#that’s jj watching final destination 2

[mywhiskey-neat]

We're all sinners - Spencer Reid (PT.1)

Going after the Unsub, Spencer and Y/n find themselves in trouble after getting kidnapped by the religious fanatic Tobias Hankel. It becomes a battle of time and protection, and the first to confess will be damned. Or, should I say, saved?

Warnings: usual Criminal Minds violence, kidnapping, blood, religious themes, mentions of death, based of episode 15 season 2 of the series, bad english

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 Spencer Reid was one of a kind. Besides his obvious expanded knowledge, the way he expresses himself and his view of the world it’s outstanding. At least that is what Y/n thinks.

After working with him in the BAU for years, she believed Reid was probably the most interesting person she ever had the privilege to speak to. Every random fact he rambles about during cases just makes her more intrigued, it was as if she was hypnotized by him: the way he moves, how he speaks, his eyes. Oh, his eyes. Y/n could get lost in them forever if she could. The way they shined whenever he had a new fact to share, how, no matter how hard he tries to conceal his true emotions, she could read him like an open book just by looking at his eyes. These expressive, beautiful eyes. Y/n L/n was convinced that she loved absolutely everything about Dr. Spencer Reid, and would do everything in her power to make sure he would be safe.

And that’s why she just couldn’t just let him run off on his own.

  After discovering that Tobias Hankel was the unsub, Reid decided to split so that they could find wherever he was hiding. Y/n thought it was a horrible idea, and even though she despised the thought of leaving JJ on her own, she hated even more the fact that Spencer would be by himself around a dangerous murderer. So she decided to follow him. 

 They walked with their guns raised around the field. It was risky, they were vulnerable, Hankel could show up out of nowhere, he could blend himself easily with the tall vegetation. 

 “Reid, come on, let’s go back. It's not safe” she whispered, walking behind the tall men, who kept looking around in search of the unsub.

 “You were supposed to stay with JJ”. Y/n scoffed, shaking her head. “I’m not going to leave you” 

 It wasn’t that she didn’t trust him on his own, she knew he could handle himself. She was the one who wouldn’t live with herself if something happened to him while she wasn’t there.  

 They continued walking ahead, until a scream rang out. Y/n felt as if someone splashed cold water on her. Reid looked straight into her eyes, both of them thinking the same thing: JJ. 

 It was automatic, both of their bodies turning around and sprinting towards the sound, Y/n now leading the path. She was consumed in guilt: she shouldn’t have left the blonde by herself. She let her feelings get in the way. 

 Her heart was beating out of her chest. It felt as if she was running for centuries, no sight of her destination. 

 As the view of the barn finally came through, she felt the air come back in her lungs, breathing out in relief. That relief, however, was short lived as someone knocked her out of her feet by smacking a piece of wood in her face. She fell onto the ground with a huff, feeling disorientated.Her vision was blurry, and her left ear was ringing. She could vaguely hear Spencer screaming for her, before watching him have the same fate as her by falling to the ground.Her vision turned black. Tobias Hankel had them both. 

 Y/n slowly came back to consciousness, feeling her head throbbing. She groaned, tilting her head upwards.

 “Oh thank God!”

 She turned her head abruptly, cursing herself for the action afterwards. Reid was looking straight back at her, his eyes wide and with an expression of horror. It was after looking into his eyes that she realized what was happening: they were both kidnapped by the unsub.

 Dread started to fill her body. She tried looking around, trying to find a way out of something to help them get free, but every movement she did with it caused a rush of nausea and pain, so she decided to simply keep staring at Spencer. 

She gave him a soft smile, trying to ease his nerves, although it turned out looking more like a grimace.

 Spencer looked around as well, probably searching for Hankel. “He was here a couple of moments ago, but he left without saying anything.” 

She knew he was nervous. Hell, they could both die. But something in her despised this look on his face, and she wanted nothing more than to pull him into her arms and soothe him, and since she couldn’t do that, her words would suffice. 

 “Look at me. Spence, look at me!” Reid looked back at her, frighted. She gave him another small smile. “We’re gonna be alright, ok? JJ was there as well, she will let the team know that something is wrong. They will find us. I’m sure of this, they will find us.”

 Y/n saw his eyes soften, but before he could say anything, she saw movement in the corner of her eyes. Tobias Hankel was back. 

 She immediately became rigid. He was looking right at her. He leaned down, staring straight into her eyes. “They're gone.” 

She clenched her jaw, trying not to show too much fear.  “Who are they?” 

 “It’s just me now.” 

Spencer, not liking the attention Y/n was receiving from the unsub, spoke up. “Who.. who are you?’ 

Tobias turned to the male, causing panic to fill her veins. “I’m Raphael.”

Y/n furrowed her eyebrows. Raphael? Does Tobias have a split personality or something?

Reid closed his eyes, trying to keep his composer. “What’s that smell?” 

“They’re burning fish hearts and livers. Keeps away the devil. They believe you can see inside men’s minds.”

 Spencer glaces briefly at Y/n seeing her hardened gaze towards the interaction. 

“It 's not true. We study human behavior-”

The unsub sushes him, and at that moment Y/n realized he had a gun in his hand. Her blood ran cold. “I’m not interested in the arguments of men.”

 Y/n needed to take the attention away from Spencer. It was like a tug of war between the two agents, both of them trying to protect each other.

 She cleared her throat, making both men look at her. “You.. you know you don’t have to do this, right? We didn’t do anything wrong.” 

 Hankel looked straight into her eyes, void of emotion. “I’m just an instrument of God.”

 She and Reid looked at each other, their eyes telling the same thing:

 They weren’t going to leave unharmed. 

Tobias left shortly after, leaving both agents by themselves. Y/n tried to set herself free from the ropes, the movements causing a burning sensation on her wrists. Spencer looked at her nervously, alternating between keeping an eye for Hankel and observing the woman. 

 “It’s not going to work. He tied it too tightly, you're only going to hurt yourself.”

 She huffed, looking back at him. “I have to at least try.”

 He looked down for a few seconds before looking back at her. “He is a religious fanatic. We have to play his game if we want to leave alive.”

 “If we leave, Spencer. This unsub has some sort of double personality. Raphael it’s the dominant one, who punishes the so-called sinners, and Tobias is the submissive personality. Either way the dominant one will punish us, he will keep pushing until he finds a confession. We won’t get out of here unless we convince Tobias to let us go.”

 Spencer exhaled shakily. “And how do we do that?” 

  “Just like you said. We play into his game.”

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And that is part 1! It's my first time writing on Tumblr, so this might turn out really shitty lol

English is not my first language either, so please be kind :))

[storiesofsvu]

Scary Movie Nights with Tara

Tara Lewis x reader Covers the "movie night" square for @adarafaelbarba fall bingo! @aphinablog req'd "scary stories" and that's how this started out but by the end I feel like it fits the movie night one more! If you read and like, don't forget to ask to be added to the Tara taglist!! Also I got halfway through this as i struggled to find movies cause I *love* thrillers before I remembered AJ is the main character in Final Destination 2. So either pretend that doesnt exist OR that Tara, yn & the team poke fun at JJ each year… your choice..

Tara had never been a fan of Halloween, specifically the ghost stories that came hand in hand with it.

She felt that they were too fake, constantly rolling her eyes at the matter before walking away from whatever group was telling them

Because she had witnessed a million more actual real life situations that were a million times worse than any scary story that anyone could come up with.

As much as you loved scary movies, stories and the like she couldn’t help but scoff letting out little laughs through the films as she did her best not to correct the things that were horribly wrong

She only put up with it because she loved you more than anything else in the world. At the beginning of your relationship she’d tried her best to guide you away from the obsession, but you had no plans of the like. Despite your true crime obsession, you always assured her that you would never pry into her work and if something you watched or heard turned out to be something she’d worked on, you’d immediately turn to something else while she was around and leave it out of the small talk when you caught each other up on your weeks.

When you’d met Tara you did your best to swap from true crime things to fictional, busying your time with horror films that were far from the truth, the paranormal, the cliched franchises and she very much appreciated that.

It was every October, like perfect clockwork she would come home from work to find you perched on the couch, gigantic bowl of popcorn in your lap with all the lights off while your eyes were practically glued to the television as the opening credits of a movie rolled across the screen.

The team had eaten on the jet, and you’d sent a text saying you’d had take out earlier, so she grabbed a glass of wine and despite not really wanting to know what you were watching, she did want to spend time with her girlfriend, so she slightly begrudgingly joined you on the couch.

A few moments in she made a comment that whatever you were watching had a weird vibe to it for a slasher film

“It’s not. It’s more thriller vibes. There isn’t an actual killer, person or spirit. It’s called Final Destination, there’s like six of them.”

“Okay…”

“Spoiler alert, the plane’s gonna blow up. And that kid” you pointed “is currently having a premonition about it and he freaks out, gets off the plane with like, five other kids, and then the plane does blow up. But they escaped their deaths so it’s like, death itself haunting them in bizarre accidents til it gets them all.”

“that’s fucking weird.”

You let out a little chuckle as Tara settled in next to you, an arm casually thrown over the back of the couch for you to nestle into her embrace. She started out scrolling through her phone, replying to a couple of last minute emails and texts but she found her attention being pulled to the television more and more as the movie went on, curious and curiouser as to how it was all going to end and what kind of wild deaths were about to occur.

By the end of it her complete attention was on the movie and you looked to her with a sly grin on your face. “you were paying attention”

“it was intriguing.” She shrugged, picking up her phone again as if to shake away your insinuation.

“you liked it….”

“i..just.. it’s a different take from the usual crap you watch. I don’t end up profiling through the whole movie or have to worry about ghosts slamming our doors in the middle of the night.”

“okay…” you laughed, moving from the couch to refill both of your wine glasses and returning to the couch.

“how many of these are there?” tara asked quietly as you nestled back in beside her under the blanket.

“six? Seven?”

She glanced to her watch and let out a sigh of defeat, “I guess we’ve got time for at least one more…”

“Yes!” you shriek, leaping towards her to pepper her face with kisses, “I knew that one day I’d find one you wouldn’t totally hate!”

“and you’re going to make me watch all seven every Halloween, aren’t you?”

“you know it babe!”

“god you’re lucky I love you”

“and I love you too.” You pressed a soft kiss to her lips before grabbing the remote and pressing play on movie number two.

That was exactly how a new tradition was born. The week of Halloween you’d watch one movie a night together, and then you’d swap over to the more family friendly Halloween movies that Tara preferred, ones with little to no killing. It was all the balance you needed to make autumn enjoyable all around by all parties.

She also got back at you hardcore by inviting Spencer over one of your solo movie nights, and naturally he spent the entire time going over statistics, likelihoods, profiling and calling out all the bullshit of the entertainment industry and things they got wrong.

By the end of that night you claimed that the Scream franchise was ruined, shooting a glare to Tara, returning the “you’re lucky I love you” sentiment from the year prior.

[stenka-razin]

I finally watched Star Wars 9 (aka Star Wars 8) and Star Wars 11 (aka Star Wars 9) along with a rewatch of Star Wars 7 (aka Star Wars 7). They're all bad!

The Force Awakens - I feel like this got by because people assumed it would resolve and pay off and you know, be a movie. It didn't and unfortunately the failures of 8 and 9 directly affect 7 because it leaned so heavy on future installments. It basically balled out on a credit card and episode 9 was the bill. But despite that I do think it's the closest to telling a coherent story in its own right. It's a story called Star Wars 1977 aka A New Hope, but whatever. It's also weird in that it like, double dips. It mocks this series adherence to the past while whole heartedly leaning into that earnestly. At it's best it's like Canonized Spaceballs, at it's worst it's reheated leftovers. But yeah, as soon as they drop that cryptic vision and "a story for another time" crap I know this was gonna blow. It's the guy who made fucking LOST. When will people learn!?

The Last Jedi - Guys this is dumb. Dumb as hell. Dumber than most Star Wars. Even the good ideas it flirts with are rudimentary. But they also botch half the story. Like the entire plot about the escape from whatever could have been solved with a single five minute conversation, and there's really no consequences. Like Holdo looks like an idiot for not briefing her crew... Poe Finn n' Rose look like idiots for botching a mutiny and getting thousands killed. It's so dumb.

Luke kills kids now... guess it's genetic. Like I think there's a small seed of a good idea in here. That Luke, once an anomaly amongst the Jedi, who saw good in a man everyone else thought was irredeemable, is now stodgy and conservative, a natural process that often comes when people are in power for a long time. That's a good idea. But for the first story with the character in years (I don't give a fuck about some stupid book) and we immediately jump to, "I tried to kill a kid cuz his rancid vibes" is bad! Bad writing!

Rise of the Skywalker - Everyone basically went in know this was gonna suck right? Like it had to wrap up a bunch of crap that no one had any plans for. Then it also had to deal with the fact that the Last Jedi kind of dismantled all that crap for a bunch of other crap know one had any ideas for. Like I know JJ and Kennedy are portrayed as villains for cutting down Johnson's vision, but I call bullshit on him having any ideas for a third movie either.

And in spite of that, it introduces a bunch of other stupid crap, too. Yeah this is Episode 2 levels of bad. I totally checked out. I had no idea what anyone was trying to do beyond shoot people. Babu Frik and D-0 were delightful though. Give those two a movie. Oh and it seems like each of these leans heavily on one old guy to breath life into the movie. Anthony Daniels, you may have been the best part of this?

Oh yeah the cast, like in general. They're mostly good, but also like. They don't properly hang out together until Rise of Skyguy and I just find it so odd that the filmmakers decide, oh yeah, they all hate each other? Like even Finn/Poe who were all like Buddy-this Buddy-that, now they're total dicks to each other. I also love that they one up Jedi butchering a love triangle, by introducing like six* potential couplings and all of them fizzling out. Like that's bad but it's even more confusing that they introduce more to fumble in the final installment.

Anyway, in summation. It sucked, and anything good about the first entry was a time bomb destined to suck because no one knew what the hell they wanted to do with any of this. Except make money. They knew that and did. Star Wars sucksssss

[haileynicoleobx]

Poguelandia

Sarah X John b Routledge

Poguelandia 

JB, Sarah, JJ, Kiara, and pope

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Five teenagers, with millions and millions of gold, 400 million to be exact, They had no one to trust, they all, except kie and Pope, pretty much lost there parents, and the big thing, they had no were to go.

The four teens had been extremely exhausted fiscally and mentally. Yet the hunt was over.

They had the gold, Ward Cameron and Rafe Cameron both turned themselves in, but still they always felt like there were being punished, shot at, chased after, too much chaos.

Barbados was where they had learned so much about their strengths and weaknesses. Sarah picking up a board for the first time, joining the rest of her Pogue’s out on the water. At the beginning of their time on the island, she found herself addicted to the waves, wanting to start at dawn until she couldn’t stand to walk by lunch.        

Soon she was even finding herself catching them dinner with Kiara at sundown.        

After losing her family in the end, it just made sense to go to the place where she was the happiest.       

Sarah hadn't even told her friends that she had purchased the land with the cottages to go with. Two cottages to be exact, a deal that she had done all on her own and a trait she had absorbed from her dad. One trait she isn’t so embarrassed about inheriting given that she’d used it to give to her friends rather than taking.     

Once they made it out of the plane,

Collecting their baggage from the airport, they traveled to the car pull area at the airport, Sarah was not wanting to keep the surprise any longer.     

Kie was the first to catch on when they stepped off the plane with JJ in tow, Sarah and John b following behind.

“Some one seems preppy exited.” JJ says 

“You guys are going to love what I have planned!” Sarah tells them with a squeal.

About an hour and a half later they finally make it to there destination. There are Two beach house cottages resting on the shore of the beach’s. 

 The group was silent as JJ was the first to step out, amazed by the view between the two cottages.     

"Is this real life?" Kie dropped her bag staring between her friends.     

Sarah squealed between her two hands clasped at her mouth, "Okay I can't take it anymore. This is all ours."     

"Say syke?" "What?" "Christ."     Those appeared to be the world falling out of there trembling mouths .

“Sarah, what do you mean that this is all ours?" John B turned from the view of the water to look at his girlfriend.     

 “I mean that this is all, ours” Sarah’s arms widen out to the land around them. “I bought it for us.”     

“You bought this?” JJ sputtered “Are you freaking kidding me? You bought this?”     

“The houses?” John B followed up to JJ “Sarah Cameron are you telling me that this is all ours?”     

“It’s all ours baby!” Sarah howled jumping into her boyfriend’s arms, him almost not catching her from the state of shock he was still in.     

All of this is ours,” Sarah promises digging her head into his shoulder. “This is our happy place. I promise.”     

“Oh my god!” Kie pounced on the back of Sarah, wrapping her arms around them both.  

The sound of a car pulling away brought them back but with all their belongings from the car stocked in a pile in their sandy, seashell-filled driveway they watched as the driver drove away leaving them there.     

“Holy shit, this is it.” JJ walked closer to the sound of water coming up to the beach that was their backyard. He turned around and they all could swear his eyes were a little red. He took the hat from his head bending it between his hands. He bent down a bit to let out the biggest shout of excitement.     

The four of them ran towards the stairs of the coral cottage up onto the porch, Sarah reached in the pocket of her shorts for the key. Her hands were shaking from the exhilaration of opening the door to their house. 

The four separated as they ran into every room, opening every door that was there. Hollering at everything they loved.     

“I call this room!” JJ’s voice echoed    

“This is ours!” John B followed from the other end of the house, still not far but his voice was closer to Sarah who was standing in the kitchen than Kie’s was who was next.    

“Mine!” Kie’s voice came from the room across from JJ’s.    

The three came out meeting Sarah in the kitchen, she was leaned over across the counter smiling at them coming in.   

“So this is our new crib?” Kie asks walking around the counter to Sarah.

“The Chateau?” Sarah says wondering.

“Poguelandia” JJ smirked.    

“Ooo” John B slapped his hand on JJ’s back. “Poguelandia.”    

“Poguelandia it is!” Kiara echos throughly there cottage. 

“Kookiest damn Pogues this island will ever see.”  Sarah says in her 

Serious But trying not to laugh voice.

Later the four make a fire outside to relax on the beach with some beer.

“Thanks for doing this sar.” Kiara says respecting her friend.

“Sure thing, just felt like we needed a get away place.” Sarah tells her friend.

“A place we can be ourselves.” Kie whispers   

“To feel safe.” JJ plays with a stick he’s holding in the fire. 

“Yeah but JJ your playing with a stick in the fire…” John.b tells JJ making the girls laugh.

“To not have to watch our backs.” John.b ads on.

“Yeah...” Sarah bites her lip scooting closer to John B, laying her head onto his shoulder. “We’ve all been through so much together already, there’s no one I would feel more comfortable to share this place with.” Sarah tells her friends.

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Friends to family

“Bro- you wanna get married on the hottest day of the damn summer.” JJ tells John b has he’s up on a ladder stinging lights on the cottage.

“What not?” John b protests 

“Because it’s hot as hell!” JJ screams frustrated with the lights.

“Make sure you have them on twinkle mode J.” Kiara yells out the window from inside the house.

With the lights twinkling in the palms, the path leading to the alter marked with fallen palm, and with the sun beginning to set it was almost go time.  

The girls could be heard shuffling around in the master bedroom. They had debated using the extra house as their dressing room but with their guests using the house and the idea of having to lug everything over there to prepare wasn’t worth it. So instead, they threatened the boys to keep John B out for most of the day.  

“You almost ready?” Wheezy pokes her head out of the master room, asking anyone who would answer her.   

“Been ready.” JJ answers tugging on his short-sleeved Hawaiian groomsman button-up, only buttoning the first few at the bottom allowing room to show his shark tooth necklace. “What about ya’ll, can I tell JB we’re getting the show on the road?”  

“Ready!” JJ hears Sarah’s shout, that was good enough for him. “That’s what I’m talking about, Imma go rally the troops see ya’ll in 5.... just look for all the palm and shit on the ground to just follow that down.”

“Thanks for the directions caption odious.” Sarah sets smirking and rolling her eyes as Kie does the finishing touches in her hair.

“You got this dude.” Pope tells JB walking past him to the fallen palm we’re John b and Sarah will stand.

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“By the stars the sea, and the power invested in me, I want to spend the rest of my life with you, John Booker Routledge.” Sarah says

“The poor the rich, Pogues vs kooks, one island, to tribes, I want to be yours.” John b tells Sarah.

“I now pronounce you husband & wife.” Pope honors the two clapping his hands like the rest of the Pogues, as Sarah and John b fall into each others lips, locking together.

[the-invisible-queer]

I was watching final destination 2 and then I had a dream about aj cook and now I’m watching JJ centric episodes because she looks like an angel 😇 😍🥰

Last time I watched Final Destination 2 with my dad he started crushing on AJ and I told him she was in CM and he started watching it but he doesn't like it so he stopped on the 3rd episode

[beware-of-you-98]

Domestic JJ x Emily During the Fall

☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️

Coincidentally, fall is both Emily and JJ’s favorite season

JJ likes how pretty DC looks during the fall

Her block is covered in trees with leaves of varying shades of orange, red and yellow

And the cherry blossoms are in full bloom, so the sidewalks are often covered in a liter of colorful leaves and bright pink petals

Emily likes fall simply because she can wear her suburban lesbian turtlenecks without people staring

(If she wears her turtlenecks in 90+ degree weather, that’s her business, okay?)

She likes the cool mornings and nights

She likes the whole fall aesthetic (something about the warm colors constantly around during the season makes everything seem oddly domestic and homey)

Emily is always cold no matter what season, but she’s always so comfortable in fall because she can tuck her hands into her sweaters (or coats if she wears them overtop of her outfit) and wear thicker, warmer pants to the office

She can wear her fuzzy socks to bed!!!

And, yes, as soon as the season changes from summer to fall, she’s in her favorite pair

JJ still wears short sleeved shirts or skirts, much to her girlfriend’s disbelief

(She always insists she won’t get cold, but somehow always ends up in Emily’s jacket or working at her side by the end of the day)

(Emily starts wearing hoodies to bed and drops them off at JJ’s office for her to wear when she does get cold)

(It always puts a huge smile on her face when it’s nearing the end of a long work day and she gets a glimpse of JJ in one of her oversized hoodies)

(It’s certainly worth the amount of teasing she recieves from Derek and Spncer for being “whipped”)

JJ loves wearing Emily’s hoodies

She knows it’s so cliche, but they smell like her girlfriend and it comforts her

(If someone were to ask JJ to describe it, she would say that Emily smells like home, sweet and familiar)

Emily will never, and I mean never admit this out loud, but she loves pumpkin spice drinks and treats

She never drinks coffee, but one of her weaknesses is definitely a PSL from Starbucks

JJ brings her one every few days, leaving it on her desk in a travel mug covered in cartoonish ghosts

JJ likes warmed apple cider with cinnamon

Emily figures this out early on in their relationship and learns how to make JJ’s favorite cider from scratch

Yeah it’s a huge pain in the ass and she swears she can still smell apples weeks later

And fresh cinnamon sticks are hard to come by during the fall because everyone and their mother must buy them in bulk because no store within 25 miles has any

(Emily ends up borrowing some off of Rossi, though, so it works out in the end)

Besides the end result is amazing

It makes JJ happy and really that’s all Emily cares about

(Her favorite mug to drink it from is a present from Emily with a cartoony jackolantern printed on the ceramic with the words “let’s get lit” underneath)

(She blames the mom in her for loving the awful pun so much, but really it’s because it’s so cheesy and Emily gets a kick out of it)

The first fall Emily spends is just with JJ and Henry and she’s very perplexed when the two start piling up the fallen leaves on the ground and then jumping into them

She doesn’t get it (she never really got to do things like that as a child)

JJ’s like “nope, unacceptable” and persuades Emily to jump in a huge pile of leaves

Emily feels like a fucking child after diving into a pile of dead leaves, but JJ and Henry’s giggles are infectious and what the hell it’s fun

They jump in leaves for hours, only going inside when their noses and cheeks are red from the cold

Emily gets them all a glass of steaming apple cider (Henry’s excited because he gets to use a grown up mug)

Then they all snuggle on the couch, JJ tucked up against Emily’s side with Henry squished between them both, and turn on Halloween movies

Henry’s favorite is ParaNorman or Hotel Transylvania

Emily’s is The Nightmare Before Christmas (she knows the words to every single song)

And, sue her, but JJ’s favorite is Halloweentown

She thinks it’s absolutely adorable and she’s always excited when it’s on

(Only the first one, though)

(JJ was not a fan of Return to Halloweentown)

(When Michael is old enough to form his own opinions and thoughts, Halloweentown also becomes his favorite movie)

She and Emily don’t really watch the horror movies that air during the Halloween season (they see enough real gore in their line of work, and that’s more than enough thank you very much)

Once they try to watch Final Destination 2 but end up switching the channel within the first few minutes

The concept is too ridiculous and the gore is too in your face for either of them to stomach

(Besides, Emily is really weirded out that the main character in the movie looks exactly like JJ if she were a brunette)

(JJ doesn’t see the resemblance)

Honestly, if you were to ask them what their favorite thing about fall is, both would immediately answer that it means a new season of Halloween Wars

The perfect way to end their week is cuddling up on the couch under a thick quilt with glasses of wine while watching The Cooking Channel

(They’re both completely in awe at how the artists and bakers create such amazing displays out of just pumpkins and sugar)

They often conflict on who they want to win (neither one of their picks has ever even made it to the final three, much to both of their dismay)

(And, yeah okay, maybe they both only watch Halloween Wars so they can come up with unique ideas when they carve their own pumpkins)

JJ’s pumpkins are always super cute and simple, but she makes use of all the pumpkin scraps to create whiskers or ears

Emily’s visions for her pumpkins are always way too ambitious, so she always ends up with a pumpkin carved all to hell with no decernable shape to her carving

(One time, JJ helps her carve a witch into her pumpkin and she’s so happy and so proud of it that she leaves it on the porch for weeks and weeks afterwards)

They both love helping the boys with their pumpkins

One time, JJ and Emily hold a friendly competition to see which team comes up with the more creative pumpkins (youngest vs oldest, so JJ’s with Michael while Henry teams up with Emily)

JJ and Michael make pirate pumpkins

(Michael gives his pumpkin an eyepatch and a “gold” tooth)

(it’s honestly adorable)

(JJ’s pumpkin has a “parrot” except she couldn’t find a toy bird that would work for her so it’s an orange worm on a string)

Emily and Henry make their pumpkins look like the teenage mutant ninja turtles

(Henry’s is Donatello and Emily’s is Leonardo)

And, well honestly, no one can pick which team did a better job so they all decide that their reward is four amazing pumpkins

(JJ’s porch definitely looks a lot cooler when she puts the pumpkins out for Halloween)

The best moments are honestly the ones where they all gather out on the porch swing, snuggled up together and drinking warm cider, or eating freshly baked cookies, as the sun sets

JJ and the boys practically smother Emily so that she’s never cold

It’s sometimes uncomfortable as hell, but Emily never complains because she’s content to just be with the people she loves the most

[sugarcoatedstarkey]

Issues (r.c) - part 2

pairing- rafe cameron x fem!reader

summary- a story on addiction and falling in love.

warning- language, drugs, parental abuse. (18+)

Things had turned bad, you promised yourself you’d quit. You lasted 3 days without a line of coke, it was the hardest three days of your life. Your heart never stopped vibrating your chest, your skin itching as if you had tiny ants under your skin and your eyes so dry from not being able to sleep.

That wasn’t the worst of it though, the gang knew something was up since you kept bailing. You hadn’t spoken directly to JJ in over a week, all his phone calls going unanswered. You knew you were being a bitch, but you really didn’t want to face him. First it was because of the bruises on your face and then when they did heal you still didn’t answer him.

You knew you needed to end things, you needed him to have a good life. His dad sucked, and he finally got a job that he was enjoying, your drugged-up ass needed to back away before you brought him under the bus with you.

So, you texted him and asked him to come over, you had a feeling he already knew why you messaged him. You thought he would want to end the relationship too but at this current moment you were unsure.

“JJ, I’m sorry I just don’t think it’s working” you chewed on the inside of my cheek. Eyes casted to the floor as you couldn’t bring yourself to watch the sadness etched on his beautiful face.

“What do you mean?” He questions his soft hands rubbing up and down your cool pale arms. You flinched slightly as he pulled you into a tight hug.

You wanted to sob, you wanted to tell him what was wrong. You wanted to beg for help, but you also just wanted to keep feeling good. You couldn’t deny the amazing high you got from cocaine and now you understood why your dad spent all your childhood off his face.

“We can’t, We just don’t fit together” you sigh, your face is pressed against his toned chest. You can hear his heart beat and it’s the quickest it’s ever been, the shake of his hands as they try to pull you closer into him.

Your heart ached as you realise he didn’t want to end things and it was only you who wanted to. It aches knowing you're breaking your best friends’ heart just to keep getting high, it aches knowing he’ll go back to the group and tell them you left him. It aches knowing he will confine in Kie.

“Why Y/N, I just don’t understand this sudden wanting to break up bullshit” JJ cries, his lower lip twitching as he holds back his tears. You hadn’t been together for very long, but you’d been friends with him since primary, he was more upset about this ruining everything than actually breaking up.

“I’ve been thinking about it for a while, you have to agree we work better as friends” you whisper, this time you look up at him and take in the look of defeat written over his beautiful face. But he nods and takes a step back from you.

“We work great as friends but also boyfriend, girlfriend. Why didn’t you talk to me sooner?” He questions, and now you realise he’s more upset that you’ve kept this to yourself. That you’ve been ditching them because you didn’t want to be with him, so he thought.

“I don’t know honestly, I guess I was worried we’d stop being friends” you lie, the only reason you didn’t talk to him sooner was because you were too busy getting high or hiding the bruises your dad left on you.

You didn’t want to break up, you loved him. But you knew this was best for him, he needed to get out of outer banks. He needed to follow the dreams he has. And this was the only way for him to do so. You were destined to stay in outer banks.

“We will never stop being friends” He states. your stomach feels heavy as you stare at him. You're thankful for him, you're thankful that he didn’t fight you on the matter. You're thankful you can still call him your best friend.

“I’m so sorry J, I hope you don’t hate me” you cry, you finally let the tears fall from your eyes as he pulls you into a tight hug. Probably the last soft hug you’ll receive from him for a while, you know you still needed to keep your distance.

“It’s okay, I promise it’s okay” he whispers into your hair, before you know it he leaves your home and the pit of your stomach feels heavy once more. You spend quite some time on your knees in front of the toilet, trying to make yourself sick. It never comes though.

You wanted to feel happy, you wanted to feel light and carefree. So, you shower, change and search for your purse. You had just enough to get a little extra from Barry until your shift tonight, then you were rostered every night for the next 7 days, so you would for sure make enough to top up again.

For the third time in your life you were outside the rundown trailer, your feet taking you through the overgrown pathway until you stood outside the door of Barry’s. No one was around surprisingly but it still didn’t help your nerves, your palms were sweating, and your throat tightened.

Your fist comes up to pound on the door and you can hear him yelling ‘coming’, the sound of his feet on the carpet van. You step back to give space for the door to swing open, you watch how his frown turns into a smirk and his eyes drink you in.

“I’ve got 100 bucks left until I work again, how much does that get me?” You question, you don’t bother with the formalities and jump straight into it. Your heart still aching from your break up with JJ not even 4 hours ago. You needed the high fast.

“I get no Hi?” He teases, he waves you into the trailer. You follow behind but leave a safe distance between you both. You're surprised that it’s not messy, it’s quite tidy for a piece of junk. It smells like cleaning product and you wonder if he just spent the morning cleaning.

“So, 100 bucks gets you this, but because you're becoming such a good customer I’ll add in a little extra” He says, you hand him the crisp hundred-dollar bill. His much larger hand grasping your wrist and placing the bag into your palm. Your fingers curl around the bag tightly as though he might snatch it back.

“Thanks” You say, you wait for his hand to drop your wrist, but it doesn’t. You look between him and where his hand is holding. Panic bubbles in your stomach, you’re not sure why though because he has never done anything before. In fact, you're still shocked at how he treated you after seeing the bruises your dad left.

“You seen your daddy recently?” He questions, his eyes dark as they stared down at you. You felt small under his gaze, you realize you hadn’t seen your father in a few days and the heavy feeling is back in your stomach.

“Why?” You question, your nose scrunching up when he pulls you into his chest, you can smell his cheap cologne invade your nostrils. Your heart hammers against your chest for what feels like the hundredth time today.

“I left you a little surprise” He whispers, his hand lets go of you just as the door of the trailer slams open and in comes Rafe. His skin sweaty and a frown etched on his face, he doesn’t notice you both at first as he turns back around to close the door.

You quickly take a few steps back from Barry to leave ample room between the both of you, Rafe’s eyes set upon yours and his frown dissolves. You press your lips into a thin line and push the bag into the back pocket of your shorts.

“Country club wassup?” Barry questions, walking over to clap hands with him. You bounce on the spot as you stare at the door they are both blocking, you wanted to leave but you didn’t want to interrupt them.

“Hi Y/N” Rafe says, to say your shocked that he remembers your name. After all, you are a pogue and had been dating JJ one of his enemies. He can sense you're shocked as you watch his lips turn up into his famous smirk, you can’t help the butterflies that swarm your belly.

“Oh, you do know each other then” Barry comments, his eyes stay trained on Rafe. You watch the way his fist bawls up slightly, you’re not sure what sort of dominance he’s about to set but you didn’t want to be a part of it.

“No, we don’t. I’m leaving, thanks Barry” You state, you slip through the gap they had created and make a swift exit through the crack of the door. You don’t wait for a goodbye and continue back home.

Your thoughts raced as you made your way home, you weren’t sure what Barry had meant by little surprise and you were sure why they both had acted so strange. You weren’t going to dwell on it for too long though, you had work in a few hours and still desperately needed to feel that high.

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You didn’t think today could get any worse, it was closing time and you’d been kicked to the curb by your boss. Alright your ex-boss, he’d noticed how you had started turning up to work high, he tried to give you the benefit of the doubt but when you had let loose on a poor old lady because she had turned around and complained about the soup you helped make.

Your boss couldn’t take it anymore, he let you go on the spot. You being as high as a kite ended up causing an even bigger scene and ended up punching him square in the jaw. You had literally been escorted and thrown onto the curb by his son, you shouted back that you’d sue them for assaulting you and he shouted back he would do the same to you.

So here you were crawling through the window of your bedroom wanting to go unnoticed by your father but instead you fell through and caused your salt lamp to come crashing down onto the hard cement. Your bedroom door slammed open not long after to reveal your dad.

Your mouth dropped open when you took in the bruises littering his face, his lip as fat as a cheerio sausage. You wanted to laugh at the fact that he finally got what he deserved but the moment his eyes set on you he was pouncing for you. His fist connected with your cheekbone causing you to cry out, he continued to punch at your face and then your arms when you tried to cover your bleeding face.

He kept shouting at you that this was your fault, that they had come for him because of you. You heard him mention Barry and not being able to buy coke, you couldn’t be a hundred percent sure what he said as your ears rang from the pain he was causing to your face.

When he felt like he had enough he walked out and left you bloodied and bruised on the bedroom floor, tears soaking your blood-stained cheeks. The pain causing a vibrating headache as you squeezed your eyes shut.

You were angry, so angry once you came back around. Your fist shake as you pound against your mattress, the noise from your dads stereo had ceased and silence filled the run down house.

You weren’t going to go out and check on him because you knew you’d do something stupid that ended with you being beaten again. So you snuck into the bathroom and locked the door behind you, stepping out of your dirty clothes and turned the shower on.

You spent a good time washing your body, being extra careful on your wounds. Once you were done you checked yourself out in the mirror, you unpacked the first aid kit and placed butterfly stitches on your forehead and cheek. Luckily nothing was too deep that you needed real stitches.

Your eyes once again swollen, you looked away and placed everything back. Putting on clean clothes you exited the bathroom once more and back into your bedroom.

Even though it hadn’t even been 24 hours since you’d seen Barry, it was roughly 2am in the morning. You had only used roughly 2 lines from your recently bought stash but your mind wouldn’t stop racing over the words your dad spat at you.

Was Barry’s comment about a surprise in regards to the bruises left on your dad? You couldn’t sleep without knowing, so you placed your jumper over your freezing body and sat yourself upon your bike.

Before you knew it you stood at Barry’s once more, staunching up to the trailer. You noticed multiple bodies laid out on the grass, some dancing around the fire. You noticed Barry sat upon his usual spot and there sat Rafe next to him.

“Barry!” You yelled, all eyes turned to look at the voice that interrupted the music. You notice the way both Barry and Rafe frown upon your face.

“What did you mean earlier about a surprise?” You shouted, you stormed your way over to them and stopped as they both stood up and towered over you.

“Apparently daddy didn’t learn his lesson about hurting women” Barry states, his hand delicately holding your chin between his fingers.

Your eyes flicker between the two of them, Rafe stepping closer to get a good look at your face. And for some strange reason you feel an odd comfort from the way they both look upon you as though you were a delicate flower and they needed to protect you.

[amphxtrite]

spencer reid x reader

chapter 2 • coffee or tea?

series summary: a new case brings the BAU to New York, investigating a string of murders involving girls who appear very similar. The unsub is relentless, desperate to fill the needs of his fantasy. In the midst of it, spencer meets the girl he been writing with, but had yet to see, prompting a love to blossom in the midst of the storm. Is disaster inevitable? Or will the duplicator’s rein fall?

warnings: mentions of kidnapping, murder, mainly fluff this chapter

chapter summary: the investigation continues, but the team is in dire need of rest after a late night of work. Spencer makes a call to the reader and a plan is put in place to meet, the only question Spencer will have to answer today is a simple one, coffee or tea?

taglist: @le-weasley-simp @thatsonezesty13 @paperandplasma @padsfirewhisky @clubfairy @kiramdd @peach-cliquee @goldeng1rl8​ (message/comment to be added)

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“Hotch here.” The unit chief’s voice states, raising his cell to his ear.

“Hey Hotch, this guy’s a romantic, he’s leaving roses and quotes from books at the scenes, we’ve found two already.” Rossi’s voice sounds through the phone.

“Roses? You don’t think-” 

“Yeah I do, he’s keeping them to try and make them fall in love with him.” Rossi sighs.

“But he’s angry, can’t handle the rejection for long.” Hotch finishes, nodding to himself. “Thanks Rossi, if you find anything else let me know.” He chimes, hanging up the phone and going to find JJ.

“Agent Hotchner!” A voice calls to the profiler, prompting him to turn.

“Yes that’s me.” He responds.

“Sorry, I’m Detective Dakota Trent, I’m also working on the case with Detective Kimathi, she’s just at the crime scene.” A brunette with close cropped hair greets the agent, shaking his hand.

“Good, have we come up with anything new yet?” Hotch asks, following Detective Trent to the interrogation rooms.

“Well we’ve talked to both Olivia’s fiancee and Georgia’s boyfriend. They’ve both got solid alibis and people to back up their claims, it’s not them.” Detective Trent shrugs.

“Have you heard about the roses yet?” Hotch questions, examining each of every person’s movements behind the glass.

“Yeah, Kimathi called me just before I found you, we’ve got a romantic serial killer?” They ask.

“What he’s experiencing probably isn’t love, it’d be impossible for him to feel it. My guess is this is an obsession over someone he’s lost or been rejected by.” Hotch explains. Detective Tent nods and points to another direction.

“Agent Jareau just finished interviewing Georgia’s family, you can find her through there.” They smile, Hotch thanks them and steps through.

The unit chief walks down a hallway and peers past each door until he finds the blonde sitting in an empty room; going over the case file again. 

“How are the families?” Hotch asks, stepping in.

“Torn apart.” JJ sighs, closing the file and leaning against the wall behind her. “Olivia’s mom just had enough in her to clear Alice, then she broke down into tears. Isabelle’s parents had it worse though; she was an only child, a miracle one too, her mother had troubles conceiving.” She continues. 

“And Georgia’s parents.” Hotch questions.

“Tried to be strong, but-” JJ pauses. “They could barely look at each other, let alone me.” She concludes sadly.

“Have any of them given any possible suspects?”

“Lots, mainly ‘strange’ ex boyfriends, but I had Garcia check them out and they’re clean.” The blonde shrugs, standing and following Hotch back out.

“They’ve given us a room to set up in, When Spencer gets back I want you to help him come up with a geographic profile.” Hotch nods, opening a door to a room filled with whiteboards and a large table.

“You got it, and maybe ask them to bring a coffee machine in, we’re gonna be up for a while.” JJ giggles, opening the case file again and placing the pictures of each scene up on the whiteboard.

“Hey we’re back from the ME, toxicology found ketamine in both victim one and two.” Prentiss states, opening the door to the board room with Spencer in tow.

“But not victim number three, does that mean he’s devolving?” JJ questions.

“Or she was a victim of opportunity, he couldn’t pass up the chance so he took her.” Spencer includes, shrugging his shoulders, and taking a seat next to JJ after seeing the map in front of her.

“Again it’s hard to know, but Morgan and Rossi found flowers at two of the dump sites so far.” Hotch tells Prentiss and Reid.

“Flowers?” Emily asks.

“A note too, some quotes about finding true love, we’re hoping you could help us with them kid.” Rossi suddenly chimes from behind the group, seeming disgusted at the thought of it. “We found the third one by the way, hidden in some bushes by the bridge.” 

“What did the cards say, Rossi?” Spencer questions, removing his gaze from the map.

“The first one said ‘I’ve never had a moment’s doubt. I love you. I believe in you completely. You are my dearest one. My reason for life.’ Second one said ‘He stepped down, trying not to look long at her, as if she were the sun, yet he saw her, like the sun, even without looking.’ Third one said ‘Do I love you? My god, if your love were a grain of sand, mine would be a universe of beaches.” Rossi lists reading off his tablet.

“All of those have to do with love alright, this unsub is absolutely infatuated with the idea of finding his true love.” JJ notes, looking at her own tablet.

“Maybe this unsub has some form of erotomania? Thinking all these girls love him, so he kidnaps them only for them to ruin his fantasy?” Derek suggests, fiddling with a pen in his hands.

“It would make sense why he’s keeping the girls only to kill them, and why they’re fed while he’s holding them.” Prentiss adds, looking to Spencer who looks deep in thought..

“Well now that we know more let’s get to work, we’ll deliver the profile in the morning so every officer can hear.” Hotch states, glancing out the window at the sky which had faded to an eerie black.

“I’ve got it!” Spencer suddenly exclaims. The team looks to him curiously.

“The first quote was from Atonement by Ian McEwan, the second quote was from Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy, and the last one was from The Princess Bride by William Goldman!” He explains, standing from his seat and writing each quote on the whiteboard.

“These are all famous quotes about love, some of my favourite books too. This unsub is educated, definitely enough to read classic literature-”

“Wait Spence, the other two I can get, but you’ve read The Princess Bride?” JJ asks, excitement lacing her tone.

“Um yes, I saw it at the library so I decided I’d read it.” Spencer murmurs, turning to the whiteboard again to hide the hitch in his voice. The truth was it was another book you had practically begged him to read, he couldn’t say no. Spencer would have never guessed it would have aided him in a case.

“Oh Spence, I love that book too, you should come over and watch the movie with me and Henry, I’ve been meaning to show him.” JJ continues.

Spencer sighs in relief. “Yeah that sounds good JJ.”

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“You’ve got to be joking.” A tired voice chimes from outside the door.

Hotch glances up at the voice, JJ inhales deeply as she wakes up, Prentiss and Spencer both take long sips from their coffee cups and Derek snores in his seat.

“Can we help you Detective Trent?” Hotch asks, turning to face them. Dakota doesn’t miss the dark bags under the unit chief’s eyes.

“Yes as a matter of fact, go to sleep!” Dakota smiles in a sickly sweet manner.

“I don’t think-”

“They’re right Hotch, you know we aren’t much help dead tired.” Rossi practically pleads.

“I could use some solid food too.” Emily adds, swirling around what remained of her fourth cup of coffee that night.

“You guys have a hotel for a reason, pretty much every other officer is either patrolling or at home, get some rest and we’ll see you in the morning.” Dakota smirks, waving the team off and heading towards the exit.

Hotch sighs and rubs his eyelids, feeling the relief of closing them before opening them again.

“Derek, Derek wake up!” JJ mutters, tapping on Morgan’s shoulder until he finally slumps forward, awake.

“Is it morning yet?” He grumbles.

“No, but we’re heading to the hotel now, and getting food.” JJ smiles, watching Derek perk up at the mention of something to eat. “What’s everyone in the mood for?” She asks, turning to everyone.

“M’ good with anything.” Rossi yawns, leaning against the door frame.

“There’s a shawarma place close to the hotel?” Spencer proposes, jabbing his thumb in the direction of the joint.

The team nods in agreement, shaking the tiredness off to walk back to the hotel.

Spencer enjoyed moments like this, when his team didn’t have to focus on a case for just a few moments, where he could let his mind rest for a minute.

“Hey player, meet any lovely New York ladies yet?” Derek chuckles throwing his arm over Spencer’s shoulder.

Scratch that, this is not what he had in mind.

“Nope.” He responds plainly.

“Right, right… What about that lady you’ve been writing too?” Derek teases, watching Spencer avert his gaze to the sky.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He murmurs. Derek’s smile grows.

“A mystery woman, Spencer I didn’t think you had it in you? Is she older? Rich maybe?” Derek lists playfully as Spencer rolls his eyes.

“Sorry Derek, maybe you’re just thinking too much.” Spencer shrugs, digging his hands into his pockets and sighing.

“Alright, I’ll back off.” Derek sighs, lifting his hands in mock surrender, only half telling the truth.

“Take a left here.” Spencer nods, pointing to a dimly lit building. “The shop is down there.” Spencer nods.

“I’ll go with the genius, you guys head back to the hotel.” Derek says, waving off the tired agents as he pushes Spencer forward towards the store. 

“Hey Morgan, do you mind if I call Garcia, I’ll meet you inside.” Spencer smiles as they reach their destination. 

Derek thinks nothing of it and nods, turning to swing open the door and order.

Spencer sighs and glances to both sides before turning and walking in the direction of the payphone. He had chosen this spot not only for convenience sake, but because there was a payphone right outside. It had been a while since Spencer had heard from you, and he felt bad not being able to read your letters.

Taking a deep breath he steps into the phone booth and dials your number.

“Thank you for subscribing to Lynn’s cat shop. Would you like to hear a fact about cat paws?” Your distinct voice chimes from the other end of the line.

“Well I do already know quite a bit, but hit me.” Spencer jokes back, smiling when he hears your audible gasp.

“Dr. Reid!” You laugh, sitting up straight from your lying position in bed.

“Hey what happened to cat facts?” Spencer teases gently, leaning against the side of the booth.

“I thought it was a spam call!” You justify, looking at the number again. “Hey Doc, this is a New York number-” You say slowly, putting two and two together. “You’re here! Are you on a case?”

“Yes actually.” Spencer replies with a soft smile. 

“Is it about that ‘duplicator’ guy I’m seeing on the news?”

“Yes, but don’t worry we’re doing well with the profile, and he’s only killing people that fit his victimology.” Spencer reassures you.

You remain quiet for a moment.

“Y/n? Are you still there?” Spencer asks, eyebrows drawing together at your sudden silence.

“Oh yeah, s-sorry Doc. Hey if you’re up for it, we could- meet up?” You ask, turning the conversation and popping the ‘p.’

“O-Oh.” Spencer stammers, caught off guard by your sudden proposition. “I-I mean I do have to work on the case…” Spencer sighs.

“But?” You plead, leaning into your phone.

“I can meet you earlier? Six am maybe?” Spencer offers quietly, feeling his voice break.

“Ooh you’re pushing it Doctor Reid, but I’ll manage.” You tease.

“Great! Great, um where do you want to meet?” Spencer asks, relief showing through his voice.

“There’s a park beside campus, my favourite spot is the field beside the cafe.” You smirk, dropping a not-so subtle hint.

“I-I’ll be there! Yeah See you then!” Spencer mutters in an excited tone.

“Sounds like a plan. Bye Spence!” You say in a sing-song voice before hanging up.

There it was again, Spence. No matter how many times he’s heard his name before, there was something special about you saying his name. Something that made him feel good.

“Spence…” He murmurs to himself, hanging the phone up and walking into the shawarma shop.

“Bout time pretty boy, what were you even calling about.” Derek asks, as he takes a bite from his wrap.

“Just checking if forensic found anything on the flowers yet.” Reid lies coolly.

“Anything?” Derek says in a muffled voice, throwing a wrap to the brunette.

“Not yet.” Spencer says in a slight yelp, just catching it before it falls.

“Oh well, it’ll probably be there in the morning.” Derek shrugs, picking up the bagged wraps. “Thanks again.” Derek waves to the owner before exiting the store.

“Did you know the origin of the word shawarma comes from the Turkish word çevirme, which means ‘turning’ which makes sense because of the-”

“Just enjoy the food pretty boy, just enjoy it.” Derek sighs, pushing the Shawarma up against Spencer’s mouth.

“Mm-” The younger agent protests, pushing his face back and snatching his shawarma back.

“Hurry up genius, the team is waiting.” Derek laughs.

The brunette rolls his eyes and shakes his head, but speeds up his walk beside his friend anyways.

---

Spencer wakes up to the sound of an alarm in his ear and without skipping a beat he sits up and throws his covers off, careful not to wake Derek sleeping in the bed next to him.

Slowly, he picks up his bag and tip toes to the bathroom, glancing at his watch, the time reads 5:00 am, still dark out. Spencer nods to himself.

Pulling on a white collared shirt and a black- no, black was too formal. Maybe red instead? No, this isn’t a date… “Blue.” Spencer murmurs, placing the tie around his neck and tying it slowly, being sure not to mess up. “Hi I’m Doc- no wait, hi I’m Spencer.” The brunette murmurs to himself as he ties his shoes. Spencer curses himself for only bringing converses and striped socks, but his jeans covered most of it to his relief.

“Hi I’m Spencer-”

“Spence, who are you talking to this early in the morning?” Derek’s drowsy voice groans from his spot in bed.

“I’m heading out early, I’ll see you later Morgan!” Spencer calls, pulling on his jacket to fend off the cool November air and swinging his bag over his shoulder so he could head back to the police department afterwards.

Stepping off the elevator, the hotel was practically empty, Spencer sighs in relief, he must have looked like a psycho constantly fixing his hair and tie. 

He exits the front door into the windy New York outdoors, suddenly regretting not wearing his scarf, but regardless, pushing on.

tousled brown hair swaying in the wind, Spencer checks himself in the glass of a building beside him, licking his chapped lips and swiveling his head back to the pavement ahead of him, careful not to bump into anyone.

Taking another turn, Spencer sees the sign for your university campus and feels his heart begin to race.

All of his thoughts began to jumble. What was his name again? Where was he going? A sudden squawk from a crow brings him back to himself, but his hot face and racing heart were impossible to shake.

As he grows closer to the coffee shop you mentioned to him, he begins to stumble, his feet beginning to fail him. He’s able to play it off as a funny walk, but when he spots the coffee shop, and beside it, the field. He completely stops.

A man grunts behind him, cursing at Spencer before turning and walking around him.

“Sorry.” Spencer murmurs, walking to the side of the pavement before crossing the street quickly.

Glancing down at his wrist again, his watch reads 5:45. Great, now he just had to sit and wait-

“What?”

Spencer’s thoughts are cut short when his vision is cut off by something...warm. Hands.

“Love is our true destiny. We do not find the meaning of life by ourselves alone-” A sweet voice whispers in his ear.

The melodic voice from across the phone, it was you!

“W-We find it with another.” He stammers out, smiling as he hears your laughter.

“Doctor Spencer Reid, finally we meet.” You sigh, removing your hands from his face and dropping them at your sides.

“Y-Y/n-” Spencer says, turning to face you. 

He freezes for a moment as his eyes adjust to the light again. Then his jaw drops.

“Y-You’re…” Spencer’s eyes follow your y/h/c hair, jawline, eye shape and height. 

“No, no, no, no.” Spencer murmurs, glancing from side to side, overanalyzing every single person in your vicinity.

This was impossible. So, so impossible, yet there you were. Your description matched those girls perfectly, yet here you were out in the open talking to him. You weren’t safe.

“I-I know Doc, but it’s okay, I’ve got my pepper spray and everything!” You reassure Spencer, squeezing his hand gently.

“Y/n, y-you fit this unsub’s type, you can’t just be out here like this it’s not safe!” Spencer snaps, pulling his jacket off by the sleeves and swinging it over your head to hide you.

Your eyes widen and Spencer’s stomach fills with dread.

“I-I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have yelled. I just want you to be safe.” Spencer explains, lowering his voice and leaning closer to you.

“It’s alright Spence. I knew the risk, but I just wanted to see you.” You mutter, crossing your arms and sighing.

“Hey, you- you finished Love and Living.” Spencer smiles softly, remembering the quote you whispered to him when you covered his eyes.

“Yeah, it just kind of stuck with me. Thomas Merton can really write.” You smirk, nodding your head a little.

“Well I certainly prefer him over J.C?” Spencer asks, sarcastically tilting his chin.

“J.K, but you already knew that.” You laugh, rolling your eyes.

“I did?” Spencer jokes, eyes widening when he finally realizes how close the two of you are to each other, his eyes shyly draw downwards.

“Ahem?” You smirk. “Eyes up here Doc.” 

“O-Oh it’s not like that, I swear.” Spencer rushes, quickly looking back up in panic.

“Hey Spence! I’m just teasing, it’s alright.” You stammer in a hushed tone, gently moving your hands to cup Spencer’s face as reassurance.

The hits just kept coming today. Spencer internally trembles, but nods, darting his tongue out again to hide his quivering lip.

“Hey, since we’re both just standing here, do you want to grab something to eat?” You shrug, awkwardly retreating your hands to your chest.

There it was again, the sound of his name on your voice.

“C-Coffee?” Spencer sputters. “How about coffee?” Spencer repeats, clearing his voice and moving his hands from your shoulders to his sides.

“Yeah, coffee sounds great Doc.” You nod, taking Spencer’s hand and pulling him forwards.

“I’ve been going to this place since my first year here, amazing coffee, tea, and even seasonal sodas.” You gush, squeezing his hand and opening the door to the local shop.

“Any idea of what you want to order?” You ask, turning to face the brunette and shifting his jacket from your head to your arms.

“Uh, regular coffee is fine?” Spencer’s voice comes out almost as a question, he feels himself growing timid at the size of the menu.

“I’ll tell Choi ssi to surprise you.” 

Spencer nods, his lips pulling up into a line.

“Ah if it isn’t my favourite little boba pearl, what can I get for you today?” A man in his late forties calls to you with a smile. “And who might this be?” Mr. Choi motions to Spencer.

“Choi ssi, I’d like you to meet my Doc.” You smile. Spencer feels his face heat up at ‘my’

“I-I’m Dr. Spencer Reid.” He explains, nodding to the man behind the counter.

“I’m Viktor Choi, and Doctor? Wow, how old are you kid?” Mr. Choi questions in slight awe.

“Twenty five.” Spencer answers plainly, shrugging his shoulders.

Viktor’s jaw drops.

“Yeah I get that a lot, are we gonna order now?” Spencer blurts, turning back to you.

“Yeah of course. I’ll have my boba, and Doc-” You pause, tapping Spencer on the chest. “Would like to be surprised.” You smirk.

“Oh adventurous.” Choi smirks back to you, raising his eyebrows. You nod.

Spencer’s eyebrows furrow, feeling something strange was awaiting him.

“Oh you’ll love it!” You smile, placing a paper bill on the counter and pulling Spencer towards a table.

From the shake of Mr. Choi’s head and your small smirk, Spencer made an educated guess you gave him more than what was expected.

“Here.” You point to an empty table beside one of the large windows that wrapped around the shop.

“A window seat.” Spencer smirks, sitting in the chair across from you.

“What, you have a profiler fact for me?” You tease.

“Well, people who prefer window seats are more selfish and easily irritable.” Spencer shrugs feeling his smile widen. 

“Hey I just like to feel the sun.” You protest, looking out into the busy traffic not too far from you.

“I see.” Spencer smirks, glancing over to see you gazing into the sunlight.

Spencer is caught off guard at first, beauty isn’t usually a thing he notices, but it would be impossible for him not to admire you.

Your e/c eyes seemed to glow in the sunrise, your hair shined and your smile grew and seemed to shine brighter than the sun could ever be, figuratively though, obviously. 

Strange, Spencer felt his hands clam up and heart began to race again.

“Order for miss boba and her doc!” Mr. Choi calls, drawing both yours and Spencer’s attention.

“You seemed like a coffee kind of guy.” He shrugs as you bring the two drinks back to your table.

Spencer smiles in acknowledgement before looking down at what looked to be a simple coffee with a rim of milk foam and- Spencer furrows his eyebrows, chocolate shavings.

“Don’t be deceived, his coffee packs a punch.” You smirk, stirring your drink with the straw poking out of it.

“Good.” Spencer nods, drawing a laugh from you, as he lifts the mug to his lips and blows on the hot liquid, finally getting a taste.

The first thing that hits Spencer is the sweetness, just the right amount that made him smile as he drank it. The next was how rich it is, practically gliding over his tongue like melted chocolate, of course just not as viscous. 

You must have noticed a change in his demeanor because you begin to giggle to yourself.

You couldn’t help it, the look on Spencer’s face was too good not to notice.

His eyes widened, brows raised to his hairline and he tilted the cup higher in an instant to get more.

“Adorable.” You sigh to yourself, not realizing you had said it out loud until Spencer suddenly chokes on his drink.

“Oh my god, Spence are you alright?” You worry, holding a napkin to his chin as drops of coffee spill past his lips. 

The brunette nods, bringing the drink back down onto the table to see he had already drunken half of it.

“It’s good right?” You grin, pulling the napkin away but not moving back just yet.

Spencer nods, already feeling a buzz, but unsure if it was from the coffee or your sudden proximity, or you calling him adorable.

His ears felt as though they were burning, and this time he couldn’t blame the coffee.

Timidly glancing up, it seemed as though you could say the same for your cheeks.

Spencer lifts his mug up again to take another sip of his beverage, clearing his throat a bit before speaking again.

“I-If it makes you feel any better, I find you rather endearing, myself.” Spencer says just above a whisper, too nervous to look you back in the eye.

“Thank you Spencer.” You smile, feeling a rush of warmth in your chest and in your face.

Without thinking you look up and tilt Spencer’s chin back up to face you. His eyes read amazement and sheepishness, prompting a giggle from you.

Usually Spencer would have pushed the hand touching him away, ready to list facts about germs to make sure no one in the general vicinity would try that again. But there was something about his racing heart and your gentle hands that smelt of lavender, that made it impossible for any words to come out at all, he barely wanted to move.

“Hey Doc, do you feel like going for a walk?” You ask, stroking your thumb down Spencer’s cheek to catch his attention again. 

“Yeah, yeah a walk.” Spencer glances down at his watch, 6:24.

“I have to be back at the station for seven, but I can walk you back to your dorm?” Spencer offers, half suggesting it just to make sure you got back safely.

“What a gentleman.” You smirk standing and prompting Spencer to follow you. “You can drop the cup off at the counter over there.” You say, Spencer nods, standing and placing the mug at the counter for an employee to sweep it away in seconds.

“Now come on, we’ve still got time for me to give you a little tour.” You grin, putting a bit too much emphasis on little.

To the profiler’s surprise, you take his hand into yours as you wave goodbye to Mr. Choi.

“Bye my little boba pearl and Dr. Boyfriend!” He shouts out to you and Spencer as you exit the door. Spencer doesn’t even have time to sputter out a correction before you’re pulling him towards your campus. 

“Isn’t he the best! He and his husband have been running that place for years, the best coffee in the city if you ask me.” You chuckle, slowing your speed to a steady walk beside Spencer.

“Yeah, we should go again sometimes.” Spencer shrugs, finally closing his hands around yours, growing accustomed to the feeling.

“D-Did you know that multiple studies, including one conducted at the University of California Los Angeles, show that human touch triggers the release of oxytocin, in our brain. Oxytocin is-” 

“A neurotransmitter that increases feelings of trust, generosity and compassion, and decreases feelings of fear and anxiety, aka the love hormone.” You finish, smiling up at him reassuringly.

You knew Spencer began listing off random facts when he felt he’d made an atmosphere awkward. You’d started noticing these cues once the two of you began talking on the phone, so you made sure to ensure everything was fine to him. 

“Yeah, t-that’s the one.” Spencer mutters.

The brunette was always cut off while he tried to explain a statistic or fact. He knew it was never to hurt him in any way, but it still got frustrating for him when he was talked over.

When you cut him off on the other hand,  it is to finish his sentence and complete the fact. He was starting to see why so many people found this gesture romantic.

Your smile grows as you notice Spencer’s eyes downcast on your hands.

Rounding the corner deeper into your campus, you stop at a couple spots to tell Spencer more about your school life and how your studies were going.

“I can’t believe I’m really graduating this year.” You sigh dreamily, looking up into the sky.

“Do you have any ideas where you may want to work?” Spencer asks as you lead him to a fountain in the centre of a field.

“Well, not exactly, but I’ve still got time to decide.” You grin, digging into your pocket for something Spencer couldn’t see.

“You know the BAU will always be an option.” Spencer shrugs, watching you pull out a shiny quarter.

“I dunno doc. All that stuff might not be for me.” You sigh, closing your eyes for a moment before flipping the coin into the water of the fountain.

“Yeah I guess serial killers and psychopaths aren’t everyone's cup of tea.” Spencer says seriously, causing you to break out in a fit of giggles.

“Do you believe in wishes coming true Spence?” You continue laughing, pulling Spencer in the direction of your dorm.

Spencer’s head snaps up at his name, but his eyebrows furrow.

“Well the act of throwing valuables into water hasn’t always been for wishing, it used to be for worshipping gods and other deities, but as the years went by it became popularized to wish for things by throwing something of value into the basic fundamental of human life.” Spencer pauses looking to you apologetically.

“It’s okay Spence, I’m listening.” You smile.

“Oh okay- First used to honour gods, people began asking for favours such as a good harvest or for a loved one to get well from a sickness which is where wishing wells came from.” Spencer nods, squeezing your hand as a silent ‘thank you.’

“So to answer my question-” You draw on, looking curiously into Spencer’s hazel eyes.

“While there’s no sound science to prove anything, I don’t see why people can’t have something to believe in, as long as they understand if it doesn’t come true.” Spencer shrugs, stopping when you do, outside a large building.

“So I’ll take that as a yes, but.” You smirk.

“I suppose, besides sometimes the wishes do come true out of pure coincidence, but you can never say that.” Spencer shrugs.

“It sounds like you speak from experience.” You laugh, nudging him in the side.

“My friend Penelope wished I’d get my haircut, but didn’t tell me until I did, three months later.” Spencer chuckles.

Both of you knew you were supposed to say goodbye now, if you remained just standing there any longer you’d become a problem for sleep-deprived students. Not a good mix.

But neither of you could find the will to move, your hands stayed interlocked and your smiles remained as Spencer began talking more about a couple books and some more facts about wishing wells.

“Y/n?” A loud voice calls to you from afar. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you!” The voice chimes again, slowly getting closer.

“Oh I’m sorry Adira, I was meaning to tell you.” You apologize, letting go of Spencer’s hand to turn around and speak to the person calling you.

For a minute Spencer forgot how to function his hand, he just sort of hovered it in the air for a second, before regaining his train of thought and dropping his hand back to his side and turning.

“I’ve been worried sick y/n, you haven’t been answering your phone and with that ‘duplicator’ guy running around-” Adira begins, cutting off to wrap her arms around you. “Don’t do that again, please.”

“Alright, I’m sorry Adira, but I had a friend with me, see.” You smile, turning her to face Spencer.

“Hello.” Spencer greets awkwardly, placing his hands into his pockets and nodding.

“Wait he sounds just like-” Adira pauses. “That’s Doc?” They pause, jaw dropping as she begins tugging on your sleeve.

“Yes- that’s him.” You smile, tapping on her hand to try and get her to stop before your face overheats.

“Okay okay!” Adira laughs, rolling her eyes as she fixes her headscarf and extends her hand.

“Nice to finally meet you, y/n has not stopped talking about you since you started writing to each other-”

“Adira!” You intervene, bringing your hand to your face to hide your blush.

“Wow you’re even cuter than the photo-”

“Okay, we still have that project to work on right, let’s go.” You laugh nervously, pushing Adira towards the door of your dorm room as she remembers something.

“Oh right, I’ve been meaning to ask you about that.”

“Perfect, we’ll finish it up when we get inside.” You smile.

“Nice jacket by the way, where’d you get it?” Adira comments, poking the black suit jacket on your arm, and then back again at Spencer standing in a collared shirt and tie.

“Y/n!” She laughs teasingly, turning around and grabbing a hold of your shoulders.

“I’ll head in on my own, now have fun, but not too much fun.” She smirks, pushing you back towards Spencer before walking into the building and throwing you a wink.

“I-I’m-”

“There’s no need to apologize, I’m rather flattered you talk about me.” Spencer shrugs, looking down at the ground subtly.

“Well of course I do, you’ve become a big part of my life y’know.” You smile, taking Spencer’s large hands into yours.

Spencer smiles fondly, hiding the internal regret he held, the profiler had yet to tell any of his friends about you, wanting to have this one thing for himself in his twisted world.

Squeezing your hands, Spencer nods and glances down at his watch.

“I should get back to the station.” The brunette murmurs.

“You should get back to the station.” You reply, loosening your grip only for Spencer to pull you back.

“I-I’m happy I got to meet you by the way, please call me if you need anything, or just to talk.” Spencer pushes his lips back in a forced smile, he was reluctant to leave you alone.

“I will Spence. Catch that guy for me alright?” You smirk, wrapping Spencer in a short hug before shrugging off his jacket, placing it over Spencer’s shoulders and turning to finally walk into the building.

Spencer barely had time to react to your gesture, but while he processed it, he simply stood there. It was as though you had left an imprint of yourself on him, a reminder you were real, and really held him. He was truly awestruck.

His suit jacket held the faintest scent of your perfume, the feeling of your arms lingered on his torso and his hands still reached for yours though you were long gone.

This feeling was foreign to the brunette, but not rejected. Spencer quite enjoyed it after all.

After a few moments of not moving the brunette finally picks up his feet and turns to leave, not noticing the figure not too far away clenching his fists so hard, blood begins to trickle slowly out.

[thatsgay-writes]

Elle Greenaway x Reader

Summary: Elle makes a shocking discovery after they catch an unsub. (Follows along season 1 episode 7)

Warning: Criminal Mind stuff

The reader is given a name, for certain purposes and it is third person on purpose.

Word Count: 2.5k

Dr. Thomas Fuller wrote, “with foxes, we must play the fox.”

---

“Bad?” Agent Hotchner asks as Elle handed him a folder. “The worst.” Elle responds as they head to the round table room. Gideon stood in front of a board as he looked at all of the images. “Crawford family. Murdered 3 days ago.” He says just as Derek walked in, “Saw it on the news.” He says as he takes a quick look at the board as he walks by. “They were found in the basement of their house...” Gideon says, still staring at the images. “Bags packed for a vacation they never took.” JJ continues for him. “Report said it was a murder/suicide. The father stabbed the mom, then shot himself.” Derek says as he sits down, still not fully sure as to why they were taking it as a case. “That’s the conclusion the Maryland State police came to. The gun was next to the father, he had gunpower residue on his right hand.” JJ states as she states a few things listed on the report in front of her. “And now you must have some compelling reason to think that Chris Crawford didn’t off his family?” Derek asks, looking to JJ for a response. “Yeah. Another murdered family. The Millers-- found a month ago. The mother, Reese Miller, her two children and her new husband. Again, they were found in the basement and like the Crawford's, their suitcases were packed for a vacation.”

---

“Elle!” Bailey yelled as she ran towards her girlfriend. Elle Greenaway and Bailey Woods had been friends since Kindergarten, both managing to stay in the same school all the way through middle school and up to high school. In 8th grade, they both finally confessed the feelings they held for each other. “Bailey?” Elle asked in concern as she watched her girlfriend run up to her, tears visibly rolling down her face. “Bailey, baby, what’s wrong?” Elle asked as she scooped the younger girl, by a few months, into her arms. “Did someone do something? Tell me who and we can beat them up together.” Elle said, semi-seriously. You just shook your head as you held onto her shirt tightly. It was the week before Junior year ended, the only tears falling from your face should be happy ones. “What happened?” Elle asked concerned, you had never acted like this before. She knew it couldn’t have anything to do with your dad since he was home for the next few months.

Elle made a split second decision and led you out of the school before any of the teachers could notice. “C’mon, let’s go.” She said to you as she opened the passenger door to your car. She had taken the keys from your pocket, knowing you were in no condition to drive. As she drove to your secret spot, you managed to calm down some and were taking deep breaths to calm all the way down. Elle parked in one of the parking spots at the top of the abandoned parking garage and turned off the car. “Can you tell me what’s wrong now?” She asked as she reached over the middle section and grabbed your hand. You took a few more deep breaths before looking up at her, heartbreak shone through your eyes. “I’m moving.”

---

Elle stood outside the interrogation room as she watched Reid talk to Eric Miller. “Is that what this is about, hmm? You think I’m crazy, man? You think I suddenly snapped and slaughtered my own wife and kids?” Eric kept asking questions as he got more and more agitated. “You think I did this? Huh? Is that what you think!?” Eric yelled as he suddenly stood up. Elle looked to Hotch with wide eyes before they entered the room. “Sit down.” Hotch told Eric firmly. Reid was the youngest on the team and it was his first time doing an interrogation solo, so Elle and Hotch were a little protective over him. “Is this your daddy?”

--- South East Washington D.C

Elle sat quietly in her seat as she sat in the back seat of the car as they drove towards the address Hotch and Garcia had found while snooping through the Crawford’s financials. Reid and Hotch both shared a look at the unusually quiet Elle. Usually when in the car, she would be looking over a file or talking to others to understand more about the case but tis time she was just staring out a window. “Is... Um, is everything okay?” Reid asked, his voice going a little high at the end of his question. His question shook Elle out of whatever she was thinking about, “Yeah... Maryland just brings back some memories...” You’ve been here before?” Hotch asks, concerned about the other agent but also making sure that nothing would intervene with the case they were working on. Elle sat silently for a few seconds before answering right as they pulled up to their destination, “No.”

“Federal Agents!” “FBI” “Federal Agents!” “Clear!” Hotch, Elle, and Derek all yelled simultaneously as they busted through the front door of the home. Elle scrunched her nose in disgust at the sight of the home, “Cleanest thing in here...” She muttered as she kicked what looked like an empty dog bowl. She stayed at the front of the house with Gideon and Reid as Derek and Hotch went deeper into the home. She watched with a questioning gaze as Gideon walked over to the wall and picked up a single painting that was hanging. “What’s that?” She asked as Gideon looked down at the drawing. “It’s a child’s painting. It’s a colonial house. Mom, dad, 2 children out front holding hands.” Gideon listed what he saw. “And a big dog.” She states as she looks over his shoulder.

---

Bailey and Elle laid together in her bed, the end of summer coming faster than ever before. She and Elle had spent almost all their time together, going on dates, spending nights at each other’s houses, etc. Anywhere Elle went, Bailey were there, and anywhere Bailey went, Elle was there. Right now the two of them were laying in Bailey’s bed watching T.V. “Stop staring at me.” Elle mumbles as she stares at the television. Bailey lets out a breath of air and rolls her eyes with a groan, “Love meeee, I want attentionnnnn.” She draws out causing Elle to playfully roll her eyes in response. “Fine, come here.” Elle says as she opens her arms out for Bailey to lay in. Bailey plays with Elle’s hair as she laid her head on her girlfriends chest. “I want kisses...” “Bailey repeats over and over again, like a chant. “Geez, someone is clingy today.” Elle states as she sits up and leans back against the wall. Bailey shifted around so she was now straddling Elle. “I leave in 3 weeks... I just wanna kiss my girlfriend.” Bailey pouts as Elle finally gives in. “Okayyyy.” She says with fake annoyance.

Bailey and Elle were deep into a make out session when her door suddenly busted open. “Eww!” “Ezra!” Bailey yelled as her sister covered her eyes with her arms. “Eww! Not you too! Mommy and daddy were doing that too!” The 5 year old yelled causing Bailey to laugh. Bailey gets off of Elle’s lap and picks up her little sister. “Aww,” Bailey says with a fake pout, “Do you feel left out?” Bailey starts kissing all over Ezra’s face causing the little girl to giggle and try to get away. “No! Eww! Stop it!” Ezra yells as she gets out of Bailey’s hold and pretends to rub away the kiss in fake disgust. Bailey just rolls her eyes at her sisters action. “C’mon, let’s go see if Benson is awake. We’ll be right back Elle.” Bailey says over her shoulder as she and Ezra leave the room. Elle laid back on Bailey’s bed as she left the room, staring at the ceiling. All she could think about was how in love with the younger girl she was.

Her train of thought got cut off as a small body was laid on top of hers. Elle immediately moved her arms to hold him and make sure he didn’t fall off of her. “Hey buddy...” She said in a baby voice as Bailey laid down next to her and pulled her into her. Bailey let out a groan as Ezra jumped on top of her before snuggling up. “Alright... What do you want to watch?”

---

“Okay. No, I understand. Yeah, I figured as much. Thank you.” Derek says as he gets off the phone. “He’s been staring at those pictures all morning.” Elle states as she stares at Gideon who is staring at the drawings done by the murdered children. “well, I sure hope he sees a connection cause I’ve checked doctors, lawyers, travel agents, tutors, contract workers. I got nothing.” Derek says as Hotch walks by. “Why target those families?” Elle wonders still watching Gideon. “Well, to know that, we have to know how.” Hotch says as he sits down and continues looking at the file in his hands.

“ We know organized killers are often skilled workers with above-average intelligence. High birth status. And in most cases...male. In the workplace, he's socially confident. And with women...sexually confident. Every offense...is preplanned. Targeting the victim is almost as pleasurable as the actual kill. These guys, they're...they're meticulous. It's a compulsion. Everything has to have its proper place. They do exhaustive amounts of research on their victims. They watch their every move every last detail is observed. Everything has to be written ever so neatly in a book or possibly a journal. When the kids are comin' home from school. When daddy'll be home. Playtime. Suppertime. Bath time. Bedtime. Plan the work...work the plan. This is the way that he maintains control. It's also how he personalizes his target... So nothing's left to chance. Absolutely nothing... Is left out of place, ever. So he plans the work... And when he's good and ready, he works that plan. He takes great pride in his job. I think the workplace has to be the connection.” Derek says as they go over everything they have learned about the unsub.

Gideon walks out of the room he was in with two drawings in his hands. He holds both the pictures up side by side. “Both are by Emily, painted months apart.  This one...is full of color, life. The one I found at Emily's house has lines, dimensions. No color. I believe Emily was coerced to make this. It's a point of view. It is his point of view. This is where the killer stood, just watched the family.” Gideon says after having finally figured out the connection of the paintings to the case. Hotch drops a ring on the desk he was leaning on, letting it spins some before picking it up. “Each of the dead husbands was missing his wedding ring. This is the unsub’s trophy.”

---

Bailey and Elle sat on the edge of the cliff at their special place. Trying to soak up as much time as they could before Bailey had to leave in a few hours. “I can’t believe you’re leaving...” Elle state as she leans her head against Bailey’s shoulder. “We had everything planned out too...” She trails off, looking at the scenery in front of her. “Hey don’t speak like that...” Bailey says as she holds Elle’s face in her hands. “It’s just one school year apart and then we will go to college together like we planned.” Bailey states before she pauses. “Look, I’m going to make you a promise, okay?” Elle raised an eyebrow at Bailey skeptically, promises were a big thing for Bailey, she never broke them. Bailey lets go of Elle’s face and pulls a ring from her pocket. “No before you freak out, this is my dad’s ring.” Bailey says with a slight laugh as she watches Elle’s eyes get big before returning to normal. “Now, you know me and my dad are close... When I was 5 and he got sent on the first deployment I remember, I cried like a baby for weeks on end. It actually got so bad my mom had to take me out of school one time.” Bailey says with a smile as she stares down at the ring in her hand.

“When dad came back and heard about it, he got his ring modified.” Elle watches with slight confusion as Bailey slid the ring a certain way and it split in half. “And now, whenever he gets deployed, I get this half of the ring so I always have a piece of him with me.” Bailey continues her story as she puts the larger part of the ring on a chain. “It’s obviously too big to fit on my ringer so mom bought a chain to put it on.” Bailey says as she puts the chain around Elle’s neck and closes the clasp. “I asked my dad and he said it was okay for me to give my part to you so you know that I am always with you and thinking about you.” Bailey says as she gives Elle a goofy smile. Elle tries to cover her crying but lets a few tears slip. “Hey, it’s okay...” Bailey says as she pulls the girl she loves into a hug. “Senior year will be over before you know it and we’ll be back together again.”

---

The group all sits around the table in silence as Gideon stares into the box that Hotch had found in Karl Arnold’s office. Everyone’s heart dropping as Gideon lets the contents of the small box drop and 8 rings fall onto the table. Every sat in silence feeling remorse for whatever families had lost their life’s to Dr. Arnold. Elle takes a moment to look at each ring and feels herself get nauseous at the sight of one ring that looks a little different from the others. It can’t be... She thinks as she slowly reaches out, ignoring the looks from her friends, and grabs the ring that made her feel sick. She takes a minute to study the ring, her heart beating faster at how familiar it is. She can feel her friends and coworkers staring at her in confusion, wanting to know why she had picked up the ring.

Elle reach's into her shirt a little and pulls out a ring of her own. The group shares a confused look, wondering where the ring had came from and how long she had had it. Elle takes it off the chain and slides the two rings together like she had seen you do ten years ago. The clicking sound it made not only signifying the two rings becoming one but also her heart breaking into two. Elle looks up to see Hotch and Gideon looking at her with a worried face, it was obvious that Elle knew who that ring belonged to. Seeing her friends face’s filled with sorrow was enough for the dam to break and the tears to flow.

---

“Elle! Guess what!” Bailey yelled excitedly into the phone as Elle picked up. Elle laughed at her excitement. “What?” “I get to go on vacation tomorrow!”

[theoswriting]

fault line [part. i]

summary: To y/n, freedom feels like wind in her hair, sounds like old school rock'n'roll and tastes like Elle's lips. From the fire in front of them comes warmth. With every passing second, bloodied clothes burn beyond the point of recognition.

pairing: elle greenaway x fem!reader

a/n: uhm okay, this totally got out of hand. from that request, my brain went crazy and I ended up having to cut it into two, so this is part 1. Hopefully I'll post part 2 in a couple of days. I feel weird about this story, but I hope you'll enjoy it at least a tiny bit, haha.

warnings: mentions of rape and sexual abuse (nothing graphic), murder but it's pretty lowkey, sociopathy?, bad profiling, 

ao3

Jennifer Jareau's steps are hurried when she walks from her office to Hotchner's. 

She can feel the eyes of Prentiss, Morgan and Reid following her as she crosses the bullpen. She ignores them, the files she's holding in her hands are far more important. She doesn't wait for an answer after she knocks, not caring that she's interrupting Hotchner in the middle of a phone call. 

Hotch doesn't startle at the irruption, and when he sees the urgency in the liaison's eyes, he doesn't hesitate before saying, "I'm afraid I'll have to call later," to whoever was on the other side of the line. 

"We have a bad one."

***

To y/n, freedom feels like wind in her hair, sounds like old school rock'n'roll and tastes like Elle's lips.

Elle's hand rests on y/n's thigh as she drives with the other, sunglasses covering her eyes as she stares at the road straight ahead. There's a strength in the way she holds the steering wheel, getting them to their next destination with nothing but confidence. As she looks her over, y/n feels a familiar spark wake inside her. It makes her lean towards the driver's side to drop a long kiss on the corner of Elle's mouth. 

Elle doesn't hesitate to turn her head and make it a real kiss, the kind that always leaves y/n breathless and wanting more. When Elle leans back to focus on the road again, the car has swerved to the other side of the road and Elle brings it back to the right lane. 

Not that it matters. It's been hours since they had passed another car, not  a lot of traffic in the middle of the Nevada desert. And if they were to drive off the road, what a way to go, y/n thinks. She'd happily die twice if it meant dying with Elle kissing her with all the love and passion in the world. That'd probably be the only way y/n would ever make it to heaven. 

For now, she leans her head on Elle's shoulder and sighs contentedly at the kiss her girlfriend drops on her temple. 

"I think we can stop soon," y/n says after seconds, "We're far out enough, and I really need to stretch my legs."

It's barely fifteen minutes later when y/n finally gets to use her legs after being in the car for so long. As she stretches, Elle stands beside her, drinking from a water bottle. She passes it to her and y/n thanks her. The heat of the desert is heavy around them, but y/n barely feels it. 

The warmth comes from the fire in front of them, small and controlled. 

With every passing second, bloodied clothes burn beyond the point of recognition. 

***

"LAPD called me this morning for a consultation on two cases they suspected might be connected."

Everyone looks at the files as JJ begins presenting the case. 

"First victim, Matthew McGregor, 36, was killed with a single gunshot wound to the head a year ago after he came home from a party," She explains, "Second victim, Eric Laurens, 28, two days ago, same M.O., single GSW to the head coming home from a party."

JJ sees Derek nod slowly as he reads over the information again, "Seems pretty clear to me that they're connected."

Emily hums in agreement, "And both had gotten arrested on rape charges, but weren't convicted, prior to their deaths."

"A vigilante?" Rossi theorises out loud. 

"There's more," JJ sighs as she clicks on the remote. Five more men appear on screen, a picture from their driver's license and one from a crime scene, "LAPD aren't the only ones who called about similar cases."

Spencer frowns at the screen, "Wyoming, Illinois, New York, these are from all over the country," he observes. 

"Yeah" JJ nods, "And the oldest murder goes back to 2007, the most recent being Eric Laurens two days ago."

"That's seven victims over the last 3 years," Derek observes and that's when Hotch gets up to stand next to JJ.

"Seven that we know of," He says, "We might have a transient serial killer in our hands. We'll be flying out to LA to see what we can learn from the most recent crime scene. I've already asked Garcia to look for unsolved murders with a similar M.O. all over the country, we'll debrief more on the jet. Wheels up in 20."

Without another word, all the agents leave the room to gather their belongings and get to the plane that'll take them to their case. 

***

After being together for almost four years, y/n and Elle had settled into a routine. It was inevitable, y/n guessed, that after so much time together. Some things were bound to become repetitive. 

Elle always takes the left side of the bed, while y/n prefers the right. Elle always cooks if they want their food to be edible, and y/n always cleans up. When it comes to coffee, though, y/n always makes it, Elle's always coming out too strong for both their tastes. When it comes to work, Elle excells at planning while y/n handles the social part.

Their routine is rooted in balance though, and y/n loves the way they compliment each other.

y/n lures the men, Elle shoots them. 

She worries sometimes. She worries that their lives are getting boring, that they have settled into this routine too comfortably and forgotten how to surprise each other. 

"Mmmh," y/n feels Elle stretch next to her, "G'morning."

Her worries never last very long. How could they, when all y/n has to do is look at Elle to realize that there is no way she's ever falling out of love with the woman. 

"Good morning," She replies, getting closer to her girlfriend to drop a kiss on her lips. Elle hums contentedly into the kiss and y/n can't help the grin that takes over her features. When Elle leans back, she keeps her eyes closed and settles back into her pillow and y/n bites her lip as she watches her. 

"We need to go soon," Elle mutters.

y/n quickly agrees, even though she's pretty sure no one is on their tails. They can never be too careful. Never stay in a place too long if you don't want to get trapped. They'd stopped in a random motel for the night, paid in cash, left most of their stuff in the car, ready to take off at any time. 

It was the way things always were the days that'd follow one of their… projects.

Some would consider this lifestyle tiresome. y/n, however, thinks she's the luckiest person in the world. In the last four years, she's travelled through the country and seen the most beautiful sights with the woman she loves by her side. Sure, they have a job to do, but it's never really felt like a job to y/n. She's always heard that people weren't supposed to enjoy their jobs, that's always what grownups had complained about when she was a kid. 

And y/n? Well, she enjoys her job very much. 

***

Reid stares at the board in front of him. He's just put up all the information they have so far and it's… a lot. 

Or rather, there's very little useful information, but many, many, victims. Garcia has managed to find an overwhelming number of unsolved cases with a similar modus operandi: men, killed by a single gunshot to the head on their way home from a party, all previously accused of rape or sexual misconduct. 

They are up to 32 possible victims on top of the 7 they started with, from all over the country. That number only keeps going up the longer Garcia keeps looking. 

By now, they are pretty sure all these cases are connected, even though no evidence connects them directly to each other. Even ballistics couldn't link the different shootings. 

They're missing something. Spencer only wishes he knew what that was. 

On the jet, they'd all agreed on a few things concerning the preliminary profile. Their unsub was most likely highly intelligent and had military or law enforcement training. It was most probably a man in his mid-thirties, carrying out his own justice after the system failed him or someone close to him. He was organized, evident by the lack of clues left behind. Whoever the unsub was, he might even have stalked his victims prior to the crimes. 

It sounds right on paper, but something is missing. Spencer knows it. 

Something is missing.

***

y/n's hand is wrapped around a cup of coffee as she sits on the patio of a little shop. Her sunglasses are small, barely protecting her from the rays coming from the sun above. It's almost noon.

The world is an ugly place. 

That statement had made its way into y/n's head years ago, laying roots, unmoving. With every stroke of her father's anger, with every touch of a man's hands, the roots dug deeper and deeper until they found their way to y/n's heart. The world held no justice for people like y/n. They didn't care about the bruises, the touching, the screaming for help, they never listened. 

She had learned a long time ago that if she wants something, she needs to do it herself. 

"How can you be married to someone like that?" Elle suddenly speaks up from next to her. 

When y/n looks at her, Elle's eyes are fixed onto the man they'd followed. He's at the restaurant on the other side of the street, right in front of the coffee shop. He's sitting with his wife, holding her hand and y/n tilts her head.

"Maybe she doesn't know."

Elle's eyes don't leave the couple, her face still contorted in disgust, "Then, we're doing her a favor."

It brings a smile to y/n's face. The way Elle's voice sounds resolute, confident. It's comforting. It reminds her that she's right to trust Elle, that Elle hates the world just as much as she does and that she'd gladly watch it burn with her. It makes her want to lean in and kiss her, but that would attract too much attention. Instead, she reaches out for her hand and brings it up to her lips. Elle shoots her a small smile, and y/n's heart warms.

It's impressive how a smile from Elle offers y/n a reassurance she hadn't even known she craved. It had always been her against the entire world, the only love she knew was the love she was willing to give to herself. That hadn't always been easy.

Then, she'd met Elle and she had shared a story so different from y/n's but the consequences of it felt familiar. It made sense that y/n had been drawn to her, the strength Elle exuded softened by the understanding y/n saw in her eyes each time she talked. 

The world was an ugly place, but Elle Greenaway makes it worth holding on for a little longer. 

***

"The body was found right where you're standing," Derek says as he looks back at Prentiss from a few feet ahead, "Which means our unsub must've been standing right here," He adds, pointing to the ground under his feet. 

He looks around him as Prentiss voices his exact thought, "There's no way he didn't see the unsub coming. There aren't any good hiding spots out here."

They're standing next to a fence, on the outside of a park, "The sidewalk is big, no trees, or parking allowed, so no cars to hide behind," Derek observes, "Which means our unsub is unsuspecting, someone the victims wouldn't consider a threat."

Emily nods and starts looking up, in search of camera surveillance. Two catch her eye, on the other side of the street and she points out to Derek with a raised eyebrow. Local PD hadn't found anything of use but they decide to call Garcia anyway. If anyone could find something, it was her. 

As Morgan talks to their tech analyst, Emily walks past him, then back, retracing the steps their unsub had most likely taken two nights ago. When she stops, she raises her hands, mimicking a gun and aiming at where the victim would've been standing. Whoever it is, they're a good shot which makes her think they were right in saying the unsub had some kind of firearm training. 

She sighs as she drops her hands down and puts them on her hips. As she looks around again, a thought crosses her mind, "Where did Mr. Laurens live?"

Derek who just hung up with Garcia wracks his brain to remember the address he'd read in the file, "He lived… three streets down, that way-" He points out to the direction their victim had supposedly been walking from and it dawns on him, "So why was he walking in the opposite direction to his home."

Emily nods, "And how did the unsub know they'd find him here."

"They followed him."

"Walked past him, turned around and shot him?" Emily asks as she walks back to stand where the body had been found.

"Or, he was lured out here," Derek speaks and Prentiss has to agree with him. 

"It's the perfect killing spot," She says pointing back at the cameras, "Even if Garcia gets anything from them, it'll be grainy at best, impossible to get a clear shot of our unsub."

Derek looks at the empty street, void of any passerbys, "Quiet street in the day, probably even quieter at night. Less risks to run into an unwanted witness."

"So if he was lured out," Emily says, "We need to figure out who he left that party with."

***

y/n stumbles slightly and giggles as a strong arm wraps around her waist and helps her stay upright. 

"Shoot, I'm such a klutz," She adds with a laugh and her companion replies in kind. 

His laughter grates on her nerves. It's too loud, resonating all around them and using up too much oxygen. She only has to walk with him a couple more minutes but even that feels too long. She feels his too big hand squeeze her hip and she feels anger spike inside her chest. She wants to hurt him. 

Deep breath. Clenched fist. One more minute. 

He's started talking again but y/n isn't listening. She's staring straight ahead to the street they're going to walk into where Elle will be waiting for them and the hand will finally fall from her hip. That's when you feel it, that spark you've come to call freedom. It's small but grows as you round the corner with him following you closely.

It starts burning under your skin when you spot Elle's silhouette further down the street.

The man next to you doesn't even take notice of her and isn't that ironic. He spent his life thinking of women as less than and y/n finds it befitting that what'll bring him to his end is the last woman he'll ignore. 

Elle raises her gun and with the sound of the gunshot ringing in her ears, y/n's whole body is set aflame. 

She watches as the hand lays limp next to his lifeless body and a gleeful laugh escapes her. The hole in his head oozes blood and she can't stop laughing. The hand is laying there unmoving and y/n feels the urge to step on it. 

Hurt him, hurt him, hurt him, hurt him like he hurt you. 

She's vaguely aware of Elle calling out her name but y/n doesn't snap out of it until a hand yanks her away from the body by the shoulders. She steps back, but slaps the hands touching her away. Only then does she realize that it's Elle looking at her, confusion in her eyes and something y/n doesn't want to ever see from her own girlfriend. 

Fear.

"We have to go," Elle announces slowly, like she's explaining it to a child, or a wounded animal. y/n doesn't know which comparison she likes best. She looks back at the body and regretfully nods.

They start walking away, hand in hand, but something inside of y/n doesn't feel quite right. The fire that had roared inside of her is long gone and she feels her body shiver at the cold. Elle notices and wraps an arm around her shoulders, dropping a kiss on her hair as they keep walking side by side.

She wants to smile but she can't manage it. 

He hurt her.

He was going to hurt Elle.

He hurt her.

***

"Laurens' friends say he left the party alone," Emily announces to the team as she sits down next to JJ in the conference room. At the same moment, Derek's phone starts ringing, attracting everyone's attention.

"Baby girl, tell me you have good news," Derek answers, putting his phone on speaker so everyone around the table can hear. 

"I wish, but no. The cameras on the street were of no use, it's a blind spot. I tried the cameras from neighbouring streets but got nothing. Whoever it is your looking for, they're like a ghost."

There's a collective disappointed sigh and shoulders sagging, and Garcia isn't done, "to make a bad day even worse, a body was just found in Twin Falls, same M.O."

Everyone visibly tenses at the news, Rossi speaking first, "Two kills in less than three days."

Hotch looks at JJ and before he can even say anything, she's out of her seat, "I'll call the local PD, tell them we're on our way."

Hotch nods his approval, turning his stoic gaze to the rest of his team, "Get your bags ready, we're flying out as soon as the jet is ready."

***

It is getting boring and y/n had been right to be worried. 

That's the first thing that crosses her mind as she wakes up next to Elle, hours later, in a nameless city in the middle of nowhere. 

Elle lays peacefully next to her, deep into slumber, and a smile stretches y/n's lips. She watches her girlfriend's chest rise and fall, her naked body barely covered by the sheets. It's a hot night, y/n can feel the sweat in her lower back making it uncomfortable for her to fall back asleep. As she gets up from the bed, Elle moves, getting closer to where y/n lay seconds ago, chasing the heat despite the already too high temperature. 

y/n lets herself watch her for a moment before walking to sit on the chair next to the window. There's nothing to look at, the motel they'd chosen is outside of the city and the lights are barely visible. It's dark, except for the slight light of the moon landing on the cars outside. 

She feels empty tonight. The thrill she'd felt hours ago hadn't lasted long and the only thing she could remember about it was the look Elle had thrown her way. 

Fear.

Elle had always looked at her with interest. From the moment they met, y/n had been drawn in by her hazel eyes. Something in her made her feel safe in a way she never had before and days after meeting her, she had told Elle about her unpleasant memories, how the world wasn't a nice place.

Elle had listened and, to y/n's surprise, agreed with the statement. Usually, whenever y/n told people about the ugliness of the world, they tried to make her see the parts that weren't so bad, try to make her see that some things, and some people were worth it. Elle hadn't done any of that, she had scoffed and agreed.

"Only person you can trust is yourself. The rest? Always leads to disappointment."

They had ended up in bed together soon after that, spent the night in each other's arms and imagining a world that'd be worth their time. 

Two days later, they had killed their first man together.

Their routine hasn't changed in nearly four years, and it used to be enough for y/n. She's the bait, easily transforming herself into whoever the men want to see in front of them. She pretends to be too drunk, unstable on her feet, asking for help to walk back to her place or her car, and the men never think twice before following her. 

Elle waits for them and then. She shoots. 

And it used to be enough for y/n to watch the proud look on Elle's face anytime she made a perfect shot. Smoking gun in hand and a confident smirk, y/n had never seen anything sexier in her entire life. 

What followed was always a passionate kiss and hurried hands, trying to touch every inch of skin. 

Earlier, y/n hadn't even kissed Elle, the only contact between them being the arm that Elle had thrown around her shoulder. 

y/n can feel that there's something not quite right. She feels it in her body, in the way her arms itch, in the way her chest feels a bit too empty for her too breath comfortably. 

y/n loves Elle, there's no way that has changed. She's sure of it. When she turns her head to watch Elle sleep, her heart flutters at the sight of her girlfriend curled up on the side of the bed that she had vacated. She couldn't see it, but she could picture her girlfriend's face, mouth slightly open if she were to believe the little snores she could hear. 

She is just bored of the routine. 

When she finally climbs back into bed with Elle, her girlfriend automatically drapes a hand over her waist. 

"Where did you go?" Elle asks sleepily, and y/n lays a kiss on her nose. It makes her scrunch up her face and that's the cutest sight she's ever seen. 

"Couldn't sleep."

Elle hums and goes back to sleep. y/n sighs and follows suit, not long after. 

***

"What's this, on the palm?" Morgan asks the M.E., pointing at the left hand of the victim where the skin seems slightly bruised.

The doctor on the other side of the autopsy table nods at Derek and Spencer, "His hand was broken post-mortem, although I'm having a hard time figuring out what broke it."

Reid leaned closer to the hand and frowned, "It looks like something was pushed from the palm to the other side."

Again, the doctor nods, but before she can say anything else, Reid suddenly stands up straight and looks over at Morgan, "I know what did this."

At that moment, Morgan's phone rings and upon seeing Hotch's name, he excuses himself to reply. When he comes back, his face looks somber.

"A man was killed not far from here, local PD just got the call. Hotch wants us to check it out, just in case."

[angellissy]

Don’t fall in love with me

15. “I told you not to fall in love with me.” JJ Maybank x Reader

PART 2 A/N: This is my first JJ imagine, it is a bit angsty so be prepared for that. If you want more of this, please request away. This prompt is from this prompt list, so you can either request from that one or if you have another idea, just let me know :) I hope you guys enjoy this!

She had not seen him in days. Her arms had not been around his body for several hours, minutes, and seconds. She held her lips between her teeth, gently tugging on it as an attempt to minimize the worry that clouded her mind. Her fingers tapped in sync to the beat of the song that was blasting through the van, around her sat a couple of her friends. They were laughing loudly about something John B had said, she hadn’t heard the joke. She could barely hear their laughter, her mind was so focused on the lack of presence of a certain someone. Her eyes burned holes at the seat that he usually was situated on, but now there was simply a backpack laying there. 

A hand grasped hers, making her move her eyes from the empty seat and towards the girl sitting next to her. Sarah Cameron had been her best friend for as long as she could remember. Before they even were born, they had been destined to spend their lives always in the presence of each other. Their families had been intertwined with each other for several decades, so when both of their mothers got pregnant at the exact same time. They were overjoyed by the fact that their kids would be joined by the hip forever. She and Sarah had been, for the most part, both of them were kooks and had always received everything on a silver platter. Making both of them naive about how things could be just minutes from their houses. Both of them had befriended Kiara in their freshman year, and that was when things started to change. When Sarah stopped hanging out with Kie, she lost both of her best friends. But that quickly changed when Sarah and John B started dating, it wasn’t really surprising their relationship. They had always had that chemistry.

“Are you okay?” Sarah was looking at her with concerned eyes, a result of watching her best friend stare into nothing for the past hour. “I wanna know where he is, and for the love of God I wanna know why he is not answering my calls.” Her answers captured the attention of the others, who looked at her with sorrowful expressions. “You know how he is, he disappears sometimes, don’t worry because he will be back in no time.” Pope said, his answer made her shake her head and she quickly got up from the floor, causing Sarah’s hand to slip out of hers. She made her way to the door and dragged it open, earning a shrieking sound from the rusty van. “But that’s the thing, I don’t know how he is because he never shuts me out.” They didn’t have time to answer before she had gotten out of the van and started her journey back into the town. 

The “he” in question was JJ Maybank, the boy that had captured her heart not so many years ago. It was thanks to Kie that the pair even had crossed paths. As most of the people in the outer banks, they were from two completely different worlds. It hurt her heart to think about the fact that she probably wouldn’t have looked twice at the blonde surfer boy if it weren’t for Kie, because she was not supposed to. Everyone knew that kooks and pogues did not work well together, but during these last years and months, those lines seemed to be blurred more and more. JJ had walls stronger than brick, and it had taken her very long to even make a crack in them. In the beginning, she didn’t even think she had too, they were just friends and besides, they never talked about stuff that was hard. But her repulsion to tear down his walls, disappeared the second small butterflies appeared in her stomach. It took a while for both of them to admit their feelings for one another, but when they finally did, no one could come between them. They complemented each other. When he was impulsive, she was thoughtful. When she was scared, he was brave. Not one of them had felt a love like this before, sharing the tragic fate that neither of their parents had acknowledged them. 

That was why she was so surprised that he had not reached out to her, or at least answered her texts. He never left her in the dark, and maybe that was why she found herself standing outside of his porch. It was dark, the sun had disappeared hours ago, the only light came from the broken light that sat on the wall. She took a deep breath and let her hand knock, one time, then two times and last three times. Before she even had time to react, the door flew open, causing her to take a few steps back. “Who the fuck are you.” That was the voice of the infamous Luke Maybank, a man she despised with a burning passion. Still, she couldn’t help how her voice quivered when she asked where JJ was. His father shook his head at her and took a swig of the beer in his hand before he yelled the name of her boyfriend. He gave her a disgusted and unimpressed look before he turned his back around, probably walking towards the sofa just to down another round of beer. It did not take long before her boyfriend appeared, he stopped short in his track when he saw her. The lack of light did not give her the opportunity to notice the way his jaw clenched. He stepped out on the porch, the wooden boards creaked under his weight. She could not help the smile that formed on her lips or the way her heart started racing when she looked at him. “I have been so worr.-” Before she had time to finish, he interrupted her. “Why are you here?” Her eyes were clouded by confusion as she looked at his serious expression. “What do you mean? I’m here because you literally disappeared from the earth’s surface.” One of his hands dragged through his blonde hair, and he shook his head at her. “I told you that you can never fucking come here, you need to go.” She was taken aback by the anger in his voice, it was very different from the soft tone he usually used. Her eyes wandered over his body, and she drew a sharp breath when she noticed the large bruise forming on his left arm. Her body moved closer to his and she reached out her hand to this his arm, but he just backed away. “JJ, please.” She whispered, but he continued to just shake his head at the girl he had loved for the last couple of months. “Can you stop? I don’t want you here, why do you think I haven’t answered you or called you?” Tears were brimming her eyes, and hurt was flowing through her veins, making it hard to breathe in the cool air. “Stop fucking crying y/n, this was bound to happen sooner or later.” “What the fuck was bound to happen, can you please explain what the fuck happened because honestly, I feel like I’m in the dark here.” Her voice had gotten a few octaves higher, surprising both of them. He was the storm, she was the calm. But not now, not when he was cracking her heart open with every word that left his mouth. “This.-” He put his arms up and gestured to everything that was around them. “This was bound to happen, we are not meant to be together.” His eyes were glossy but she couldn’t see that she could solely focus on his words and the anger rising inside of her. “But what the fuck happened JJ? Because just last week, you told me that you loved me to pieces.” She was screaming now, the desperation was evident in her voice. Because she did not understand, and maybe she didn’t want to either. “Listen, I told you not to fall in love with me, and this is why. I fuck everything up, and you don’t need that.” His voice broke, and he tried to cover it up with a cough. “But I need you JJ, please” Her voice was barely a whisper because she couldn’t breathe. It felt like her heart was being torn apart. “Well I don’t need you, so go.” He didn’t even look back as he closed the door behind him and left her shaking body on the porch. A small whimper left her lips and she drew a ragged breath. She stared at the door, hoping it would burst open and that he would take her in his arms. Hoping that he would tell her what happened so that she could help him, so she could pour all of her love over him. Even though she watched the door for the following ten minutes, nothing happened. And that broke her heart even more. It took all of her remaining strength to walk from his house and when she finally reached another street, she fell down on the ground. Her hands scraped against the ground, not that she noticed it. 

Her body lied on the ground for almost thirty minutes, and by the time her friends came, she was shivering in tune with her tears and whimpers. They were saying something, probably her name, and then someone lifted her off the ground. Once again she found herself sitting in the van, whishing for a certain person. You shouldn’t fall in love with me, those words had left his lips after their first kiss and oh how she wishes she had listened to him.

[pastpatientlywaitingforimagines]

Space Dust | Spencer Reid x Reader Platonic

WC: 1030

A/N: I have 5 unfinished Galaxy related fics and 2 finished Galaxy drabbles and none of them are this one that I just wrote.

GALAXY MASTERLIST (Not necessary for the plot but there’s a ton of similar content here if you liked this fic!)

 Warnings: fluff, birthdays

“Will you tell me where we’re going?” Spencer asked, bemused from the passenger seat of your car as you drove through the city.

“Nope,” you said smugly, putting on your right blinker.

“You’ve driven around this block twice already, either you’re lost or you’re trying to confuse me,” he observed. You huffed in frustration, rolling your eyes even though you continued to smirk.

“You’re making it very hard to surprise you. Could you stop geographically profiling for like, three seconds?”

“I can try, but it won’t be easy. I have the whole city memorized,” he said earnestly.

“Of course you do,” you laughed, “I don’t think you know where we’re going though. You would have told me about it if you did.”

Spencer opened his mouth like he was about to guess where you were taking him, but shut it before he spoke and settled further into the seat.

“What?” you asked, finally turning onto the street of your destination.

“I want to be surprised. You’ve been planning this all week, I don’t want to ruin it for you.”

“I was hoping you didn’t notice,” you found a spot by the curb and parked your car, “the world doesn’t deserve you, Spencer Reid.”

Spencer blushed next to you as you undid your seatbelt and turned to produce a small white envelope from your bag in the back. Spencer’s name was written on the front in your familiar handwriting. You handed it to him, giving him a small nod of encouragement when his eyes flickered up to yours.

He carefully opened the flap, sliding out a fairly plain card. The front simply said ‘Happy Birthday’ surrounded by drawings of pastel colored sprinkles. The inside was mostly blank, with just one word penned neatly.

“Vellichor? The strange wistfulness of used bookstores? You know, this isn’t actually a word that’s officially recognized in the English dictionary,” he pointed out.

“I know, I was nervous you wouldn’t know what it meant but JJ said you probably would. I’m glad she was right.”

“I know what it means, but I still don’t know what your plan is,” he looked at your surroundings quickly. There wasn’t anything obvious about the brick buildings crammed on the street.

“Good,” you said with a wicked grin, opening your door and exiting the car. Spencer followed and joined you on the sidewalk. You took a few steps before stopping in front of a nondescript black door. You turned the knob and pushed it open, stepping aside and holding it for Spencer.

“After you, birthday boy.”

You followed him into the building, grinning even wider when you watched him react to the shelves of old books that went from floor to ceiling in the small space, as well as the piles upon piles more that filled the main floor as well as the lofted space.

“Hi Siobhan,” you said softly to the woman standing next to the counter tucked in the corner.

“This is him?” she asked, gesturing to Spencer, who was oblivious to your conversation as he was too enamored with the sheer amount of books in front of him.

“In the flesh. Were you able to get everything I asked for?”

“I was. It’s all upstairs, next to the green chairs,” she said kindly.

“Thanks,” you slid your credit card onto the counter, then rejoined your best friend by his side, “what do you think?”

“This is… incredible,” he stammered.

“It gets better, come on,” you led him up the staircase to the two overstuffed armchairs Siobhan had mentioned. On the table between the two was a stack of books with an index card reading ‘for Dr. Reid’ in Siobhan’s neat cursive.

“I can tell you with absolute certainty you don’t have any of these books, unless you have a secret stash somewhere that I’m not aware of,” you told him proudly.

Spencer looked at you incredulously, “is this why you were snooping around my apartment the other day?”

“I wasn’t snooping,” you defended, “it was just recon. Nobody likes getting a birthday present they already have, and you have a lot of books. I wanted to be sure before I made any decisions. Siobhan was a huge help in finding ones you would like. This is the top 15 that she recommended, but I think she has a list of more…”

“This is perfect, (y/n). Thank you,” he said, sinking into one of the chairs and picking up one of the books on the table. You occupied the other chair, content admiring how immersed Spencer was in the whole experience.

“How did you find this place?” he asked you hours later, when you returned with coffee and some case files you wanted to look over.

“You mentioned you wanted that rare philosophy book but I couldn’t find it anywhere so I asked Garcia look into it. She connected me with Siobhan, but once I came here I realized just the one book wouldn’t be enough.”

“When did you find the time?” you could tell Spencer was trying to remember the few times in the recent past that you hadn’t been with him. You fidgeted sheepishly.

“Remember when I kept having to make phone calls due to a family emergency?” Spencer nodded, “the first time wasn’t a lie, but you didn’t pry when I got back. I felt bad using it as an excuse later, but it was a guaranteed way I could disappear for a few hours without you asking questions. Once I established some rapport with Siobhan we did the rest through email.”

“Don’t feel bad, this is perfect.”

“Oh good, I was starting to think you didn’t like it,” you teased.

Spencer laughed, “are you kidding? I don’t think I’m ever going to leave. You’re going to have to collect me from here before work so I get there on time.”

“You say that like I’m going to leave you here. How many times do I have to tell you, I’m not leaving you, Spencer. Honestly, I don’t think I could even if I wanted to.”

In a moment of sincerity, Spencer’s eyes met yours, “there is no one I would rather be here with than you.”

[luvervinyl]

Confessions

Emily Prentiss x Jennifer Jareau

Warnings: angst and fluff at the end!! 

Summary: Emily and JJ finally confess their feelings for each other. 

Word count: 900+ 

A/N: this is probably bad, also this is not proof read, so please excuse my mistakes. Feedback is welcomed!! I hope you like it!!

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How do you tell someone you love them, when you're not certain they feel the same way for you...

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Emily looked across the bullpen, setting her eyes on one pretty little blonde haired lady. 

JJ was getting coffee and Emily was trying to get her work done, but failing oh so miserably, as she kept on getting distracted by JJ.

Something about her just made Emily's heart jump, every touch, every look, everything she ever did just made Emily want her more and more. 

She knew it was wrong to feel this way, it was so wrong, but she couldn't help herself, she just kept on falling deeper and deeper into this whole of endless pain and yearning for someone she could never have. 

"Emily, hey Emily are you okay?" Spencer said, waving his hand in front of her face.

"Yeah, yeah of course, I just zoned out, I'm okay". 

Emily tried to play it off cool around Derek and Spencer who gave her a very suspicious look, but she just shook it off and went back to doing paperwork. 

Derek and Spencer just ignored it, but the signs were obvious, it was clear they liked each other, but JJ and Emily didn't know it themselves.

What seemed like an eternity, was just 2 long hours. This was going to be a long day. Emily's thoughts raced through her mind, every thought was about JJ...

As she worked on her paperwork for the rest of the day, only making subtle looks at JJ in order to avoid suspicion on her rather large crush. She couldn't stop the aching in her heart.

Finally the end of the day came around, she gathered her things and made her way out the doors of the bullpen, heading out to her car. She couldn't stand being in there a moment longer, she couldn't stand looking at JJ knowing she would never be hers. 

Heart broken, full of pain. Head full of thoughts, that won't go away...

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While Emily was out heading to her car, JJ bit her lip in anticipation. Was she going to tell her today, or did Emily not feel the same way…

Another hour passed before deciding that the future was uncertain, and she may only have one chance, so why not just admit it now before things got screwed up and her chances were gone forever. 

So she quickly said her goodbyes before rushing towards the doors of the bullpen, of course catching the intrigued looks of Derek and Spencer once again. 

"So do you think she's finally gonna admit it, or are we just gonna watch them pine over each other, for yet another day?"

"I think she might actually do it, I've never seen her this certain, other than the time she was destined to beat you in that game we played on the jet, and get the last bag of cheetos" Spencer concluded.

"That girl really loves her cheetos, huh" 

And with that JJ was out the door, heading towards Emily's apartment to finally confess her feelings. 

As she got closer and closer, her confidence started to wear off, thoughts rushing through her mind, negative thoughts, "what if she doesn't feel the same way", "what if all those looks, were just platonic, nothing more".

The pit in her stomach just made it even harder to build up the courage to tell Emily. But she had to do it, she had to, or her chance may be gone forever. 

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Emily was chilling in her apartment, still in her work clothes despite being home for over an hour. Sergio and her were hanging out on her couch, of course this is what any heart broken, cat owner would do. 

She heard a knock at the door, getting up and opening it, Emily was met with the anxious eyes of the one and only Jennifer Jareau.

They both froze momentarily before letting JJ in. Needles to say, she was not expecting this. 

"Hey JJ, can I get you anything? Water, wine, anything?" 

"Uh no, I actually came here to talk to you" JJ replied biting her lip anxiously. 

"Um yeah, what did you want to talk about?" 

Emily guided her to the couch in the middle of her living room. JJ sat down next to Emily and began to talk.

"Well, uh wow, how do I put this-" she took a deep breath, not knowing it would be this hard to admit,"- I really like you, like more than just a friend should, an-and I know it's wrong, but I just, I didn't know how to wrap my head around this, and i-i I don't know… Emily I'm in love with you, I've always been in love with you, I just didn't know how to tell you". 

Emily froze at those words. 

"Emily, say something please, anything…" JJ almost whispered, her fear striking her hard, Emily didn't feel the same way… or so she thought.

As JJ tried to get up, Emily's soft hands grabbed hers, pulling her back down, then Emily greeted JJ's with her own. 

Pulling away moments later to catch their breath, large smiles now visible. 

"JJ I've felt the same way from the moment I set my eyes on you, I love you Jennifer Jareau".

Pulling in for another kiss, JJ whispered against her lips,"I love you too, Emily".

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[90spumkin]

Unexpected Switch (Part Five)

Summary: Things start to get heated when there’s a new development in the case.

A/N: I finally finished the update! I hope you all enjoy! I am hoping to finish the series very soon! Also my taglist is open just let me know if you would like to be added to it.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem! Reader

Warnings: swearing, criminal minds talk, detailed crime scene, implied panic attack

Word Count: 1565

“Damn it. Oh, how the mighty have fallen.”, Spencer’s voice brought me out of my thoughts. I looked up at him from my place on Emily’s couch. We had finished the cognitive interview only minutes prior.

“It’s a dropped chocolate bar. Stop being dramatic.” Emily scolded Spencer but there was a small smile playing on her lips. I smiled at his dorkiness and walked over to him.

“Here take mine.” I offered him with a shy smile. He raised his eyebrows as if asking me if I was sure. I gave him a simple nod and he took it from my hand.

“I kind of feel bad taking this since I bought it for you.” Spencer unwrapped the candy bar as he spoke.

Emily snickered, “Yeah you’re real tore up about it.” I laughed as he narrowed his eyes at her and took a bite that was a little more dramatic than necessary.

He finished the bite he had taken before he spoke again, “So was the interview helpful?”

I looked away and walked back over to the couch, trying to conceal the tears that threatened to spill. I cleared my throat, “Well let’s just say if I had the qualifications I do now I could have spotted all the signs with no doubt.”

Spencer stopped mid bite of his candy bar, “Elaborate please.” I looked at Emily letting her explain knowing I would not make it through without choking up.

“Y/n couldn’t remember much, but what she could remember is disturbing to say the least. She could remember how any time Tessa would get in trouble it was like it did not affect her. Of course, this could seem normal as some 2-year old’s are describe as defiant. What sets Tessa apart is she tended to throw toys and things at the other children and was happy when they would end up hurt no one ever saw this of course, except her sister.”

Spencer’s eyes were wide the whole time he was listening talk, “Wow that’s a lot for any kid. Studies show that psychopathic tendencies can be shown as early as 2 years old, but no one ever starts to think anything of it until the child is about 4 years of age. A lot of the times the child is 12 before anyone notices, and sometimes not even then.”

Emily and I both nodded, “We figured I blocked everything from my time at the foster home subconsciously, especially since most people can’t remember things before the age 4 to 5 years old. I figured my parents didn’t want me growing up with those memories so when they told me I was adopted they painted a very different picture.”

Emily looked at me and said, “I hate to say it, but I would have most definitely have done the same thing.” Spencer and I nodded in agreement. That’s when Matt poked his head in the door.

“Hey guys there’s been another murder, and there’s something else.”

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“How the hell did this even happen?” Emily stood at the head of the table her hands in fist at her sides. Rossi sat back in his chair when he said, “Garcia is working on it, but we have a working theory someone back in Massachusetts leaked the fact that y/n’s twin is the unsub and her involvement with us on this case. They haven’t given her a name yet thank God. JJ is working on getting a handle on it.”

Emily nodded, “Good, that explains why she hasn’t jumped states, Okay what’s different about this murder?”

Tara was the one who spoke and pulled up the crime scene, “She staged the body this time.”

The scene in front of me was beyond gruesome. The girl was tied to a tree, her throat slashed. She had on a prom gown and the words ‘Miss Perfect’ carved into her chest.

I was standing behind the table to anxious to sit, I felt myself backing up, well more like falling, when I felt firm hands on my waist. I looked up to see Spencer. He leaned his head down to whisper in my ear, “You okay?” I nodded and he started to move away, but before I could think I quickly grabbed his hand not wanting the warmth of him near me to leave. He looked down to where my hand was on his, he turned his hand over and interlocked our fingers. We shared a smile, his filled with understanding and mine filled with gratefulness. I didn’t miss Luke watching the interaction or the smirk on his face.

Once I tuned back to the conversation happening before me, I heard Tara say, “There’s something else. There is another message besides what is on her chest. Local officials want us at the crime scene.”

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“This is my life now. I have climbed this hill and now I will die upon it.” Luke stood at the top of the hill looking slightly out of breath.

Rossi being the sassy Italian man he is responded with, “Shut up asshat. We’ve only been walking for 10 minutes.”

Spencer and I was walking behind Rossi trying and failing at concealing our laughs. Luke just glared at us before continuing the hike towards the crime scene. Really Tessa? Middle of the woods? Come on!

The team profiled that Tessa is starting to evolve because this murder was so different than the others, more organized. Emily made the decision for me to visit the crime scene because of what Tara had told us, we are hoping something will be triggered in my mind to help catch my sister before anyone else gets hurt.

“Hey, you sure you’re up for this?” Spencer had placed a hand on the small of my back, bringing me from my thoughts.

I nodded, “Yeah I just hope whatever this ‘message’ is, triggers something. I have this feeling like I’m missing something, like there has to be something about her consistency in slashing the victim’s throats and now this.”

Spencer supported my thoughts, “I was actually thinking about that earlier when they showed us this new murder. This way different than just slashing girl’s throats on the street. Whatever her reasoning for staging this body is important and we need to figure out why and fast.”

I muttered an agreement right when we reached the crime scene. The smell hit me first, the body was found only a few hours ago according to the local sheriff, but the Virginia heat was speeding up the decomposition.

Luke and Rossi had reached their destination before Spencer and I; Luke was examining the girl’s legs, “Y/n, I think you need to see this.”

I walk over to him; they had the victim’s dress hoisted up to her mid thighs and it looked as if there was writing on them. “Her legs were broken, you can tell by the deformation here”, he pointed to a spot right above of her knees, “and I am going to take a pretty good guess and say this is the ‘message’ Tara was talking about.”

I moved closer to him and I could feel Spencer and Rossi behind us. On her right leg Tessa had carved some numbers, ‘4-17’. “What does that have a significance to?” Rossi asked out loud.

“There are actually a lot of different symbolism for each number individually and together. For instance- “Spencer’s rant was cut off by the look on my face. I had stood up and was backing away, “No that was the date of my senior prom, I remember because I swore to never drink again after that day because I broke my leg at an after party and it ruined my basketball career. I had made a new friend at the party, I was kind of buzzed but I remember we laughed about how similar we looked.”, I took a deep breathe, “It was Tessa.”

Luke spoke up from where he was still squatted down, “Hey guys the skin on the back of her left leg has been removed.” About that time the Sheriff walked up holding several evidence bags, “One of my deputies just founds these scattered a few yards from here. They all have numbers carved on them like the ones on her leg.”

I felt like I was going to be sick, I rushed past the Sheriff and back down the hill, I couldn’t breathe. Just like before Spencer was there bringing back from the edge, “Hey focus on my voice, come back to me y/n.” He put my hand on his chest, “Focus on the beating of my heart, that’s it good.” I broke into a sob; I didn’t care how unprofessional I was being. Spencer wrapped me in a hug with no hesitation, a hand on my head and arm around my waist.

I collected myself and pulled back slightly in his arms to make eye contact and say, “She’s been watching and interacting with me this whole time. Spencer how could I not realize my twin sister was a part of my life.”

He pulled me back into him when something hit me. I pulled completely out of his arms, his face was full of confusion and worry but the emotion it held completely changed when I said, “I know what her trigger was and I may know how we can catch her.”

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Vapor (Part 6)

Hey guys! Part Six and I’ve only gotten to episode 2 of the show. This one book might be a long one! Loving the feedback, would love even more! Thanks for being so supportive everyone!

WARNING: THIS FANFIC MIGHT CONTAIN CONTENT THAT CAN BE TRIGGERING TO SOME Mentions of child abductions and murder

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I sat in the back of the van, taking huge hits of JJ’s joint. It hit so much harder than the weed I had. I leaned my head back and felt my high consume me. This was exactly what I needed after the fiasco I had just witnessed. I laid my head down on JJ’s shoulder and handed him back the joint. He finished it off and threw the remains out the window. I could feel his hot breath on my hair as he whispered to me.

“Are you okay?” he asked. I could feel him playing with my hair. I glanced up to see his beautiful face. His ocean blue eyes were dilated and stared down at me. I was so high, I couldn’t control where my thoughts went.

“Mhm,” I said. I answered his question, but my mind was already drifting elsewhere. I closed my eyes and let my thoughts take over. I thought about JJ. I thought about his lips on mine. I couldn’t control them. My eyes shot open at the realization that I was crushing on JJ once again.

“Adelaide,” he said, worried. I turned to look at him and my eyes met his. He was so close to my face that my heart began beating out of my chest. I sat up and caught my breath. He reached out for me, but I stopped him.

“I’m fine,” I said. I felt the van stop moving and forced myself out. JJ never left my side which made it really hard to ignore my feelings right now. I watched as John B pointed at JJ and told him that he was going to post up and look for bogeys. JJ instantly protested asking why he had to do it. I smiled as Pope stepped in.

“Look JJ,” Pope started. “There are independent and dependent variables. You’re an independent variable.” I chuckled as JJ genuinely got upset. He looked at the boy and told him to shut up. He argued back and forth for a second.

“We don’t know what you’ll do,” Pope finished. JJ was telling the boy to shut up and pointing at him. I placed my hand on his chest and he calmed down. I heard JB speak up.

“Listen to me for a second,” he said. “Addie, stay with him. Pope, you stand look out with JJ, okay? If we split up, we meet back at JJ’s house.”

And with that Kie and JB were gone. It was just JJ, Pope, and I. I sat down in the van and pulled out my vape. I hit it hard, exhaling as my eyes closed. Then I decided to address the elephant in the room. I asked them what we were doing here and what was so important. Pope looked at JJ as if he was ready to lie, but JJ sat down next to me and explained everything, beginning to end. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I laid back and took another hit, trying to process everything that was going on. I felt JJ leave my side and go out to play hacky sack with Pope for a little bit. It was a very short game though. Within minutes, we could hear police sirens echoing through the trees. I looked out the window to see a blue and white police SUV speeding down towards us. The two boys ran towards the van and hopped in, JJ taking the driver seat. We sped away quickly, remembering to meet them back at JJ’s house.

We dropped the van off at chateau and I drove the guys back over to JJ’s. I contemplated heading out, but I honestly was curious to where this would go. I wanted to continue this journey with them. I got out at the house and looked around. There was no sign of Luke anywhere. Still, JJ would not enter the house. I let out a sigh and watched as he lit up a joint. As much as I had a problem with guns, he had a problem with being home.

We just chilled in the backyard until John B drove up. He looked like he had been through hell, but didn’t seem to want to talk about it. JJ sat in the passenger seat, leaving Pope and I in the back. I was a little disappointed in all honesty, but maybe some space between JJ and I was for the better. When we got to The Wreck, Pope hopped out and went in to get Kie, who informed him she wasn’t coming. We all looked at JB and waited for him to tell us why, but instead he just got out and said he'd handle it. He wasn’t in there super long. Then we walked Kie with John shortly behind her. I was hoping she would climb in the back with me. I was hoping we could have a quiet girl talk. However, she kicked JJ into the back and took the passenger seat.

The sun had set and we still weren’t at our destination. JJ was already asking to lay low for this one and I truly wanted the same thing. I felt myself yawn as the drive began to put me to sleep. I felt JJ shift to give me some more room and pulled me into his chest. I felt both his arms tighten around me as I cuddled into his chest. I was too tired to fight him. I drifted off a bit, staying the slightest bit awake.

When the car stopped, I could faintly hear voices whispering around me. I tried to focus on them, but my overwhelming drowsiness made it hard.

“When have you ever seen JJ so whipped by a girl?”

“That’s not just any girl, that's Addie.”

“She’s right, it’s always been A.”

I felt a hand shake me and my head shot up. My eye twitched as I realized that we had stopped. My movement woke JJ as well who sat up quickly. He mumbled a curse word and we got out. My blood ran cold as I realized we were at a cemetery. John looked at me and told me I could wait in the van if I wanted too. I shook my head. I was going to be more afraid if I waited here alone. I hugged myself and walked with them to this huge mausoleum. I watched as the boys tried to move the stone that blocked the entrance. I screamed as a huge snake slithered out. JJ started to bark at it causing me to jump into the nearest set of arms. I felt John B awkward pat my back as Kie yelled at JJ to stop. I moved away from him and JJ grabbed me and pulled me towards him almost in a jealous manner. It made my flutter as he looked at me and apologized for scaring me. I bit my lip and nodded. JJ went to go help Kie get into the tomb and I let myself relax for a little bit. Nothing they were doing could shift my attention away from my budding feelings for JJ.

Just when I was deep into the contemplation of acting on my feelings or not, lights shined our way. Then there was shouting. Kie was out of the mausoleum and we all took off running towards the van. We got to the gate and I began to climb. I jumped down on the other side and got into the van, panting hard. Why were we always getting chased? I moved to the back of the van and sat next to the window. JJ sat by me and stared. I didn’t look though. I was overwhelmed by everything.

I didn’t speak the whole way back. I just sat and stared out the window. I realized my car was still at JJ’s so I asked JB if I could crash at the Chateau. JJ told me to take the spare bedroom and I nodded. I laid down and the sheets smelled like him. I closed my eyes and tried to sleep.I couldn’t though. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw that man. Finally, I slipped long enough for a dream to come through.

I was walking around the park. He was so nice, almost like my dad. He told me about his cute beagle. His name was Lucky and with my help he knew we could find him. I told him that JJ was really good at finding things. I told him a dog would really make JJ happy. I told him how JJ was lonely. Then he knelt down in front of me. He caressed my face like my daddy always did. He told how insightful I was and how beautiful I was. I smiled proudly as he praised me. He held my hand as we walked to the parking lot. He told me to hold out my hands and he would give me the toy. I held them out and he tied the leash around me. I screamed for JJ. I couldn’t see the playground, but maybe he could hear me.

I remember when he took me out of the trunk. I remember his house being across from a cemetery. I remember him telling me that there were a bunch of kids across the street and maybe I could play with them really soon. Julie. Scott. Lauren. 

I woke up screaming. JJ was by my side as I panicked. I had never remembered that line. I had never remembered him saying those words to me. There were more victims than the ones in the trunk. I felt JJ’s hands cupping my cheeks as I muttered out gibberish. He was patient with me.

When I finally calmed down, JJ laid with me. He pulled me into his chest, just like when we were kids. The smell of weed and mint filled my lungs with every inhale. I knew falling for him was inevitable at this point, I was in too deep. I was so infatuated by him that I didn’t even remember Topper existed. He held me tightly and played with my hair, trying to do anything to get me to relax. I buried my face into his neck and just cuddled into him. As I was feeling myself become tired, I asked the question I’ve been dying to hear the answer to.

“Why did you not want to be my friend anymore?” I asked. He placed his lips against my forehead and gave me the easy answer.

“I don’t know, A.” he mumbled. “I’m sorry.”

“There’s more, JJ,” I mumbled. My voice was strained as I forced the words out. Their names haunted me now. “There’s more dead kids.”

A/N: Do you guys like this? Is the plot boring or is there something that doesn’t sit right? I’m trying to incorporate my own story into the one that already exists and don’t know if it’s working or now.... Let me know please!

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[ancano]

YoI Fanfic Recs

Okay so I just wanna share some love and show y’all some amazing fanfics that I have personally read and absolutely adored!! You’ll likely see repeated authors, either cuz I follow them on tumblr or cuz I’ll raid their uploads once I find one I really like. Also apparently I read a lot of A/B/O so if that isn’t your thing sorry hhhhhh

No particular order for these, just going down my bookmarks and history lists on ao3

Glitter & Gold by plisetskytrash and victurius (I just caught up with this one and oh my god I love it.) Summary - In a world where drugs, sex, and violence rule, Viktor Nikiforov is the king. As the Pakhan of the Russian Mafia (the Bratva) he is responsible for murder and mayhem across multiple continents and that’s just the way he likes it. The only problem is that a new leader has risen to power in America – known only as ‘JJ’ – and he starts to intrude on Viktor’s territory.Not only is that rude, it’s damn right unacceptable.So, Viktor sets out to find out as much about JJ as he can, including infiltrating the businesses he owns, such as The Kiss and Cry, a sleazy club that works as a front for an exclusive exotic omega strip club that only the richest and most powerful men can access. Naturally, Viktor has no trouble getting inside. Once he’s there, however, his plans are thrown out of the window when he spots a beautiful, young Japanese omega with chocolate-brown eyes and an ass to die for. There’s only one problem: Viktor swore he’d never mate an omega.Will Viktor manage to stay focused on his mission? Or will this omega break Viktor’s most important rule?

Eros and Agape by ImaTastyPorkCutletBowl and Spunky0ne (you’ll see a couple works from these guys in this list because they are *chef’s kiss* amazing) Summary - For as long as Victor can remember, Yakov and Lilia have protected him from being discovered to be an Omega by helping him to project as an Alpha. But at the Grand Prix Final banquet, he comes face to face with the man destined to be his husband.

NEXT LEVEL: Nights After Dreams by RipVanGabriel (this is a LONG one, I haven’t even gotten very far in it, but trust me it’s worth it) Summary -  The silver medal was hard fought and won, but now the stakes are higher than ever. Five gold medals loom on the horizon, but more importantly, the "life and love" within the gold rings. Yuri and Viktor's relationship grows as they get back on the competition road, and new complications rise with them. (Proper follow-up to the TV series; not AU, no crack ships, no weird shit.)

Wait! But, I’m not Yakuza! by ImaTastyPorkCutletBowl, SesshomaruFreak, and Spunky0ne (like I said, these guys, *chef’s kiss* I refuse to admit how many times I’ve reread the 2 chapters that are currently posted. I’m also the only person commenting on it last i checked which is a fucking shame, so y’all go comment on this amazing fic pls) Summary - The Katsuki family, except for the Hasetsu Katsukis, are the largest and most powerful Yakuza family in Japan, so it’s not surprising that poor Yuuri keeps getting mistaken for one of his distant relatives. On a trip to Russia with his father, Yuuri stumbles into a bar to avoid a group of rough looking punks, and he comes face to face with a beautiful, silver-haired exotic dancer. Things get crazy when Yuuri sees the lovely dancer being abused and steps in, only to get himself beaten into unconsciousness. He wakes in his hotel room and finds a note next to his bed…”Thank you for your kindness. I’m sorry those ruffians hurt you. It’s better you stay away. I don’t want anything else bad to happen to you. Vitya” He should go home. He should just forget the man, but Yuuri can’t help himself…Victuuri, intersex Victor, intersex pregnancy, lots of flustered Yuuri!

Love’s Requiem by Kashoku (gonna be honest, I don’t even ship Yuuri/Yuri, but I enjoy this fic) Summary -  If you had asked Yuuri in Barcelona if there was anything that could ever bring him down from the high of being with Viktor Nikiforov, he would have laughed. But when the living legend suffers a career ending injury, it brings new struggles to their relationship. Viktor begins to drown his sorrows, and Yuuri finds himself being pulled beneath the surface in a way he’s not sure he can survive.

you’re the closest to heaven that I’ll ever be by roserelease (this shit right here is my fucking bread and butter y’all. I can’t even express how much happiness and love this fic gives me) Summary - More than anything, Yuuri wants to impress his cosplay role model Viktor Nikiforov. But after a horrible start to a convention weekend, he panics and backs out at the last second to meet his idol. Normally this would be fine, except Yuuri discovers too late that there's a little Viktor related secret inside the con vlog his best friend filmed over the course of the weekend for him...It's fine, he thinks. Embarrassing, but not the end of the world. And it's not like Viktor himself will ever see the con vlog, so why worry?(Except then Viktor does.)

Paying For Poison by SaerenDPity (another one of my absolute faves that sadly only updates once every other blue moon but when it does update I feel overwhelmingly Blessed) Summary - "Skater Katsuki?" Yuuri's eyes widened as he nodded, and suddenly Viktor Nikiforov was clutching at his coat. He barely registered that his childhood hero knew his name, he couldn't think on that when Viktor's voice was on the edge of breaking. Desperation lined his every movement."Yes th-that's me. Um… Mr. Nikiforov… Do… do you need help?"Viktor shook his head violently and shoved his hand into Yuuri's pocket. Yuuri only had time to squeak before Viktor was backing away, breathing heavily. "Please… please buy me."…Years after Viktor Nikiforov suddenly disappeared from the public eye, he resurfaces at the Rostelecom Cup, desperate for help. And Yuuri simply cannot abandon the man who inspired almost every aspect of his life, and so, he makes the decision to do just as Viktor asks - buy his services as an omega for one night.

Drowning In Your Love by MysticLipstick (another rarely updated fic that I’m head over heels for. please feed me, I need MORE) Summary -  Victor Nikiforov has always gotten away with being a whore in college. Being the top athlete swimmer has gained him tons of attention, championships and girls. However, a cosmic encounter with Yuuri Katsuki has him questioning everything—including his sexuality. Yuuri’s shy nature and blatant disregard for Victor’s fame has Victor chasing him—something he’s never done, but Yuuri shuts him down. Completely.

November’s Secret by LanaBerry (I’ve reread this one about 5 times already tbh) Summary - Overwhelmed with anxiety and his fear of failing, Yuuri faces the issue of if he should continue skating. His best friend, Yuko, proposes a solution - if no one knows it's you, then it's less embarrassing, right? Yuuri begins to create a completely new disguise and persona.But it works a little too well.Before he knows it, Yuuri has become the biggest mystery of the skating world and everyone wants to know who he is. Especially Viktor Nikiforov, the idol he's been loosely basing his new persona on for years.

The ‘Until My Feet Bleed and My Heart Aches’ series by Reiya (recently finished rereading this one, always so fucking good) Summary - ‘…Of all the rivalries in the world of sports over the years, perhaps none has become so legendary as that of Russian figure skater Viktor Nikiforov and his rival, Japanese Yuuri Katsuki…’ A single event changes the course of Yuuri’s life, throwing him into a bitter rivalry with Viktor Nikiforov that spans across his entire skating career. But as the years go on, rivalry and hatred begin to develop into something very different and Yuuri doesn’t seem to be able to stay away, no matter how hard he tries.Hatred and love are two sides of the same coin and even though everything changes, some things are still meant to be.

With What We Once Had by MagicalMirai (this one is just too cute tbh) Summary -  They called it quits, over a year and a half ago. But even though he should have been expecting it, Yuuri can’t help but feel suffocated when he bumps into Victor at the Grand Prix final, whilst holding his son. The son... he never told Victor about.

Nerve Endings by Phyona (this one is next on the “to reread” list) Summary -  When Yuuri moves in with Victor in St. Petersburg, they have to work through Yuuri's anxiety and Victor's secrets to find their balance.

Puppy Love by Phyona (another phyona fic and it’s just way too fucking cute tbh) Summary - When Yuuri gets turned into a dog, the last place he expects to end up is Victor Nikiforov's apartment. He learns quickly that the only thing worse than being his idol's pet, is watching him pine for someone else.Warning: Makkachin has recently passed away at the start of this story.

The Stars on his Cheeks by QueenWinterofLuna (this one was actually written for a prompt I personally requested and I absolutely adore it, even still) Summary -  A short drabble based on this Tumblr request from @napsushi: Can you write a fic where Yuuri discovers Victor has freckles and is just over the moon about it? This fandom needs more freckled Vitya.

This is all I can find and think of for now but if I remember more I’ll be sure to update it!!