face in between your tits. “i’m you’re slut, spencer,” you moaned, “i’m daddy’s little slut!”

“you’re such a good girl, y/n.” said Hotch.

“fuck daddy can i cum? please let me cum ive been a good girl!”

“what do you think?” spencer asked.

“cum, baby girl.” said morgan

“cum for him, princess.” said Luke.

“cum hard all over his cock, baby.” said Hotch.

you finally came all over his cock, screaming as the pleasure surged through your body. spencer helped you ride out your orgasm and let you catch your breath.

“holy shit” said Luke.

“oh we’re not done yet,” said spencer, “she deserves a reward for doing so well.”

he takes you off his cock and makes you stand up, flipping you around so you were in front of him, your ass sticking out. he quickly put his cock back inside of you and luke and morgan cheered on. he pounds you harder this time, making sure you lose your voice by the time you’re done.

“youre such a dirty slut,” spencer growled, taking a handful of your hair and pulling it, “letting me fuck you over the phone with not just my friends, my coworkers. you like putting on a show for people? you want people to know how much of a fucking slut you are for me?”

your eyes rolled to the back of your head at his words. the pure filth in them almost pushing you off the edge as you squeezed around his cock. even the guys grew silent.

“fuck keep doing that angel, keep squeezing daddy’s cock like tha-shit im close. you want my cum inside you?”

“oh my god yes please, i want to be full of your cum daddy!”

hearing you say those words through him over the edge as you feel him filling you up, hearing him moan your name and cursing under his breath. he stayed inside you for a bit before he caught his breath and left to go get something to clean you up with. when he comes back he looks at you sitting in front of him, watching his cum drip out of you and onto his work chair. he wasn’t even mad about it.

“you did so good, bubs.” he says, walking over and kneeling in front you before cleaning you up.

“you were amazing, baby!” you say. he comes back up and kisses you, and it was hard to break away. but somehow you did after what felt like hours and laughed at yourselves for what you just did. you then remembered they were still on the phone. spencer grabs his phone and faces it towards them.

“well? how was the show?” you asked.

“holy-“

“fuck.” luke cut morgan off.

you had left them speechless before hotch finally spoke up.

“....we will not speak of this at work.”

[insufferablelust]

butterfly blurbs? maybe that's nor what you want but spencer getting jealous bc he finds out butterfly spends some time with one of his closest man but butterfly only wanted him to show her how to shoot so she could impress spencer?

Warnings ; smut, The use of ‘sir’ & ‘daddy’, Jealousy, overstimulation, Squirting, Tiny bit of degradation mainly by name calling, Possessiveness, Its.. um Filthy as many of you already know. Oh there’re fluffs like cute fluffs in the end, mention of sub/little space too. Please read at your own discretion. Set before chapter 2A of Lb!Au

MASTERLIST HERE.

gif credit to @imagining-in-the-margins thank you!

Being the don of the most powerful mafia chain around the country requires Spencer to have guards everywhere he goes, and those men are always there to protect you too. There are 4 of them; Your favorite is Morgan, the friendliest and warmest of them all, but definitely the flirtiest— in more than one occasion, Spencer had to threaten his gurard, or more like his best pal to stop looking at you the wrong way, then there’s Hotch, which is the lead command of his men, the one who controls the way around, his right hand almost, He doesn’t talk a lot you reckoned, though you rarely see him. There’s Alvez, whom you are second closest to, he’s pretty funny at times and definitely warm, and the last one is Simmons though you only met him in several occasions, seeing how he was always the one that Spencer commands to run his ‘business’ outside of town.

The 4 of them are all loyal to the don and the famiglia, has been since many generations of fathers and their fathers. When you came into the picture, you didn’t expect that someone is going to be guarding you every time you go outside or to leave for work or study— but Spencer insisted one of his men will always be assigned to watch over you, seeing that the threats of being closer to him might bring you harm. They’re always close by but not super close where you might feel stalked or ‘guarded’

It was nice to have someone to look after you, and the man he always choose to be close by you is none other than Morgan, your favorite out of all of them, you knew why Spencer insisted that Morgan was the one who will tend to your every need (security wise) even going as far as renting him an apartment suite not far from where yours are, just incase.

You grew close to Morgan, practically seeing him as your older brother, on nights where Spencer might not coming back to your place because of his ‘unexpected’ business, you always asked Morgan to accompany you play board games or watch something on your half functioning TV, or to just simply be there to have a chat with you. He’s nice and he makes you feel like you knew Spencer, told you small things about your boyf— sugar daddy. Now knowing that Morgan knows a lot, practically everything about the don, young Y/N just wanted to impress him— cause he had been so good to her all week, so so good, taking care of her and spoil her to the limits. So she asks Morgan on what could impress the infamous don of the country.

Y/N couldn’t lie that when she heard Morgan proposed the idea of shooting, that excitement would run through her veins like something has been injected— she has seen Spencer shoot his gun once or twice, she knew he could kill someone so so easily without batting an eyelash, he injured a guy whom looked at her the wrong way once for fuck’s sake. So the idea was enough to make her all giddy and say, “Please Morgan! teach me!” which he couldn’t help but to say yes, now he knows the protocols, knows how his best friend is so he didn’t worry about him having any sorts of problems with him teaching her but what he didn’t expect was, Spencer Reid might have a deeper feeling towards the tiny butterfly.

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Hey daddy,

i’m going to spend some time with Morgan today, i hope you don’t mind if i don’t send an update so frequently but i’ll try okay? be safe, Mwah!

Spencer tried to calm down from his sudden bubbling anger that rose inside his chest, the voicemail had been left on his brick phone two hours prior and she still hasn’t responded yet. Being away from her is torture from him, he wanted so so badly to bring her here whilst he has business to deal with in Chicago— but he knew it’d be dangerous.

Though, hearing her heavenly voice sets his chest aflame with combined mixture of Jealousy and Longing, longing for her— missing her to the core and wanting so so bad to show her that she’s his and his only. Spencer knows he’s being irrational but he couldn’t help to think that his little Butterfly is spending too much— an awful amount of time with her bodyguard, his most trusted man amongst others.

With a lit of his cigarette and ruffle of his hair, Spencer made a quick call to Hotch to prepare for leaving, cause he’s going back home— for her.

-

She didn’t expect this when she came home from her practice that night, she didn’t expect him to be here so so early. a day early from his supposed come back schedule. Here he was, sitting on a chair in the dark corner of your bedroom with his thighs spread, and his fingers interlaced with each other, and a glass of wine sitting atop of the bed side table.

“D-Daddy.. i thought you won’t be home until—“ you started yet immediately cut off by the sound of his voice shushing you, “Shh, Come here. Sit on my lap.” He demonstrated by patting his thighs so you know not to fuck with him, not to act up. You muttered a small “yes daddy” before setting down your purse and padded towards where he is, about to straddle his lap before he let out a disappointment-like sigh then turns you around so you’re sitting down on his lap with your back against his front and his hand wrapped snuggly around your throat.

Oh whatever you’ve done must be terrible, and you would be lying to say that it doesn’t excites you one bit cause it certainly does.

“You look pretty tonight, butterfly.” He whispered softly against your ear as his other hand slithered their way around her waist to wrap them tightly so she’d have nowhere to go, “T-Thank you daddy.” She muttered, feeling so small all of a sudden, not knowing what she has done wrong and what should she say to make it better.

“Daddy i—“

“Y’know your daddy is a busy man, don’t you, bunny?” His voice tsk’d you, making you squirm on his lap, as his palm slithered down down down between your legs and rub toward your inner thighs. “Yes daddy..” You muttered, only gasping momentarily as his fingers slip inside your legging and let it rest on top of where your panties beginning to dampen.

“And yet here you are, making daddy cancel his plans just to come back and remind you.” His voice gets a little rougher now as he slaps your cunt softly, a warning perhaps so you’d stay still and listen to him. You let out a confused yet pleasure filled mewls as he slap your by-now swollen and sensitive covered pearl several times, “Daddy! please i-i don’t know what you mean.. oh!”

“D’you know who’s this cunt belongs to?” He whispered roughly before biting on the shell of her ear where she arched her back when he pressed his palm— grazing against her clit side to side, “Y-You! it belongs to you! mmh!” Your moans are cut out by the tightening grip of his hand on your throat as he snap the waistband of your panties before tearing the whole thing with your leggings down your legs.

“And who’s this body belongs to hm? who do you fuckin belongs to, butterfly?” His thumb made a quick work over your sensitive button as he rub it all fast and rough, causing you to squirm and let out spews of moans and screams at the feeling of pleasure. Somewhere alongside the pleasure, your brain was able to make a sense of why he’s here, and you can’t help but to feel all the butterflies that swarmed on your belly.

The don is jealous over his best friend.

“Daddy i— oh! i— Morgan was only helping me!” She tried to blurted out, as his thumb quicken its pace on her clit, up and down, side to side whilst his other hands played with her swollen shirt covered nipples, all sensitive and reactive to his sinful touches. Spencer lets out a growl, “Helpin you with what hm? is it that important that he has to take you way from me?”

Butterflies, your heart warmed.

“He— oh god.. i w-wanted to oh! learn how to shoot so i ask him.. mmh fuck daddy! ask him to help me so you’d be proud of me!” Tears streamed down your face by now, not because of his words but because of how close she is, god the way his fingers slip inside her slit so easily now that she’s wet— drenched, combined with his palm on her clit and her overstimulated nipples causing her to the edge.

“Is that so, princess?” He hummed as he lean back so he could tilt your head back to see your eyes, gleamed under the moonlight and glazed over with needs— “Yes daddy.. i s-swear—oh god i’m going to cum.” Your fingers were gripped tightly onto his wrist as his fingers works even faster and faster— making squelching noises throughout the room.

“Little minx, trying to make me all proud hm? My butterfly is so fucking adorable isnt she?” Spencer was close to coming inside his pants himself, seeing her like this brought him to the fucking heaven but hearing how she wanted to train because she wants him to be proud of her brought him to the fucking edge of orgasm— that he didn’t even care if hes going to cream his pants like a damn teenager.

“Yes yes yes daddy! just for you! please let me cum!”

with a hard and quick thrust of his fingers inside you, he mumbled deeply and breathlessly, “Cum now, pup. Show everyone that you’re fucking mine, cum for daddy— thats fucking it.” He growled and growled, as you let an earth shattering scream which you had no doubt that your neighbors would be able to hear it, before squirting all over his hand, his suit, everything.

“Thank you oh! daddy thank you!” You sobbed and trembled as you both coming down from your highs, Spencer presses small kisses all along the side of your face. “Good girl, ‘m so proud of you, my little butterfly. Gonna show me tomorrow what y’learned okay?” He mumbled gently as you weakly turned around to give him a kiss.

“Yes daddy, welcome home.”

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[maschotch]

Take your tags and make the post, Masc. Write about messy Hotch and Morgan.

ALSJKDHGKJH i have.. no idea which tags ur talking about aksjhdlsjdh i really do need to shut up sometimes but i’m just gonna assume u were talking ab the tentative hc that morgan’s the reason strauss is coming down so hard on hotch

now im not a super big fan of this whole arc akjshdlk sooo i like to come up with stuff that might have it make more sense. bc hotch hasn’t really done anything that the bureau would really take issue with? they’re getting tired of dealing with this whole foyet business, but it’s not like he’s made any glaring mistakes. as a unit chief, other than his first day back, he’s been acting like normal. 

but do you know who doesn’t think so? morgan. he’s hyperattentive because he’s worried, and it’s all coming from a good place. but he’s doubting hotch and questioning things that he normally wouldn’t. he’s finding every little way to think something’s off, but his own judgment is clouded. he’s fair to be concerned and it’s fair that maybe hotch isn’t having the best time of his life rn. but hotch is still keeping it together. morgan just cant see it that way 

he tries telling rossi, but gets shrugged off. emily’s already on hotch’s side, reid doesn’t want to get involved, jj’s sympathetic ab jack’s absence, and penelope is unlikely to confront hotch even if she agrees with morgan. no ones listening and no ones willing to help. morgan can be honest in his reports at least, making sure to note every single instance hotch falters and emphasizing how the loss of his family is affecting him. he’s hoping maybe someone higher up can talk some sense into hotch and do… something? i don’t even think morgan knows what he wants them to do, but he just wants someone to do anything. he wants someone to care

i dont think morgan realizes how the higher ups are gonna take it. sure they’re concerned about hotch, but they’re more concerned about whether or not he can do his job. and, according to morgan, apparently he can’t. they were already wary, but now that it’s been confirmed by a negative review from a subordinate, they can officially take action to put him on the bench for a while. morgan was hoping for mandated therapy or something, but he wasn’t expecting this

this isnt a ride or die headcanon or anything, but since the writers seem to enjoy fucking up the show, i’ll fuck it even better (??) it makes sense to me that morgan would be obsessively worried and on the lookout for any sign of a problem, and i feel like he might go behind hotch’s back to try and get someone to help. it backfires in a way morgan didn’t expect (and its weird that the direct result of his actions is becoming unit chief, but honestly thats the same vibe of the situation anyway), and morgan’s gotta live with the guilt of betraying the man he only wanted to protect

[ssa-sugar-tits]

queen of hearts // chapter four

summary: y/n y/l/n was crushed when she found out about maeve donovan. heartbroken, she left her entire life behind. what happens when she becomes the most prolific serial killer the bau has ever seen?

prologue + series masterlist & taglist

content warnings: swearing, angst, implied/mentioned sex, restraints, blood, head injury, kidnap/hostage, alcohol, gunshot, murder

a/n: reader is a psychotic murderer. this is purely a work of fiction and if you or someone you know are experiencing homicidal urges, seek professional help immediately.

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The room was filled with tension and an overwhelming sense of despair but no one said a word. No more hellish arguing, no irritatingly random facts, not even discussion to solve the case. Everyone worked on their angle of the case and despite the fact that no one would dare admit it, they all somewhat hoped that Y/N wouldn't be caught. Some hoped more than others but deep down they all felt a twinge of it. JJ walked into the room and spoke, startling the team and ripping them away from their thoughts and guilt.

"I've given a picture of her to the media, it's being circulated."

It pained her-- almost physically-- to have to hand over a picture of someone who'd been like family for so many goddamn years. She felt that she was betraying Y/N and that made her feel indescribably horrible.

"Now what? We just wait?" Morgan seemed to be the only one that really did want to stop her. Maybe he was angry that he hadn't seen the signs. Maybe he was angry that his best friend had just... left. Maybe he was angry that she lost herself so much. Maybe he blamed himself.

"What else is there to do Derek? Call me bad at my job- Hell, call all of us bad at our jobs but we can't profile her. Admit it, we're all biased. Too biased to think straight but there's no way we can give this case to another unit." Emily had always been so close to Y/N and was able to open up to her. Something she couldn't bring herself to do with most people. But you weren't most people, were you? Even with what Y/N could be doing, Emily doesn't have it in her to hate her. The sadness she was feeling must have shown because JJ squeezed Emily's hand and gave her a weak smile. And for the millionth fucking time, everyone stayed silent. Not even Spencer was saying anything and he is not the type to stay quiet this long. Believe it or not, that was actually one of the things Y/N had loved about him. Everyone rolled their eyes or cut him off but she loved to listen to him ramble. To everyone's surprise, she was always genuinely interested in what he had to say and that was one of the first things that made him fall in love with her. She never invalidated him or called him strange. Sometimes when she had a nightmare or experienced anxiety she'd even ask him talk to her about a random topic so she could focus on his voice until she calmed down. 

"Your voice is like... honey. In my ears." Spencer wanted to scream with emotional torture building up as he remembered how she'd laughed when she said that and how he'd had smiled at her with nothing but adoration and love.

"That seems unsanitary Y/N."

"You're such a smartass."

"Am I?"

"Definitely. But it's ok. I love that about you. I love you."

"I love you too."

She'd planted a sweet kiss on his lips before laying her head on his lap and listening to the rest of his topic rant. Still basking in the memory of Y/N, a sharp pain entered his hand and he realized he'd dug his crescent nails into the palm of his hand. And in that moment, he couldn't help but think about how much he'd love to be holding her hand right now.

"Guys!"

They all turned to Garcia, the source of the exclaim, who was walking in with Hotch.

"A bartender downtown says he just saw a woman matching Y/N's description leave with another man."

"She's chosen another victim? Here?" Rossi asked with confusion written on his face. "Up until now she's only killed 2 people per state and knowing the BAU has been called in, why is she staying here?"

JJ stepped in,

"This place is special to her, she has history here. Y/N must have an endgame but what is it?"

"The profile says she'll take as many people as she can with her. Probably suicide by cop."

Derek had accepted the situation. So why did that hurt to say?

"Rossi will go to the bar and talk to witnesses. Reid and Prentiss, stay here with Garcia. JJ and Morgan, PD is surveilling the radius around the bar and setting up roadblocks, come with me to help them."

"There's no way I'm staying here." Spencer objected.

Stay here and do nothing? Like hell.

"Neither am I, what the hell Hotch?"

"Reid, Prentiss that's an order. You're not going."

They both started to argue again but Hotch had already left. JJ and Derek followed and Rossi stood up with to leave for the bar. Apologetic looks were shot at Spencer and Emily because they all know why they have to stay behind. They're the two closest to her, the two that wouldn't be able to keep their emotions from affecting them on the field. And with that, off they all went.

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Y/N's POV

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The second you get to his hotel room, your lips crash against the handsome stranger. Your next victim. He pushes you against the wall and you moan loudly. His hands roam your body and you pull back.

"Hey... Go lie on the bed and wait for me."

Panting and staring at you with lust, he complies. Of course he does.

For God's sake. This man doesn't even know your name.

To be fair, Spence didn't even know Maeve's last name. And he still chose her.

You walk over to the eager man on the bed. Your hot breath on his neck, you lean close and whisper to him.

"We're going to do things my way."

He moans and you fight the urge to roll your eyes at him in disgust.

"Yes ma'am."

Taking out a rope, you tie him up and you know he thinks you're just a kinky slut. That's what they all see, isnt it? Suddenly something roars inside of you. Forgetting your usual routine, you pick up the lamp on the bedside table and smash it against him. Crimson stains the bed and you drop it, shocked by yourself. Yes, you've done worse. But it isn't the act that's sending regret and nausea through your body, it's that you're devolving. You're losing control.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Starting to panic, you take the unconscious man and check for a pulse. He's still alive.

Giving him a shower (much to your disdain) and change of clothes, you put his arm over your shoulder and walk out of the room giggling as you pass one of the housekeepers.

"Baby, you're such a lightweight! Let's get you out of here."

The housekeeper barely gives you a second glace but when she enters the room of the man you've taken, she starts to scream and you know you're running out of time.

Run. Drag him. Just hurry the hell up.

Finally at his car, you take him to the small studio you own downtown. No one can find you here. It's been yours for nearly a decade and you aren't stupid enough to have told anyone about it or put it under your name. Granted, you'd never thought you'd have to use it to hide out from the feds, it's still useful. After taking a look at the brightly colored wall in your basement, you feel a sense of sudden pain race through your veins. You used to be normal. You used to have a life.

-

The man is chained up, gagged, and bleeding but you can't even remember doing anything to him. What you need is numbness. They thought the other bodies were bad? Wait til they fucking see what you do with him. Pain shoots through your skull again and you wince and fall to the ground.

"Fuck. I- I need a drink." you stammer to no one in particular but yourself.

A wig and sunglasses make you look different enough from the woman being circulated to take the bus to a nearby gas station. Walking down the liquor aisle of the store, you hum a song to yourself and let the AC blow on your skin. Vision blurred, you bite your lip and taste the unmistakable strong metallic taste of your own blood. Still humming that fucking song. The song you'd danced to with Spencer in your living room before you'd made love for the first time.

"You cannot be serious!"

"Y/N! I can't dance."

"Oh come on. How bad can you be?  Seriously, the songs going to end and it'll be too late."

"Yes, that's what I'm hoping for."

"Psh. Don't tell me Doctor Reid is scared to sway around a little."

"Shut up."

"Make me." you laughed.

With one playful look, you dared him to shut you up in the most passionate, sensual way he could. But instead he put his warm hands on your hips and swayed to the song. You melted into his touch and your breaths synced as you laid your head on his chest. His heart beat was steady and calming. One hand reached for yours and intertwined before twirling you and pulling you back in to dance. He'd held you until it was over and brought your chin up to his face. The kiss was so intense, so loving. He tilted his head and pulled you tighter to get as close as he could to you. His tongue met yours and your mouths bathed in each other's taste. Running a hand through your hair, you'd started to unbutton his shirt. He'd been taken aback at first but then picked you up and placed you in the bedroom ever so softly. Placing gentle kisses all over each other's bodies and undressing for the other, you made raw, breathtaking love for the first of many times.

"Hey lady! Get out of the way!"

"W-What?..." You tremble and realize you're crying on the floor of the aisle.

"I said get out of the damn way, some of us got places to be."

The man is clearly batshit drunk. Probably here to buy his next fix. Shaking and letting yourself actually feel your emotions, you stand and use the wall to balance yourself.  The man that yelled at you curses to himself as his phone rings and he picks it up.

"Hell do you want? Thought you were still mad about Andrea."

Andrea? Mad about Andrea. Another cheater. Another liar. Right? It has to be.

Before you can process what you're doing-- how irrational it is-- the gunshot rings through the store and everyone turns to see the man before you on the ground, screaming and spitting blood. A mix of a laugh and a sob escapes you and you scream.

"Everyone on the fucking ground! If I see any cellphones, I'll shoot you just like this dickhead. Got it?"

Frightened people drop to the ground and you start to yell, incoherent bullshit again. You smash the freezer glass behind you and open an expensive bottle of bourbon.

You practically whimper having to take deep gasps in between words, but in a somehow still confident, fearless tone.

"Now let's have some fucking fun."

-

But what you didn't know was that the cashier in the front had sent a text 5 minutes earlier.

Call 911! The girl from the news, the Queen of Hearts. She's in the store.

What you didn't know was that the woman that recieved the text had called immediately.

911, what's your emergency?

What you didn't know was that the BAU was on their way.

-

[subspencer]

ri's note: this concept was submitted by @moderatelydelusional. my only warning is rossi is in this 😭 (non-sexual)

spencer was a sugarbaby in college, it was sort of a secret double life he led. it got him thru college, paid for his books, paid for his rent and utilities, and paid for the only nice clothes he had to look sharp in. his sugardaddy would give him in allowance each week and in return all he had to do was ‘keep being a good boy.’ theyd go to dinners and he’d tell people spencer was their son if anyone asked, or maybe even his nephew.

then one week the allowance of a few hundred shot up to a few thousand. they’re at dinner and his sugardaddy asks if he saw the surprise he left for spencer. he did and asks why so much? not that hes not grateful but he was getting by just nicely with the humble amount. and his sugardaddy is doting on him and says “you deserve it, i want to make sure youre completely taken care of. anything you want is yours. I like seeing you well off.”

and they go back to the daddys apartment after and spencer knows the occasional make out sessions, the touching, the massages (which were all consensual and mutually enjoyed ofc - no creepy shit here no sir and daddy would always stop if spence wasnt into it that night or whatever) were always going to eventually lead to this: when his daddy is kissing his neck and lies him back on the couch. Then tells him to “be a good boy and turn around for daddy” and the whole time hes caressing spencers body. and spencer does what hes told and they have sex for the first time.

he kinda feels like a whore but the money helps pay for his mothers medical care, keeps their house in LV, and even allows him to put a generous amount away in savings for future needs.

and it only lasts until gideon recruits him for the fbi and maybe gideon saw the way this older man casually touched spencer one day and he knew then what was going on. so part of his pitch to spencer was “youll be in dc, working with me, and you wont need to rely on someone else to take care of you” and spencer was originally like k weird choice of words fbi man but i hear ya

and daddy is so proud of his baby

ADDITIONALLY

when rossi joins the team he immediately notices how old and worn spencers clothes are. and this mfer is rich so he goes ahead and buys a bunch of expensive, nice looking, well tailored clothes for him. and one day he tells spencer to come to his mansion on the weekend - he has something for him.

and then rossi suggest reid try on some of the pieces and reid is like k and starts undressing there snd then and rossi like no i mean in the bathroom or something what are you doing!? And reid is like “uh.. isnt this all leading up to you wanting to fuck me anyway?” And rossis like “no im doing this because i have the means to and no children to spoil…” and then he pauses and hes like “has anyone ever done something nice for you without wanting something specific in return?” And reid has to deadass think about it and he goes “…my mum???” and rossi is like good lord omg this poor kid wow and so hes like “im really sorry thats been your experience, kid. you never have to worry about that from me.”

and rossi does kinda become his new sugardaddy but more in a adopted kind of way. like rossi adopts reid as his would-be son and makes sure he has money - even if that just means making sure the fbi never withhold his salary, and he gets all the bonuses and raises he’s entitled to. bc hes david fkn rossi and he can pull a few strings when he wants to. and when reid was in jail, rossi paid his rent and made sure he had a home to come back to without an empty bank account.

(this took on a life of its own im sorry lol)

[ratisnotcrying]

you’re useless

Summary: “Well, maybe if you weren’t so goddamn useless then we wouldn’t be stuck here.”

Juno hadn’t meant to say it. He didn’t even really believe it. Maybe he would have, when he was still a PI, before he had first met Peter, but he had changed so much since then. He still had bad days, but he handled them better now. He knew when he was in the wrong.

Prompt: "You're useless." from palettes-and-prompts

Pairings: background Peter Nureyev/Juno Steel, background Buddy Aurinko/Vespa Ilkay

Warnings: implied child abuse, descriptions of violence, hidden injury, hurt/comfort

Word count: 2.6K

A/N: this is crossposted on ao3 - ik that repeticism isnt a word but im making it one for this fic 

~~~

“Well, maybe if you weren’t so goddamn useless then we wouldn’t be stuck here.”

Juno hadn’t meant to say it. He didn’t even really believe it. Maybe he would have, when he was still a PI, before he had first met Peter, but he had changed so much since then. He still had bad days, but he handled them better now. He knew when he was in the wrong.

~~~

Rowan isn’t quite sure how they found themself on board the Carte Blanche and on the outskirts of the Aurinko crime family.

They had the typical, cliché backstory of a lone-wolf operating within the underbelly of society - a surface-perfect home life destroyed by something seemingly mundane blah blah blah, trust issues, a long line of enemies, enough friends to count on one hand, and nothing much else to show for over two decades of living.

One good thing about working alone is the need to get creative, and this is what had put them on Buddy’s radar in the first place. A few years ago, Rowan had been hired to acquire a tank of rare fish - this is about where they stopped asking questions, they didn't care as long as they got paid - and, after some very elaborate lies, an even more elaborate disguise and a rigged game of cards, they had managed to win a tank of the ugliest fish they had ever seen.

The part that caught Buddy’s attention, though, was the escape. Rowan had been found out before they had a chance to get out of the building, and had only managed to escape because they had memorised the security’s routes. It took a bit of guesswork, but they had been able to work out where the security would be coming from, found an unguarded window, clambered down a drain pipe, fish tank sloshing precariously in their bag, and landed near perfectly in a pile of rubbish bags outside the window - if you discount the broken bottle that had gouged their leg.

Buddy had picked Rowan up a few weeks after Juno and Rita, but it wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows, no matter how much anyone may have wanted it to be.

The problem wasn’t that Rowan couldn’t do their job - if that were the case they wouldn’t be here. No, the problem was that being thrown into close quarters with a bunch of strangers was… a lot. Especially for someone who had been alone for so long.

Rowan liked Jet well enough, he was straightforward and honest but intense; Buddy’s ‘take no shit but do no harm’ attitude aligned perfectly with her unwavering morals, and this was a welcome relief from the lies and deceit Rowan had lived with for so long. Rita and Peter were surprisingly welcoming, and Rowan formed a reluctant almost-friendship with Vespa. Juno, though. He and Rowan were too alike: fiercely independent, stubborn as a mule, and they both fell back into old habits as easily as anything.

Maybe this clash of bad habits, the deceptive comfort in being who you were, even for a moment, is how this job went so spectacularly wrong.

~~~

It was supposed to be a simple in-and-out job. Rita had taken out the security cameras, Jet was waiting in the car, and Juno was sneaking down the darkened hallways with Rowan.

“I still don’t understand why we need this goddamn painting. It looks like a baby threw up crayons and then just threw up on a canvas.”

“I’ve just eaten, Juno, shush if you don’t want me to throw up too.”

“Rowan, darling, please do not do that - this painting is priceless and highly sought after, which is why, Juno, we need to swap this for the information August Reid is refusing to give us. I did mention this in our family meeting before you left.”

Vespa’s aggravated voice piped up in the background of Buddy’s comms, “He was too busy swooning all over Ransom to pay attention.”

~~~

They had gotten the painting easily, so it was just a matter of getting out again. Rowan had been tasked with studying the guards’ shift patterns and routes, and had had no problem getting them in. Apparently, their luck couldn't hold.

They crept forwards, leading Juno left, right, left again, ducking this way and that to avoid the, quite frankly excessive, number of guards patrolling the halls. And that’s when it happened.

Rowan ducked right around a corner into another corridor, one that was supposed to be empty for another six minutes at least and there, at the other end, was a guard. A guard who was looking right at them.

“Crap.”

“What? Rowan we need to kee- crap.”

Both of their comms beeped, Buddy asking them questions with thinly veiled panic in her voice, but neither of them answered, stood frozen, eyes locked with the guard. Then all hell broke loose.

Everyone took out their guns and bullets started flying, the guard was shouting and footsteps could be heard thundering closer from all directions.

A tidal wave of de ja vu crashed over Rowan, “Fuck, this way,” they shouted, turning to run, voice tinged with something Juno didn’t have time to decipher, but Juno grabbed their sleeve and dragged them in the opposite direction.

“Hell no. You are done giving directions, I am not letting you get me killed here.”

They ran back the way they had come, and Juno skidded to a stop in front of a storage cupboard.

“Get in, quickly. There’s a vent at the top we need to get through. Do you think you can manage that?”

Rowan wasn't sure - there was a searing pain in their side that sent shocks of nausea through them with each breath and black dots into their vision with each movement. But this was their fault - they had failed at the one job they had - the one thing they were supposed to be able to do, they got themself shot and had put Juno in danger. They did not need to hold the job up any longer - they just had to get out of here and they could deal with the shot later.

It was a tight squeeze, both of them were crammed awkwardly into the vents, waiting for Rita to work out where they were so she could guide them out.

“Christ, it’s cramped in here - my side is killing me.” Rowan muttered to themself.

“Well, maybe if you weren’t so goddamn useless then we wouldn’t be stuck here.”

Everything seemed to shift and sharpen, Rowan suddenly violently aware of everything around them whilst simultaneously being blurred by memories they had tried so hard to bury: Juno was trying to listen and see if they had been found, there was shouting from down the hall, the smell of musty metal was almost overwhelming and Rowan jerked as if physically struck by Juno’s words, completely at a loss for what to say. Luckily, Rita, who had been on the comms, was not quite as speechless.

“Mistah Steel! That is a horrible thing to say, how could you-”

“Goddamnit Rita, I don't have time for this - how they hell do we get out of here?”

~~~

Jet was still outside with the car, and took off at break-neck speed as soon as the doors were shut. Juno sat in the front seat, the painting on his lap, talking to Buddy about something, and Rowan was slouched in the back, trying to cover up the fact that their organs were about to fall out. Well, that was an exaggeration. Probably. Just to be safe they grabbed a jacket they had left in the car weeks ago and slipped it on, wrapping it tightly around themself to try and hide the blood and hopefully-not-organs.

Juno had gotten a bit banged up in the vents, so when they arrived back at the Carte Blanche he went straight to the medical bay to meet Buddy with the painting and then to get checked.

“Rowan, it is recommended that you also get checked out. You look very ill,” Jet said as Rowan turned away from the medical bay and towards their room.

“No worries, Jet, I just want to get changed first - these clothes are filthy.”

~~~

“It was a mistake, darling, the best of us make them.”

“Yeah, well, it ws a stupid mistake - all they had to do was make sure they knew where the guards would be and then make sure we weren’t there!”

Vespa growled at Juno, who was gesticulating wildly whilst she was trying to wrap a bandage around his arm.

“Juno, I don’t care if Rowan walked straight up to that guard and told him why you were there - we are a family, and you will not speak to any member of this family like that.”

“That’s another thing - I get why everyone is here except Rowan - you said it was some daring escape that brought them here, but after today’s performance… what exactly do they bring to the table?”

“I’m going to leave that for you to work out, Juno.” Buddy said tersely.

He deflated a little, head tipping back to stare at the ceiling. Goddamnit.

“Are we about done here, Vespa, I’ve got places to be.”

~~~

Rowan would quite like a stiff drink right about now. Partially to actually drink, but mainly because they had run out of steriliser and this wound was definitely going to get infected and it would be this whole thing and they would get ill and-

“Get it together, Rowan.” They hissed, pulling out a sterile needle and taking a deep breath as they began to stitch themself up. This was not the first time, and likely wouldn’t be the last, that Rowan has had to do this - working alone and working recklessly meant most jobs ended with soft pink staining bandages and staining baths, throat and skin burning from cheap whiskey. Tonight didn’t have to be different.

The shot had skimmed their side so, luckily, no organs were falling out, but it was still going to be a bitch to heal, likely would be ripped open a few times and leave a nasty scar. This, unfortunately, was also not uncommon.

The painful repeticism of the needle going in and out lulled Rowan into a violent comfort they tried to avoid, the panicked calm soothing them until they couldn't quite hold back the memories they had been reminded of earlier.

Raised voices, gritted teeth and finger shaped bruises. Running, up stairs, through doors, arou-

There was a knock at their door. They flinched, snapping back to reality.

“Rowan, it’s Juno. Can I- can we talk?”

They almost said yes, just called Juno in like nothing was wrong. Then their brain kicked it’s way through the fog and realised they were sitting in bloody trousers, half stitched up wound and thread fully exposed to anyone who might walk in.

“Rowan?”

They picked up the shirt closest to them - part of a matching pyjama set - and tried to tuck the needle away so they could carry on when Juno was gone, and threw the door open.

“Sorry, I was just getting changed. Just sit anywhere.” They mumbled, haphazardly shoving piles of washing off of a chair.

“Thanks. Listen, about earlier, I know that you didn’t mean for that to happen. It’s been a rough week, not that that’s an excuse for what I said- are you alright?”

Rowan had half-sat, half-fallen back onto their seat on the bed and was focusing very hard on not fainting, so much so that they couldn’t really understand what Juno was saying. Maybe this wound was worse than they had thought. They nodded and hoped for the best.

“Right… Anyways, what I actually came to say is that I'm sorry I called you useless. You made a mistake, no one died, well I don’t think anyone died. Whatever, it couldn’t have been avoided. I know that I can be abrasive,” he said with a look that meant he had been told this many, many times before, “but that doesn’t mean that- Rowan, you really look like crap.”

“Wow, thanks, Juno, you say the sweetest things,” they took a deep breath and tried not to panic at the fact that they couldn’t really feel most of their torso anymore, “I know you didn’t mean it, we’re fine. Stop looking at me like that, I’m fine, I just need a nap.” The last words were pointed, hinting sharply at Juno to leave.

“Yeah, because slurred speech and sweating and shaking all scream ‘I’m fine’,” he paused for a moment and Rowan could almost see the cogs whirring, piecing together the information - bullets flying, the unidentified something in Rowan’s voice, the jacket they hadn’t been wearing before, the sterile wrappers on the bed… Then the last piece clicked into place, “Rowan, is that blood?”

They looked down at their top - their white pyjama top - as their vision began to fade out, their head too heavy to hold up and mouth too numb to speak, “No-”

~~~

When they came to, they were in the medical wing wearing a loose sleep shirt - distinctly not soaked in blood - and shorts. They tried to get up and go but a not-so-gentle hand pushed them back to lying down.

“Goddamnit, stop moving. You’ve already ripped your stitches once and you weren’t even awake,” Vespa growled, fussing with the bandages wrapped tight around Rowan’s middle.

“Sorry, I’ve always been lively in bed.”

“That’s cute, darling. What’s not cute is the stunt you pulled last night - if Juno hadn’t come to see you when he did... “ An uncomfortable look passed over Buddy’s face, “Let’s not dwell on that. I will want to talk about this later, but, for now, somebody else wants to see you.”

“Great,” Rowan tried to get up again, “Where are they?”

“Nice try, tough guy, but you’re staying right here until mean old Vespa lets you out.”

“Bite me, Steel.”

“No, thanks, I think I'll leave that to-” He cut himself off at Buddy's warning glance and didn't speak again until Buddy and Vespa had both left the room.

Rowan glanced at the bandage wrapped around Juno’s bicep, “Is it bad?”

“No, just a flesh wound, unlike that one you’re sporting - what was the plan? Stitch it up and hope you didn't drop dead in the middle of the next job?”

“Something like that.”

“Goddamnit. Okay, I don't know how much of what I said yesterday you heard but I'm sorry for what I said. I know we don't really… get along, but you remind me of,” he sighed, “You remind me of someone I used to know.”

“Juno, I really don't need a pep talk.”

“Well, here's the thing - you absolutely do because this,” he gestured to the bandages and the bed, “can’t happen again. You can't see that we care about you - you wouldn't be here if Buddy didn't think you were worth something and Rita is the best judge of character I know; she thinks you’re great. You have a goddamn family here, Rowan, stop trying to push us out.”

Rowan sighed, and Juno graciously didn't mention the tears in their eyes. “I don't know how to-” Rowan shook their head.

“We aren't going anywhere, Rowan, I know that's not what you want to hear but I don't care. For right now you need to stay here and stop ripping out your stitches. Take care of yourself for once. Then we can work on whatever complexes you’re holding onto so tight.” Juno said, squeezing Rowan’s shoulder as he stood.

Rowan didn’t say anything till he was half-way out the door, “Hey, Juno? Thanks.”

“Sure thing.”

[leossmoonn]

Thank the Alcohol [Spencer Reid]

masterlist

pairing - spencer reid x fem!reader

type - angst, fluff

summary - you and spencer get drunk and accidentally confess your feelings to one another.

warnings - alcohol, language 

————

*gif isnt mine*

“Hey, Y/n!” You heard Emily call from across the bar. 

You turned around and smiled. “Finally! I was beginning to think you ditched me.”

“Never, baby girl,” Derek smiled. You laughed and hugged all of them except for Spencer. 

He just stood awkwardly, avoiding eye contact with you. You sighed but didn't let it dampen the mood. You and the team were out here to have fun after spending 8 days on a case. Well, everyone except for JJ. She came back from maternity leave but she wanted to spend time with Henry in case she missed anything exciting, which you all understood.

“Want a drink?” You asked.

“Sure!” Penelope smiled. “Hm, hold that thought,” Derek said while staring at a very attractive woman.  You chuckled, “Have fun!” He smiled and walked over to the girl, smoothly introducing himself.

“Hey Spence, want to drink with us?” You asked the Doctor. “Nope, I’m good,” he said quickly. He then sat at the bar and opened a book. You sighed once more.

“Hey, don't take it personally,” Emily said and put her hand on your arm. “I know,” you said and sat down.

You stared at Spencer. He looked so handsome when reading. His eyes going back and forth, him brushing back his hair, and his mouth moving with the words. You didn't know what was wrong with him. Yeah, sure, this wasn't his scene, but you had heard stories about him actually having fun and doing something crazy while partying. Ever since you joined the BAU three months ago, he's been so quiet around you. It was as if he didn't like you.

Now, you didn't have an issue with people not liking you. It's life, not everyone will love you. But it was the fact that you had never done anything to Spencer. All you did was join the BAU. It made you sad. He seemed so awesome and smart, you wanted to get to know him better. Not to mention, you also had a huge ass crush on him. Ever since you spotted him for the first time, you immediately felt you heart melt and your stomach swarm with butterflies. You couldn’t help it, he was cute. But, he didn't seem to be interested with you at all. 

“Y/n... Y/n...?” You turned your head to see Emily saying your name. 

“Hm?” you asked. “The bartender asked what you wanted,” Penelope explained. 

You looked at the man in front of you, smiling at him apologetically. “I’m sorry. Uh, I will take a vodka martini, please.”

The bartender smirked, “No need to apologize, beautiful.” 

You smiled once again and thanked him. He made your drink and moved onto other customers.

“He's cute,” Emily said. You shrugged and you took a sip of your drink. 

“He's okay.” Spencer was still in your mind.

“He’s not just ‘okay’, he’s a total dreamboat! I bet he’ll ask for your number,” Penelope giggled. I rolled my eyes.

“Well, I’m good.”

“I have never seen you with a guy,” Emily stated. “You've only known me for three months,”  you chuckled.

“Still a long time,” she shrugged. “Em is right, Y/n. If he asks for you, then go for it!” Penelope said.

You sighed and took glance over at Spencer. He was still reading his book and sipping on some beer. You huffed and turned back to Emily.

“Maybe I will,” you changed your mind. “What changed?” Emily asked.

You glanced over at Spencer again and then back to the girls. 

“Oh, you're trying to make someone jealous, huh,” Emily wiggled her brows. Your eyes widened and you shook your head frantically.

“It's no secret you have a cru-”

You shushed Penelope, not wanting Spencer to hear. Penelope and Emily laughed.

“Crush on Spencer,” Penelope finished, whispering this time. “Apparently it's a secret to Spencer,” you scoffed and downed another shot.

“Hm, you’re right. But, you could make him jealous still.”

“He doesn't like me, why would I want to make him jealous?” You asked.

“Doesn’t mean you can't try. And you can't tell me you didn't wear this dress for nothing,” Emily smirked. You laughed and nodded, she was right. 

You put on your most sexy one. It was a tight, simple black dress. It had spaghetti straps and went to your mid-thigh. You had put this one on, hoping you were going to get some attention. You obviously were, but just not from the right guy.

“You’re right. I will try to make him jealous,” you said.

“That’s my girl!” Emily exclaimed.

You smiled and asked for a couple more shots. Penelope and Emily ordered the same thing as you. Soon, you three were downing drinks like there was no tomorrow.

“Hey,” the cute bartender said to you. “Hi, there,” you giggled.

“You’ve drank a lot. Are you okay?” He asked.

“I am fucking fantastic,” you said.

“Great. I was going to ask if you wanted to dance with me?”

“I don’t even know your name.”

“It’s Noah,” he smiled. “Hi, Noah. I’m Y/n. I would love to dance with you, but aren’t you working?”

“I can take a break,” he shrugged.

You looked at your friends. They were smiling and telling you to take the offer. While consulting them, you saw Spencer glaring at Noah. You caught his eyes and Spencer went back to his book, avoiding you once again.

You looked back at Noah and put on a flirtatious smile. “Let’s do it.”

Noah smiled and exited the bar. He went over to you and led you to the dance floor. Emily and Penelope cheered as you went.

When Noah and you got to the dance floor, there were no hesitations. You immediately put your hands on his shoulders and him your waist. You bounced up and down to the music. You swayed your hips against Noah, turning around so your backside was pressed against him. You felt a bulge against your lower back and smirked. 

While dancing, Spencer stared at you and Noah. He clenched his jaw, watching you grind against him. Emily and Penelope noticed his discomfort and went to confront him.

“Jealous?” Penelope smirked. Spencer scoffed, “No. Why would I be.”

“Because you like her,” Emily said in a sing-song voice.

“I do not. She’s annoying and obviously is shallow. She hooks up with the first cute guy she sees and gives her attention,” Spencer spat.

“Spence, don’t deny. You’ve liked her ever since she joined,” Emily said.

Spencer sighed and turned to them. “Yeah, I-I have.”

“Then go talk to her!” Penelope exclaimed.

“No, no. She doesn’t like me. She’s gorgeous and smart and I’m awkward and a nerd. We don’t belong together,” he said. His voice cracked as he spoke the last sentence.

Penelope sighed and got up to hug Spencer. “I know I am so drunk, but you gotta go for it! There’s no shame in trying!”

Spencer shook his head, glancing back at you. He stood up immediately and glared at Noah once again. Noah was forcing himself onto you and you weren’t succeeding in pushing him away.

Spencer’s blood boiled and he went over, slamming his book on the counter. Despite Emily and Penelope’s pleas to come back, he didn’t listen. You were in danger and Noah was being a jackass.

He stalked over to them and pulled Noah off of you by the shoulder.

“What the hell man!” Noah exclaimed.

“She doesn’t want you,” Spencer said. “Yeah? Well her dancing told me otherwise,” Noah chuckled.

“No, he’s right, Noah. It was fun, but go back to the bar,” you said through gritted teeth.

Noah scoffed and stomped away. Spencer smiled and turned to you. His smile faded into confusion when he saw you angry.

“What the fuck, Spencer!” You shouted.

“What?”

“I had that all under control,” you replied. Spencer shook his head, laughing sourly. “No, you did not. You’re too drunk and too weak. You could’ve gotten hurt.”

“Yeah, whatever, Spence,” you muttered and walked off, stumbling a bit.

Spencer grabbed your wrist, turning you back to him.

“I at least deserve a ‘thank you’,” he said.

“No,” you said.

“And why not?”

“B-because, you have never ever once spoken a word to me. Only when it was necessary. You never look at me and you have ever defended me when someone insulted my profiling skills. And now this is time you stand up for me? Great move, Spence,” you said. The alcohol make you emotional and more angry than you usually ever got. You were afraid you were making no sense.

Spencer noticed you were getting upset and went to say something, but you continued.

“Why now? You don’t like me at all and why?” You asked. “I-I don’t know what I did to make you hate me. I am nice to you and even praise you on cases!” Your voice broke and you started crying.

“Y/n, I don’t hate you,” he spoke softly.

You looked at him, confusion lining your features. “Yes, you do.”

“No, I don’t. In fact, it’s the opposite,” he said.

“Wha-what are you talking about,” you sniffled.

Spencer took your hands in his, shuffling closer to you.

“I don’t hate you. I like you a lot, actually,” he said.

Your jaw dropped, “What?”

“Yeah. And I have been trying to avoid you. Every time you approached me, my mouth would go dry and my heart raced. I didn’t want to talk to you when I was a blubbering mess,” he explained. “You’re just so pretty and intelligent. You make everyone question why they’re on the field,” he smiled.

“Really? You like me?” You asked.

He smiled and nodded.

Excitment took over your body and you soon found yourself kissing him. Your arms wrapped around his neck and your fingers entangled themselves in his shaggy hair. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you impossibly closer. Your lips moved in sync; they fit perfectly together. 

Spencer pulled away, panting. You took a deep breath, smiling.

“I have been waiting for so long to do that,” you said.

“Me, too. I’m sorry it took me so long to do that,” he said.

You shook your head, “No need to apologize. I should’ve done something, too.”

“Well, I guess we can thank the alcohol. For making rash decisions and all that.”

“Well, that was the best rash decision we have ever made,” you winked.

He grinned and kissed you again. “Agreed.”

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Spencer Reid & Aaron Hotchner || ‘I love you’ ‘then perish’

REQUESTED: YES/NO

Gender: uh, they/them but there are mentions of the reader having their own kids; obviously there are single fathers so the reader 100% can be male or female or simply NB if that's what you prefer.

Warnings: child abductions/killings, normal CM crime talk, talk of trauma/abuse/drugs/drug abuse/the stuff Spencer has gone through, dismissal of trauma.

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Aaron Hotchner

10 children had been abducted, in less than 48 hours. We all know the statistics, which is why you didn't exactly understand why the hell you were still allowing children to go to school and out to the park. You brought it up to Hotch.

“Why is it exactly that we’re still allowing children to go out?” you questioned with crossed arms, the team looked at you skeptically but stayed silent.

“Because it’ll draw out our abductor that we can apprehend,” Hotch said, staring at the victim board. Every single photo was of a child or a family with children, this abductor didn't leave any trace evidence except for a handwritten note from the child saying how much they hated their home life, it had gone through forensic for prints and to make sure the writing was in fact done by a child; it was, each and every one of those letters was written by the kids.

“Why don't we lay low, say the FBI aren't doing their best, it'll drag the unsub out, or keep the kids home! He’ll get bored an-”

“And skip town for more children and probably leave the others behind to die (L/n)” Hotch cut in with a stern look, “I understand you have children of your own but-”

“Hotch this has nothing to do with that!” you exclaimed, the team is now filtering out of the door, “it has to do with the fact we’re trying to do our jobs the best and this isn't the best! The mayor and council are on our asses about everything and we’re still allowing more children to be taken!” you threw your arms around in an effort for Hotch to see what you’re saying, but he refused.

“(L/n) this conversation is now over,” the unit chief said harshly, “we are doing our best and our best is-”

“Agent Hotchner?” a voice called, an officer had walked into the room without realising, “more children have been kidnapped,” the officer handed you the evidence bag, or bags you should say, “four notes, four kids, but there’s um,” the officer took a breath and cleared his throat, “a body has just been discovered and the chief thinks its Ashley Leif,” and with that the officer left. You sighed as you looked down at the letters, feeling the weights in your hands, the tears, the markings, the- hold on. It's signed. You cocked an eyebrow as you placed the bag on the table.

“What is it (L/n)?” Hotch called, you didn't answer and instead took the evidence bags with you to the front of the building where the rest of your team stood waiting. Hotch could see you handing the letters to Reid, obviously to read through faster and determine if it was in fact written by a child, as your mouth moved at a million miles an hour, a lot of the team nodding along with you and talking. It felt cold without you in the room with Hotch. Maybe he should take your advice.

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Five kids dead, 8 still missing. Four days. You walked out of one of the offices as the wails of a child-less couple followed before you closed the door, the officers seemed to give you sympathetic looks as you stormed into the conference room yourself and the team were in.

“We have nothing,” you exclaimed as you slammed the door, causing J.J. and Emily to jump at your sudden outburst, “we have notes, we have a signed piece of paper that isn't a child name in the database for this town-” you flopped into one of the seats with your head in your hand as Emily came up and rubbed your shoulders.

“We’ll find him (Y/n)” the woman said softly, you didn't say anything as she left and the room went quiet again.

“How is he even getting these kids huh?” you asked, “they just suddenly up and leave in the middle of the...night…” it took you a second before you glanced at the crime scene photos of the child's bedroom; undisturbed. The team caught on as you quickly moved to the board and examined every photo, taking them all down and laying them out on the table in front of you as the team curled behind you.

“What is it (L/n)?” Rossi asked.

“It’s all undisturbed,” you muttered softly, you could feel the breath of your teammates against the back of your neck, “what...what if these kids aren't being taken?” you questioned, “what if they go out at the time, say a family dinner with a friend, they go home and that friend asks to stay the night, they take the kid and then-”

“The crime scene is undisturbed because the kids trust who it is; ‘come help me outside for a moment’ and they go” J.J. finished for you, you grinned as you phoned Garcia.

“Ready and waiting!” Garcia's voice came through the speakers, her fingers poised.

“Are there any friends from every family? People that overlap that are maybe mentioned in social media of most if not all the families?” you asked.

“Family friend, me likey” Garcia said happily as she started typing, “uhh, we have one; Emelia June, friends of all the families and- oh no” Garcia softened her voice.

“What? Garcia what is it?” you asked quickly.

“She's a director for a class the kids all went to for arts and crafts” Garcia said quickly, “her class roll is sent to your phones and tablets now!”

“Address Garcia?” you asked quickly as the team started putting on their vests, you included.

“Work and Address on your phones now, go get her my babies!”

“Rossi, Spencer, Emily go to the work address, the rest of us will go to her home and go from there, Emelia is dangerous and is most likely holding those kids in a separate location,” you said as Emily and Hotch started rounding up some officers and the rest of you ran to the cars.

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Emelia was caught but had to be interrogated in order to find the kids, luckily they were all unharmed and had food and water, she was sentenced 25 to life.

“(Y/n), can i see you in my office please?” Hotch called as you started packing up your files to finish at home. You gave a slight side eye to your friends before wrapping your bag around yourself and walking to the office in question.

“Did i do something wrong?” you asked monotone as Hotch waited behind his desk.

“You took ahold of the investigation when apprehending Emelia,” Hotch said, “that isnt your job-”

“Neither was yours to let those fucking kids die” you said quickly as your arms crossed over your chest. Hotch sighed.

“I understand this is hard for the both of us with our relationship both work and romance but you need to trust me (Y/n)” Hotch sighed, this only made you angrier, “i know you find it hard to trust others and to be trusted but for this to work you have to understand i know what i'm doing and what i'm doing, including my job, is right” by now you where fuming, “i know this case was hard especially with you having kids of your own-”

“Fuck you,” you cut Hotch off, him looking at you surprised, “i have kids, you have a kid too Hotch. You had a wife and when you came to me seeking some sort of love and affection i was happy to give it to you when you needed it, i loved those dates, i loved everything but really? I'm getting too personal with that case because I care about young lives?” you asked with a scoff, “im sorry but if thats a problem for you then we have a pretty big fucking problem here” you motioned between yourself and Hotch on ‘here’.

“(Y/n)-”

“No, dont ‘(Y/n)’ me,” you said with a laugh, “you do this all the time! You dont allow me to do my own job-”

“Let me explain-” Hotch started once again, but you stopped him by walking out of the office.

“My resignation letters went in three weeks ago for Crimes Against Children, i go next week, i'll say goodbye to the team tomorrow” you said walking down the stairs and past your teammates who heard everything.

“You're leaving?” Derek asked, you could hear him but you didn't acknowledge him and kept walking, Hotch walked slightly faster and grabbed your arm, pulling you back to him.

“I love you (Y/n)” his voice was low and wavering, it was full of emotions but you couldn't care less.

“Then perish” you said finally, and with that.

It was all over.

You yanked your arm from Hotch, turned, and walked off without looking back.

Spencer Reid

Spencer was sick of it, he really was. He loved you, of course he did, but there was always something about you that just didn't sit right with him; you weren't too clingy, you weren't too protective, you were perfect. But you didn't believe he had all the trauma he constantly said he had. You jump scared him and of course his fist almost comes in contact with your nose, you scream his name and he comes in with his gun held just to see a photo of a dog, you always dismiss his trauma at the worst of times.

Anniversary of his abduction and drugging? ‘Lol no that doesn't happen to people like you, even back then’.

Anniversary of Maeve's death? ‘So you love a dead girl more than you do me? Oh thats rich Spence, thanks’ and youd walk out of the apartment and wait for SPENCER, to send a fucking apology.

Whenever he talks about his mum or her mental state? ‘Spencer you won't inherit whatever it is that she has, skitzy whatever’ you say with a laugh.

The team could see how much Spencer hated it, he was always on edge of everything. What he hated the most was when you decided to surprise him at work, everyone could then see how uncomfortable he was with you next to him, not how a couple was supposed to work.

So, he messaged you, asked for a chat over coffee. And here you are at the first coffee shop you both met, you giggling at a little baby blowing spit bubbles.

“(Y/n), can we focus on why i brought us here?” Spencer asked softly, he was trying, and hoping to some god that you would try as well.

“Yeah in a sec Spence,” you cooed at the little baby again.

“(Y/n) please,” Spencer was now desperate.

“Okay okay, Jesus Christ I can't do anything without you breathing down my neck can i?” you asked annoyed as you sat in your chair properly rather than directing your full body to the baby.

“Me? Breathing down your neck?” Spencer asked suddenly.

“Duh, you always do, i can't go anywhere or do anything without you there to ask every question in the book-”

“No (Y/n) that person is you,” Spencer cut you off angrily.

“Don't cut me off, Spencie” you reminded the boy, that was the last straw. Spencer slammed his hand on the table in rage causing a few people around to jump and stare, not good.

“No, you listen to me (Y/n)” Spencer started, “don't you dare call me that. Don't ever call me Spencie, you know why?”

“Because some girl from prison called you that” you mocked as you took a sip of your drink.

“Exactly, wanna know why i don't like people calling me that?” you shrugged, “it's called PTSD (Y/n), or PTSS. It’s real. That abduction I went through? That fucking happened, i was taken for two days and was drugged and tortured,” you sighed.

“Spence you know how i feel about that-”

“Yeah? And have you ever thought about what i feel? Huh? Ever think why I get so jumpy around you? Because i'm a federal fucking agent, i see worse shit than you could ever dream. And forgive me, but I try my best to keep you away from that stuff because I don't want to scare you with it but at this point I don't care anymore. Maeve? She's real, she was real. She was the most amazing girl in the world and you know what? I never saw her a single fucking time until the day she died. A murder suicide. I wept for weeks and weeks, wanna know who was there for me?” Spencer held up his hand and started counting off on his fingers, “my teammates, my supervisor, my mother, the people in my favourite coffee shop and bookstore. THEY WERE CONCERNED FOR ME WHEN I STOPPED COMING IN FOR TWO WEEKS” Spencers voice raised slightly, not enough to shout but enough to get through to you, “i have PTSD, i have trauma; and it's not right for you to dismiss it like its nothing. And that includes my mother” and with that Spencer was done. He grabbed his wallet from his pocket, shoved a $5 bill on the table and started walking off, you took a moment to catch up before walking after him.

“Spence, what- what?” your brain couldn't keep up as Spencer walked out of the shop with you in tow.

“We’re over. Go home” Spencer said without looking at you.

“But, I love you!” you exclaimed, disheartened, hoping that last bit would help you, but Spencer kept walking.

“Then perish” was all you heard as he continued walking away, confidence radiating over him as he left you to your thoughts.

And honestly? Thinking back on everything.

He was fucking right.

[machine-gun-casie]

The New Years Fic Writers and Readers Ask Game

i wasnt tagged but i really wanted to do this so here it is!

What was your biggest writing/reading achievement this year?

im glad that im still writing in the first place tbh. ive read more fanfic this year than i have in my entire life for obvious reasons. but im glad i finally wrote an angst piece for the first time in my life. also almond poppy see muffins is my literal child (as well as @enchantedamusedslightlyconfused ‘s, we co-parent)

What did you learn about yourself as a writer/reader this year?

i learned that my reader inserts are more of me inserts and that isnt necessarily a bad thing considering i mostly write for myself, i had just never thought of that. also slightly nsfw but i learned that reading smut makes me sleepy?? so i started reading smut before bed lol

Did you dive into something familiar or try something new this year?

familiar: yeah fluff is like a go to for me in whatever fandom. new: DEFINITELY i started writing for kells in 2020 (can you believe) and i also started writing for spencer reid :) many nice new things

Share a comment (if a writer) or story (if a reader) that lifted your spirits this year?

i love every comment people leave me (i also read all the tags) and i compile all the ones that i like to look back on with the tag #beautiful people on my blog, but ive also been told by a couple different people that they re-read my stuff which is insanely mind boggling so yeah

as for stories theres two mgk ones i go back to whenever im going thru a rough time: fit by my side by @angrylizardjacket and vegas run by @harringtonstudios

as for criminal minds, ive got my bookmarks on ao3 for my favs on there but my ultimate favorite writers are @reidscanehand and @write-orflight who are only on tumblr as far as i know so i felt like i need to include them :) anything these two writers post i will read no questions asked 

What are you grateful for?

in general? being alive and healthy. but a lot of good things happened to me this year (as well as some really really shitty stuff but oh well). the best thing that happened to me this year no doubt was meeting @enchantedamusedslightlyconfused i love you with my whole heart jordan 

im also grateful for kells, he helped me in a way no artist ever has. if u had asked me a year ago if i even liked rap i would have laughed in ur face i kid you not. he changed me along with so many things this year and i truly feel like im the best version of myself that has ever existed

im also eternally grateful for content creators, musicians and youtubers and designers, but specifically fandom content creators. if ur reading this and u r one, know that i am so grateful for you.

and my nephew. he cute as fuck.

Have your style (writer) or tastes (reader) changed this year?

im not entirely sure? i feel like with every piece i write i get better. in the sense that its a bit more realistic than when i first started writing. i know my fluff pieces are insanely fluffy and out of reach and very fan girly i truly understand, but it used to be so much worse. so overall i feel like my writing has gotten more realistic, which im proud of.

as a reader, i hoped i could see the appeal of angst this year but i dont think i ever will.

What’s the first thing you want to read or write this year?

i dont think i wanna have writing/reading goals this upcoming year. 2020 was the worst year of my life, but just cuz the clock struck midnight on the 31st doesnt mean that the shit show is over. so i hope that if i do continue writing this year, i do it when im ready. 

Anything new you want to try in 2021?

writing wise (again if i even do keep writing this year), maybe work on some ocs. ive never done that before. itll probably still be incredibly self indulgent but something new. and possibly write a few more soulmate!au’s because those bring me such joy

Do you have any fic resolutions?

i hope i never feel pressured to write anything this year.

im tagging @enchantedamusedslightlyconfused @angrylizardjacket @harringtonstudios @storiesforallfandoms @uhuhuh and if u werent tagged and u want to do this i genuinely mean it when i say consider urself tagged by me and tag me in ur post!!

[freudpilled]

if (theoretically) hannibal/the x files/criminal minds were all set in the same fbi universe...

- will and reid cant stand each other at first

- prentiss and scully are actual best friends

- garcia loves scully but is way too intimidated and in awe to talk to her

- will and garcia foster All of the animals

- mulder likes fucking with reid and reid gets super annoyed

- strauss HATES mulder but mulder stays because hes the occult expert

- mulder writes damn good reports though like even hotch is jealous

- will has to have his own office because everyone else is too annoying

- reid and will become friends through their mutual annoyance with mulder

- the minute theyre done going over the case on the jet mulder passes out on the couch

- hotch and mulder are like competing brothers like friendly competition

- garcia/emily/jj all get scully to go out more

- mulder tries to be buddy-buddy with morgan immediately and morgan is sus and thinks hes weird but they become total bros

- CSM and strauss are fuckin

- mulder and reid are super competitive at poker/cards

- scully and garcia are both into tea so they always exchange what teas they try and love

- mulder HATES bureaucracy and works with garcia to fuck with them every so often

- will is the team's bitch when he joins but scully and mulder werent because they were too powerful as a duo

- wlw scully and prentiss

- bi reid, morgan and jj

- Straight As Fuck hotch and mulder and garcia

- mlm will

- scully is always the one to see the ME and reid often tags along bc he loves learning more of the medical side

- jj and scully do self defense classes like kickboxing together and become besties and jj is the one who really gets her to loosen up and she warms scully up to the team and defends her

- reid and morgan really have to drive it home to mulder that samantha isnt coming back

- will always drives or gets driven into work and when they group up he always wants to sit in the back by himself

- will cant really stand anyone at work except scully and sometimes reid

- prentiss thinks mulder is too much of a dudebro for his age

- mulder thinks everyone needs to relax and not take things so seriously

- mulder wants to try and break hotch to get him to not be so serious

- mulder is annoying and a goofball but he really is a good member of the team

- hotch lowkey becomes a simp for scully

[just-my-fandom]

Tearing Apart (Spencer Reid x Reader)

We finally hit the big 2-0-0! Recent anon I WILL get to your story soon, enjoy

Imagine; Going missing after a rows of killings occur in the city. Spencer and Garcia are the only ones that know you, and are struggling to comprehend with finding you until the rest of the team find out why; You're Garcias best friend and the mystery wife the team has teased Spencer about for over two years.

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"Guys,"

Garcia stands at the door of the office, face conjured in twisted worry, "We have a case,"

Her eyes look at Spencer, the man taking no notice as he stands and makes way into the office with the large table,

Garcia presses a button on her remote, and a woman comes up on screen that has Spencer inhaling a deep breath, Matt and Luke sharing glances,

"Y/N Reid. Twenty seven year old female who went missing in town just this morning. She never showed up to work and a friend found her phone in her car, her car with a shattered windshield in the driveway of her home. We think (Unsub/Name) has something to do with it,"

Garcias voice was low, and JJ raises a hand, stopping the blonde,

"Repeat her name, Garcia,"

Despite the situation, Garcia finds her lips tugging upwards, "Y/N Reid,"

Luke laughs out, biting his tongue, "So shes the mystery wife?"

"This isnt a moment to be smiling and cheering just because you found out who my wife is, Luke," Spencer sits up in his seat, "I dont mean to sound rude but I called Y/N this morning and she never answered, I should have gone and checked up on her,"

"Spence," Garcia soothes, "She's okay, I'm sure. Shes a strong girl, and we're going to find her,"

"How?" Spencer twists his ring on his finger, eyes glossing over but hiding it from Matt and Luke, "How can we find her when she doesnt have her phone on her? We can pinpoint her location,"

"We know (U/N) is the kidnapper. He was last seen just an hour ago in (Hotel/Name), he might be holding her there," Garcia reassures, and Matt stands up, the team glancing at him,

"Lets go get her then,"

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"Everything will be okay,"

You grunt as nub fingers grab at your jaw, tilting your head up so you are forced to stare at one brown eye, the other grey, indicating the man was half blind,

"I'll protect you from anymore harm (Random/Girl/Name)," He soothes, your eyebrows furrowing,

"My name isnt (R/G/N)," You choke out, (U/N) tisking and dragging you forward, the ropes at your wrists slightly jerking you back,

"I wont let harm come for you anymore. I'll keep you safe, you can stay here with me. He wont get to you anymore," His voice cracks, and you realize that he thinks you are an old lover of his, making you scrunch up your face,

"Let me go," You demand, (U/N) leaning away and narrowing his eye's,

"Is that how you treat your soon to be husband?"

Eyes wide, you pull harshly at the restraints at your arms, effortlessly kicking your legs but they are pinned to the legs of the chair,

"Im fucking married," You hiss through your teeth, and (U/N) draws his arm up, hand finding your face harshly,

"Listen here little girl," His hand grabs at your jaw, nails digging into your skin,

"FBI!" The door is thrown open, and two figures step in; Spencer and Matt, "(U/N), step away from the victim,"

(U/N) looks over slowly, just before moving behind you, arm at your chest and found blade pressing to your upper neck, "Make me,"

Jaw locking, Spencer sharply aims his gun, eyes hooded over, "Release her or I shoot,"

The unsub is quick to dart his eyes down to you, and just as his arm moves to swipe at your neck, a large gunshot is sounded through the apartment, and you are left with the blade dropped in your lap, the unsub collapsed at the floor behind you,

Your breaths are quick, eyes pinched shut, your body flinching when hands come to your head, but you open your eyes to meet the orbs of Spencer Reid,

His hands slide under your hair, forehead meeting yours as he closes his eyes and breathes out, then slides away to release your hands and ankles,

You lean forward, arms wrapping at his shoulders, where Spencer moves his own around your back, lips at your temple,

He leads you to stand up, and Matt smiles, introducing himself with a shake of your hand,

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"Oh my goodness thank god you're here and alive and okay!!"

You laugh at Garcia's thankful cry, running towards you and arms throwing themselves around you,

"Im Okay," You squeeze the blonde girl tightly, and Spencer smiles, Garcia leaning back, palm of her hand holding your chin,

"He did this to you?"

You press your lips together, nodding, "But I'm okay 'Cia, promise. Spencer got there in time,"

Garcia stares at your face, before releasing you and sighing, "Well, alright. As long as you are okay. Now, I suggest you two get home; I have a surprise for you in the driveway,"

"You didn't," You breathe out a laugh, Garcia grinning, "Please tell me you didn't,"

"Its a brand new (Favorite/Car)! Curtousy of muah, I know, I'm the bestest best friend ever," Garcia presses her hand to her mouth, smacking it like blowing a kiss,

"You are, thank you Garcia," Embracing once more, you lean away and before you take off to go back to the safe boundaries of your home, you are introduced to JJ and Luke

(Theres a lot of time skips and Im sorry about that you guys)___________________________________

"Garcia really outdid herself, huh?"

You trail your fingers across the hood of the new (favorite/Color) (favorite/Car), smiling widely,

"Just wants her best friend happy," Spencer answers, watching with wonder as you circle the car,

"Im happy enough to just be alive. You and Matt, you saved me, Spence," You say softly, and look up to meet his eye's,

"I wouldve done it for anyone," He replies, and you walk up to him, where he slowly slides his hands to your hips,

"Spencer," You inhale, "I know right now isnt the time, but," You move your fingers to run through his long hair, "I think I'm ready to have kids,"

Spencer finds his eyes boring into yours, a smile on his lips,

Dragging you closer, his mouth locks to yours, eyes shutting, "I would love that," He murmurs, "and I'm sure Garcia would love to be a godmother,"

"YOU'RE PREGNANT?!!!"

You turn around sharply, staring at Garcia jumping out of the car with JJ,

"No no no," You laugh out, "Not yet,"

"Oh I am SO spoiling your kid. Auntie Garcia is gonna be the best yet!!!"

[angrylizardjacket]

ask your destiny to dance [12] {Roger Taylor}

[masterpost]

“Oh Ashley, it’s so good to see you.” Freddie’s mother seems absolutely delighted to see Ash at the door when she opens it, a few weeks after the album’s recording, on the morning of Freddie’s birthday. She quickly wraps the girl up in a hug, and Ash hugs her back tightly. “It’s been too long.” She scolds, beckoning Ash through into the kitchen. “Farrokh and his friends are in his room, and I’m sure Kash is somewhere, but I have some things for you to take home.” And she produces a tupperware container full of baked goods, and Ash’s chest tightens a little.

“Mrs Bulsara, you really didn’t have to-” Ash tries to decline, but Freddie’s mother pushes the container into her hands with a fond smile.

“Nonsense, it was no trouble; Freddie tells me how you live up on the campus, all that junk food, and so far from home?” She clicks her tongue, shaking her head as she heads back out to the dining room. “You need a mother’s cooking. Don’t worry, I’ve added plastic forks; I’ve been told you don’t have any in your kitchen.” She says, and Ash flushes, embarrassed but thankful.

Freddie’s mother never says it outright, but they both know that she knows that Ash had been kicked out of home before she’d become friends with Freddie. After the first few times Ash had come over to work on a uni project with Freddie, she’s invited to stay for dinner, and Freddie’s mother always gives her leftovers to take home with her. Jer, after three years, treats Ash like family, and Ash, when she thinks about it too hard, wants to cry out of love.

“Kashi, come set the table, lunch is almost ready.” Freddie’s mother calls out, and Kash gives Ash a hug in greeting when she comes to collect plates.

Ash sits herself next to John when everyone’s arrived and lunch is served, and Roger sits himself right next to her. Kristin’s with him, which irks Ash for reasons she doesn’t want to think too hard about, but Ash smiles at her and makes small talk, and it makes Kristin looks a little less uncomfortable and out of place.

The mood around the table is bright, even with Roger and Kristin being a little too cute for Ash’s taste. Mary’s father signs stories about Mary and she translates for the whole table, bashful and sweet, and Kash ask Ash across the table about her latest designs, and the boys all talk excitedly about their album, and then Freddie’s mother is saying how nice it is for Farrokh to bring home a nice girl like Mary.

“What does that make you, Ash?” Roger snickers, and Ash elbows him in the ribs, suppressing a smile of her own.

“A horrible young woman.” Ash says airily, and Kash giggles across the table, and Jer tuts.

“Ashley is a good friend; Mary is…” and she trails off, making gestures at Mary, who is squinting a little.

“Farrokh?” She asks, and Freddie’s mother relaxes, smiling with a hint of confusion. Wondering aloud if Freddie had ever told them about his heritage, though neither Ash nor Roger were paying them much attention.

“A horrible young woman?” Roger’s grinning at Ash, voice low, and she’s smirking back at him, amused.

“You heard me.” She murmured back, sitting back in her chair, arms crossed and confident.

“You’re not giving yourself enough credit, you can be a right demon when you wanna be.” He chuckled, and Ash snorted, watching as Jer stood up and made her way to the living room, returning with some photo albums, much to Freddie’s chagrin.

“You’d know, wouldn’t you?” Ash watched Roger out of the corner of her eye, and he held a hand to his heart, shaking his head gently, grinning. Ash leans over, voice quiet enough that she was sure only he’d heard, “but from what I recall it takes two to start a fire.” And Roger’s smile became more genuine as he realised she wasn’t trying to be bitter, but that she was actually making light of their little excursion in Scotland. It’s when he gives her shoulder a squeeze, and Ash feels her own smile soften, that she sees Kristin frowning at her. Ash’s smile drops, and she turns quickly, looking at the photo in front of Deaky, trying to tune out where Roger and Kristin were talking beside her.

Ash has seen all the family photos before, they were pulled out the second time she’d stayed for dinner, and she distinctly remembers Freddie almost face planting into his mashed potato out of embarrassment. This time, at least, he’d absconded to the piano, and was singing himself Happy Birthday to try and drown then all out. Ash leans back in her chair, watching the situation unfold, watching Roger leave Kristin with a gentle reassurance to go sit beside Kash in Freddie’s now vacant seat to look at one of the photo albums, and sees Kristin give her a tight smile from the corner of her eyes, gesturing to the photo album Deaky and Brian were poring over. Ash gives up her seat easily, sitting in Roger’s now empty one.

“I thought Freddie was born in London.” John muses, and Kash laughs. Roger’s got an arm around the back of her chair, leaning in to look at the photo album, but he’s so close to Freddie’s little sister, and Kristin doesn’t seem to be paying him much attention, and Ash feels the hairs on the back of her neck rise.

“Oh he was, at the age of eighteen!” She grins brightly, and Roger looks up, catches her smile, and objectively Kash is pretty, Ash knows this, but Kristin is right there, and she knows his knee-jerk reaction to pretty girls at this point. Kash turns and asks Freddie about his change of name, from Bulsara to Mercury, which sets off their father, and Roger’s leaning back in his chair, watching Kash speak as he smiles slightly.

The phone goes off, and Kash excuses herself to answer it, and finally Roger catches Ash watching him, and gives her a confused smile, as if he doesn’t know exactly what he’s doing.

The call is for Freddie, and Kash comes back, slotting herself back into the conversation with ease, and Ash is about to throw a bread roll at Roger. When he leans in to murmur something to her, something she knows is far too forward for a man sitting across from his supposed girlfriend, Ash just feels a sinking disappointment, and her gaze drops as Freddie’s father coughs pointedly. Roger’s still got some cooked onion on his plate, pushed off to the side, and Ash doesn’t even care to ask before she starts picking at it, not letting Freddie’s mother’s cooking go to waste and to give herself something to do that isn’t lobbing cutlery.

“Freddie tells me you’re a scientist.” Jer breaks the silence, turning to Brian, who smiles brightly.

“Astrophysicist, actually.” He corrects cheerfully, before his smile turns sharp and he points directly at Roger. “He studies dentistry; he’s a dentist!” He announces, and Roger snorts, crossing his arms, at the same time as Ash almost choked on her food.

“I was never a dentist.” He says, defensive, where Ash’s ‘he was never a dentist’ is more derisive, and Roger shoots her a wounded look, before frowning. “Are you eating my onions?”

“He’s a dentist.” John snorts. Poor Kristin looks confused, Ash pays her no mind.

“Were you saving them for later?” Ash asks, shoving the last of them in her mouth while making eye contact, and he squints at her, looking like he’s trying hard not smile, before Ash turns to the rest of the table with a mouth full of onions; “He’s a biologist, whatever that is.”

The rest of the table looks at her like she’s grown an extra head.

“She said I’m a biologist, whatever that is.” Roger translates through her mouthful of food and accent with ease, and his smile is smug when everyone else makes noises of understanding.

“Everyone, I have some news;” Freddie announces, coming back to them all. He looks a little shell shocked, and the rest of the room quietens down automatically. “That was John Reid, calling from EMI; they manage Elton.” his voice shakes, he’s holding back so much, “someone gave him a demo of our recording, and he wants to meet with us, possibly even manage us.”

The band are in shock. Ash feels like her heart’s bursting with pride as she stands abruptly, moving to throw her arms around Freddie after he’s done hugging Mary.

“Happy birthday, Freds, this is incredible.” She murmurs, and he holds her so tightly, laughing, a little bewildered at the whole surreal situation.

Stepping back, Ash goes to sit back down, but her seat’s occupied, and so she finds herself in Roger’s lap where he’s taken back his original seat. They don’t give each other time to be shocked, just let themselves enjoy the moment of excitement as they wrap their arms around each other in an ecstatic hug.

“This is awesome!” Ash says quietly, and Roger just laughs a little where he’s got his face buried in her neck, hidden for all her bushy hair. It doesn’t last long, Ash hops up and gives both John and Brian hugs of their own, and she doesn’t like to think about how good it felt to have him hug her again, or how Kristin barely speaks two words to her after that.

A week later, the day of the meeting, Ash is laying at the edge of Freddie’s bed, watching him dig through his closet. Both of them were frustrated, and Freddie flung another jacket at her, and it landed squarely on her face, a button hitting her cheek and making her yelp.

“I asked you here to help, Rocket, now please; which colour shirt?” Freddie huffs, pulling out three different shirts, all in different bright colours. Ash bites her lip.

“Freds, you don’t want me to dress you for a business meeting. Business meetings are fucking boring and I hate boring. And I hate grey.” She whined, and Freddie shook the shirts at her again.

“Darling, that’s exactly why I want you to help me; this is a band meeting and no-one’s gonig to care about us if we look like every Tom, Dick, and Harry.” Freddie muses, and Ash sits up, intrigued; “Deaky’s going to dress like a father, Brian’s going to be unfortunately sensible, and Roger doesn’t know how to button his shirts up past his ribs, which might work on girls, but not on executives; please help me convince Reid we have some semblance of style.”

“The purple one.” Ash answers immediately, barely waiting a moment after he’s finished his spiel to point at the bright purple shirt. Freddie grins, already pulling off his shirt to put on the one she’d suggested. Ash makes her way to the closet beside him, looking through all his jackets and jumpers for anything potentially eye catching.

“I was thinking,” Freddie starts carefully, reaching past her to pull at something white and leather hanging up near the end of the railing, “this one.” It’s frilled. Not like the frills of a skirt, more like a frill-neck lizard.

“I love it.” Ash is bright-eyed when looking at it, absolutely enraptured with it. “Freds where did you get it?” She demands, clutching the edge of the jacket in her hands, looking at it with a starry-eyed gaze; Freddie’s never seen her so enamoured with his clothes before, or any clothes that weren’t her own.

“Op shop down East.” He said, flush with pride that she was to taken with his jacket.

“Freddie if you ever lose or destroy that jacket, tell me; this is the best jacket you’ve ever owned.” She said, suddenly very serious

“You’re taking the piss.” He huffed, rolling his eyes. “What are you gonna do, make me a knew one every time I lose it?” Ash frowned, looking up at him.

“Freddie I’d kill to work with leather like this, take risks like this in such a traditional medium; the work on the collar is impeccable.” There’s nothing but absolute sincerity in her voice, and Freddie is reminded sharply that most of her wardrobe she’s made herself, that this is the life she wants to be a part of more than anything. “If I get even half an excuse to make something like this, I’ll take it.”

“Alright.” Freddie tells her with a firm nod, taking her by the shoulder. “Well then, Ash, I’m asking you seriously; I want you to become the band’s official stylist; when we make it big, we need to have a look, and I trust you to make us stand out.”

Ash is lost for words, heart beating in her throat as she clutches the leather jacket tight in her hands. Nodding profusely, a smile comes over her face, and Freddie hugs her tightly.

“You’ve got a gift, darling, I want the world to see it.” He says, and Ash holds him so tightly as a laugh escapes her, a little wistful, a little bit dazed.

“So do you, Freds, you’re gonna be a star.” She mused, and he pulled back, fixing her with a fond smile.

“Well then you’d better make sure I look my best.”

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[maschotch]

Reid and Garcia haven't had that "dad is a person? moment" yet and it shows. They know he was hurt but its a flesh wound and they don't really get that he is messed up in the mind. Where as Derek, who is always quicker to challenge Hotch, is questioning his psych eval. I love it. Derek was also the one who drove Hotch back to DC after the car bomb so he definitely had that moment already. If it wasn't before that road trip it was during.

honestlyyyyy i really love their relationships with him. they love each other—they all do—but loving isnt the same as understanding (but it does beg the question: do they love him for who he is or for who they think he is). they have this blind spot when it comes to certain aspects of hotch’s life, certain aspects of his humanity. he’s an unyielding force in their minds, a pillar of strength. it doesnt occur to them that anything could jeopardize that.. i think they all reach that revelation in their own time—if they do at all— but foyet’s attack is that reality check.

when spencer dreams of foyet who says “hotch was never the same… so none of you were ever the same…” or whatever he fucking says.. it was so real. i dont think hotch changed that much actually akhdksh which is kinda ridiculous but he’s just been through so much already?? but he didnt really change, he just doubled down on certain traits, like his protectiveness. what really changed was the way the rest of them viewed him. i dont think anyone really bothered to think of him as vulnerable. he’s just such a stable presence in their lives that they took it for granted. after foyet’s attack, that illusion shattered.

this is it for reid and garcia!! we’re seeing their assumptions challenged in real time!! they have a moment where they have to admit their leader isnt as infallible as they once thought. they’ve relied on his enduring presence for their own emotional balance.. even if they dont go to him directly for that kind of help, just knowing that he’s still here and there’s still work to be done is enough to lead on when they have nothing else. (and we do see hotch having his moments with spencer and penelope, like elephants memory and house on fire.) they just… cant imagine that going away. they havent thought of him as being so… human. but even after foyet, even if they’re still aware of it in the back of their minds, they sorta just go back to normal?? garcia calls him “sir” still and reid sometimes forgets that hotch has had similar experiences to him. they go back to how they were before, only reminded of his wholeness during emotional moments (like hit and run or the replicator)

morgan i think hit this moment a little sooner tho. form him i think it was when he heard his screams after the explosion in new york. sure he wasnt hurt too badly—not visibly anyway. but he was afraid and desperate: two things morgan hadnt ever associated with hotch before. like… he’s been defensive of hotch in the past, but still knows that hotch has been perfectly capable of handling himself. this is the first time that hes really had to feel protective of hotch.. viewed hotch as someone with weaknesses, someone who may not be able to carry his burdens on his own. i just… dont think he has the best way of showing it. because it does kinda fuck with the hierarchy of the bau dynamic and he’s not sure how to navigate through that boundary. its not as easy as protecting reid or penelope. morgan just kinda settles into challenging hotch and overanalyzing every decision. he’s just trying to make sure he’s mentally sound and ready for what they deal with every day, but its difficult to reflect that with an authority figure. he’s still gentle—of course he’s gentle—but his concern manifests in a different way than he does with the others. theres that barrier in his mind that he cant quite get past.

jj.. im not sure jj ever reaches a point of understanding with hotch. and i think thats because she thinks she already sees all of him? and he is more openly emotional with her than he may be with the others, so she feels like she never had that illusion to begin with. she’s a teacher’s pet: she thinks bc the teacher confides in her about some things that she knows everything about him. its that extra insight that makes her even more blind to the rest, to the parts he’s not sharing. but she thinks she knows it all and her perception of him never really changes.

emily meanwhile never had that illusion to begin with. they had such an antagonistic beginning that she was already able to see his flaws and imperfections. over time she grew to respect him. all of him—even the bad parts. which is why i think its fitting that she’s the one who found him. everyone’s reeling from the earthshattering revelation that their leader could get taken down, but emily’s instead dealing with nearly losing a friend. and i think that makes it easier for her to be around than the others.. he doesnt feel like a disappointment, he doesnt feel pitied, and he can just exist without worrying about how they’re never gonna look at him the same. he breathe a little easier, he can be himself without needing to hold the facade up as high. he can let his guard down

idk they just all get confronted with this challenge to their paradigm. they have to rethink the way they see him and continually remind themselves that he’s not the stoic stolid force he pretends to be. to a different extent they each register that he’s not untouchable. whether or not they accept it, the event shakes the up the team more than it normally would

[ssa-sugar-tits]

queen of hearts // chapter six

summary: y/n y/l/n was crushed when she found out about maeve donovan. heartbroken, she left her entire life behind. what happens when she becomes the most prolific serial killer the bau has ever seen?

prologue + series masterlist & taglist

content warnings : murder mentions, death penalty mention, interrogation, slight angst, sexual implications

a/n : reader is a psychotic murderer. this is purely a work of fiction, if you or someone you know are experiencing homicidal urges seek professional help immediately.

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That wasn't exactly how you'd thought it'd go down. You had thought that more people would die, that you'd shoot him the second you saw him. But you went soft. For someone who ripped your heart into shreds.

The officer in the front seat tells you to shut up when you start laughing again. You can't help it, it's better than screaming or crying. Laughter is the best medicine. Right? Maybe that... doesn't apply when it comes to murderers. When you're let out of the vehicle you search for Spencer but don't see him.

"So what's your name?"

The officer ignores you and starts to drag you into the interrogation room. People stare as you walk by so you smile innocently at them, knowing your makeup is ruined, you probably look awful, and they know how many men you've murdered. It doesn't matter. As you sit down, you look up at the mirror glass and wonder who's standing on the other side. Hotch and Rossi? Morgan? Spencer? Emily or JJ? You don't look as bad as you'd assumed you did. Your mascara and lipstick are a little smeared. An old hickey shows on your collarbone and you notice your shirt's been sliding off your shoulder.

"Hello? Making me wait isn't intimidating me, geniuses. I worked on the same team as you which means I know all your strategies."

No one answers or comes in. So you sigh and sit back, rolling your eyes. You start to wonder who they'll send in. They'll only send in Spencer if they get desperate. Or if you refuse to talk to anyone else. But you don't mind talking to any of them. You already know how this is going to end. There's no getting out of this. Suddenly the door slams open and Derek enters with Rossi. You missed them but this isn't how you'd hoped to get back in touch.

"It's nice to see you Derek."

"Cut the bullshit Y/N, where's Chris Lincoln?"

That must be the name of the man you took.

"I'm sorry, who?"

"No games. You're already going away for life and it's very likely you'll get death penalty."

Well damn.

"So I don't really have anything to gain, do I?"

"You can do the right thing."

Rossi says it as if he believes you might take that deal, as if you still have morals. A scoff comes loudly from your lips.

"Lovely. I'm going to be sentenced and executed, but at least I can do the right thing!" You say, irritation rolling off your lips. "Fuck you guys. Can I at least talk to Em or JJ?"

Derek and Rossi exchange a look and you know they're probably wondering why you didn't ask for Spencer.

"I don't want to see him if that's what you're wondering. He's as dead to me as the other men I dealt with."

"Dealt with?"

"I'm done talking until I can speak to someone else. I've made myself clear."

"You're in no position to make demands Y/N. I'll see what I can do but there's no guarantee you can be questioned by Agent Prentiss or Jareau."

Agent Prentiss or Jareau. Acting like you didn't practically live with them for 9 years. You look Derek in the eyes and and repeat yourself.

"I've made myself clear."

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A few minutes later Emily, beautiful as ever, walks in and Spence follows, very obviously frustrated, but no JJ. Isn't sending in Spencer a bad move? At this point they're probably just trying not to be predictable.

"Hello Y/N. Agent Prentiss and I will be taking over your interrogation."

"Agent Prentiss? What's with the formalities?" You laugh. "And where's Jayje?"

"Th-This isn't funny, we need to know where Chris Lincoln is." He straightens his tie and you think about using it to pull him on top of you. Sighing deeply at the thought of his body, you respond.

"Of course you do. That's your job Doctor."

Everytime you call him 'doctor' it clearly makes him uncomfortable. Heat rushes to his cheeks and he almost looks hurt. It isnt playful anymore or out of love. It's more evidence of the fact that you don't know each other anymore. You're just strangers with a history.

Emily speaks and you've never heard her like this. Confident but on the edge of letting some, any emotion show.

"Y/N, you're doing this because of Doctor Reid, are you not? All your victims have been surrogates for him. You feel betrayed, hurt and you've taken it out on anyone who vaguely reminds you of him. Chris Lincoln is married and I assume that's why you took him. You seduced him and it made you angry that he was willing to cheat on his wife with you."

"Wow, you profiled me." You say thick with sarcasm. "Good job Em, I confess! At least you've both still got your hot features to combat your shitty interrogation skills. I shouldn't have asked to talk to you, right?"

"Why did you ask to speak to me?"

"You're the profiler. You tell me."

Ignoring you, she looks at Spencer and he sits down across you. The tension combined with the look he gives is enough to make you weak. If you were standing, you'd have fallen right to your knees.

"Tell us what you want Y/N, what you need in order to tell us where Lincoln is."

"What I want... it can be anything?"

"Anything reasonable."

"Define reasonable doctor."

He doesn't look amused but there's definitely something there. You just can't put your finger on it.

"Do you want a deal?"

Do you? You're not sure what they could possibly offer.

"I'd like a few minutes to consider it. And he's not badly hurt, if anything he could probably make it until tonight."

Em and Spence just look... confused. But they leave you alone with your thoughts and you close your eyes. What do you want? What are you willing to give up your final victim for? You chew on your lip and wonder again who's watching you.

What do I want? Spencer.

That's all you want. He's all you want. There's nothing to be done. But it'll torture him for the rest of his life if this man dies because he couldn't get a location out of you. Isn't that what you want? For him to suffer? No. Because dammit you still love him. So fucking much.

"Ok. I know what I want. It can't be negotiated, it's this or nothing. And Spence, only you come in. Leave our raven haired beauty out there with the rest of the team."

Spencer walks in with his hands in his pockets and sits back down. You know that anxiety is eating at him and that you're under his skin.

"Well? What is it?"

Your voice drops to a stern whisper and you lean close to him, close enough to be able to close the gap if you wanted to.

"I want you to..."

You stop and your eyes meet his again. He asks with his gaze, tell me. Please. You lean even closer, your lips almost touching his.

"Make love to me."

His jaw drops slightly open and he's speechless. You don't know why. It's not as if he hasn't before.

"E-Excuse me" he stammers before leaving the room. Smirking to yourself, you look up at the glass again and know that whoever's on the other side is staring right back at you. You'd never force him, you aren't that far gone. But you know that they'll agree to your conditions. Not only because he wants to but because they don't have a choice.

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