#these scenes were so difficult to color thanks to the exposure like damn

[trashwalkingintotrash]

Our Skyy 2 - Trailer - Vice Versa

I'm gonna tag you Monica @stormyoceans in case you haven't found a gifset with all of the scenes from the trailer yet <33

[gothhisoka]

𝖂𝖔𝖗𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖕 (𝕮𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖔 𝖝 𝕱𝖊𝖒𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗)

Title: Worship

Pairing: Chrollo x Femreader

Warnings: Smut, minors DNI, 18+, explicit content

Word Count: 3116 (I promise it is worth it. Oh god is it worth it)

Note: This is from my cross-published fanfic called Hunter University! It is available if you click here on Wattpad and AO3. My fanfic is x OC, but I upload x Reader versions of some chapters here on Tumblr. In short, it is a dark academia college AU with Chrollo as the main love interest.

Background: You are an artist in college and Chrollo is your fellow classmate. You just returned from a night out at a ball, drunk. Chrollo appeared at the door to your dorm room as he promised he would after you danced with one another at the ball.

Chrollo was surprised you looked so intact. He was sure you would come waddling to the door in pajamas as you did the last time he visited your room. Although it had been an hour since the ball ended, your makeup hadn't smudged a bit. Sure, it was faded, and your hair was significantly messier, but overall you looked as remarkable as you did at the start of the ball.

Your tired eyes widened with surprise at the sight of him. He was just as unimpaired as you were. Though now he was missing his suit jacket. His hair had become slightly disheveled, losing its styled waves. He still had on those signature silver rings and little cross earrings.

You attempt to soak in his sight with your intoxicated brain. He looked even more captivating in this particular state.

“Hi…” was all you could utter.

“Can I come in?”

You realized he was waiting for your permission. He didn’t need it.

You stepped aside to let him in and shut the door. Your room was the same as the last time he saw it, with your drawings hung on the walls and lights strung above the desk. Their small bulbs reflected against the night-stained window.

Upon shutting the door, the tension noticeably rose. It was dark in the small space and you were alone. Chrollo took his black dress shoes off near the door, placing them neatly side by side.

So he plans on staying. You tried to hide a smile. The hour of his visit was surely suspicious. There could be only one thing on his mind.

"So what're you doing here?" you spoke nonchalantly, acting like you didn't just fantasize about what could happen in the next few minutes.

Chrollo opened and shut his mouth, his response escaping him. He turned back to you and used his eyes to convey a craving far deeper than any words could admit.

"I said I would come to find you, didn't I?" He said lowly.

He had begun to walk around the room, absentmindedly stopping at a piece of art from time to time. You were too tired to care. The collection included nature scenes, portraits of people he didn't recognize, anatomy studies, and...

He paused, noticing a drawing on the wall behind the place where the door would otherwise be covering.

It was a full-body anatomy study of yourself. To be specific, it would fit further in the category of a glorified nude. It was on a miniature piece of parchment sketched in charcoal. It was obviously you: the woman had your (hair color) hair and distinct mouth and nose. The paper was hardly noticeable amongst the scatter of papers. You wouldn't see it unless you had a careful eye such as that of Chrollo.

You hardly noticed when he reached the particular spot on your wall. Your tiredness had waned significantly with Chrollo's entrance, but it still fogged your mind.

Additionally, you had long forgotten about your secret behind-the-door location for your drawings that were not meant to be seen by a single soul.

Chrollo attempted to hide a mysterious smile. He turned to you, “You draw wonderfully.”

“Thanks?” you reply, with more question in your tone than you hoped to show.

The heat in the room shot through the roof. You were sure if you checked the temperature it would be well above its normal chilly state. Perhaps it was the heat in your cheeks that was causing such a change.

“So…” he began.

“So,” you replied, trying to avoid eye contact. Please, just let it happen already.

You thought you had a good idea of why he had come to your room at one o'clock in the morning after a night of drinking and questionably close dancing. You couldn't be certain, though, because that was just how he was: unpredictable and exceedingly complicated.

You didn’t think him so complicated as to not be able to admit why he was at your room, though.

You waited as he thought about what to say next. This is taking too damn long.

Luckily, you prepared an excuse. You never failed to come ready for something you could expect. And this, the direction in which your encounter is headed, is inevitable. You had been rehearsing the line in your head for the duration of their conversation like reviewing terms for a test.

This was the only way to test if your assumptions are correct.

Blame it on the champagne if I am wrong. But I really hope I'm right.

You look directly at him. Time to be daring.

You took a breath and did your best to look directly at him, "Well, I actually do need some help. You see, this dress is quite difficult to take off by myself..."

Walking towards him, you place a hand at the hem of your dress. Your delicate fingers wrap around its lacy fabric.

Chrollo looked amused. He sizes you up, looking from your hand holding the hem of your dress to your unfazed expression. Unfazed, yet your cheeks were slowly turning a shade of scarlet. Nice try, Chrollo thought.

He gestured, "Turn around."

You obeyed. You desired something far more than the unzipping of your dress, but you were not presumptuous enough to say it. The expression on Chrollo's face told you that he was hoping for the same thing. He hid many emotions well, but being turned on wasn't one of them.

Chrollo brushed your hair away from the zipper, delicately placing it over your shoulder. His fingers purposefully grazed your back as he did this, causing your breath to hitch slightly.

His hands moved to the zipper, carefully pulling it down. It went past the clasp of your bra to your lower back. There was complete silence. Both of you were still. Are we still hesitating?

Chrollo was the first to move. He pulled you close to him so that your back was touching him. His left arm wrapped across your chest possessively, holding you in a tight embrace. With his other hand, he brushed your hair back from your ear. He smelt of sweet alcohol. Clearly, he was slightly drunk as well, for the next words he said couldn't be uttered by a sober man.

His whispered breath tickled your neck, husky with the threat of sleep, "I want you so bad right now."

You tensed with a sudden surge of desire. Your impression had been right. He let his strong arm remain around you, patiently waiting for a response.

You choked out your reply, "The feelings' mutual."

Under his touch, your streak of audacity from earlier dissolved into compliance. You suddenly wanted nothing more than to submit to his words.

With complete control, Chrollo took your shoulder and turned you around. Your dress was now loose on your shoulders. He placed his hands around your hips firmly. He looked at you under his thick eyelashes and slowly leaned in. The pressure was growing to an unbearable level, but he still wouldn't go all the way.

Then his lips crashed against yours with the force of weeks of pent-up desire. This kiss didn't speak of courtesy, of patience. This was raw passion. It was furious and messy. you preferred this to sensitive steps around the intensity they both craved.

"You must still be drunk," you said playfully as you both pulled away to catch your breath. You held your hand to Chrollo's chest. His heart was beating surprisingly fast.

"If I'm drunk, then what are you?" Chrollo said with a lazy smirk.

"I'm drunk as well."

Chrollo threaded his hands through your hair, pulling the long strands through his fingers. He pulled you in close again with his hand at the back of your head.

You opened your mouth to allow for Chrollo's tongue to slip in. He lessened the intensity and slowly moved his tongue against your own tongue and lips. You couldn't help but let out soft moans that made Chrollo weak at the knees.

He pushed you against the wall to deepen your kiss. Drawings fluttered down, becoming detached with the sudden movement. Including that drawing.

Chrollo pulled away, much to your shock. You were left panting with reddened cheeks. Please don't let this end now.

He displayed a shit-eating grin. Even with his ego, in the current moment, his expression made you melt. His face was inches from yours, looking down into your (eye color) eyes.

He shifted his gaze down to the floor and said, "Nice drawing you have there."

You finally noticed what he had been so smug about. Shit. Your face flushed ten different shades of scarlet.

Chrollo leaned in as he did before and murmured in your ear, "I wish I could see the real thing."

You failed to not show your excitement. The way your eyes lit up exposed you. "I can arrange that."

At that, Chrollo leaned in again, this time moving to your neck. His lips fluttered down your throat to your collarbone. You leaned your head back and tried to control your uneven breath.

His lips reached the edge of the neckline on your dress. He raised his eyes to meet yours, asking for permission to go further.

You let out a breathy, "Yes. Please."

What you wanted to say was, Please, take me now.

It could be too soon for him. But based on how this was going, you expected it was leading to something more. Whatever that was, you wished you could know right now. The growing tension between your thighs began to ache.

Chrollo slipped his hand across your skin to the hemline of your dress, moving it completely off of your shoulder and down your arms. Your black see-through bra was now in full view. Your nipples grew hard at the sudden exposure.

At least I went with my fancy bra. You suddenly grew very shy. The last time you went even this far was years ago.

He evidently liked the lingerie for his hands immediately traveled to your breast to caress it as he continued to kiss you.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered against your neck. Your heart fluttered at his words.

Chrollo then moved his lips progressively further down as he slipped your dress off of your body. Soon your underwear came into view, then your feet. He helped your step out of the dress.

"Your turn," you said, unbuttoning his shirt. All the while he continued to distractingly leave lazy kisses upon your face, one on your forehead, your cheek, your lips.

After an agonizingly long time, you pulled off his shirt. Fuck.

You knew he would be defined. But him, this boy standing in front of you, resembled more of a greek statue than an actual human. It looked like his body had been sculpted by the finest stone on earth. He had a six-pack, defined pectoral muscles, and prominent collarbones. His biceps flexed as he leaned his hand against the wall, bracing himself. It was you who needed to brace yourself. Your breath hitched again at the sight of him.

You ran a hand up his firm body as you planted your lips upon his once again. This time Chrollo put his hands beneath your thighs, his fingers pressing into your soft skin. He picked you up easily.

You wrapped your legs around him as he brought you to the bed, kissing him all the while.

He dropped you down gently, releasing his grip off of your thighs. You took this time to look up at him and admire the beauty of his aroused state. He had a dangerous and wild look, with tousled hair and a constant smile playing at his lips. His heavy-lidded eyes were lazily focused upon you.

You continued to make out on the bed, its white silk sheets creating an angelic halo around you. Chrollo couldn't stand looking at you like this, underneath him. It was far too much power for one man to hold.

You reached to your back to undo the clasp of your bra. You threw it to the ground. Chrollo immediately began to touch your naked tits in a way that made you want to dissolve. He moved in circles around your nipples first, watching as they grew harder under his expert touch. Then he moved his mouth to the sensitive area, playing with you and biting slightly. You audibly moaned at the gesture. Damn the neighbors.

Chrollo sensed your desire to take it further. He looked up, grey eyes filled with lust, "Y/n...let me pleasure you."

It wasn't the suggestion you were expecting, but you were satisfied nonetheless. You didn't care about anything in the world besides what he could do to you at this moment, whatever it may be.

"If you say my name like that you can do anything you want to me," you said breathily. It was exactly what he needed to hear.

Chrollo smirked and moved to take off your soaking underwear. Under his pants, his dick grew visibly harder. He threw the underwear onto the floor.

Gently placing his finger at your throbbing core, he began to stroke. Upon receiving his touch your back arched involuntarily. You were beyond eager.

"Fuck... Chrollo..."

This served as encouragement for him to insert his finger deeper into you, curling it slightly. It hit your g-spot repeatedly, eliciting ungodly sounds from you.

As he was doing this, he slowly positioned himself on top of you, grabbing onto the bed frame with his spare hand. He just wanted to look at your face as you opened your mouth in delight.

He inserted one more finger which caused your arousal to heighten. God, he really knows how to do this.

Just as you felt the heat in your core escalating, he slid his finger out. You whimpered in protest.

Chrollo looked down at you with a wicked smile. "Beg for it."

Oh fuck.

You gladly would. It was more your instincts speaking than any coherent thought.

"Please... Chrollo..." you said between breaths.

You wanted to not only plead for him, you wanted to worship him.

"More."

This is what you had been missing out on all those weeks. And oh god, did you eat it up.

"FUCK please do that again," you exclaimed.

It was enough to convince him. Chrollo moved his face towards your slickened pussy.

Is he about to...

He pushed his hair back out of his face with his clean hand, his forehead tattoo revealed. For only a second, he raised his eyes to gaze into yours. You fell for him all over again at that simple glance.

Then he entered you. His tongue made you want to weep. He devoured your insides, soaking up the salty juices. You couldn't help but hold his head, pulling it closer to your body. You ran your hand through his soft black hair. There was so much heat between them that you were both perspiring.

You began to shudder." I'm going to... oh... fuck," you gasped.

You felt the sweet release of cum spread below you onto the sheets and Chrollo himself. You felt self-conscious for a moment. That is until Chrollo began to lick up your juices. He ran his tongue up your soft thighs.

"You taste so fucking good, darling."

Chrollo looked at you like he had fallen all over again as well. You grinned back at him. Your cheeks grew even redder, if possible. Your heart screamed to continue but you were too physically exhausted to move. Still, wouldn't Chrollo want his turn?

You laid there, naked and panting on the silk sheets. Chrollo flopped next to you, unaffected beside his flushed cheeks and a wide grin.

The lights were still low in the little room. Looking out the window, you saw that the sun had yet to rise. This was a positive fact because the only thing you needed to do now was to sleep. And preferably, cuddling with the boy next to you. You hoped he would stay. It was more than hope, really. Your body couldn't spend any more time away from him after that.

Damn. He was good. He was really, really fucking good.

He knew his way with words, to begin with. He said exactly what needed to be said to escalate your arousal. You wanted to worship those fingers, the way he so expertly felt around you like he had memorized a map. And his tongue was even more worthy of revere.

You flipped over to your elbows. Your breasts brushed against the bedding, noticeably making Chrollo gulp. You boldly reached to touch the front of his pants.

"You don't want a turn?" you smirked.

"This was more than enough for me."

He stared into your eyes as if he was calculating a complex math problem rather than looking at the person who just received the best head of their life.

You yawned, despite yourself. Your body ached with all the action of the night.

"Go to bed, sweetheart. I'll be here."

Those were the last words you heard before your eyes drifted shut. Exhaustion stilled your naked body. Chrollo reached over you to turn off the bedside lamp.

He wasn't nearly as tired. He could've gone for a couple more rounds, perhaps take it a step further if you so desired. But he knew you needed the sleep. Most of your makeup had rubbed off, displaying the dark circles under your eyes.

He slipped off his pants and threw them onto the floor with the rest of the clothes. He found the soft sheets and pulled them across you and himself. The bed was small but cozy. His strong chest was flush against your back.

Your (hair color) hair smelt of a summer day, like sunlight and wildflowers. He took this opportunity to feel up the rest of your glorious body. He ran his hand lightly from your shoulder to your hips, to your thighs. All of it was angelic to him.

He moved you closer with his arm, protectively wrapping it across your front. Somehow holding you like this felt far more intimate than any sexual activity. The way the moonlight graced your skin was majestic.

How had he fallen so hard, so fast? It was unlike him to act with such recklessness.

Through it all, he still had his mind. you had no way to tell the extent of his feelings. He made sure of this. His libido could act one way, that was clear from tonight. But he was an expert at controlling his outward emotions. You would never know. If you did, it would be over for him. All the planning will be for naught.

He closed his eyes before he could fall upon any more worries. He had already pondered the issue for many sleepless nights.

He fell into a dreamless slumber with you safe in his arms. You both slept soundly until the sun peeked through the window.

[stunudo]

Do Over

Featuring: JJ x Female Reader

Requested by: @marvelfanlife

Setting: AU Season 12

A/N: Thanks for requesting another piece! This is my second JJ fic (Sorry, I just assumed Will died, please don’t judge me). She is difficult for me to write because I find JJ too near to perfect. It is another long one; I hope I met your expectations! ***Connor @starbucksreid made a moodboard for the fic and I just had to add it! ***xoxo Stu

Warnings: Violence, high school (okay I’m listing this as kind of a joke, but you know it is a trigger for most of us) teacher, fluff and angst.

Your name: submit What is this?

Stepping into the bathroom, you recoil at the puddle of cold liquid encasing the bottom of your bare foot. You quickly grab a towel off the rod near the door, covering the bulk of the water.

“Henry? Buddy? What happened in the bathroom?” You called to your girlfriend’s oldest son. You were not a morning person. You had to keep your voice down because everyone else was still sleeping. Cleaning the bathroom floor was not how you wanted to start your day off. Henry did not respond. After finishing your business you headed downstairs to investigate the case of the flooded bathroom.

A trail of water led you down the stairs and into the kitchen. You found Henry diligently watering the plants with his favorite Star Trek cup. “Hey, Henry? You’re kind of making a mess, dude.”

“But if I get my chores done early then I get more,” Henry reached up to a high shelf, balancing on his tiptoes. You held your breath as he poured the last of the water into the aloe plant. “I get more time to play, Y/N, I’m just doing chores.” You nodded, knowing that his intentions were honest.

“Are you all done with that one?” You asked carefully. He nodded enthusiastically. “Great, now I have a new one.” After you and Henry cleaned up his trail with towels wrapped on your feet, you convinced him it was time for breakfast.

JJ came downstairs with Michael after you and Henry had started digging in. The toddler on her hip and the yoga pants on her muscular legs made you smile, she just made it all so easy. Your eyes met her knowing grin while catching you and Henry with both of your mouths overstuffed. “Good pancakes?” You nodded in unison.

JJ had found a great place to raise her boys, the neighborhood embraced you like one of their own. You hadn’t officially moved in yet, but you were there so often that you probably should talk to your landlord. Perhaps you should have that talk with JJ after the boys were in bed that night. The phone rang while you were all at the park at the far end of the subdivision. Scratch that, maybe next week.

JJ decided to drop the boys off with her mom as she headed in for the case. You didn’t have to work because it was the weekend, but you really wanted to get through the lab write ups your students turned in the day before. Mrs. Jareau was great with the boys and really made you feel like part of the family. You weren’t sure if it was because she missed having two daughters or if she really loved you as JJ’s partner.

Heading back to your loft, you checked the mailbox in the front entryway. You kept your head down, rummaging through the junk mail and few bills. The figure behind you didn’t catch your attention. But the heavy crash of metal on your skull did. Your head exploded in pain as you fell face first into the taupe paint.

Garcia’s concerned face welcomed the team into the conference room that Saturday afternoon. Her usual peppiness dampened by being the one taking her avenging angels away from their families and weekend frivolities. “Alright, my babies, all I can say is at least this one is local? So no wheels up talk, Emily, sorry you don’t get to say it today.”

Emily mimed a sly “Damn it!” before settling into her seat. Garcia brought up three pictures of missing high school teachers. “These women are all from the area, the first went missing a month a go. The next two weeks ago and the last just five days ago.” JJ scanned the photographs, each one had your hair color and soft cheeks. They all had some close variant on your hair style and eye color even. She hated when she felt similarities between her loved ones and victims from a case.

“All right, I want Reid and JJ to head to the location where the last body was found. Alvez and Rossi will head to question the latest victim’s family.” Prentiss started assigning tasks. “I am taking Walker with me to the precinct as Lewis is out of town on interviews. Touch base with us in two hours.”

“So what were you doing when you got the call?” JJ teased Spence from the driver seat of their SUV. He furrowed his brows in confusion at her question.

“You say that as if I were up to something scandalous, JJ.” Reid volleyed. “I have no idea what you think I was doing, but it wasn’t that.” He refocused onto the case files smugly.

JJ’s face slid in shock. “Spencer Reid, you do not start holding out on me now! I give you all my secrets and you just put on your poker face!”

“JJ, you and Y/N’s sex life is hardly secret, Garcia makes sure of that.” Spencer continued. “ Besides we should, uh, really get back to the case.” He gave the blonde a knowing look and held up the files in earnest.

“Alright, Dr. Profiler, who is abducting and killing high school teachers?” JJ tight lipped, trying to hide the embarrassment from her love life being common gossip.

“Easy answer: White Male, late teens to early twenties. He is holding a grudge, most likely a past student.”

“But they all taught at different schools and different subjects.” JJ pointed out.

“They appear to be surrogates, but we need to double check with the body to be sure. There were some signature pieces to the first two bodies that will let us see if the unsub is escalating.”

“Lucky us, body detail.” JJ muttered, turning the large vehicle off the freeway.

He drove away from your condo parking lot with you in the trunk of his ancient Oldsmobile. Consciousness was something that was not letting go of you. The duct tape on your face and wrists stung. The tape’s smell faded from your attention as your face rolled over old food wrappers and into an open bottle of windshield wiper fluid.  The space was large, but that meant you would slide back and forth, your body scraping and banging into the rough edges inside.

It felt like he was intentionally slamming on the breaks with each cruel intersection. Your mind told you to tell Howard Givens that he did a terrible job teaching Devon in Drivers’ Ed. Why the hell were you blaming your fellow teacher?! Of course it was Devon’s fault he drove like an asshole. He wasn’t just an asshole though, he was psychotic.

On the way to the dumpsite, JJ texted Y/N to let her know she was still in town, she hoped to be home each night as the case progressed. She kept her phone on silent while in the field, she would just check that Y/N got it later. Spencer waited for her to introduce them to the local cops securing the scene.

“Detective? I’m Agent Jareau, this is Dr. Reid, we’re from the BAU. Our Unit Chief sent us here to help in the analysis of the body and dumpsite.” After the pleasantries were exchanged, the older detective hobbled over to the location the body had been discovered. The techs cleared the area for Spencer to get to work. JJ continued to follow up with the Detective.

“How long are they saying she has been here?”

“Techs put exposure at around four hours, but Time of Death is closer to eight?” He read from his notebook.

“JJ?” Spencer called, “The unsub’s message changed. He’s moved on to the final target.”

“What does it say, Spence?”

“No More Do Overs?” Reid enunciated in a louder voice. “He carved it into her abdomen, post mortem.”

On the ride to the precinct, JJ let Reid drive so she could call her mom and Y/N to coordinate childcare and evening plans. Her mom was long winded, the boys were fine. But she gave JJ the idea that Y/N hadn’t been answering her phone. JJ quickly ended the call and tried her herself. The phone rang on until her calming voice announced her voicemail box. JJ’s large eyes locked on Spencer’s observing eyes, she shook her head in equal parts surprise and slight annoyance.

“What’s up?” He asked his friend.

“Y/N hasn’t texted me back, she hasn’t answered my mom’s calls AND her phone goes straight to voicemail.” JJ huffed.

“Call Garcia.” Spencer explained, parking the vehicle at the back of the lot.

“Pen?”JJ said back into her phone. “Can you ping Y/N’s phone for me? She isn’t answering and I am getting worried.”

Spencer picked up the files as he waited for Garcia to work her magic to calm their teammate’s nerves. His eyes flitted over the victim’s photographs, if he held them like a flip-book, their pictures almost merged. They almost perfectly merged in to a picture of Y/N. His hand started shaking, the victimology was clear now. Y/N was the final target.

But how was he going to tell JJ? He set the pictures back into the top folder, until Garcia ended the call.

“Her phone is off,” JJ said flatly. “But I just called it, so it must have been shut off recently. Garcia says she was just outside her school. Maybe she just needed to get some extra work done?”

Spencer’s brown eyes didn’t give away his revelation. “I think I found something for the case. Let’s get inside so I can go over it with the whole team?”

You were dragged out of the trunk and into a field of grass. The chalked lines had faded over time, it was months before football practices would resume. You jumped at the slamming of the trunk behind you. The small equipment shed loomed behind the car. Devon didn’t speak to you as he forced you into the barn-like doorway. Your mind raced over how you would get free from the young man’s strong grip. But all your struggling just made him pick you up.

Thrown over his shoulder like a roll of carpeting, your stomach puckered against his broad frame. Ugh, your labored breaths just added to the discomfort from the ride here. It wasn’t until you looked down at his shirt that you realized your were bleeding. He dropped you on your side landing abruptly on the cold cement floor. The door whined closed behind him, too heavy to stay open on its own.

“But what are you saying?!” JJ screamed, jamming her finger to her family’s picture on the evidence board. Emily’s eyebrows arched in concern for her friend, she crossed the office to pull JJ away from the picture.

“If Y/N is the unsub’s final target, we need to move, now.” Rossi barked.

Walker and Alvez were already strapping on their vests determinedly. Spencer had grown silent watching JJ dissolve in front of him. JJ paced, not letting Emily or Spencer near her. “How did I not see this?! I even thanked God she was safe once we got the case!”

“JJ,” Emily’s voice firm, “Can you think of any students that would be after Y/N? Has she had any violent altercations she had to report, any upset parents even?”

JJ rolled her eyes. “She’s a public school teacher in D.C., Emily. There are quite a lot of incidents that could have been the trigger.” Reid had his phone to his ear as he watched his close friends try to suss out the unsub.

“Garcia?” Reid began. “I need you to dig into school records, Y/N’s personnel file.”

“Reid?!” Garcia balked. “Why am I doing this now, don’t you have a case?”

“The unsub has Y/N.” Reid’s eyes locked on JJ’s tears. Her mouth quaked against her sob. She drew her hands to her eyes, clearing the water from her face. Now was not the time for tears, it was time to do her damned job.

“Emily, I am going with you.”

Emily’s head spun in a wave of ebony. Her eyes locked onto JJ’s stubborn stance beside the SWAT gear. “No, you’re not.”

Slowly you sat up, every part of you ached. The tape on your wrists was rolling at the edges, each movement ripped out more of your arm hair. Devon’s eyes were watching you, and yet he remained quiet. His calm demeanor unnerved you more than the fact that you were in an abandoned building, in an unused field, behind an empty high school. If you could scream, it wouldn’t help your chances of rescue.

You had to use what was around you, you had to think. What would JJ do? She would talk her way out, which was out of the options pool. She would also kick this punk kid’s ass, something you may be able to do if you weren’t restrained. God, JJ! What if you didn’t see her again? What if you became just another victim in the BAU’s tragic love story? Nope, you were not going there. You were going to get back to your family. Henry and Michael had already lost their daddy, you weren’t going anywhere.

You returned Devon’s steely gaze and awaited his revenge. After a three minute stand off, he shook his head. Then, amazingly, he left you alone in the shed. His footsteps fading against the gravel, you couldn’t hear him once he either got inside the car or made it to the grass. Now you just had to disappear before he returned.

Rossi was now talking JJ down. His voice louder than the newbies were used to hearing. “Jennifer! This is not the time to argue. We are going to get her back, but we can’t do that if your emotions are in the way.” His voice softened, as she inhaled against the returning tears. “Okay?”

“Okay,” JJ voice cracked.

“Rossi, will stay with you,” Emily explained. “Garcia is still digging. Reid, Walker, Alvez and I are heading out. Stay on the comms?” Her dark eyes waited for JJ’s acceptance of the order. The blonde nodded, leaning against the nearest desk.

“Spence?” JJ called to her closest friend. “Just be careful, okay?”

He nodded, his curls bobbed. Alvez watched the exchange closely, nodding without realizing. He was agreeing to keep the tall agent safe as well. Walker led the way out of the precinct into the waiting vehicles. The lead detective slid into one driver’s seat as Walker manned the other. SWAT drove the first truck in the caravan towards the empty high school campus. The BAU settled down for the twenty minute drive through weekend traffic.

You got to your feet just in time for Devon to return to the shed. In his hand was a baseball bat. He playfully spun it between his two palms, a hypnotic grotesque taunt. As you watched the would-be weapon, he started to laugh. Your eyes scrunched in disgust and fear. He started with your left knee, bowling you back to the ground.

Your scream pulled against your gag, your skin burned against the dense material. You knew he could do a lot more damage to you than a fractured knee cap. As he came at you for the second time, you tried to kick at him with your good leg. His eyes wild, jumping over your flailing limb like a Skip it! going in slow motion. This time the bat met your right foot, completely pinning you to the ground.

“Okay, Ms. Y/L/N, I seem to have gotten your attention. Now it is time for today’s lesson.” Devon barked, part animated comedian, part football coach.

The school was massive, the four members of the BAU, the two detectives and eight SWAT members circled the parking lot. There were no cars or people in sight. Alvez suddenly called out, causing Walker to slam on his breaks. He ran from the side door of the large vehicle, expertly checking for incoming attacks. He approached a small bundle against a back fence. The muscular man bent over, inspecting a handbag.

Luke held it up to Reid, the taller man had followed once his own vehicle had caught up. He nodded to the Hispanic man, not feeling any better about finding Y/N in the large abandoned buildings. “JJ? We found her purse, outside the school. It seems he just tossed it.”

“Alright, Alvez, keep moving.” Rossi answered over the communication units.

A honk from one of the idling SUVs caused the two men to look up. Walker was pointing out over the valley that held a football field and four tennis courts. There behind the goal post was a rusty car parked in front of a storage shed, which had been completely hidden from them on the road.

JJ was listening to the chatter from her teammates without really hearing it. She was frozen in place, the fear of losing you was too much. She wanted to punch something and to curl up on the floor. She had stopped crying, her face now a mask of exhausted indifference. Rossi knew what she was feeling without seeing it in her expression. He gave her the space she needed to process.

JJ remembered when you had first told her you loved her. It was quickly, over the phone as she was heading to another case out of state. She wasn’t expecting it. By the pause on your side of the line, she knew you hadn’t meant to let it slip out yet. She rushed home after that case, having taken down a pack of deranged sadists in a raid. She smiled, remembering the rush of heat on her face when she got to say it to you in person.

She hadn’t felt this helpless for so long. It lingered like the weighted vest you wear to get x-rays of your teeth; familiar yet unnecessarily confining. She shook herself free from the memories and the fear induced paralysis. JJ had work to do.

“Garcia, I want you to look into Y/N’s last school. She left that job about three years ago? I remember her mom saying she quit in the middle of the year, but I don’t think I ever found out why.”

You couldn’t leave, you couldn’t scream and you couldn’t fight back. It was an impossible situation. You stared back at your former student, whose life you had apparently ruined with a failing Chemistry grade three years prior. There was no other reason you had given this kid to attack you. He must have suffered a great deal since you had last seen him.

Devon Johnson was an athlete, you remembered, but you couldn’t recall what sports he played. He was smart enough, but wouldn’t put any effort in to the work. It was frustrating teaching kids like him. This specifically stung after spending two hours each day tutoring kids who were half as smart and twice as dedicated. You could lead a horse to water, but you couldn’t make a teenager care about their future.

His speech was rehearsed, it seemed he had a flare for the dramatic. The pain in your legs and head really took away from your ability to focus on the point he was trying to make though. Suddenly his reddened face was inches from yours. You gasped in shock, your eyes trying to focus on his.

“That’s what wrong with you teachers. You don’t think you have to do any listening. You think you’re the only ones with something important to say? Guess again, Ms. Y/L/N.” Devon spat in your face with each angered word. He stepped back to get a wider swing, this one landing swiftly to your temple. You lost time.

The team flew down the gravel driveway towards the empty car. They didn’t bother with sirens as they only had a short distance and no traffic to deflect. Prentiss led the charge, her guilt over leaving JJ behind melted in her determination to fry this unsub that coursed through her veins. The slamming doors didn’t draw anyone out of the vehicle or the shed. Alvez scanned the rust bucket, shaking his head at Prentiss’ watching eyes.

She nodded to Walker, they moved in sync towards the wide door. Tossing the door open, “FBI!” was called from numerous mouths. There on the cement slab flooring was Y/N lying bound and unconscious in a puddle of her own blood. Spencer gasped seeing his friend like that.

Prentiss nodded to the slender man to examine her. He called to a detective, so not to alert JJ on the other end of the comms. “Call an ambulance on your radios, victim found, unconscious with blunt force trauma to the head and legs.” Emily continued to search the crowded space, her flashlight snaking in wide arches through the stacks of equipment.

“FBI! Put your hands up!” Walker’s deep voice boomed from the other side of the door. “Drop the weapon, son.” His voice firm, but calm. Emily and Alvez flanked the tall dark agent. Devon Johnson was trapped, three trained guns pointed at his face. Laughing he dropped the bat, the sound dinging throughout the dark shed. “It’s alright, I got it this time. She’s done for. I finally passed.” His rants would be humorous if they weren’t so unsettling. The unwell young man put his hands to the back of his shaved head. His revolting look told Emily he was proud of his accomplishment.

Walker holstered his weapon and reached for his cuffs, approaching the suspect. He went quietly, at least. The paramedics arrived and Y/N was on the gurney when they finally called in the apprehension.

“JJ, we got him. They are taking Y/N to the hospital, you can meet us there.”

“Oh no!” JJ’s voice strained. “Is she okay?!”

Emily hesitated too long, a sob burst over the open channel. “They are doing everything they can for her. Reid is riding with her, alright?”

JJ couldn’t speak. Rossi’s voice came through clearly. “Good job, guys. We’ll catch up shortly.”

The ride to the hospital was one of the longest car rides JJ had ever taken. It was only 5 miles from the precinct steps to the Emergency Room entrance. Rossi opened the door for his passenger who was clearly having difficulty putting one foot in front of the other. Garcia had driven from headquarters and met them in the parking lot. Her comforting arms practically carried JJ’s numb form to the waiting room. Alvez and Walker were standing talking near the revolving doors.

Spencer and Emily were seated nearest the nurses’ station. Their keen eyes watching every doctor, orderly or nurse who passed by. JJ felt her legs were boulders as she joined the huddle of friendship that waited for her. Then the real waiting began.

Y/N was in surgery for a brain bleed for four hours. The team left to rest in shifts, though Reid and Garcia never left JJ’s side. Emily had to wrap up the investigation with the locals, otherwise she would have been there as well. Penelope had already talked to Mrs. Jareau about the boys, giving as good an explanation as she could to how Y/N had been injured. Reid was reciting bits from ‘Born Standing Up’ by Steve Martin to try to get JJ to laugh.

During the second hour she fell asleep between her two pillars of support. Penelope held JJ’s feet while Reid held her head, having used his Kevlar and a cardigan as a make shift pillow in his lap. She didn’t dream.

When JJ woke up, everyone else had fallen asleep. She slowly unfurled her tense limbs and began to pace the waiting room. It was after her third lap that she found her phone to call her mom.

The doctor let JJ back to Y/N’s room in post-op ICU. It had taken a grueling hour longer then they anticipated, but finally the BAU heard Y/N had made it through the surgery. She had four broken bones in her right foot, hemorrhaging on the brain that was going to need to be continually monitored, a stellate fracture in her left knee cap and raw skin from her restraints.

When JJ entered the room all she saw was the most beautiful woman in the world. Beneath all the gauze and tubes, there she was and she was alive! JJ waited by her side all night, waiting for her love to wake up and come back to her.

Michael had started talking. His little eyes wide as he copied your prompts. “Doggie? Can you say doggie?”

“Dug-dy?” He sputtered. You all clapped at his achievement. You saw JJ smiling at you holding her baby and you knew your heart wasn’t done growing yet. Her pink lips framed her perfect teeth, her blue eyes shining at you. It took your breath away.

You were coughing. Why couldn’t you breath? Something was in your throat, you had to get it out. Where were you?! JJ’s voice was calling for a doctor, she was nearby! Then suddenly there were strange faces peering down at you, too many hands were checking you. The fear continued to stutter your breathing. Slowly a familiar voice made sense. “Y/N, babe, you have to calm down, ok?” JJ begged. “There is a tube in your throat to help you breathe.”

You could see her now, her eyes reassuring and tired, so tired. You nodded at her, wanting to scream that you loved her, that you were so happy she was here. A deep voice spoke from the other side of the bed, “We are going to remove the tube, but it is going to hurt. Are you ready for the procedure?”

You blinked in frustration of more pain, but nodded to the doctor with the beady eyes.

JJ came back into the room after you had been triple checked by the doctor and two nurses. She was so lovely. Her worried face forced a smile for your benefit. You moved your hand, hoping she would take it. She did, the warmth flooding you with hope.

“Y/N, I am so sorry I let him get you. I never thought you were in danger. I never.” She stopped herself, sniffling. She took a few deep breaths. You wanted to reach for her, to let her know you were here and it was going to be okay, eventually at least.

“I am not going to lose you, Y/N. Do you hear me?” JJ stated defiantly. “I am here, no matter what. I want you, for always. Do you understand?” You thought you did, but somehow there were tears blocking your view of her beauty. You coughed, your throat still raw from the tubing.

“Don’t talk, just nod?” JJ sniffled. “Or shake your head too, if that’s how you feel.” She took both of your hands now, gently as they were bandaged. “Y/N, I want all of your tomorrows. I want the recovery, the physical therapy sessions, the work, the smiles, the late nights. I want it all. I want you. Forever. Marry me?” She said it with such a burning intensity that your eyes exploded. Your heavy head a resounding affirmative.

“Yes?” JJ checked, kissing your hands.

“Y-yes,” you gasped against the pain in your vocal chords. She leaned in and kissed your chapped lips. You patted the bed, calling her to you. She didn’t even hesitate, she crawled right over the rail and snuggled into your side. Right where she would fit, forever.

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LOADING INFORMATION ON NEON’S LEAD VOCAL, LEAD DANCE DANIELLA KIM...

IDOL DETAILS

STAGENAME: Dani CURRENT AGE: 19 DEBUT AGE: 19 TRAINEE SINCE AGE: 15 COMPANY: Midas SECONDARY SKILL: N/A

IDOL PROFILE

NICKNAME(S):  boyfriend dani INSPIRATION: the legendary female soloist boa is her idol, especially because their discovery stories are very similar.  SPECIAL TALENTS:

dance covers – play any popular song and there’s a 95% chance dani knows the choreography. it’s very common for her to cover songs from boy groups, girl groups, and soloists on variety shows for both random dance challenges and to show off her talent.

cooking meat – dani is your local barbecue dad.

finding cameras – she’s got a really good eye for finding cameras, even when they’re filming from far away.

NOTABLE FACTS:

was discovered at an overseas audition in her hometown of san francisco, california.

can speak english fluently.

likes watching horror movies.

really dislikes mushrooms and tries to avoid eating them as much as possible.

IDOL GOALS

SHORT-TERM GOALS:

since neon has only recently debuted, dani’s goal for now is to take their debut as far as it can go. it’s no longer about just herself as a trainee trying to debut, but to work with the rest of her members as a team. her goals for neon include winning number one on music shows, gathering more international fans, and becoming an overall more popular girl group in the k-pop industry. there are a lot of high expectations for neon, especially since it’s in a company as well-known as midas, and she hopes to live up to them.

LONG-TERM GOALS:

currently, dani is still very confused as to what she wants to do with her life and if being an idol is the right choice. her very personal long-term goal is to figure out whether she wants to stay on this career path as an entertainer, and if not, leave. if this does end up being the right choice for her, then she would like to make a living in the future off of simply her variety skills, such as a talk show, and eventually stop performing as her main source of income.

IDOL IMAGE

if it wasn’t her potential and talent as a dancer and singer that got dani into midas media, it was her eccentric personality. her character is one that’s hard to forget and even more difficult to ignore — daniella kim is unafraid of attention, even when she does something embarrassing. after years of midas media staff and management seeing her constantly crack jokes and act like a troll, midas knew that she’d be the perfect 4d factor of the group. most people call her dorky, but neon fans call her a “crackhead”. dani’s onscreen personality is very much similar to her offscreen, just more toned down to avoid coming off overbearing or annoying to netizens. midas hoped that this would bring in more attention for the group on variety shows as well as be refreshing for fans to enjoy a humorous idol with a very outgoing and non-serious image.

due to this bold image of hers, dani is often shameless with her actions and quirks. she has a boyish charm that makes her do things that make her seem like a boyfriend. fans swoon over how she helps fellow female idols up/down stairs, gives her jacket to members when it’s cold, and reenacts famous k-drama scenes as the male lead. known as neon’s “boyfriend” member, dani is often playfully flirtatious with neon members and other female idols. this coincides rather well with the group’s girl crush concept.

creating a persona for daniella within the group wasn’t too difficult of a job. midas took her offscreen personality and amplified it, playing it up on variety shows and other programs with special emphasis on certain quirks and habits that came off 4d and/or girl crush-y. gifs, videos, and photos of her fingerguns, winks, head pats, and the like probably bring in more female fans than male. it’s also not uncommon to see memes made of her.

IDOL HISTORY

born and raised in san francisco, california, both daniella and her older brother, david, did not have many opportunities to connect to or learn about their south korean heritage. she had no interest in dancing, singing, or anything of that sort. the only exposure to k-pop that daniella had was thanks to her father; silent car rides were replaced with south korea’s top hits, played by cds that her father would burn every few weeks. what started as famous ballads and trot songs eventually turned to something different as first generation idol groups became popular and the k-pop industry was born. daniella, uninterested in that part of korean culture, was more attentive to different things. she watched a lot more korean movies, dramas, and shows while her brother watched more music videos and enjoyed keeping up with his favorite idols.

david eventually joined his high school dance team after being so greatly inspired by his favorite k-pop groups. his parents supported him, happy that they had a son with passion and drive for something rather than nothing at all. in all honesty, they believed it was a phase. nothing but a hobby, just a fun form of exercise and a great stress reliever. both daniella’s parents and her brother encouraged her to join the dance team when she entered high school, and with some reluctance, she agreed. it turned out to be more fun than expected — dani made friends, performed at rallies, and even won top titles at competitions with her team. her dance talent was genetic, many of her friends would say. then they would laugh as daniella danced along to a k-pop song that came on during practice, because “i thought you didn’t listen to k-pop, dani!” it was completely unintentional, but k-pop grew on her slowly.

then came the year of goat: 2015. daniella, enjoying the beginning of her summer vacation after finishing her freshman year of college, sat at the kitchen table eating dinner when her brother burst out of his room. “i wanna go to an audition at least once in my life,” he said, trying to convince their parents to let him attend an audition of some sort. midas media was holding its annual global audition in san francisco, only a twenty minute drive from the kim home. “on one condition,” their father said. “take your sister with you.”

daniella went as moral support if anything, holding her brother’s papers as he practiced the dance routine he had prepared for his audition and fetching him water or snacks when asked. she had absolutely no plans or desire to audition herself and stood around to patiently wait for her brother’s dreams to come alive. she was at a vending machine buying a candy bar when a middle aged man asked her if she was here for the midas auditions, to which she politely declined. he encouraged her to, and david supported it. she was already here and she could just do it for fun. it’d be a fun story to tell her friends, if anything. dani, reluctantly once more, agreed.

to this day, dani still believes it was luck that made her pass the audition. she had the least amount of interest in this audition out of all the people there, yet for some reason she stuck. while she wasn’t the most talented of the bunch, the potential and the visuals were there. perhaps it was the funny konglish joke she told the audition panel that sealed the deal.

arrangements were made very quickly for daniella. david was jealous but supportive nonetheless, and her parents cried as they sent their daughter off to live with her aunt in seoul. never in a million years did they expect her to pursue a career in the k-pop industry, but this was what she wanted. at least that’s what everyone thought. at the young and naive age of fifteen, daniella experienced culture shock in her new home of south korea. on top of that, she spent everyday under the very tough trainee contract and schedule of midas media. the first two years were spent looking through rose colored glass — she couldn’t afford to question her life plans or dreams. she didn’t have the time or energy to when she was trying so desperately to keep up with the competitiveness and rigor of being a trainee. she wanted what every other person wanted: recognition. at age seventeen was when the questioning began. daniella loved dancing, and she was damn good at it now with the help of all the practicing she’s been doing as a trainee. she was also excelling in other skills, specifically singing. while her hard work was paying off for her personal improvement, there didn’t seem to be an end in sight. did she even want to become an idol? was this all worth it?

just as her doubts were hitting peak level, the universe swept in to save her in the form of speech. rumors about a new lineup. rumors about a new girl group. rumors about debut. they were, of course, whispers and gossip passed along between trainees in the studios and hallways. they couldn’t be completely trusted, but at the same time, dani couldn’t help herself. she had already spent years in midas, growing up under the care of trainers and music instead of her parents. she had worked so hard to fit into south korea’s cultural standards, changing her attitude and appearance. there was no way in hell she was going to let that go to waste when there was a possibility for debut. she refused to believe all of the emotional and physical strife she had gone through would go to waste.

and thank god she did. daniella has been good to midas, and midas has been good to her. placed in neon as the lead vocalist and lead dancer, dani has gone from not caring about k-pop at all to becoming a k-pop idol herself. even through all the late nights wondering what she’s doing with her life, the fleeting doubts of whether or not this career is for her, and concerning self reflections on her happiness and how to pursue it, nobody can ignore the popularity and success neon is gaining. besides, this is what she’s been waiting for all these years… right?