#and FBI agent ig???

[thepyromancerrex]

OK, so like. Hear me out. An AU where Hal Jordan is an undercover FBI agent working at Ferris Air and in the Airforce because they're under suspicion for corruption, so he's deep undercover when he joins/helps found the Justice League, and then batman finds out and is forced to keep the secret and Bruce finds that he doesn't mind the actual Jordan. I have an oc for his real identity and everything lmao. I just need to know If anyone would read it.

UPDATE: I did it :]

[okiankeno]

french soldier FBI agent..... what if i. wrote................... fic.....

[the-fbi-agent-in-your-phone]

The FBI's favorite thing about Football season: We don't have to constantly push patriotic commercials as the celebration of sports is just nationalism but smaller.

[eastonapologist]

erickson/halloran. for your consideration.

[spacebugarts]

Finally started working on my werewolf Lawrusso fic again last night and these are the first two hints on the daily crossword are you fucking kidding me NYT???

[xcomputer-bugx]

procrastinating is my passion

[queenoftsage]

Today I told my brother....

That deciding to join organizations like the FBI and CIA was like deciding you wanted to join a mob in your lifetime. Like, you have to be aware of that, you just have to.

The false premise they sell to you is that you're helping the 'good guys' but in reality you're just joining a 'legal' mob. Which supposedly 'fights' the 'illegal' mobs, among other undesirables to the system of capitalism very much established in this stupid country.

And Goodness forbid you know too much, and you try to get off the hook or try to quit. Eventually, they'll come back to you, murder your ass, and make it look like you were mentally unstable from post traumatic stress. It's a win win situation, but only for them, because you still ended up dead at the end of it.

Sure, people will think you died cause obviously as a 'former' FBI agent you saw too much and clearly you had post traumatic stress, but it's not only that. They didn't fail to gloss over the fact that you were involved in missions where very high officials in your state and even city were involved. You could have brought them to justice, but the corrupt officials [as per usual in the REAL WORLD] won, and you lost.

your loss? Your death.

End of Story.

I mean, please don't talk shit to me if you think that none of this is true. You're a dumb ass if you think that you join the FBI and or CIA and they're gonna let you live for that long, and or they aren't constantly checking up on you making sure you don't spill the beans some way some how.

tsk. WAKE UP.

[butch-reidentified]

damn, it's so interesting how they keep calling us bigots & a hate group but they themselves talk a LOT about all the ways we're soooo different from, yk, just every "other" hate group ever. like this has similar energy to the "would you rather have a transphobic incel son or terf daughter?" post where their reasoning for all picking the incel son could basically be summarized as "radfems hold their ground when their deepest values and beliefs are challenged, but I could probably change my incel son's mind (at least about trans stuff, it's totally fine if he hates women!)" 💀

Is it just me or is this comment insanely funny

[kuiinncedes]

:P

[piper-2244]

yeehaw

how spencer convinces reader to stay in rather than go out

MDNI | suggestive fluff!

word count: 1217

warnings & tags & stuff: fem!reader, def some nsfw descriptions of spence, all around suggestiveness, fade to black

author's note: second piece of writing yayy!!! this was originally gonna be smut but i got scared lol. anyway please lemme know your thoughts im DYING to improve. sooo yes i hope you have a wonderful day and here this is ig! 😚

Sitting alone in your room, you tugged on a pair of never-before worn cowboy boots. They were most definitely not broken in, and you knew you were in for an uncomfortable night of baby blisters on the bottoms of your feet. However, life is full of compromises, and these were too cute to pass on.

Especially for a night of line dancing with your boyfriend’s coworkers. Who knew that FBI agents got down like that?

You stand and plug in your earbuds, choosing to absolutely blast ‘Fearless (Taylor’s Version)’ by Taylor Swift. Also known as the only tolerable country music.

Dancing out to the kitchen, you wrap your arms around your lovely boyfriend who was preparing a cup of tea, absolutely not dressed for a night of country conviviality. Spencer looks you up and down, a teasing smile playing on his face.

“Hey cowgirl,” he says, gently removing your earbuds. “Penelope has been texting me on average every 10 minutes about how excited she is for tonight. I hope you’re ready.”

“Oh god,” you laugh. “I wish you were coming too.”

“I know. But that sounds awful,” he says in his matter-of-fact way. “Hey, I do have something for you,” he mentions. You look up at him, and he runs quickly upstairs to grab his bag. He comes down and brandishes his very own cowboy hat. “From the times Penelope didn’t have you to drag along with her and I was her chosen victim.”

“For me?” You ask excitedly. He puts it on you. Although it’s a little big, it 100% completes the look. You look up at him. “Think I would make a good cowgirl?” He peers down at you, trying to tell if you’re joking.

“No,” He goes the serious route and you furrow your brow at him. “You hate the dirt. And the heat,” he explains, emphatically defending himself.

“I guess you’re right. I don’t really do well with horses either,” you murmur.

“You do make a cute cowgirl for the night though, even if it’s not your true calling.” He ruffles your hat.

“Yeah?” You smile. “It’s not too much with both the boots and the hat?”

Spencer blinks.

“Have you met Penelope? She always has a lot going on. More than this.”

You giggle.

“They’ll all adore you, JJ, Emily,” he reassures, stroking the side of your waist.

You had known Penelope for a few months, ever since you started dating Spencer. But you had yet to meet the rest of the girls on his team. You were definitely excited, they seemed really cool. But you were definitely also nervous.

Spencer, jarring you from your thoughts, whips out his very outdated phone that he somehow still manages to operate, and opens the camera.

“Smile.” You do so, showing off all your teeth. You move to look at the picture, and Spencer tilts the screen toward you. “See? Adorable.”

You stand on your tippy toes for a kiss, and he complies quickly. A little too quickly to not have any meaning behind it. Your eyes flit down, and you notice a slight bulge in Spencer’s pants that wasn’t there a few minutes ago.

You raised your eyebrows and looked up at him. “Can I convince you to stay?” He whispers, half smiling. You tilt your head.

“Maybe” you say shyly.

“What if I told you that the chances are slim to none that you are actually going to line dance tonight? Penelope and JJ always end up sitting at the bar, and Emily always gives up half a song in and joins them. Without fail,” he says. You purse your lips, heart beating a little faster for whatever reason.

“That could still be fun,” you reason.

“Not in those shoes,” he says, rubbing your hip softly. “I know they must hurt; they’re brand new and you’re already shifting your weight between your feet much too frequently.”

You look down at your feet. He was not lying. “You’re too observant. This is why you basically always have your way with me.” You exhale.

“By caring about you? I could keep going. I know that you hate country music. And no, Taylor Swift does not count. She’s an outlier. And she was born in Pennsylvania. That’s barely real country music. You’d be miserable all night.”

“Yes, you would know about ‘real’ country music, Mr. Las Vegas,” you counter.

“That would be Dr. Vegas to you,” he quips, bending down once again and giving you a kiss. You reciprocate, kissing the corner of his mouth. “What if I told you I really wanted you to stay? Bad?”

“Bad? I guess I’ll stay, if it’s bad. But you have to be the one to text Penelope,” you say begrudgingly. As if you weren’t as releived as can be. And as if Spencer didn’t know that.

He smiles and allows his arms to wrap around your waist. Spencer’s kisses become slower, you could feel every aspect of them. His lips, of course, but also his stubble. The air being pushed out of his nose. The hand swiping it’s typical resting spot, your cheek. His tongue delicately tracing your mouth. It all feels so calculated for you, so measured.

And you, on the other hand, are a mess, trying to keep up. Your heart is pounding and you’re sure your face is noticeably hot. And by the time Spencer leads you to your room and sits you down on the bed, its temperature has only increased.

You kick off your boots. He sits next to you, his hands holding your waist, ever so firm. He brings them up, thumbing the inside hem of your tank top.

“All good?” He checks.

“Yeah,” you say, head spinning with all the good chemicals.

“Deep breaths for me, okay? Gotta keep your blood flowing appropriately,” he reminds you, leaning back and taking you in. “Pretty girl.” You blush and his hands move to your lower back over your tank top, delicately brushing over in a way that gives you goose bumps. You shiver.

His eyebrows shoot up in surprise. “You’re sensitive in your lower back. God, there’s still so much more to learn about you.” He breathes out.

“Good. I was scared you’d get bored, with your perfect memory and all,” you joke.

“Bored? The human brain is limitless. Your brain is limitless. I wanna know everything I possibly can that goes on up there. Everything that makes it feel good. It’s the least boring thing I can think of.” You blush and look down.

You lean in for another kiss, this time to his jawline and neck. Your hands slide up his stomach under his shirt a little and and you look up to him.

“Okay?” This time you ask.

Spencer nods. “Okay.” Your hands trace up under his own shirt, and you immediately lean in to kiss him, holding his chin.

All of a sudden he’s everywhere. Even sitting next to you, he manages to take over every ounce of your body. He’s kissing your mouth and forehead and cheeks, one hand is holding your face, and the other is mapping your stomach.

“Can we try something new then? If we wanna do and learn everything?” You whisper. One quick tête-à-tête later, you’re sitting on his lap, shifting your hips softly as he held your waist for you.

“I guess I was wrong. You’re gonna be an amazing cowgirl.”

[pastanest]

Spencer Reid x she/her!reader

A/N: why is it so difficult to find high quality post-prison reid fbi vest gifs like I thought we were all sluts out here but Ig not

gif creds: @imagining-in-the-margins

Duality Of Man

Spencer Reid had never really considered himself to be a reckless man. He had always been a calculated, well thought out, methodical follower of the rules, for fear of being ridiculed further for breaking societal rules beyond the ones he couldn’t help via his neurodivergence. He enjoyed rules. Learning the rules of people, of their behavior, and of various board games that challenged his intellect, were some of his favorite pastimes, actually.

Spencer also would not have regarded himself as a particularly possessive or territorial person, prior to spending three months behind bars. They isolated him, kept him locked in a space with people that wanted him dead, like an animal raised in captivity being thrown into a cage of wild lions. Having nothing of his own changed the way in which Spencer viewed the world around him, once he was allowed to step back into it.

Yours had been the first face he had seen when he had set foot beyond the prison walls on the day of his release, and the moment he felt you return to his embrace, in a gesture the two of you had engaged in countless times, a form of physical contact that he was most comfortable sharing with you; Spencer felt that something was different. In a way that he didn’t quite understand, you were his, beyond the platonic confines he had previously forced over his own feelings for you. He was not overbearing and had never overstepped your boundaries, but he was more outwardly protective of you than anyone else.

It had only presented itself in small gestures and words: moving to stand slightly in front of you in any kind of tense situation to act as your human shield, checking in with you at every stage of the cases you worked together, prioritizing your safety over his, and, naturally being the first one to object when you volunteered to go undercover to seduce an unsub into revealing information.

“Absolutely not.” Spencer had uttered from where he sat beside you at the round table, shaking his head.

And you had rolled your eyes at him. “I’ll be fine, Spence, I can handle myself.”

He couldn’t argue with that, he had seen you stare down men twice your size on several occasions, which always made him smirk. Still, Spencer could not hide the sick feeling that twisted in his gut at the thought of you going undercover, and being in danger.

As he had often found, the feeling in Spencer’s gut had been right. The unsub had been clever enough to deduce that you were a deliberate victim, not one of happenstance, and as such, he took you to a second location, which he had not done with his previous victims.

Given it was not his usual mode of operation and he had acted on instinct, the unsub’s play was an amateur move; comparable to what Spencer was certain Gideon thought in their first chess games together, so many years prior. As clever as the ubsub had been in figuring out you were not who you said you were, he was not intelligent enough to outsmart the one man army of Doctor Spencer Reid when fuelled by a fire that he had never felt burning in him before. It took less than a day for the team of profilers to find the warehouse you were being kept in, and less than a minute for Spencer to completely disregard their carefully orchestrated plan to rescue an FBI agent with the regulated SWAT team.

He didn’t need a team behind him for this.

He would handle this bastard himself.

With a kick that Spencer was sure Derek Morgan would be proud of, the door to the warehouse was made obsolete. Gun and torch raised, Spencer stalked the dark warehouse, checking dusty room after dusty room, eagle eyes scanning every corner, until a figure dared step out of the shadows in front of him. Anyone foolish enough to make themselves a physical blockade that kept Spencer from getting to you was a waste of oxygen.

“So, you’re the one she’s convinced is coming to save her.” The unsub taunted, chuckling darkly as he raised his arms out to his side cockily. “C’mon then, show me what you’ve got. No weapons, just you and me, man to man.”

As if to prove the authenticity of his own words, he discarded his usual weapon of choice, the blade clattering against the warehouse floor.

Spencer eyed him like a wild lion in a cage, and he almost smirked at the irony, but kept his expression calm and collected. He glanced at the doorway of the dark room they stood in, knowing that protocols would advise him to call for assistance, to make the arrest with as little physical harm as possible. But when Spencer’s eyes gravitated back to the subject who was now very much known to him, his target was in his sights.

An icy glare stayed fixed on the man that took you as the sound of a torch and gun hitting the ground echoed through the otherwise empty room. The air was thick as Spencer unclipped his FBI bulletproof vest and tossed that to the ground, too. And with no sense of urgency, he popped the cufflinks of his shirt and rolled his long sleeves up to his elbows.

An invitation to beat the life out of someone that took you? Hurt you? It must be Christmas.

Spencer’s expression was unmoving, and he didn’t say a word. Finally, after a childhood spent as a victim of merciless bullying and a portion of his adulthood fearing the judgment and cruelty of others, Spencer Reid was confident in his ability to end a physical confrontation with his own two fists.

In three large strides, he was face to face with the egotist, who swung at him, pathetically, and predictably enough for Spencer to not only swerve out of the way, but reciprocate the gesture tenfold. A solid right hook spun the idiot’s jaw and sent him stumbling, but Spencer was far from finished. He stalked over to him and in a matter of steps, had grabbed his target by his shirt collar and forced him against the wall. The fool was still reeling from Spencer’s punch, a dazed look in his eyes and blood dripping from his split lip.

“Did you touch her?”

Spencer’s words were eerily quiet, barely above a whisper, but in the silence of the warehouse they reverberated against every wall. He had a feeling that he already knew the answer, but he needed to hear it, he had to be sure his next actions would be justified.

His vision clearing, the man fool enough to take you smirked up at Spencer.

“(Y/N) looks real pretty when she cries, doesn’t she?”

He chose to answer Spencer’s question with a rhetorical question that immediately decided his fate.

In a fraction of a second, Spencer threw his target to the ground and pounced on him, vision clouded with red as he landed punch after punch, until the ground looked just as red to everybody else. If three months in prison had taught Spencer Reid anything, it wasn’t just how to fight, it was how to fight dirty.

He only stopped when the physical barrier sputtered for breath, and that was only because Spencer didn’t want to get thrown back into a cell. Catching his breath, Spencer lifted his gaze and scanned the room around him again.

“Spencer?!”

And he was stood, his rage an afterthought as he followed the weak sound of your voice, your call to him. In a sea of voices, Spencer could pinpoint yours in an instant. Having heard commotion, you had assumed it was him, coming to your rescue, like you always knew he would.

He found you in the next room, bruised and bloody, tied to a chair and covered in torn clothes with cuts beneath them that reassured Spencer the blood dripping from his knuckles was beyond worth it.

The look in his eyes was so soft as he ran to you and crouched in front of you, kissing your forehead as he tore the ropes from you with no regard for the burns he may get on his already bloody hands.

Finally free, you collapsed into Spencer’s arms, and he released the breath he’d been holding since you’d been taken, closing his eyes as he held you tightly against him, standing up and helping you to your feet in turn. The weight of the trauma you carried made your legs shake beneath you, but Spencer was there to hold you steady, he would always be there. He held your face in his hands and gave you the softest smile you’d ever seen, his thumbs ever so gently caressing your cheeks.

It took you a second to come to terms with your surroundings and your rescue, but as soon as you had, your eyes widened and you took Spencer’s hands in yours.

“You’re hurt.” You murmured, tears shining in your eyes as you held his bloody knuckles with such tenderness, he was surprised he could feel it after the aggression his hands had just been subjected to, but he would always be able to feel you.

Spencer almost chuckled in disbelief as you - in your beaten, bloody and traumatized state - became upset over a little blood on his hands. Well, maybe it was more than a little…

“Adrenaline, (Y/N), I can’t feel a thing.” Spencer reassured you in a soft voice, holding your face in his hands again and placing the lightest kiss on your nose. “But we need to get you to a doctor.”

The moment he said it, the rest of the team filtered into the room, having passed the sputtering suspect and Spencer’s discarded bulletproof vest on their way.

The look on Emily’s face told Spencer he would have several unpleasant reports to fill out regarding how he’d handled this case, but when he stared into your eyes and saw the stars in them, he knew he’d do it all again a hundred times if you were waiting on the other side for him.

[bluewxrld07]

You Da One

This is PART 2 to the instagram AU for She's All I Wanna Be (Trevor Zegras)!! Have fun seeing who she winds up with ;) I wrote this while listening to You Da One by Rihanna so enjoy this as much as I enjoyed making it!!

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[holly-the-trash-writer]

Spencer Reid x Famous!Reader

Synopsis: After your home is broken into by a stalker, your bf cheats, the FBI is called, and a new romance begins to take over.

Told through Instagram posts.

TW for mentions of stalkers

Part 1. Part 2.

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rarebeauty 😍😍

dovecameron You are the most beautiful human

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tchalamet A devine being 💫

florencepugh ❤️❤️❤️

y/n.is.queen I MISSED YOUR SMILE!

woketh.teen She looks so happy to be back on stage

and.what. The crowd went CRAZAY. The energy was unbelievable! So happy I was there!!!!!!

y/n.gossip That group hug tho 🥹

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yourname.stan SHE'S BACK! 😭😭😭😭

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kiki.kiwi The way they all held hands at the start of the show killed me. I cried so much.

nerdymcnerd No. But I swear I saw that FBI agent dancing to her songs!!!

dracoandme PICS WHERE?!?!?!

y/ns.army I need to see this!!!

onabreak The romance is BLOOMING

pgarcia @theemilyprentis 👀

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y/n.updates YOU GUYS!!! Y/N JUST POSTED THIS ON HER IG STORY THIS MORNING 😍😍

Story reads "☀️Sunshine☀️ and Road tripping with my new friend. Meet Spencer."

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sasha.mac She is a Goddess!! A Queen!! 👑

gucci.goddess He legit looks like a Spencer 🤣

fanfic.reader I smell romance in the air 💕💕

jd.dj He's her FBI body guard. Stop.

ooh.bratz Can he be mine next😭😍

bye-felicia THOSE HANDS 🤩

carter.nation Took no time did she 🤣

_isla Matt literally cheated on her. You can't say shit.

bubbles It's sad she can't just be her own person and be single. You don't need a man girl. Chill.

lame-o She can do what she wants??

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celebgossip During Y/n's show tonight, her third show back since her temporary shock hiatus, the star broke down in tears while singing Almost is Never Enough. During which the crowd came together and sang the rest of the song for her.

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itsmemario She must be feeling so much pain right now but I hope she feels comforted by her fans being there for her

y/ns.army I watched the video and when she sang So close to being in love. Her voice cracked and she tried to power through but she just broke down 💔💔

keyboardwarrior Why did she come back if she was just gonna cry for 90% of her show? Waste of money. Waste of time. Get yourself sorted and then come back.

ryanslife Your mum must be proud.

gigglegiraffe She's allowed to have feelings?

hater482 Exactly. Imagine going to a concert and they're just crying. Just don't sing that song?

daydreamer She sings love songs dipshit

y/nfan I just want to hug her so bad 😭

y/nupdates

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y/nupdates Y/n posted these to her story 10mins ago!! She's spoiling us. She's writing new songs. Going out. And having fun with her FBI agent Spencer.

y/nfan WHOOOOOS BUYING HER FLOWERS?!

bi.bi.bi Herself?

freakygirl Imagine if it was the stalker?!

queenie.me Doubt it. They probably check her mail and shid.

spillthetea Maybe Spencer? 👀

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enews BREAKING‼️ Dash cam footage was leaked today showing FBI agents arresting a man outside Y/n's New York apartment.

We've reached out to the BAU team and Y/n's management for comment.

y/n.updates OMG THEY GOT HIM!!!

bi.bianca Thank GOD!!! She can breathe now 😭

queenie.me Those agents saved her GOD damn life. 😭

y/nnnnn I'm so happy rn. She's safe ❤️

imdreaming Sending so many prayers to her 🙏🏼

vampdiary Spencer I'd HAWT ngl

thirstay Girl literally!!!

freeshavocadoo The way he swerved him too. That agent got rizz.

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dr.s.reid 🩷

p.garcia The CUTEST 😭🥰 so glad it's Official!!!

dr.s.reid She is and so am I.

emilyprentiss @p.garcia I told you!!

p.garcia I just couldn't believe!!

derekmorgan Pretty Boy got gameee

jen.jarau Spence I'm so happy for you!!

[icarus-does-fall]

It's short an stupid but it fixed the brainrot <3

The hannigram fic idea that suddenly started rotting in my brain<33

I love these two crazy mfers a totally normal and reasonable amount

Somewhere in season 2 ig but like also just sorta an AU lmao

I need hannigram domestic bliss (except they're still crazy<3)

.𝆤࿙࿙࿚๋࿙࿚ ⊱♡⊰ ࿙࿚๋࿙࿚࿚𝆤. .𝆤࿙࿙࿚๋࿙࿚ ⊱♡⊰ ࿙࿚๋࿙࿚࿚𝆤.

Will had once again been arrested and then set free because of over lying factors. It was becoming something of a pattern with Will being framed and then coincidently let go because another killer took the fall.

Hannibal, was of course the one still setting up Will, afterall he did stab Will only to moments later confess his love, but he'd be damned if other people kept saving *his* boy.

It was clear these two had a… problematic relationship but Hannibal knew how to be domestic on occasion, and these were one of those occasions.

After stabbing Will and begging for forgiveness while confessing his love, he immediately fled to Italy. Not long after did Will find him, they always knew where the other was. *Somehow*.

So of course Will found himself in Hannibals Italian Villa and one morning Hannibal and Will ended up in the kitchen together, Hannibal was cooking breakfast and Will was being a casual menace.

“William, please put the knives down, I need them to dice the chives.”

“Or I keep holding them, and try to stab you when you get too close.”

Hannibal sighed and continued to prep the needed ingredients for breakfast. “I have already apologized for that, must you keep it over my head forever?”

“No I don't have to, but it's nice seeing you squirm with guilt every time I mention it. More convenient than a gun this early in the morning too.” :3

Hannibal merely gave Will a slightly annoyed look as he took the Knife out of his hands and then kissed Will on the nose before going back to finish breakfast. Will bluescreenned for a moment, while yes Hannibal had admitted his feelings open affection from the man was still a strange concept.

“You're an impossible puzzle to solve Will.”

“Yeah- Anyway whats for breakfast?”

“We have caramelized french toast with a mixed berry compote for your child like behaviours, and I have a fiddlehead omelet with bacon and a homemade salsa.”

“That sounds- Hey wait a minute, I'm not childlike! I'm an FBI agent who have taken care of himself the majority of his life.”

“William, you point a gun at me whenever you want to get your way and pout whenever you remember your dogs are still in the states without you. Furthermore you pout whenever you don't get your way.”

To even further prove Hannibals point, Will pouted as his behaviours were pointed out one by one. The down side of living with and liking a psychiatrist, you tend to get psychoanalysied without your permission.

“Just shut up and make your breakfast already-”

Hannibal smiled smugly as he turned back towards the stove. A few minutes later breakfast was done and plated, Will sat at the bar, causing Hannibal to scowl from his place at the table. He mightve been a cannibal but he still had table manners.

Hannibal silently glared at Will, trying to will Will into sitting at the table. It eventually worked but not in the way Hannibal wanted. Instead of sitting nicely Will was sitting cross legged in one of the chairs and was breaking almost every table etiquette rule there was. But at least he was at the table.

“William…”

“I haven't done anything!”

His eyes narrowed. “Are you quite positive about that William?”

“Uh… yes?”

Hannibal nodded disapprovingly and continued to eat in silence, now Will wasn't nervous per say but he definitely was a little on edge from Hannibals reactions. Knowing his luck he'd end up with an ear in his mouth again while he slept.

Besides that one incident the two had a fairly calm and casual morning. Will did the dishes as Hannibal cleaned the table, after the chores were done the two ended up on the couch together watching some nature documentary that Will liked.

“You know this isn't going to last forever right? If I found you Jack is eventually gonna show up at the door too-”

Hannibal nodded, absent-mindedly pulling Will in closer to his side. “I am well aware of Jack Crawford's efforts to find me but I have ways to delay the inevitable for now.”

Will was about to say something else but Hannibal cut him off with a kiss, even going as far to bite down on Wills lip until it bled- The might have started to be a little more than civil but that didn't mean Hannibal didn't have issues anymore.

A gasp and a soft moan slipped past his lips as Hannibal kissed and bit him. Yet he returned the kiss with a similar fever leading to him tugging on Hannibals shirt, only to then he pulled away from.

A coy looking Hannibal smiled as he looked at Wills flushed face. “Don't get carried away now William, we still have a documentary to finish watching.”

[prncssie]

Ty for responding lovey, I adore your interpretation, especially the part about googling stupid stuff lol. Going on quora and such. I can imagine him shamefully deleting his search history afterwards in case his fbi agent turned out to be a snitch

But, I wonder how fast he would just get tired of dropping subtle sighs and just tell reader about his feelings.

Hope you have a wonderful day/afternoon/night

~ ☄️

yk it’s so funny you mention this bc i actually already have it planned out in my head how reader n hobie come to be reader n hobie. i could probably write it but i wont bc it would be very angsty and im not a angst person.

everyone knows hobie is not into the way society operates. it’s common knowledge. that same thing would carry over to relationships and it would be very very very difficult for him to break out of his habits.

he’s not a toxic bf at all i think he’s very sweet n perfect n i love him. i just don’t think that he was the first one to make the move like the real let’s be exclusive n together move. in my universe, you and hobie are on again off again for a while. after the initial flirting, he never really asks you out. you go on dates and you act like a couple but he doesn’t put the label on it bc he doesn’t care.

now this can go one of two ways, you also don’t care and are chill w it or you do care. im gonna go w the you do care route. it becomes something that you ask him. literally you send the what are we text and he just blanks bc he doesn’t know what to call it but he knows he’s having a good time and is happy with you. he’s not into defining and labeling everything. he doesn’t like categorizing stuff and putting it into a neat and pretty box all bc someone said so.

this can and will cause problems bc you want a label. you want something to call him and he really don’t gaf what you call it. lots of arguments bc you don’t understand him and he couldn’t be arsed. like, this is a vvvv slow burn bc to you, a label means stability and you feel like he’s not giving you that and you’re not enjoying it. to him, a label is just another way of making everything fit in societies standards. he doesn’t way to do what everyone is doing and be brainless and conform.

in the end, i’m not sure what the push is or what the compromise is. you’re free to interpret and lmk but ig it just gets exhausting to do the back and forth but neither of you view it as more important than each other so you kinda just . . . never talk about it again. instead of introducing him as your boyfriend, you say partner and he likes it bc it could entail anything. life partner, partner in crime, wtv.

but yeah c: that’s my personal canon that i believe in for every hobie i’ve ever written, even prowler hobie. except sometimes ik ill use the word bf but now you know he just stopped bringing it up and pointing out that he doesn’t like it.

[railingsofsorrow]

loml and jemily would go so well 😩

loss of my life

[emily prentiss x jennifer jareau]

[SONG INSPIRATION » loml by taylor swift]

summary: emily wanted to bury herself alive. I didn't know I had her until I lost her. it all became painfully too real.

pairings: j. jareau x e. prentiss; j. jareau x w. lamontagne jr.

w.c: 2K

warnings/content: heartBREAK; hard angst like... prepare tissues-kind-of-angst; unrequited love (it's heavily implied); CM related violence; descriptions of blood and wounds; the whole thing discusses Loss; lauren reynolds (mentioned); allusions to death; this is inspired by LOML so keep that in mind ig?; no happy ending.

A/N: I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ok I've layed out my heart for this one shot, I hope you like it and SORRY for how long it took. I've recently moved in to a new place and my life is hectic but somehow I found motivation to finish this? yeah idk, it's something. sorry again

[part of “the taylor swift anthology”]

navi

masterpost

criminal minds masterlist

[requested]

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❝ who's gonna stop us from waltzing back into rekindled flames.❞

━━━━━━━

I didn't know I had her until I lost her.

When Emily saw Jennifer for the first time, the woman was still the BAU's media liaison. She would have thought she was the youngest agent on the team if Spencer hadn't been introduced as such.

She found her mesmerising.

JJ walked up to do press conferences as if she was about to order a coffee. Emily thought she was amazing and she wanted to learn everything about her and with her.

It wasn't love at first sight. No. Emily would never admit that. It's bullshit. What she can admit, however, is that she fell for her when she heard her voice.

“You must be the new agent.” JJ greeted her, outstretching a hand that Emily took too long to accept because she was too busy staring at her. Soft fingers. Perfect nails. No rings. “Welcome to the team.”

Emily must have thanked her at some point. She can't remember. The only thing he has engraved into her mind was JJ's lips turned upwards in a warm smile, showing her teeth. The smile was for Emily and she thought of numerous ways she could have one of those everyday for as long as she worked at the BAU.

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❝ I thought I was better safe than starry-eyed

I felt aglow like this

never before and never since.❞

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I miss her even though she's a step away from me.

Emily Prentiss.

Daughter of Embassador Prentiss. Waitress for three months until she gave up because she sucked. Interpol spy. FBI Agent. A corpse.

She was many things in her lifetime. Emily conquered most of things she wanted, one of those was to get into the FBI. She did it. From a very early age she knew she wanted to change lives, but she didn't know she could do it in both good and bad ways.

Emily tried. Most of all, she tried. And she lost so much. Her friends, her family, herself.

She was forced to lose who she was but one thing that was always constant and that helped her not spiral out of control: Jennifer Jareau.

And here's the thing. Emily never lost JJ. She was always there on her corner, never straying too far. What changed then? Well.

JJ did.

She met someone.

Emily felt her world crash down and send her to an exhibition of all of the regrets she committed in this lifetime. Not telling JJ how she felt was the first and the biggest one. It stung and it hurt and it scarred her entire body to the point where she wanted to throw up and rip her skin apart because why why would she do this why would she not tell her how she felt how could she let her GO?

She was a coward.

Interpol spy. FBI Agent. Chief of Interpol's London office. Yet— she was a coward. Emily chased down serial killers for a living. Her heart stopped and she had to fake her death to protect herself and the people she loved. Yet!— she was a coward. The worst of them.

She left the woman she loved go because she thought it was better to have her at arm's length than to risk losing her by admitting her feelings.

I didn't know I had her until I lost her.

Emily never really lost Jennifer. But she never really had her either. Not in the way she wanted.

“You're overthinking.”

Emily blinked, stepping back to reality as Reid's voice echoed through her ears. They had been playing chess before Emily's little reminiscing episode. He probably cheated as she wasn't paying attention and for that, he earned a glare.

“You know,” Emily drawled out, observing the chess board before she realises he was one move from winning and anything she did would end up on her inevitable loss. “playing while somebody is distracted is the biggest act of betrayal.”

“You were distracted because you were overthinking and it's not my fault if I'm concentrated and you're not.”

She wanted to throw a chess piece at him.

Spencer offered her a knowingly look and Emily felt like his expression wasn't related to the game at all. Just as he knew when she was overthinking, she knew when he was about to meddle into her business.

There was no time to stop him though.

“Why don't you just talk to her?”

The seat was suddenly too hot and she wondered if the AC is on.

“Who?” She played dumb and she did a very poorly job at it.

Spencer agreed because he rolled his eyes, turning his neck to look at somebody — not somebody, Emily knew who he was looking at because it was the same direction she had been trying not to stare for the past one hour.

JJ fell asleep, head propped up against the window, her neck bent in a way that it would hurt when she wakes up but Emily couldn't get out of her ass to go give her her pillow even though she has been doing that since forever.

Something's different.

She's different.

They're different.

Or she tells herself it needs to be different this time.

“JJ may not say it, but she notices you have drifted away.” Something in Emily chest shakes. Despair. Agony. What do you mean she noticed it? What is there to notice?

“I haven't drifted away. We're fine.”

“She misses you.” Spencer said and then closes his mouth, not letting anything else escape for the rest of the jet ride.

She misses you.

She misses you.

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❝ about a million times

who's gonna tell me the truth

when you blew in with the winds of fate

and told me I reformed you.❞

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“Sit still.”

“Why are you doing the paramedics job?”

JJ let out a huff for the third time, losing her patience with the wounded woman in front of her.

Emily had her neck painted purple because of someone they didn't see being the unsub fast enough and blood gushing out of a cut in her forehead.

Not gushing out, you see. But Emily Prentiss shouldn't have anything less than nothing hurt on her face. Or anywhere else in her body. She should be fine.

She should be fine.

Jennifer felt her heart break in half and twist in the edges when she noticed Emily hadn't gotten out in time. The same situation as years back. But back then she knew Emily would be safe, it wasn't real. This time, it felt a lot real and she hated it.

Lying to everybody while knowing the truth is cruel but in a twisted, odd way, it brought her comfort. Because Emily was safe.

Tonight she had no comfort. She had a headache and her eyes were stinging.

JJ wanted to cry.

She almost lost her again. There was no faking her death for her wellbeing. There was no fake anything.

She almost lost her.

“Do you see the amount of people hurt?” JJ provided a jab to cover up the dread in her chest. She dabbed gently against the cut in her forehead, cleaning the dried blood. She's fine. She's fine. “They're going to take sometime until they get to you.”

“Of course, they're priorities.” Emily retorted, looking up at the victims scattered around the entrance of the building.

A crease between the blonde's forehead would be the first tell for Emily to know she fucked up, but she couldn't see it.

“You're a priority.”

“No, I'm not.”

“Yes, you are.”

“I'm not the vict— ow! JJ!” Emily flinched away as JJ pressed too hard on her wound, causing it to pinch her already injured skin.

JJ leaned away, throwing the gauze on top of the other materials she had used to disinfect her injury.

“I'm gonna call someone over.”

Emily didn't know why she panicked all of a sudden. She wanted her to go. She wanted to be left alone.

Right?

“JJ, no, wait—” She found herself grasping her wrist to prevent her from walking off. “What's wrong?” Was she being a hypocrite for asking that? Then so be it. She missed JJ and the last thing she wanted was to have her be mad at her for something.

Being mad at Emily right now was unreasonable and unfair. JJ was plenty aware of that though that didn't change the fire of anger cursing through her body as Emily told her that she wasn't a priority. How dare she? How DARE she?

“You're a priority!” JJ marvelled. “And you need to stop thinking of yourself as anything other than a priority. It's boderline idiotic.” A pause. She took a deep breath in, shoulders slumping. She was tired. “What you did there was stupid. It could've ended badly.”

I could've lost you.

Do I still have you?

“It didn't.” Emily said, frowning. “This is barely a scratch, Jen.”

Jen.

JJ hadn't been called that in a long time. Emily was the only one who called her that and since she kind of put JJ aside in her life... God, she missed her. But she guessed the feeling wasn't mutual.

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❝it was legendary

it was momentary

it was unnecessary.❞ ━━━━━━━

Late at night, as they went back to the hotel to get some rest and catch an early flight in the next day, Emily found herself unable to relax.

Hotch was in charge of dividing the rooms and four people would have to pair up because of the budget cuts.

Stupid fucking budget cuts—

If the universe was on her favour or not, she didn't know. What she knew was that JJ and her ended up being paired up. Emily tried to see the brighter side of the situation. Despite their tension, Emily desperately wanted to apologise to JJ, or maybe just admit she was being a real bitch by avoiding her without a reason.

She had a reason.

One JJ didn't know and will never know if it depended on her.

If the universe was on her favour or not, she came to learn the answer when Will Lamontagne Jr. walked through the entrance and went straight to JJ, fussing over if she was okay or not.

JJ's widened eyes told Emily she didn't expect her boyfriend (?) to be there. And neither anyone in the team expected him either, because the way everyone eyed each other with confused gazes was explanation enough.

Emily wanted to bury herself alive.

I didn't know I had her until I lost her.

It all became painfully too real.

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❝ should'veet it stay buried

oh what a valiant roar

what a bland goodbye.❞

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It dawned on her as Will kissed JJ in front of the whole team, not caring about people's opinions or if the eyes on them were judging in any way, that they didn't have to worry about that

It was perfect, wasn't it? They were perfect for each other. Why would Emily even think of messing it up?

Emily never had her. Not in the way she wanted. And now she lost her. For good.

But JJ was happy. Safe and happy.

It didn't matter if Emily physically felt her heart pulling and pulling to the point it would snap. Any second now. But not here. Not in front of her team. Not in front of JJ's happiness.

She would breakdown on her own. She's been doing it all by herself for a long time anyway, so what's the difference now?

I never had her.

So I never lost her, did I?

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❝ I'll never leave

never mind

[...]

you're the loss of my life.❞

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