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[tisfan]

tippy06 replied to your post “Too Hard to Handle”

Oh my God. Can I have some more? With smut...please?

Right now we’re just doing snarky prompts that are short, to kind of stretch our muscles after doing a lot of plot heavy stuff. But we are doing the Kinky Bingo again in a month or so, so who knows, this might get worked into a longer fill.

[dontshootmespence]

Farewell Criminal Minds!

For 15 years this show has been a big part of my life. Through high school, college, my first years on the job, suicidal ideations, good times, better times and anything and everything in between, Criminal Minds has been a constant for me. I fell in love with the characters from the very beginning and without them and this show I wouldn’t be who I am today. 

As the show comes to a close, I find myself both sad and happy. It’s over, sure, but it brought me so many close friends that I couldn’t imagine my life without. It brought me a love of writing that has included fanfiction and original work. The show made me a writer. It and so many of the OG CM accounts inspired me to start writing and know I consider ‘writer’ as an integral part of who I am. How cool is that? A show and so many of its amazing fans have made me who I am today.

Though the show is over, let the fandom remain dedicated. And always remember: 

Spencer Reid taught us its okay for us to embrace who we are in every way, no matter what.

Derek Morgan taught us that our pasts do not define us. What matters is how we conduct ourselves each and every day.

Jennifer Jareau taught us that we can make our lives what we want them to be. Family-oriented, professional, both, it doesn’t matter. We can be who we want to be and are better people because of it. 

Emily Prentiss taught us it’s okay to take a step back to find ourselves and it’s okay if your family is the one you’ve chosen rather than the one you were born into.

Penelope Garcia taught us to smile in the face of negativity and adversity. It’s hard and it can rarely be done alone, but it can be done and we’re all the better for it.

David Rossi taught us what it means to family - there for each other through thick and thin. 

Tara Lewis taught us to stand tall, drop that ‘weight’ and walk around like the badasses we are.

Luke Alvez taught us the value of friendship and how quickly it can form.

Matt Simmons taught us not to let the poison of our jobs and everyday lives snake their way into precious family time.

Aaron Hotchner taught us to always do what is right, even though it may not be easy.

Tagging a bunch of CM accounts that have made my experience what it is today: @heycasbutt @cherrybombs-and-rabbitholes @thespringpriestess @illegalcerebral @stunudo @remember-me-forever-silent-angel @veroinnumera @brywrites @beautiful-bau-beau @gayreids @girlscrushes @imagine-criminal-minds @ilikepipecleanerswitheyes @hotchnerfuckmeup @kalie-bee @literallyprentissstwin @merlxn-emrys @madamredwrites @naturallytom @notsopersonalcharlie @original-criminal-fanfics @obsessedwithspencerreid @prettyboyeffect @princesswagger16 @reid-fiction @reiding-and-writing @reidreader @rmmalta @spencereidings @spence-imagines @spencerthepipecleaner @toyboxboy  @ummspencerreid @wonderboygenius @zugzwangxo @chaotic-fanfics @jockjenniferjareau @itsmeedee @mcuparkers @tenaciousarcadeexpert @marvelfanlife @bucky-smiles @spencescurls @collinsstanharbour @livingtheobsessedlife @bleedreid @hotch-and-reid @tippy06 @wanderlustbynature @comehealinmyarms

[pray4jensen]

Faith

deancas, coda, 15.02

-

There are about a million signs that the world is ending. Cas can see them in the water, can feel them in the wind, rippling through the very earth.

But the biggest sign is Dean.

He doesn’t believe in free will anymore.

So, You asked what about all of this is real? Cas says to him and Dean pauses to listen.

We are.

-

Maybe it’s because Dean’s heart is broken.

He fights like he isn’t sure what’s worth fighting for. He hunts ghosts not because he wants to but because he’s angry. When the day is over, they go back to the school, Dean’s shoulders just as tense as when they first left.

“It won’t be long,” Sam says, fingers brushing over his wound, and Cas feels a sudden rush of admiration for him, he who tried to kill God. “We’ll let the townsfolks know that the gas leak is fixed in the morning. Do one last sweep for ghouls and clear out before the real FBI gets in.”

They nod and go their separate ways.

Pretending as if there won’t always be ghosts now.

-

It’s not that Cas needs sleep but the events of last week are enough to make him crave it.

When he enters the gymnasium, there are already mats out, strewn helter-skelter, and soon enough, Sam will no doubt herd the rest here, the one safe place from which to watch over.

Cas takes his place among them.

He pulls his trench coat over his legs and closes his eyes.

But sleep doesn’t come easy.

-

It’s somewhere between the point where Cas’ mind is already drifting that his phone lights up, vibrating across the floor right into Cas’ outstretched hand.

The number on the screen is Dean’s. For a moment, he considers answering it.

But in the end, he doesn’t have to because it stops ringing altogether.

Dean sends him a text.

-

Dean 8:46 p.m.

             where r u

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[ialwayscomewhenyoucall]

Siren Song

endverse!destiel

~1.3k words

Dean doesn’t bother knocking. It’s Thursday night, Cas is always waiting for him on Thursday nights.

And sometimes other nights. The thought comes, unbidden. Unwanted. He pushes it aside.

“Cas?” he says, but he’s not expecting an answer. The cabin is clearly empty.

At war within himself--go? stay? go?--he closes the door to keep the mosquitoes out and ends up on the inside. He decides that decides it for him--he’ll stay and wait. Not that he has to. He doesn’t need these nights with Cas.

Right, says the voice in his head. Dean ignores it.

Wandering aimlessly around the single-room space, Dean lets his eyes slide across the wooden walls, the plain, worn furniture. Cas lost the last of his grace over a year ago, but he still decorates his place like an angel. Stark, sterile. Dean is here often, but he’s never really got eyes for the decor. Maybe he should find Cas something colorful to brighten the place up. Blue, maybe. He could probably scrounge up some curtains…

The small kitchen table is cluttered with papers, some stacked neatly, others wrinkled and battered and tossed about. Dean sits in one of the two chairs. There’s a lantern on the table too; Dean is careful to keep it away from the papers when he lights it, mindful of possible sparks.

His breath catches in his throat. He’d seen Cas drawing, but he’d never seen any of his work before now. It’s...well, it’s breathtaking.

All the people who matter, he sees them staring back at him. Bobby, Ellen, Jo, Chuck. He picks up a drawing of Sam laughing, not with Lucifer’s cruel eyes but his own true happy light shining from every line.

There are others. Angels. Those have a certain quality to them--not sharp, not blurry, but different. Like Cas was trying to capture their angelic bodies while drawing their human vessels. They’re all done in charcoal and ordinary pencil, but somehow they shine with hints of grace.

And everywhere, everywhere, is Dean. For every drawing of another there are five of Dean, maybe more. His hands begin to shake. Cas has been under him, over him, inside him, but these drawings make him feel more known than he’s ever been. He stands quickly, the chair clattering to the floor. He’s pacing in front of the table, beads of sweat forming on his forehead, thoughts racing.

He’d always thought...no. It’s time for honesty, right? Because these drawings are nothing if not honest. He tries again.

Back before the world went mad, he and Cas had a connection. From the very beginning there’d been...something. Cas always called it “a more profound bond.” Nothing ever happened, aside from lots of lingering glances and quite a few late-night fantasies--on Dean’s part, at least. But once Cas had begun the trek toward humanity, once Dean had lost his brother, once nearly every moment had become devoted to survival...it hadn’t taken long for them to take solace in one another.

For him it had always been more than solace. He acts like it’s just physical, but he craves the times Cas lets him stay all night, lets him be close. He never lets himself ask, he’s so afraid he’ll frighten Cas away and he’ll be left with nothing.

But these drawings. Dean stops pacing and picks up a drawing of himself, sprawled on his stomach on Cas’s bed, naked and asleep. There are constellations of freckles across his back, and three jagged knife scars that hadn’t been stitched well, and a puckered gunshot scar on his right shoulder. The detail is sharp, but Dean looks so soft, almost at peace. And Dean knows if he had been sleeping anywhere but in Cas’s bed he would have had tension in every line of his body instead.

And another--Dean in the barn, gripping Ruby’s knife in his fist. Defiance in his eyes. He looks fearless. Funny, part of him had been paralyzed with fear. He must have kept it well hidden.

The door rattles and there’s Cas, staring at him, eyes narrow and puzzled. Dean feels like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Except he hasn’t had a cookie in years.

“Dean. I wasn’t expecting you.”

Mouth dry, Dean says, “Uh, it’s Thursday.”

Cas tilts his head, and looks more like the angel he was than he has in months. “It’s Wednesday, Dean.”

“No, it’s n--” Dean starts to say, but then he stops and thinks about it. Could it actually be Wednesday? The names of days matter less and less, running one into another.

“I’m sorry,” he says, confused and embarrassed. “I’ll go.”

He’s past Cas and in the doorway when Cas says, “Wait,”

Dean stops, helpless. Cas is a siren, Dean a parched and starving sailor. He turns but doesn’t look at Cas; he won’t do that unless Cas asks. Because now he knows Cas can see into him, and if Cas looks into his eyes right now he’ll know that all this is more than just sex to Dean. More than just scratching an itch. And if Cas sends him away for good Dean will truly go mad in this world of madness.

“Stay,” Cas says, and Dean realizes Cas isn’t looking at him either. Dean glances up to see that he’s at the table, fingers trailing over the scattered drawings, his back to Dean.

“I never meant for you to see these,” Cas says, his voice low and soft. Almost raw. His shoulders slump under worn flannel and Dean can’t help but remember the powerful wings that once sprouted from those shoulder blades.

“I didn’t mean to look.” It’s mostly true.

Silence ticks between them, then Cas starts to gather up the drawings, says, “Just give me a minute to put these away.”

“Don’t.” The word is out of Dean’s mouth before he can think, and he immediately wants to take it back.

Cas freezes.

“I mean…” Dean looks for the words. Finally he just says, “Show me?”

Cas turns and looks at Dean, and even though he’s fully clothed Dean has never felt so naked. So seen.

Their eyes are locked, and Dean couldn’t look away now even if he wanted to. Heart trying to beat its way out of his chest he says, “I’ll stay even if you don’t want to show me your work, Cas. I’ll stay every night if you’ll let me. Hell Cas, I’ll be whatever you need me to be. Just so long as it’s yours.” Cas’s eyes widen at this; just a fraction, but Dean’s looking close enough to see. He takes a step closer, reaches out but doesn’t touch. “But I want more than midnight rendezvous. Who knows how much time we even have left anymore--I want to kiss you in the sunlight.”

Cas doesn’t move, doesn’t even blink, and Dean’s heart sinks. All he can hear is his own uneven breath and his pounding heart, and the longer Cas stands staring at him the more Dean is sure Cas is going to send him away.

He can’t take that. He’ll make it easier.

“I’ll go,” he mumbles, turning away before Cas can see the hurt in his eyes.

And then Dean is spun around and slammed against the wall. One of Cas’s hands is gripping the front of his shirt and the other rather posessively pressed against his shoulder, right where his handprint once shone. Cas’s face is mere inches from his own.

“I’ve loved you since I raised you from perdition, Dean Winchester. I’ve belonged to you ever since--even when I told you I didn’t. Please.” He takes a breath, then another, then presses a soft kiss to Dean’s lips, never breaking eye contact. “Please stay.”

“And after?” Dean says carefully.

“Stay after,” says Cas. He loosens his grip on Dean’s shirt, runs his hand over his chest instead. Dean’s breath is ragged. Cas looks up at him, eyes warm but true. “Stay always.”

. + . + . + . + . + .

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[spencerreidreads]

I Want to Tell You part 7 (Spencer Reid x reader)

(a/n: this definitely isn’t how i planned this going, but as i kept writing it just kind of flowed out.)

part 1  part 2  part 3  part 4  part 5  part 6

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Spencer walked into his apartment around 11pm, exhausted. He spent most of his night arguing with his now ex girlfriend Hannah, or well her yelling at him. She started screaming at him saying that he “wasted her time” and to go “fuck himself”. He had told her that he was leaving her because he realized he was in love with Y/N, and in hindsight that probably wasn’t the best idea. He’d never broken up with anyone before, so he thought honesty was the best policy.

He collapsed onto his couch and considered calling you, but he was too afraid of the possibility of rejection that he’d gotten his whole life. So instead he sat in his living room trying to think of ways to somehow get you to understand why he couldn’t tell you his feelings, but nothing was coming to him.

So just like their old tradition, Spencer walked in with two coffees, one for him and one for you. However, you walked in holding your own coffee, so he just felt embarrassed and gave it to JJ instead.

“Spence, this is Y/N’s coffee order…” JJ said quietly to him, leaning on his desk while you went to go pick up some files.

“Yeah,” he paused to clear his throat as a way to stall, “I wanted to make things right with her, but I’m scared.”

“She loves you, why would you be afraid?” “Well I mean you’ve seen how things have been the last few days...What if she doesn’t want to talk to me?” Spencer asked looking up at JJ finally.

“You know her better than most of us, just say what’s in your heart,” JJ smiled, ruffling his hair as she walked away.

You came walking back with a huge stack of files, and just a few steps away from your desk they all started dropping to the floor. Spencer popped up from his desk, and ran to your rescue helping you pick up all the files from the floor.

“You don’t have to help me, it’s okay,” you said not making eye contact with him.

“But I want to,” he replied softly.

“Reid,” he cringed at the fact that you used his last name, “you-”

You were both crouched on the floor when it came out like word vomit, “I-I I broke up with Hannah!”

You looked into his eyes and it was obvious he was searching for some sort of reaction from you.

You stood, placing the fallen files onto your desk, Spencer following suit.

“Why?” you whispered, knowing that most of the team was watching your interaction.

“I don’t know why it took me so long to realize it, and Y/N I’m so sorry for everything, but I think I’ve been in love with you for a long time….” He paused for a moment realizing what he just said, “No, not think. I know I’ve been in love with you for a long time.”

“Spencer, I’ve waited so long to hear you say that...but-” you were holding back tears, “I just can’t deal with this right now, I’m sorry.”

And with that you walked right back into the file room to finish what you were originally doing, only to be followed by a determined Spencer.

“Y/N I’m being serious,” he said closing the door to the room behind him, trapping you in there.

“Please get out of my way Spencer, I said I didn’t want to deal with this right now,” you weren’t giving into him.

“I’m not giving up!” he had to remind himself to lower his voice, because even though everyone knew what was going on between the two of them, this really was their business, “The other night in our hotel room...when you told me how you felt--”

At this point you were actually crying, so Spencer slowly walked closer to you, testing the waters not wanting to upset you further.

You looked down at the ground, not wanting to let him see you cry. He used one of the fingers that you always fantasized about to lift your chin so that you would look at him.

“Let me start from the beginning,” he took a deep breath, “I’ve never been in a relationship before so I didn’t know that our friendship was actually love. And when I got with Hannah, I thought I was happy, but then your little scheme with Christian actually worked. I couldn’t stop thinking about how I wanted to be in his position.

“And then you told me how you felt...and I wanted to tell you too, but I couldn’t cheat on Hannah. But I really do love you. Just ask JJ she figured it out on the last case.”

You two stood staring at each other for what felt like an eternity, you still silent, “Please say something,” Spencer pleaded.

All you could do was fall into his arms, enveloping him in the biggest hug of your life, mumbling into his chest, “I missed you.”

He kissed the top of your head, wrapping his arms around you too, laughing a little bit, “It’s only been like two days.”

“Two days too long.”

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[maealbert]

Memory Loss // Spencer Reid

AU Characters: Spencer Reid x Reader A/N: Finished the last season of Full House (all 8 seasons are on Hulu, fyi) and I got inspired by Michelle’s memory loss to write this piece, so enjoy. Master List

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Picking up the glass of water off of the counter, you drank what was left in it. Opening the dishwasher and placing the glass inside the racks, you close the door and head for the hallway when you see Spencer stepping out of the bedroom. He rubs one of his eyes with one hand, the other one dragging through his hair. “Hey, you okay?” He asks, his voice raspy.

You nod your head. “Just thirsty was all.” You reply. “Sorry if I woke you.”

“You didn’t wake me.” Spencer says shaking his head. “I almost pee’d in my dream.” A smile spreads across your face, a soft giggle emitting from your throat.

“Well I’m going to head back to bed.” You say slipping past him and going into your bedroom. Laying down in bed, you stared up at the one lonely glow-in-the-dark star that was stuck on the ceiling. How did that get there? Did you put that there? Shaking your head, you rolled over in the bed and pulled the sheets up to your chin.

“Spencer, I think we should pull over. It’s getting too dangerous.” You say, your hands shaking and your heart racing. Your anxiety was on a high. The storm broke out just as the two of you pulled off the interstate exit.

“I think you’re right.” He says. “I believe that’s a gas station on the left. I’ll pull in there and park while we wait for this rain to calm down.” He puts on his blinker and waits as the cars pass by, hoping for a clearing soon so he get in and park. The windshield wipers were rapidly moving back and forth as the rain poured down on the car. Headlights began to fill the rearview mirror, lighting up the inside of the car. “Shit, shit...” Spencer mutters as he rapidly begins turning the steering wheel. “Fuck! Doesn’t this asshole see us?!”

The last thing you remember was screaming his name before your head collided with the dashboard and everything went black.

Waking up again you found yourself in the hospital. It was dark again and raining. Was it the same night? You try to sit up but this sharp headache struck. Wincing you grabbed hold of your head and laid back down. Hearing somebody groan beside, you see a man slumped in the chair beside the bed. Gauze wrapped around his hand and a patch on his forehead. He lifts his head and rubs his eyes with his good hand. Lifting his head, he looks up at you. Instantly springing out of the chair, he runs over to the bed to sit down. “Hey, you’re awake. How’re you feeling?”

“My head hurts..” You reply.

“I bet it does.” He says reaching your hand. You quickly pulled it away and looked up at him. He could see the fear in his eyes. “(Y/N)..” He speaks.

Your furrow your eyebrows in confusion as you look at him. “Do I know you?”

“Wha-” He shakes his head. “I forgot.. I’m sorry.. He told everyone to introduce themselves in case you..you uh..”

“Oh, I’m sorry..” You mutter. “I guess your fears came true, huh?” The man nods his head. “Who are you?” You ask.

“I am Spencer. Spencer Reid.”

“What time is it?”

Spencer glances down at his watch. “Nine o’clock.”

“How long have I been here?”

“Just a few hours. The others had to head back to the police station to finish the case?”

“The others? Case?” You say confused again.

Spencer clears his throat. He gets off the bed and turns on the light above the bed. “The others would be the team.” He begins to explain to you as he pulls his chair over. “Emily is our unit chief, Penelope is our technical analyst, JJ used to be the liaison for a number of years and then she got promoted to profiler--”

“Profiler?” You question. “Like the FBI?”

Spencer nods his head. “And you are one of them.”

“I am?” Spencer nods his head again. “How many of us are on the this..uh..team.”

“Well there’s you, Emily, JJ, Penelope, myself and four others.”

“Wow..” You say in exasperation. “That’s a lot of people.”

“Large group with a lot of brain.” He says making you giggle.

“I know this is random, but can you tell me about myself?”

“No random at all.” Spencer says chuckling. “Well you are...”

You lifted your head to look at the clock. Midnight. Behind the digital clock sat a photo of you and Emily--as Spencer had pointed out to you. The two of you were laughing in the photo. You wondered what happened to be so hilarious while the photo was taken. Sitting up in bed, you picked up the photo to look at it better. The moonlight caked it and illuminating the lonely tear had managed to escape and land on the glass of the frame. Filling a burst of anger inside of you, you chuck the photo across the room. It collides with the wall and shatters to pieces on the floor.

Your bedroom swings open and Spencer runs in quickly turning on the overhead light. He notices the broken photograph on the floor. Turning his attention to you he begins to notice the fresh tears that have come down your cheeks. “Are you okay?” He asks as he comes over to the bed and sits down.

“I just want to remember!” You cry, choking on your tears. “I can’t remember what happened in that bloody photo!”

“Hey hey hey.” Spencer says as he wipes away the tears on your cheek. “It’s okay. I can tell you.”

“But I want to remember. I want to be able to feel the emotions that I felt in that photo! But I can’t and I hate it!”

“This is only temporary.” Spencer says as he moves closer to you. He cups your face in his hand and he gently places a kiss on your forehead. “Now get some rest, alright? I’ll see you in the morning.”

As the sun rose in the sky, the light filled your room. The rays spread across your bed, the warmth seeping through the covers. Rolling over onto your back, you looked up at the ceiling. The lonely star now dim in the light of the sun was still stuck there on the ceiling. You giggled at the thought of how it got of there.

“Auntie!” Your niece exclaimed from your bedroom. “Auntie, come look!” You set down the coffee pot and went to go see what your niece was going on about. Walking into your room you see her jumping up and down on your bed. “Look what I did!” She plops down on the bed and points to the ceiling. You look up at the ceiling to see that she had placed a tiny glow-in-the-dark star right next to the overhead light. “I put a star up there so that when you come home at night, you can look up at see the star and know that I’m looking at the same one too! Daddy says that it’s hard to see the stars in the city so I improvised.”

“And you learned some new vocabulary.” You say smiling as you walk over to the bed. You lay down beside her as you both look up at the tiny little star on the ceiling. “I love it.”

Wait.. Sitting up in bed you run your hands through your hair. Climbing out of bed, you picked up the photo from the floor, careful not to cut yourself on the broken glass. All of a sudden you could remember what you and Emily were laughing about.

“Come on now!” Garcia whined. “I want a good photo for my mantle.”

“I’m s-sorry, Garcia!” Emily cried out in laughter. “But Derek just--” She couldn’t contain her laughter. You tried to stifle your laughter as to not anger Garcia anymore. However you couldn’t but looking at Derek as he staggered past you and Emily with pie covering him.

“This isn’t funny..” He snarls as he flicks whipped cream in you and Emily’s direction.

“Well this will have to do..” Garcia mutters as she lowers her phone.

Running into Spencer’s room, you jump onto the bed and shaking him awake. He groans and covers his face with his pillow. Pulling the pillow she tosses it to the other side of the door. “Spencer!” You exclaim grabbing him by the shoulders.

“What?” He groans sitting up. He glances over the clock before running a hand through his hair. “And why are you still awake?”

“Your favorite color is purple, you have thirty-two sweater vests, you have an IQ of 182, you love Beethoven and any classic books. We first met before I started working at the Bureau kind of like Derek had met Jordan years ago, or as you had described it. Our first date was at the Hard Rock café because I knew it’d be a way to get you into something more entertaining than classical music and such.”

“So you remember?”

You nod your head. “I remembered why there’s a glow-in-the-dark star sticker on the ceiling of my bedroom and I remember why that photo was taken.”

“Well I just have one question for you.”

“Ask me anything.”

“What was your GPA in high school?”

You furrow your eyebrows in confusion. “Random much?” You giggle. “When I graduated my GPA was 4.3 and I was the valedictorian.”

“Oh it feels so good to have you back.” Spencer says as he throws his arms around you and presses his lips to yours. “How does it feel to remember it all?”

“Gosh it feels like I’ve been on a very long vacation. I just wish the only thing I could forget was the accident..”

“Hey, you lived. That’s all the matters.” He says making you smile. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Such a cheesy ending but I couldn’t think of any other way to end it.

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[bucky-smiles]

Regrets and Sorrows

This is my entry for @literallyprentissstwin‘s 600 writing challenge!! congrats aileen!! ily!!! 

The character she assigned to me was Spencer and the prompt was “I don't know how to look you in the eye after the things I've done.”

so,,, be prepared for angst 

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader, Spencer Reid x Maeve Donovan 

Warnings: Cheating, breakups

Word Count: 1023

Spencer Reid knew that this was not what he had wanted to happen. 

He was in love with Y/N and she was in love with him. They’d been together for 8 months and they were genuinely happy with each other in their lives. Y/N had just given him a key to her apartment and they’d already planned out so much of their life together. They were going to get married, have their honeymoon in Bali, and have three lovely little kiddies. The first two would be boys named Joseph and Jason, the third and youngest being a little girl named Laila. They knew everything and they both thought it’d totally work out. 

Except Y/N finally encouraged Spencer to get help for those headaches he’d been getting. 

And for a couple of months, now, Spencer has been speaking with Doctor Maeve Donovan about things that don’t even have to do with his brain scans anymore. 

He knew this was wrong, the way that he’d smile when he’d think of Maeve and the way he was keeping secrets. 

He knew he had to tell her and he knew that it probably wouldn’t end well as he’d basically done the unforgivable, even if not physically. Cheating was cheating was cheating. 

Spencer, however, wasn’t the only one keeping secrets as Y/N had recently found out that she was pregnant. 

She was nothing but excited yet terrified at the same time. Was it too soon for them? They wanted to wait after their marriage for children yet there was a little baby in her, a baby that was going to be their world soon. 

At least she hoped that’s how it was. 

Spencer needed to tell her what he’d been hiding, the weight on his shoulders got nothing but heavier every time he’d leave work early before going to Y/N’s place just to fit in a call with Maeve and leave Y/N’s early in the morning using work as an excuse when all he wanted to do was call Maeve again. 

Poor Y/N, so trusting that she believed every word, always kissing him goodbye and wishing him nothing but luck. 

Both Spencer and Y/N had secrets from one another and both were terrified to tell the each other. All they needed was the push. 

Y/N was the one who got pushed first. She wanted to see the doctor about the little baby in her yet she didn’t want to do it without the baby’s father. Best get it done now rather than later. That’s why she asked Spencer to come over for dinner. Her plan was to tell him, no surprises, no fluff... Just say it and if it works, they’ll eat dinner. If it doesn’t, he’ll leave and she’ll raise the baby on her own. 

Simple. 

Oh dear lord how she wished it actually was simple. 

Knowing his distaste in texting, Y/N called the man, knowing it’d go to voicemail because he was at work. When the dial pinged, she spoke gently, “Hey darling, it’s me.. Anyways we really need to talk, I have something of importance that shouldn’t be said over the phone. Come for dinner tonight.. Bye, I love you..” 

When Spencer heard the voicemail, he sighed quietly. If there was something important to her, he had to tell her what he’d been doing. It was only fair if the news was so important. 

The anxiety was obvious within Spencer when he knocked on the door, not feeling it fit to use his key with the news he bore. He smiled softly when Y/N opened the door for him, hugging her gently and pressing a soft kiss to her head as he made his way inside the apartment. 

Y/N followed behind him, sitting on the couch and patting the spot beside her with a soft smile on her lips. Had she not been so anxious as well, she’d probably have noticed his tension. 

Spencer sat down next to his girlfriend, clearing his throat lightly. He wanted to get this done so he spoke before Y/N could even open her mouth, “Before you speak, I have something I want to- no need to tell you.” 

Y/N’s brows furrowed ever so slightly in confusion as she looked to him, resting a hand on his shoulder, “What is it?”

Spencer didn’t know what to say.. He couldn’t even meet her eyes, his glued to his hands folded in his lap, “I don't know how to look you in the eye after the things I've done.”   

Y/N, immediately filled with worry, scooted closer to him, her arm moving around his waist, “Hey, what did you do? We can fix it..” 

He knew that all outcomes would probably not be good so he figured he’d start at the beginning, which he did. He seemed to talk for hours as he spoke of the geneticist and how one thing led to another. He couldn’t look at Y/N as he spoke, but he could feel her reaction. 

It started off by her removing her arm from around his waist. From there, it went to her scooting away from him to the other end of the couch. By the end of him speaking she was standing on the other side of the room, biting back the tears and rolling her eyes when he said nothing physical every happened. 

Spencer stayed in his seat as Y/N’s bottom lip quivered. She didn’t know how to react. She couldn’t tell him what she wanted to say now, he’d broken her heart. 

That’s why she walked to the door, slipping on her shoes. The last thing she said to him was simple, “I want all of your stuff out of my home by the time I get back. Take the pictures too, maybe your geneticist would like to use them to decorate the home the two of you have together.” 

There was a slam of the door as Y/N exited...

And then nothing but silence in which Spencer Reid sat and wept, his sobs filled with regret and sorrow. 

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[b-o-s-t-o-n]

The Calm Of Burgundy- Nineteen

And it was all yellow.

The short walk to the taxi outside of Penelope’s apartment was difficult. Not only were the heels I was wearing hard to walk in, but my stomach also hurt. I was feeling a mixture of nervousness and sadness. Nervousness because of the somewhat blind date I was about to attend and sadness because it seemed like I had lost the friendship with Reid that I had only recently gained.

Even though I started off hating him, Reid had really started to grow on me. When he wasn’t in one of his Dilaudid-inflicted mood swings, he was actually fun to be around. He was a sweet man deep down and I had been enjoying getting to know that side of him.

But now it seemed like he wanted nothing to do with me. Why? I still had no clue. Maybe he had a problem with Anderson and didn’t approve of me going out with him. Or maybe he just had a problem with me.

The taxi ride to the restaurant Anderson had decided on was short, which made my stomach hurt even more. I was banking on at least ten minutes in the backseat of the taxi to mentally prepare myself. Unfortunately we pulled up in under five minutes and I was abruptly faced with what I had been dreading.

I was starting to have second thoughts. I had no idea why I had even agreed to this stupid date in the first place. Maybe it was because I didn’t want to disappoint the girls. I really didn’t know anything about this guy other than the fact that he worked at the BAU. For Christ’s sake, I didn’t even know what he looked like.

After a little internal prep talk, I made my way into the restaurant and walked up to the hostess booth. I gave her my name and who I was expecting to dine with and she told me to follow her. She lead me over to a table set for two where a man was already sitting at.

The man had short brown hair and cement blue eyes. He was wearing a white button down shirt and a blue tie. It matched his eyes nicely.

I looked him up and down, inspecting his features. He looked about my age, maybe a little older. He also seemed put together, like he knew how to properly dress himself. Most importantly, he was quite attractive.

So this was Grant Anderson.

“Hi,” I said awkwardly as I sat down across the table from him.

“Hi,” he laughed nervously.

His shine was yellow, which, for some reason, surprised me. I had expected him to have a manlier color such as dark blue or green. it looked familiar but I couldn’t quite place where I had seen it. I needed him to speak more than one word so I could see more of it.

“So, have you been here before?” Anderson asked.

I stared up at the cloud of smoke his words had created and my entire body turned cold. I remembered where I had seen that exact shade of yellow before. It was dark, almost mustardy, and nearly crossed over into the orange spectrum. But it was definitely yellow.

It was burnt yellow.

My mind went whirling back to when I had encountered that shine. It was the day that Strauss had sat us all down and showed us the bullet that had killed Gideon. The bullet had two distinct shines. Gideon’s brown and the killer’s yellow.

His burnt yellow.

I thought back to what Strauss had told us that day. She had lifted the order of protection on us and allowed us to go home, but only if we stuck together. I remembered her exact words when she had warned us.

“We don’t believe you are in any immediate danger,” Strauss replied.

“Why’s that?” Emily asked.

“Because, unlike Jason, none of you will be alone. Our profile of the unsub suggests that he won’t strike unless the victim is secluded and their guard is down.”

Anderson had taken me away from the protection of my team members and brought my guard down. He had pretended to be interested in me romantically when, in reality, he wanted to kill me. And the entire time he had been hiding in plain sight. Who would have suspected Gideon’s killer to work at the BAU? It was genius, really.

“I, uh, have to use the bathroom,” I excused myself as I scrambled to my feet.

I darted towards the back of the restaurant and found the women’s restroom. Once inside, I checked under the stalls to make sure no one else was in there and locked the door.

What was I supposed to do in this situation? I thought about the different scenarios I could choose. I could call the police, but I doubted they would know how to handle it correctly. I could try to take Anderson down on my own, but I didn’t have my gun with me and I wasn’t trained in hand-to-hand combat. Or I could call someone from the BAU and have them call the rest of the team to come rescue me and take him down.

Calling someone from the team seemed like the best option. I pulled my phone out of my purse and called the first number I could think of.

“What?” Reid answered angrily.

I sighed in relief at the sound of his voice. Never in my life had I been so relieved to see burgundy smoke swarming around me.

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[dontshootmespence]

Everyday Routine

A/N: Although my requests aren’t officially open, if I am sent an idea on occasion that resonates with me I’ll do it. I got a request for one where a reader has ADHD and specifically hyper fixates on certain things and has serious trouble focusing. As my sister has ADD, ADHD and Autism, this is something I’m familiar with combining my job with my sister’s routine and interests.

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A familiar smell of roasted coffee with a hint of chocolate behind it wafted into your nose as Spencer set the cup of coffee by your bedside. “Thank you, Spence.” He kissed your temple, as per usual and hopped in the shower before he had to get dressed for work.

You worked from home but always got changed out of your pajamas because you found it helped keep you on a schedule. There was a deadline coming up which made you anxious, so instead of watching your usual video on Youtube, you picked up the stress ball Spencer had bought for you a few months backed and squeezed the ever-loving crap out of it. 

When he stepped out of the shower, he saw the indents in the ball. “Deadline?”

“Yea.”

“You’ve got this, you know. Just don’t listen to Youtube while you work today. It’ll leave you frantic.”

Nodding, you stood up and wrapped your arms around him. “Yea, I’m thinking the sound of rain on pavement or something. Something really soothing,” you said, much louder than you’d intended. While Spencer was in the shower, the thoughts in your head had gotten louder to be heard over the sound of streaming water, but apparently you hadn’t regulated yourself and now it sounded like you were speaking into a megaphone. “Sorry!” You whispered.

“It’s okay,” he laughed, pulling out his phone.

You turned around to grab both of you a glass for your typical morning orange juice. “Why is there an antelope on my phone?”

“It’s not an antelope, it’s a dik-dik and I saw a baby one in a video the other day and they’re so freaking cute so I changed my phone background and my computer background and apparently I touched yours too.” After handing him his OJ, you glanced at the screen and there was in fact a dik-dik on the screen.

“Cool. It is cute,” he chuckled lowly. “So I can send you pictures of these during my lunch break? Or in our morning emails?”

“Yes,” you replied. “It’s the only acceptable ‘dik’ pic.”

Spencer snorted and kissed your forehead before grabbing a pop tart and heading out the door. With the apartment to yourself, you grabbed something to eat and sat down at the computer but before you knew it you’d turned on Youtube and drowned in kinetic sand cutting videos for nearly an hour, only coming out of the near coma when the ding of Spencer’s morning email came through - dik-dik picture included.

I drowned in videos for an hour and now I’m in a vicious cycle.

Turn on that rain video you told me about. Listen to it for a few minutes before you start work. Okay?

Exiting out of the window you were in as if to say ‘that’s all for now you beautiful, wonderful kinetic sand,’ you opened up a knew page and typed in what you needed. It took you a few minutes to settle on one that you liked the sound of, but then you did as Spencer said and closed your eyes to allow the beating of the rain against concrete to wash over you and focus you.

I’m good now. Thanks, Spence. I’m gonna go work.

With the serene soundtrack reverberating through the apartment, you somehow felt powerful. It was at times like these you felt most focused and took advantage of the drive to power through a large chunk of your work before Spencer and the team ordered lunch.

Thankfully, the rest of your work went off without a hitch save for a small panic attack you were able to talk yourself down from regarding the approaching deadline and a time frame of about 20 minutes where you read the same three sentences nearly 100 times and still couldn’t figure out what the fuck it was talking about, finally doing your best at interpreting the person’s job description so you could move on. Then you rewarded yourself with a well-deserved nap. It wasn’t necessarily a part of your routine, but it was a luxury you allowed yourself if work permitted. They always left you feeling refreshed and grounded.

At about 5pm, Spencer texted to say he was leaving work and would be home in about 15 minutes, but nearly 30 minutes later he still hadn’t arrived. The train he took broke down and returned to working order just a few minutes later having thrown everything off and therefore screwing around with your schedule. 

With the stress ball in hand once again, you paced the floors, feeling as though you’d never be able to stop moving. It was after your typical dinner time when Spencer finally walked through the door. “Sorry, love,” he said, enveloping you in a hug and rubbing your back, immediately having noticed your jitters. “How about something easy and quick tonight so we can snuggle up under a blanket and watch a movie? Mac and cheese?”

“Perfect. Can we watch Big Hero 6?”

“Again?”

“I’m obsessed.”

“You just love Baymax.”

“Exactly,” you giggled. “He’s an adorable marshmallow man. Please?”

“Of course.”

Mac and cheese filled your stomachs, the scent of crappy Kraft cheese floating through the apartment as you pulled the blankets around you and buried your head into the crook of Spencer’s neck. “You have an okay day today?” He asked.

“After a minor deadline-induced meltdown and reading the same three sentences about 100 times, yea. I got sidetracked this morning and the sand took over me.”

He liked them too. Sometimes he’d even watch them himself, finding the soft crunches and bright colors calming. “Wanna watch some when we go to bed?”

“You know me so well,” you replied.

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[pray4jensen]

Maybe it really is the end

deancas, coda, 15.01 

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You good?

Yes, but—

Dean doesn’t waste a second.

Good, he says and he turns his back to Cas.

.

Maybe because God is a vengeful bastard intent on conspiring against them, the Impala takes her last shuddering breath deep in the woods on a winding dirt path that promises to lead nowhere.

Dean pleads with her, caresses Baby’s wheel and gently coaxes her engine even as she slowly rolls to a stop. Under the stars, she gleams as if she’s still alive. But by the way Dean’s face contorts with grief, Cas knows that it’s at last time to say goodbye.

“Hey, asshole!” Dean shouts, picks up the heaviest thing he can find and aims it at the night sky, as if he might be able to make a dent into heaven itself. “Come down here instead of playing games, you son of a bitch.”

If God hears him, he doesn’t answer.

Dean’s rock hits an elderly pine and bounces off to break Baby’s side mirror.

.

You good?

Yes, but—

.

It’s not that Dean gives up—for hours, he tries reviving Baby—but between Sam’s ever growing exhaustion from the bullet embedded in his flesh and Jack’s—no, Belphegor’s—snide comments, even Dean eventually admits defeat.

Cas thinks that Dean will toss him out for the night—it’s only the brothers who need sleep and things between Dean and he…are not good. Sam passes out in the backseat, a light fever from his wound all that it takes for Dean to declare that Sam gets dibs on that half of the Impala. But despite his ire, Dean doesn’t protest when Cas slides up next to him—it’s only when Belphegor shoves his way in from the driver’s side that Dean grits his teeth.

Trapped between an angel and a demon, Dean instinctively shifts closer to Cas.

Then he pulls out his phone to avoid looking at him.

.

You good?

Yes, but—

.

Belphegor is one of those people who becomes uncomfortable as soon as he encounters silence so it’s no surprise when he starts talking a minute later.

“On Grindr, Dean? Got an itch to scratch? I don’t blame you. You’re pretty hot, you kn—”

Beside him, Dean stiffens, shifts even closer until their thighs press together. Cas has the urge to reach out and take Dean’s hand, finds that his chest is aching, finds that he can barely breathe when Jack’s innocent face is staring at him with such fiendish eyes.

But that would be foolish.

So he does nothing.

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[ialwayscomewhenyoucall]

One-Sided

What happened, Cas? Why did you fly? Why did you leave? Together is better-- I always have your back.

Cas, man, this place-- damn, it’s something else. Monster Central. Are you okay? Are you safe? I’m looking for you. I won’t give up. I promise.

Sometimes I think of something back home-- a memory, a flash of color in all this grey. Do you remember that time you drank a liquor store? Classic Castiel. Sam and I laughed for weeks. Sometimes you have to laugh even when life seems bleak. Impossible. I’m almost smiling, remembering, but I can’t laugh. I’m worried about you, Cas.

Once you said I always come when you call. I’m calling now, Cas. I need you.

Can you even hear me? Am I talking to myself?

Where’s the angel? That’s the question of the day. Of every day. I ask every monster I meet. I say it in my sleep. It used to be weird, you watching me sleep. Right now it’s the only thing I want.

What do you miss, Cas? Right now, what do you miss? I miss burgers. A big juicy burger-- with bacon!-- and a beer to wash it down. I miss sleeping in a bed-- no, I miss pillows. Sleeping on the ground ain’t too bad, but my head misses pillows. I miss making fun of Sam’s ridiculous hair. Oh man, I miss my Baby.

...and I miss you. Sometimes I think I feel you nearby, but it’s probably just my brain playing tricks. Hope getting the better of me. Because you always come. If you could hear me call, you’d be here.

Now I lay me down to sleep, in the forest, dark and deep. The monsters come from far and wide, and you should be here, by my side.

Amen.

(I worked hard on that one, Cas. It rhymes and everything. So please… come home.)

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for @spnhiatuscreations || week seven - favorite quote || “I always come when you call.”

author’s note:

I wrote this for the SPN Hiatus Creations prompt...but it’s also for @bend-me-shape-me. Because Vanessa loves Purgatory even more than I do. AND she actually likes my poetry. 💙

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[spencerreidreads]

I Want to Tell You part 6 (Spencer Reid x reader)

(a/n): this is suuuuuuuuuuuuuper short, but mostly just a filler chapter until more drama happens :)

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Emily placed her hand on your shoulder, giving you a sad smile, “You can go take a few minutes to go change.”

You couldn’t speak, you were afraid if you did you would start crying, so instead you just nodded and took your bag to the hotel lobby bathroom.

“Man she looks terrible, she must have had a great time with that guy,” Luke says laughing, looking around at the group of his coworkers not getting any sort of reaction. Instead just a few eye rolls from JJ and Emily, a blank stare from Tara and Rossi, and and angry looking Spencer.

“Alright alright,” Luke held his hands up, “that was a bad one.”

You timidly walked back into the lobby, “I’m ready.” Emily nodded and motioned towards the door, making Spencer practically run outside to the SUVs waiting for them out front.

JJ rubbed your back as she started to speak, “He’s just confused, give him time…”

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You made sure you got into a different SUV than Spencer, and then on the jet you sat as far away from him as you could. But what you didn’t notice was that Spencer couldn’t stop staring at you. He knew he had no right to be angry, and he felt terrible looking at the somber expression on your face looking out the window. He’d heard about your rendezvous after you broke up with Christian for the first time, but he never thought he would cause you to do the same.

You could feel him staring at you, so you looked across the jet and he gave you a small wave. Instead of waving back you just looked back out the window, it wouldn’t be too much longer till you landed.

This time it was you running away from Spencer. The second you landed you booked it back to the BAU bullpen, throwing your stuff onto your desk and running to Penelope’s office once again.

“Welcome back my crime fighter!” Penelope smiled at you, and when you didn’t return her smile she just had to ask, “what happened?”

You were filling her in on what happened and how you were just so sad, and that’s when Spencer saw you sitting in her office, your face buried in your hands crying. Neither you or Penelope saw him, but at that moment he knew what he needed to do. He turned back around and headed to Hannah’s house.

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[maealbert]

First Day of School // Spencer Reid

AU Characters: Spencer Reid x daughter x Reader A/N: Hi all! I’m back with the kiddos! Since school started back up in here in the states just a month ago, I decided to put myself to the test and write something based on the first day of school. (Yes I realize how late I am, lol) Master List

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Unlike the usual mornings, Spencer had to get two people dressed for the day. First himself before waking his daughter and getting her dressed. Today was Wednesday, also known as the first day of preschool. You were already awake and dressed. You figured that since Spencer wanted to get Anna ready for school that you’d take on the duties of making her lunch and putting all of her school supplies into her backpack.

Fixing his tie for the final time, he heads to Anna room to find her already awake and dressed. The only thing left she had to do was tie her shoes. And he could she was struggling. He walks over to the bed and lifts her foot up on his knee as he bends down to tie each of shoes. She gives him a bright smile before jumping off of her bed. “You look eager for school this morning.”

“I just can’t wait to see Nina! Mommy says we have the same teacher!”

Spence chuckles as he straightens out the collar of Anna’s shirt. He was thrilled that she was excited but he wasn’t so thrilled about the tuition. Who knew private school was going to be so expensive for one kid? Spencer insisted on sending his daughter to a private school instead of public. Public schooling was always a nightmare day after day for him. But despite how much he insisted to send her there, you had to keep reminding him that bullies would be school no matter where she ended up going to, which then got him thinking about homeschooling. In return you had to remind him that she couldn’t homeschooling unless they hired a nanny and you were against having a nanny for Anna. Granted there are some nice nannies out there in the world, you were just afraid that you’d hire the wrong one.

Arriving her school, Spencer helps her out of her car seat and she runs over to you so you put her backpack on her. “Are you ready?” Right there Spencer could see Anna getting nervous.

“Y-Yeah..” Anna says as she nods her head.

Walking up to the classroom door, you bend down to give her a kiss on the cheek. “Have so much fun today, okay sweetheart? Daddy will be here after school to pick you up.”

“Okay, mommy...”

Seeing how nervous she had become, Spencer bends down to Anna’s level and places his hands on her shoulders. “I know you’re scared..” Anna frantically nods her head. A smile spreads across Spencer’s face. “It’s okay to be scared but it’s also okay to be brave. You’re a big girl now and big girls are brave and tough.”

“But I don’t see Nina, daddy.”

“I’m sure she’ll be here soon.”

“Hi!” A little boy exclaims as he runs over to the door. He extends his hand towards Anna. “My name’s Gabe! What’s your name?”

“A-Anna..”

“Nice to meet you Anna!” Gabe says with a bright smile. “Ms. Kelly labeled our cubbies with our names written on them! Boys have dinosaurs and girls have princesses! Let me show to yours!” He grabs hold of Anna’s hand and pulls her into the classroom.

The two of you get up from the floor and peek into the room. Gabe’s lips were moving a million miles a second as he talked to Anna. She seemed to be okay now that she made a new friend. Spencer saw a smile appear on Anna’s face as her body shook in laughter.

“Boys and girls! It’s time for us to sit please!” Ms. Kelly called.

“Hey look!” Gabe called to Anna from his table. “We share the same table!”

Dropping her snack in the bin and grabbing her folder from the cubie, she made her way over to the table and taking her seat beside Gabe.

“Watch out daddy, I think you’re little girl already has her first crush.” You tease before heading back down the hall towards the cars.

“He better treat her right.” Spencer jokes as he runs down the hall to catch up with you.

“Come on, Papa Bear, we don’t want to be late for work.” You say grabbing his arm and pulling him out to the car.

I seriously hope that when my future start their first day of school that it’s as cute as this.

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Run While You Can

~please don’t hate me for writing this!!!!~ you’re probably going to hate me for writing this 

Warnings: blood, weaponry, character death, and an absolutely awesome plot twist 

Pairing: just a bunch of team interaction... whatever is left of it, i mean ... and there’s suggested Spencer x Reader w/ gender neutral pronouns :D 

“Y/N! We need to keep moving!” Spencer’s voice was the only clear thing Y/n could hear in all of this commotion. They were too busy sitting on the ground, the water levels slowly rising with every minute they wasted sitting. Y/N simply remained seated, their eyes wide as they looked at the crimson hue the water had taken on. They didn’t have the guts to look at the source of the crimson color as Y/N was too emotionally frail to look at the dead body of what used to be their unit chief, Aaron Hotchner. 

Spencer and Derek gave up on coaxing Y/N up, grabbing them by the shoulders and hoisting them to their legs before continuing to move away from the water. Water meant danger and danger was the last thing they needed right now. Y/N had their gun and a crowbar, Spencer had two guns, one in his holster and the other in his hand while Derek had an axe. They’d armed themselves quickly when the news rose. JJ, Emily, and Luke were with them as well, however they’d moved forward at Hotch’s orders when they were all ambushed. He, Y/N, Spencer, and Derek had stayed back to fight it off. 

The fighting off had been successful.. Aside from the casualty, of course.. But the threat was too imminent to worry about casualties right now.. They needed to get to dry ground and they needed to do it fast.. Away from where they were. 

Emily had said she’ll get the cars ready which is why they went to the basement, thinking about it, Y/N knew it was most definitely a bad idea.

If the threat was so high up, the basement was probably flooded. 

Y/N was snapped out of her thoughts the minute she heard glass shattering in the briefing room. The winds were getting strong and they needed to move now. The radio said that the attackers could make their way in through windows, elevation completely disregarded. 

Y/N, Spencer, and Derek ran to the stairs. Thankfully the flooding wasn’t too bad, only ankle height. Y/N rolled her pant sleeves up, kicking off their shoes as they moved down the stairs. Spencer, being much more resourceful and having a hand free, slid down the stair railings. They were getting closer to the basement now and the adrenaline was compensating for all of the energy they were using up. 

The basement, as expected, was significantly more flooded than the upstairs floors had been. The trio was wading through the water, the water nearly reaching Y/N’s knee. They were going as fast as they can, Derek taking lead in scanning for any threats as they moved. The water was crimson and Y/N tried not to look at the water.. They didn’t want to think of who could’ve possibly died for the water to have this shade. 

There were two cars with their lights on in the distance. Luke was standing on one of the hoods, waving them over, “Hurry up! Emily and JJ are inside.. We took care of what was here but there’s bound to be more coming.”

If they weren’t hustling already, the trio was now as they rushed to the cars, getting in. Emily was in the driver’s seat and JJ in the passenger’s seat. The two women had their hair back as they looked to who’d entered the car. 

Emily was the first to speak, “Hotch?”

Spencer shook his head, “He held them off the best he could.. We couldn’t help..” 

There was a gasp from both the women and JJ immediately had to bite back the tears. The brunette rested her hand on JJ’s shoulder, “Hey, pull it together.. Hotch would want us to survive this mess first and then mourn him.” 

JJ nodded, drying her tears as Luke got in the car. Y/N had been kind enough to climb in the very back with Spencer, the two of them holding hands as Spencer tried to comfort Y/N the best he could. Y/N didn’t say anything as they leaned into their boyfriend’s shoulder, taking deep breaths to calm down. 

When everyone was situated, Emily took off, speeding through the water and into the flooded streets. There was commotion, so many cars and people running about. 

It was absolute anarchy. 

The team remained in silence for the most part but Derek asked Emily to slow down upon seeing people collapsing to the ground as they got attacked. 

The leftover team knew what was about to occur.. 

Because they may be trying to save their own skin.. But they’re selfless FBI agents and they have a job to do.

Protect the people. 

Emily made sure that the car keys remained with her and decided to remain with the car so that they could get away as soon as they neutralized the threat. The team agreed before stepping out of the car, immediately jumping into action. 

The fight lasted for so long and sadly, two more team members were lost. 

First it was Derek, being carried away by the current and an attacker. Blood was escaping the marks left on him as he shared a final look with Spencer, the young agent trying his best to not scream. 

After that came Luke.. The winds had gotten so strong that they’d taken him away, an attacker going with him as he got sucked into an already crimson colored tornado, disappearing. 

Derek called for a retreat and the four of them rushed back to the car. Derek holding the car door open against the winds, JJ going in first with Y/N and Spencer behind her. 

Spencer was the furthest behind and sadly that was his demise. 

A shark reached Spencer, latching it’s teeth onto his leg. He screamed out in pain and Y/N immediately turned around, raising their gun at the shark. Squeezing the trigger they groaned when they realized that the magazine was empty. 

Y/N ran towards the shark with their crowbar but sadly it was too late. 

The shark had completely swallowed Y/N’s boyfriend. 

Out of absolute rage, Y/N rushed at the shark with their crowbar, beating the shit out of it until they were covered in the shark’s blood. Maybe it was Spencer’s blood too, they didn’t know.. 

The smithereens got caught up in the winds of the storm, moving up towards the tornado that had taken Luke, 

Y/N cried quietly as they watched the sharknado carry away their love. 

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The Calm Of Burgundy- Eighteen

Missing him was dark grey all alone.

The rest of the night at Garcia’s was uneventful. Reid had stopped texting me following our awkward phone call. I replayed our conversation back in my head, trying to figure out if I had said something wrong. I couldn’t think of anything that would make him react in that way. That’s how withdrawal works, though. Mood swings and erratic behavior were common symptoms.

We finished The Purge and immediately knocked out. None of us had gotten much sleep over the course of the past week. JJ, Emily, Penelope, and myself had been sequestered and barely had time to think at the BAU, let alone sleep. Lily was jet-lagged from the flight her and Ted had taken to get to Quantico to help us out.

The next morning, Penelope made chocolate chip pancakes and bacon accompanied with fresh fruit and orange juice for the five of us before we had to head to the BAU headquarters. Even though there was still a hit on all of us, we had work to do. Just because there was a serial killer after us didn’t mean we could ignore all the other ones.

The car ride to work was quiet. Even though I had finally gotten some sleep, it still wasn’t enough. My brain was way too tired to carry a conversation, so I stayed silent while the other four women talked quietly amongst one another.

My mind kept going back to the night before. Which Reid was I going to encounter today? Would he pretend that nothing happened and be friendly like he had been the past few days? Or would he continue to be angry at me for reasons yet to be uncovered?

These questions were answered as soon as I walked into the bullpen. I was greeted by a Morgan, Hotch, and Reid. I gave Reid a small wave which was quickly met by a scowl.

So, he was still mad.

I decided I wasn’t going to let Reid ruin my day. We had a new case to work on and I was going to put all of my effort into that. If Reid wanted to talk later, we would. But, for now, I had victims to save. Plus, I had my date that evening to worry about.

JJ called everyone into the briefing room where she handed each of us a file as we sat at the table. Even though we were allowed to be back at work, we weren’t allowed out on the field. Our sole purpose at the BAU until Gideon’s killer was caught was to create profilers based off of the information we were given. Then, we would tell local PD who to look for. It was boring, but it was safe.

The day went by quickly with all of us collaborating to come up with a successful profile. Reid rambled off statistics left and right but didn't say much else. The other members of the team didn't think much of it and wrote it off as him being overly tired. But, I could feel tension in the air when he was around.

By 5:00 PM, we had sent over our profile of the perpetrator to the police who were working the case. Our part was done and it was in their hands. Hotch dismissed us early and told us to be safe. Penelope squealed once we got out to the parking lot because she knew what time it was. It was time for them to give me a full-blown makeover.

The car ride back to Penelope’s apartment wasn’t as quiet as the previous one. Emily, JJ, Lily, and Penelope were all talking over one another, trying to come up with the best plan of attack for my outfit for the date with Anderson. I tried to drown out their voices and their shines. I kept catching myself absent-mindedly checking my phone even though I knew I didn’t have any messages. A part of me was wishing Reid would text me.

“We only have two hours to get you ready! So, first things first, it’s hair time!” Penelope’s bubblegum pink shine danced around the apartment as we made our way inside.

JJ pulled up a stool for me and pushed my shoulders down so I would sit. She pulled out hairspray and bobby-pins from her purse and got to work. I giggled slightly at the tickling sensation as she braided and pulled at my hair. In no time, she was done. My hair was half up, half down, with french braids on either side that joined together in the back. The free-flowing parts were loosely curled. It was simple but elegant.

Next was makeup, which Lily did quickly. At this point in our frienship, she knew what I liked and what looked good on me. She told me she was going for a more natural look without any bright eyeshadows because she didn’t want those colors to clash with the heels Penelope was letting me borrow.

Once my hair and face were made up, Emily handed me her black dress. I brought it into the bathroom with me and slipped off my work clothes. I stepped into the dress and, after a few attempts, managed to secure the zipper in the back.

I stood back from the mirror and looked at my reflection. My hair was curly yet had a soft feeling to it. My makeup didn’t necessarily change my appearance but only enhanced it. And Emily’s dress was plain black yet it was extremely beautiful. It was tight on the top, showing just enough cleavage to look sexy but not enough to look scandalous. The bottom flowed out and fell to the middle of my thighs.

I stepped out of the bathroom and was met by colorful gasps and a round of applause. I blushed profusely as I did a little twirl to show off all side of the dress. Penelope scrambled to her feet and ran into her bedroom. She returned holding a pair of three inch white heels with a neon floral print all over them.

I slipped them on and caught my balance as the four girls stared at me with wide grins. I felt empowered. Not only because of how beautiful I looked in that moment, but because of how loved and cherished the girls made me feel.

Emily handed me a small purse that matched the shoes Penelope had given me. She had already stocked it full of the essentials: emergency tampons, mints, extra mascara, and my phone.

I picked up my phone and clicked on my texts. I had no new messages. My heart sunk a little as I locked the screen and threw it back into the bag.

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I'm loving this story. Thanks you for the pictures. Nice the think about them from this chapter.

aw, thank you, glad you’re enjoying it!