#and the jj hyperfixation begins…

[billybabyy]

boyfriend!jj maybank x girlfriend!reader

“boys with blue eyes and tattoos on their chests.”

[reiderwriter]

Little Angel

Pairing: Spencer Reid × virgin!fem reader

Genre: SMUT, some fluff, a little tiny smidge of angst. MINORS DNI 18+

Summary: As the youngest and most innocent member of the BAU, they all take care of their little angel. When they find out just how innocent you are, though, one member takes his possession to the next level. You're his little angel, and he's determined to have you.

Warnings: loss of virginity, loss of innocence, degradation, pet names, oral sex, thigh riding, fingering, cum marking, love bites, Spencer is territorial and possessive, Dom! Spencer Reid, PinV sex, mentions breeding, but he pulls out.

A/N: We've reached Day 8 of kinktober! It's our second "long" fic, meaning there's a bit more plot to this, and the smut scene is longer too (WC is almost 7k!) I hope you love this one just as much as I did... The kinktober masterlist can be found here, and my regular masterlist is here too! If you want something specific, my requests are open ❤️

Your first three months with the BAU were a blur, and for good reason. Endless cases, back-to-back, interrupted only by the slight hint of a weekend or the ever possible death row interview. You were tired, stressed, and afraid to walk home alone at night, and absolutely satisfied. As far as you were concerned, it was all worth it to get these monsters off the streets, to help save their victims and to find out what made them tick. There was nothing else you'd rather be doing. 

The team had helped you settle in well, too. You'd joined the team after Alex Blake had left - she'd recommended you actually from the college seminars you'd taken with her. You were obviously lacking a bit of experience, so they took on two team members, and you and Kate Callahan had the great opportunity of both being the newbie. But you had a slight disadvantage of age, coming in as the youngest member of the team. You thought that might be why you'd settled in so well, in all honesty. 

Hotch and Rossi were both protective in a fatherly way. Hotch pushed you and Rossi encouraged you and that was everything you needed from them. A strong pat on the back at the end of a case and a "you did good, kid," and whatever hell they'd pushed you through, it was worth it. Morgan's tough love was brotherly, but he did a great job at getting you to relax on and off the case, reminding you to not take the work home. JJ and Kate were great mentors. It wasn't easy being women in the FBI, let alone the unit that specifically looked into some of the most misogynistic killings, rapes and abductions in the world. They both gave you tips about how to handle condescending officers, and JJ had held your hair back after you'd puked your guts up on a particularly harrowing day in the field. With Penelope, friendship was easy, and you loved talking to her about whatever hyperfixation you were on that week, loving that there was someone on your team that had filled their life with genuine joy in the face of so much horror. 

And Spencer. Honestly, you were beginning to think that you'd used Spencer as a human stuffed toy a bit too much. 

You don't know how it happened at first, just that after one of your first few cases, you'd been so elated to find a victim alive, safe but traumatised, that you'd thrown yourself into his arms the minute you got back to the precinct. 

"We did it, I thought she was going to be dead, Spencer but she isn't." Your head was pressed into his chest, you were almost surprised he even heard them, muffled as they were. If you weren't so elated, you'd have noticed the way he'd stiffened at your touch, panicking slightly before awkwardly wrapping his arms around you, too. But you pulled away before you could notice that he wasn't really used to any physical comfort, bouncing off to write up your case report. 

Spencer noticed, though. Noticed how the heat of your body made him feel comforted, the way his heart rate increased to 125 BPM from it's base rate and didn't fall back to normal for another half hour. He noticed that you smelt like jasmine and patchouli, and more importantly, he noticed that he didn't really care if you touched him, and that was new. 

It became a kind of ritual for you, finding him after a case and folding into his arms to celebrate. They were friendly hugs, after all, a sign that you'd been through hell together, and you'd made it through like avenging angels. They only lingered longer when the cases went badly. You turned to crying in his arms after you'd discovered the body of a dead street girl, Veronica, in pieces in the house of an unsub who'd committed suicide by cop moments earlier. 

"I told her she'd be safe if she talked to us, Reid. I told her we'd protect her, that I'd protect her." You were so hurt by that failure that he'd had to drive you home that night, holding your hand the entire way so you didn't feel so alone, left to fester in your guilt. 

The rest of the team had begun teasing you about the hugs, but you'd brushed them off. You hugged everyone else too, and you knew for a fact that Penelope hugged every member of the team, so there was nothing special going on between you and Spencer. No one had deigned to inform you of Spencer's germophobia and aversion to touch. 

"Gonna tell me what that's all about?" Morgan asked Spencer as you bounced away from a hug one day, leaving to remove your FBI vest. 

"What what's all about?" He replied coldly, turning away to remove his own vest, replacing it with his blazer. 

"What, you don't have a statistic for how many germs are passed between people during a hug, Kid, come on, you were practically smelling her hair." The older man's eyebrows raised in a question again, but Spencer continued to blow him off. 

"I hug people all the time, it's not a big deal." He shrugged. 

"It took you four years to return one of Penelope's hugs, and you still only do that on special occasions. That's not all the time." 

"Derek, just drop it. There's nothing going on, she just… She just does it sometimes." 

It was when you'd hugged him in the middle of the office, without a case to use as an excuse, that you noticed an underlying tension in the office. You were all celebrating, of course, Callahan had just announced her pregnancy, and you were all so happy for her. You'd heard the happy news and instantly turned and thrown yourself into Spencer's arms. Even you weren't sure why, not even questioning it until you saw the awkward glances on the other profilers' faces. You brushed it off by rushing to give each of them hugs, and running out in a mad flush, needing air, or water or something to get you out of what was looking more and more like an interrogation room. 

A few cases later, the entire team headed to O'Keefe's to celebrate. 

"To another case successfully solved," Morgan toasted, and you all joined him, lifting your glasses in triumph. 

"To the wonders of non-alcoholic beer," chimed in Kate, leaving you all laughing together. The booth was small, and as usual, you'd found yourself sat right in the arms of Spencer Reid. You hadn't intended it, honestly, having slightly avoided him recently, but you'd followed Penelope into her side of the circular table, and Reid had followed you. You were sat squished between them, your arms resting awkwardly on your lap between drinks. 

"Okay, a night of drinking is slightly boring without some games to spice things up, what do you say, hot chocolate?" Penelope said, addressing Morgan who was on her other side. 

"I'm all ears, baby girl. What were you thinking?" 

"How about twenty questions? We already know a lot about each other, let's see what we don't know?" Kate suggested, thriving off of the knowledge that as the sole sober member present, she'd hold all the cards tomorrow. 

"What, how is asking questions a game?" Reid questioned jokingly from beside you. "That's just an interrogation or a therapy session, there's no winner or loser."  

Already slightly buzzing from your drink, you turned to him and out your fingers in his lips, shushing him. 

"No time for logic in matters of the bottle, Spencer. Let's play." He pulled your fingers off him, but nodded, holding them in his grip still as you turned back to the table. 

"I'll start! JJ, are you and Will thinking of having more baby LaMontagne's?" Penelope jumped at the chance to probe her teammate, and you laughed at her enthusiasm. 

"There have been discussions, but I'll not confirm or deny yet." JJ said, taking a sip of her drink as she slyly avoided a direct answer. 

"I always forget why you were so good with the press, Miss No Answers. Okay, your turn to ask a question." 

"Okay, Morgan. Are you thinking of popping the question to Savannah anytime soon?" 

"Did she send you?" He laughed and took a drink. "If I do, she'll be the first to know." 

The game went back and forth like this for a few rounds before Penelope turned the spotlight back to you. 

"Okay, Y/N. You were a college student recently, I know you've got some wild stories. Where's the craziest place you've ever done it?" You knew Penelope didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. She was just an open person. 

But you shifted in your seat nonetheless, trying to figure out if you could answer or even if you would. Your tongue was a bit looser than you expected though, because before you could even finish thinking you just blurted it out. 

"Nowhere." 

The others blinked at you slightly before Penelope dived in with another question. 

"Is that Nowhere, Oaklahoma, or you're just not having sex in crazy places?" 

"No. I'm not… I'm not having sex. Period. Never have." You felt yourself shrink as the other members of the team awkwardly apologised for probing you so much. Really it wasn't that big of a deal, and it wasn't as if you were saving it for religious or moral reasons. But you'd not been the most popular teenager, and you'd started studying serial killers and sociopaths so early that you really hadn't wanted to get so intimate with someone else like that. 

Unbeknownst to you, Spencer's grip on his own drink had tightened ever so slightly, his heart race had picked up again, and suddenly the hand that was holding yours suddenly let you go, quietly dropping your fingers like they were glowing cinders, and he was dripping in gasoline, waiting to ignite. 

Lust. He felt sick with himself for the images that were suddenly flashing through his mind now that he knew you'd never been held in that way, trying not to fantasise about you underneath him, holding him, begging him, feeling all of him. He took another swig of his drink and politely excused himself to get another as he let himself catch some air, as the sudden realization that he wanted you - and had wanted you for quite some time now - finally hit him.

The next couple of weeks were normal, and you were thankful to have that discussion behind you. No one treated you differently, acted like you were more of a child than before, asked you how your dating life was or set you up on blind dates, which was really refreshing actually. You'd let some friends know previously, and that's all they'd done, surprised that you could live ignorant to wonders of sex without shrivelling up and dying. 

The only thing that was different was Spencer. And that wasn't really difference so much as growing more comfortable with each other. He'd rest his hand on the small of your back now in support sometimes, or have a hand slung over the back of your chair when sitting together. He was constantly at your side, especially if you were around male suspects or officers who'd taken a bit of a ballsy approach. 

You liked it, probably a bit too much. You gravitated towards him in a room filled with people, and found yourself hugging him more often, when you left a room, when you entered one, when he looked like he needed it. Which, recently, was all the time. A month went by with this increased comfort level, and soon you found yourself feeling wrong if his hands weren't on you. 

He stood close to you all the time, and you noticed the stares you were getting from everyone else. A few officers who'd approach you would apologise to him when they noticed him at your back, hand on your hip as he pulled you away. 

After one case, you could even swear that you felt more than him than you were expecting. He'd moved away slightly in between one of your hugs, but you'd pulled his arms back around you and stepped closer, pressing your back against his chest, letting your head rest on his arms. Something hard and long wedged up against your ass, and in a split second he was pulling away before you could ask him about it. He excused himself, and you felt your body burn up. It was Spencer, it was just Spencer and that wasn't because of you, it was some other reason. 

Spencer didn't know what he was doing. He grew more possessive over you by the day, and he'd honestly nearly bitten the head off an officer who asked him for your number. 

"Sorry, she doesn't have a phone." 

"But I saw her with one earlier. Look I get it she's FBI, and you guys are-" 

"Okay, so she's not interested."

"Hey, why don't you let her decide that wise guy?" 

"Oh sure, get angry I'm sure she'd love that. She's not interested, she has me." He couldn't help himself from getting in the officers face at that, and Morgan had to pull him back from the edge. 

"Wow, wow, hey, calm down." The officer stormed out, and he felt triumphant for only a second before Morgan rounded on him. 

"Whatever this thing you've got going on, Spencer, you need to get it out of your system as soon as possible." His voice was low and stern, throwing a glance over his shoulder to where you were sitting, staring confusedly through the glass at Spencer, whose eyes refused to move from your own. 

" I just wanted him to back off, she doesn't like him like that."

"No, you wanted him to back off because you've marked her like some animal marking its territory. She's not your prey, Spencer, she's our team member, now you're gonna have to get your act together and leave her alone, because we've got work to do." 

Sighing and throwing his hands through his hair again, he finally looked away from you and gathered his breath. He wanted to stop this too, this horrible perverted feeling of needing his hands on you, wanting to possess you day and night. To protect you. He just wasn't sure if he was strong enough to do that. 

The next time you all went to O'Keefe's he certainly tried. You expected him to follow you into the booth again - he didn't, sitting opposite you next to JJ. You expected him to talk to you or look at you for more than a second at a time - he didn't, avoiding most conversations entirely and keeping his eyes fixed on the bar. You certainly expected him to still be sat at the table when you returned from the bathroom, ready to slip into the seat beside him, force him to talk to you. Instead he was gone, and you scanned the rest of the bar trying to locate him. 

Something green and vile jumped you when you finally locked onto him, stood at the bar, surrounded by other women. Surrounded was maybe an exaggeration, as there were really only two of them, but they were practically draping themselves over him, and for some reason that set something alight inside of you. 

You watched them for a moment, how one of them trailed a hand up his arm as he shuddered away from their touch, the other pressing herself against the bar so her chest pushed up dramatically. The green bile in your throat carried your feet forwards, and before you knew it, you were clearing it from your throat to grab their attentions. 

"Spencer, there you are!" You brightened your tone specifically, as you locked eyes with his panicked ones. The two girls looked you up and down as you moved closer, brushing past them to climb up right into his lap on the barstool, pulling his arm around you as you pressed your ass into his crotch. 

"Are you going to introduce me to your new friends?" The smile didn't reach your eyes as you let your back rest against his chest comfortably, watching the women to see their reactions. The one touching him pulled her arm back instantly, and the other readjusted her dress before they both left silently, carrying their glasses back to wherever they came from. 

You watched them leave a little triumphantly before the green faded, and you realised what you had done. 

"Y/N…?" His voice was hesitant in your ear, and you shivered slightly before pushing off of him. 

"I'm so sorry, Spence, it just- it… looked like you were hard." You panicked again, pushing closer to him. "No, like you were in a hard situation, not that you were," your hand accidentally dropped to his crotch as you spoke your final words: "Hard."

He twitched beneath you as you finally looked down to where your hand was, as his mouth opened to say something. 

"Y/N…" was all you heard before you turned around, and fast walked to the entrance, picking your bag up quickly on the way, and then sprinted the second the cold air hit your face. 

You cursed yourself inwardly as you ran the three blocks more to your apartment, thankful that you were at least in walking (or apparently running) distance. What the hell had you been thinking? Practically sexually harassing one of your coworkers like that, grabbing his dick, albeit accidentally. 

You slammed your door shut behind you, leaning against it and sliding to the floor as you finally accepted that whatever this was with Reid, it wasn't friendship for you anymore. And you weren't sure if it had ever been. 

With your head between your legs, arms wrapped tightly around yourself, you started replaying each moment with him, each touch from the very first. How even the memory of a brush past you could excite a fire in your heart, a heat between your legs growing by the second. 

You wanted to crawl pathetically into bed and not think about him until the next morning at work,  but fate, or Doctor Spencer Reid, had other plans. 

The knock at your door was sudden and incessant, the banging starting loud, and staying consistent until you tentatively pulled it open. 

He was stood there, chest heaving, looking down at you, sweat coating his forehead. 

"Can I… Come in?" He asked, and you nodded, too stunned at his sudden appearance to tell if this was real or just your fantasy becoming a little too realistic. 

He thanked you for letting him inside, and you showed him inside, guiding him to he couch, where you took a seat opposite him. 

"I wanted to make sure you were okay, you left in a rush and…" He trailed off, eyes flicking down to your lips. His Adam's apple bobbed with his swallow, and you watched it yourself, trying to avoid meeting his eyes, as if you were a schoolgirl about to get in trouble with a disappointed teacher. 

"I'm okay." 

"Okay, that's great, that's… Great." His breaths caught up to him, and he took another deep breath and a swallow before continuing. "How about we continue that game from last time. Twenty questions?" 

You'd do anything to stop him walking out of that door, but you felt too shy to touch him again, even in the friendly ways you were used to, so you eagerly accepted. 

"Yes, that… That sounds fun, thank you." 

"Okay. Question one. Do you know why I'm here?" He asks as he shifts closer to you, still not touching, but at a proximity where it would be natural to accidentally brush against one another. 

"N-No. But I might have an idea." He nodded at your response before moving on to his next question. 

"Question two. Are you a virgin?" He didn't trip or stumble over the words, pushing them out slowly and delicately so as not to offend. 

"Yes." The lump in your throat was thick, almost as if he'd put something there that you couldn't help but choke on. 

"Question three. Do you want to remain a virgin?" 

You shook your head no, following it with your voice seconds later as he stood up from his seat, putting some distance between you. 

"Question four. Do you feel intoxicated or drunk right now?" He held himself still as you sat on the very edge of your chair, desperate to feel his hands on you now. 

"No, I only had one sip at the bar before…" He held up a hand to silence you, and you did. 

Question five. Answer me honestly. Do you like it when I touch you?" 

"Yes." Your breath was a whisper, but it was breathy, sounding almost pornographic in your neediness. 

"Question six. Do you like it when other people touch you?" 

"Do you?" His head snapped back to yours, and you froze under his gaze. "Not as much." You answered and relaxed again, pouting slightly at his lack of answer. 

"Question seven. Do you like me touching other people?" He took a step closer to you again with this question, but you continued pouting as you shook your head. 

"No. I don't." His lips quirked upwards before he could stop them, but he gathered himself together again. 

"Question eight. Do you want me to leave?" You met his eyes at that question, taking one good, hard, long look at him. You noted the tensed jaw, the clenched fists, his stiff body language, trailing your eyes over him before looking him directly in the eyes. 

"No." You let the word hang on your tongue, pulling it out a bit longer than was necessary as you watched him take in a shaky breath. 

"Question nine. Do you want me to come over there and kiss you?" 

"God, yes." He was on you in seconds, restraints gone, throwing himself back at you as his lips collided with your own. Virgin you may be, but you'd kissed men before, and it had been nothing like this. 

His hands trailed up to your hair, tipping your head back slightly so he could gain better access. He bit your lip and thrust his tongue into your mouth when you gasped, so eager to consume every part of you whole. 

You'd never felt like this before. 

He pulled away, and you tried desperately to chase his lips, even as your lungs begged you to stop. 

"Last question," he whispered in the space between you, holding the sides of your face at a distance so neither of you could be tempted to dive in for a second kiss, or a third, or fourth. "Do you want me to fuck you?" You whimpered at his words, nodding furiously as you tried to lunge at him again, but he held you firm. 

"I need you to say your answer, baby. I need to hear your consent, okay?" You nod again and open your mouth, eyes never leaving his lips as you moan out a definitive "yes."

Instead of letting your lips fall against his again, he lunges for you, grabbing your legs and hauling you up into his arms, carrying you bridal style all the way back to your bedroom. 

"Gonna do it right," he mutters to himself as he throws you down on the bed, pulling back to take off his jacket and unbutton the cuffs on his shirt, rolling the sleeves up meticulously. 

"I'm going to take care of you, Y/N, okay?" You nod at him and flush, suddenly feeling the strength of his need for you as he holds himself back. He puts his hands on you again, gently coaxing your legs apart, pushing your skirt up over your hips. Reflexively, you move your hands over yourself, covering your sensitive places with your hands. 

"Don't cover yourself." His voice is strong, deep, as he orders you, and you let your arms drop back to your side. He traces his hands up and down your legs, almost as if he were memorising every inch of your skin, how you felt under his hands. 

His hands make their way up to your panties, and you watch with baited breath as he moves you, pulling your hips up so he can let them fall down. The lace material tickles you as he pushes them past your thighs, over your knees and finally off your legs entirely, balling them up and putting them in his pocket. 

"I'm going to touch you now, okay?" He asks it like a question, but he doesn't wait for your answer, unable to hold himself back before diving straight between your legs, so desperate to taste you that he's deaf to everything else. 

His tongue connects with your sensitive area first, tracing up and down at a steady pace as his legs half-heartedly push your legs open. It's almost as if he's enjoying the pressure of your legs wrapped around him, suffocating between your thighs as he feels your pleasure build, and build. 

Eventually he pushes your hips further apart, letting himself push his face into even more of you, his tongue entering your hole as he begins fucking it in and out of you, fingers coming back up to your clit to keep up the pressure there. 

"Spencer, please, please, fuck." 

"I love it when you beg for me like a needy little slut," he whispers, holding your legs apart as he looked up at you, face slick with your arousal. Your mouth drops wide at his words, and he immediately begins to retract them. 

"I'm sorry, Y/N, if that was too far, I just got caught up -" 

"I liked it." You said, quieting him as you spread your legs a bit further apart, begging for him to continue. He smiled and dived right back in, bringing his other hand up under your dress, all the way to your chest as you kept your legs open yourself. 

He sucked your clit into his mouth, lapping up all the juices you were releasing as you moaned underneath him, bucking into his face at the memory of his degradation. 

You were a needy little slut, and you needed him to make you cum. He was more than happy to oblige. 

He kept you there for what felt like forever, drinking you in for as long as he could. You orgasmed twice before he finished, completely overstimulated by the way he was desperately fucking you with his mouth. 

He was obsessed with you, with your scent, your taste, with being the first ever person to ever touch you like this, to fuck you, to make you feel so good. Without him even realising, you're pushed to the brink for a second time, shuddering under the heat of his mouth as he drinks you in. 

He finally pulls his head up again, coming up for air as you're twitching under him. 

"Perfect, baby, so perfect for me." His lips fall down to your own, and suddenly you're tasting yourself on his tongue. It's hypnotising, and despite the pleasure you've just received, you need more, desperate to feel him on you again. 

When he pulls his mouth away, he replaces himself with his fingers, pushing them into your mouth. 

"Suck," he says and you listen, as he watches the way you lick yourself off of him. 

He unzips your dress with his free hand, carefully pulling your arms out of the sleeves and pushing your dress off your body. You trace your tongue around every ridge of his fingers, leaving no inch undiscovered. He moved you to pull the dress of, and you graciously followed, letting him do whatever he wanted to you. 

"Nice little slut, tasting herself on my fingers?" He whispered when you were finally bare, pulling his fingers from your mouth, letting the trail of spit hang between you as you moaned. 

He removed himself from over you, and moved to sit on the edge of the bed. 

"Come here. Come and sit on my lap." 

You cautiously followed his directions. You'd thought that he'd fuck you then, after spending so long getting you ready, but apart from his tie, which he was in the middle of discarding as you crawled over to him, he hadn't derobed any further. 

"That's it baby, come and sit yourself down right here." He pat his thigh and you crawled over, lowering yourself down onto his clothed leg. 

"What now, Spencer?" You stuttered the words out, heart beating as you awaited his instructions. 

"Now, I want you to rock your hips back and forth. Just like this." He grabbed your hips and started moving you against his leg, pushing you down to grind into him. 

"Spencer, wait, I don't know-" 

"I do. I know you can do it, so please try. For me." You pulled you in for a kiss, and then removed his hands from you, leaving you to rock against his thigh. 

You were unsure of the movements at first, moving slowly as you dragged your aching cunt up and down the top of his pants, watching as you saw the wet patch you were making. You moaned with each movement, growing faster and more confident as you continued. 

"That's it baby, use me to get yourself off, okay? Let me see you." He whispered in your ears, pushing your sweat-slicked hair ou of your face, holding it up for you. 

"Spencer please," you don't even know what you're asking for as you beg him, feeling that familiar bubble in your stomach grow. 

"No, you can do it. You look so beautiful like this, Y/N, so desperate for my cock, huh?" You start trying to unbutton his shirt, desperate to see more of him, to feel more of his bare skin on your own. But he stops your hands and holds them against his chest. 

"You need to ask nicely first, before trying to undress me like a needy little whore." The words should sound violent, should humiliate you, but his voice is so soft you simply move faster, moaning and desperate to cum one more time. 

"Fuck, Spencer, I'm gonna… I'm gonna…" 

"No, you're not." Before you finish, he pulls you off his leg, hauling your body back onto the bed, and laying you back down on your back. You moan in disapproval, so frustrated with the lack of release that you feel tears prick the corners of your eyes. 

"Don't cry, baby. I'll give you what you want soon." He practically rips his clothes off, pulling his vest over his head, stumbling over each button and removing his belt and pants before climbing over to you. His cock finally free you take your first glance at it. 

You'd never entirely been sure how it was that the male appendage fit inside something as small as your pussy, and you were doubly unsure about how Spencer's was ever going to fit inside you. You stared at it wide eyed, as you took in the length, the girth, and the heat of it as he stroked it in one hands, pushing on top of you. 

He let go of it as soon as he was between your legs, letting it fall onto your stomach as he crawled between your legs. He trailed a finger over your lower abdomen just around where his cock was twitching against you as his other hand came up to stroke your hair. 

"You look worried, Y/N, what's wrong?" 

"Will it, um, will it fit?" You asked, knowing how cliché you sounded. 

"We've spent the last thirty-seven minutes loosening you up with foreplay. It should fit, but I can't promise it won't hurt."

"Right, if my hymen is still intact you have to…" 

"That's right. And then it's going to reach all the way in you to here," with each word, he stepped his fingers up from your clit to where the tip of his dick sat on your stomach, letting you come to terms with exactly how full you were about to be. 

"I'm going to fill you, and you're going to be mine, and I'm going to be yours. My sweet angel." He stroked your face, catching his thumb on your lips on the way down, tempted to thrust it into your mouth again, to see just how much of a whore you could be, given the chance. 

Instead, he lined himself up with your dripping core, and, making sure one last time that this is what you wanted, slowly pushed in. 

It was uncomfortable at first, having something so wholly alien inside of you, you weren't sure how to react. You wrapped your arms around him, digging your nails in, deep, as he pushed in further. 

"Y/N, I need to move more now, and it's going to hurt a little, you just have to trust me, okay?" He kissed the top of your head, but you were so lost in the sensations to answer. With one swift jerk of his hips, he pushed through your hymen, and fully sheathed himself inside of you. He pressed small kisses everywhere on your face, while whispering to you how beautiful you were. 

"You're doing so good for me angel, I'm going to take care of you. Going to make you feel so much better than this. You're so beautiful." His lips were distractingly sweet, as were his words, and soon you found yourself relaxing into him, the sharp pain of earlier fading to an electric buzz inside of you. 

You jerked your hips up to meet his, and with that, he knew you were ready. From his words, you'd assumed that he'd move slowly in you. But with one final lingering kiss to your lips, he lifted his chest up, pinned your legs tightly down, and started thrusting hard and fast. 

"Sorry, just couldn't help myself baby. Needed to see you looking ruined underneath me." Moans spilled out of your mouth with his every movement, and the orgasm you'd built up earlier hit you like a ton of bricks, blackness hazing over your eyes as they rolled back in your head. 

"Fuck, fuck, Spencer, don't stop!" You screamed at the top of your lungs, unable to control your pitch or volume as he slammed into you desperately. He was so turned on by the sight of you beneath him, so proud of having fucked away your virginity, to have given you your very first penetrative orgasm that he wouldn't have heard anything that came out of your mouth. 

His eyes were fixated at the place between you, where you joined, where he was entering you, defiling you, claiming you, using you, breeding you. 

He knew he wouldn't cum inside of you, not the first time, but it was tempting. Instead, he chose to move his lips back to your skin. He marked you with love bites and hickeys across your neck, chest and shoulders as you moaned with every roll of his hips, shuddering on his cock. He was close. And seeing you like this, displaying all the signs that you were his and his only, he finally lost it. 

Pulling his dick out of you, he stroked it through his release, spraying his seed over the parts of your skin he hadn't bruised with love. Your stomach, your breasts, hell, one spurt even landed dangerously close to your lips, he was everywhere. You. Were. His. 

He fell beside you, panting for a few moments as you finally cracked your eyes back open, realising what the two of you had just done. You wiped the cum from your face with a stray finger, staring at it for a second before licking it off your finger. 

"As hot as that was, I think we should get you cleaned up properly, angel." He spends forever cleaning you up, carrying you to the bathroom, washing your entire body with hot water and a fresh cloth, running you a hot bath to relax your muscles. You snuggle into his chest at some point in the bath, relaxing so much into him, that you drift off to sleep. 

You feel him carry you to bed, semi-conscious, tucking you in and climbing in next to you. He holds you through the night, the way he holds you after your bad cases. He holds you until he doesn't. 

You're blindsided by the cold bed the next morning. You knew he would be there, you'd felt him inside you and next to you, and you'd needed his warmth, but he was gone. You looked for him in every other part of your home, looked for a note or an explanation, but there wasn't one. 

Through tears, you got ready for work, ready to face him and make him answer why he was suddenly gone. You wanted him to apologise, especially since he'd marked you so badly the night before you looked like a car crash victim from the neck down. 

Dark lavender blossomed along your collar bones as you looked at yourself in the mirror, trailing a finger along every place that he touched the night before. 

"How could you be so stupid?" You cursed yourself. If you'd have listened to what he was saying last night, really listened, you'd have known he wasn't going to be here in the morning. He wanted to ruin you, to possess you, to take away your virginity, and he'd done just that. 

You almost wanted to keep the bruises on display going into work, to make him confront the pain he caused you by leaving. In the end, it was the inevitable stares from everyone else that convinced you otherwise. You wouldn't give him the satisfaction. 

You pushed through the doors to the bullpen and didn't bother putting your bag down before you started scanning the room for him. 

"Where's Spencer?" You practically shouted the words at Morgan, unable to hold back your anger. 

"Y/N, what's wrong?" 

"Where is he?" You demand, and there must be something in your eyes that speaks to your devastation because Morgan shuts up and just points to the top of the stairs, where Spencer is exiting Hotch's office without a care in the world. 

You don't realise that something is tears until you're beating a hand against his chest in frustration as they spill down your face. 

"Where were you?" You demand, sobbing into his chest, as he pulls your hands away. The entire office is watching your commotion, but you don't care, you're not letting him move you out of the way. 

"Y/N, I need you to sign this." His voice is calm, and you hate him for that. That he can stay so neutral when he's just broken your heart. 

"No, not until you tell me why you left." 

"Sign the papers, Y/N, trust me." He pulls your chin up so you can look him in the eye, and you catch a glimpse of the man who has been holding you, comforting you for the last four months. You snatch the pen from him and sign the papers, thrusting them back at him with a scowl. 

He smiles as he looks down at them, placing them back on his desk before pulling you in for a long, deep kiss. You're shocked at first, but you melt into it, pulling him closer so he can't leave again. 

"I'm sorry. I had to come into the office to declare our relationship, Morgan sometimes tells me I have a one track mind, and when I woke up this morning, the one thing I wanted to do was get it in writing that you were mine." 

Your push the tears out of his face, and attempt to pull him down for another kiss. You don't get the chance, as the sound of several throats clearing around you burst your bubble. 

"Public space, no canoodling." Rossi shouts down at you from the balcony, a soft smirk on his face. 

Penelope runs in from her office, and stares wide-eyed at the lack of space between the two of you. "You! And you! Security cameras….. You!"

"Now, I'm sure there's a story here, but from the state of our little angel's neck here, I'm sure I don't want to hear it." Derek laughs, smacking Spencer on the back in praise as he walks up the stairs to the meeting room. 

You slap a hand over your neck, trying to pull the turtleneck further up to hide the mark you evidently missed. 

"She's my angel, now." Spencer calls up to him. "I have the paperwork to prove it."  

[marshvlovestv]

There are a lot of shows I've been thinking about rewatching lately and which I think would be interesting to dissect through the lens of neurodiversity - because while I myself am exactly as neurodivergent now as I was when I originally watched these shows, I'm still way more educated than I used to be, not only about my own disorders but ones I don't have, as well. Some shows on the list are:

Bones: One of my longest-running hyperfixations, as a cop show it was obviously very shitty about personality disorders and schizophrenia and the like. But dear god the neurodivergent energy in the main cast was impeccable and I don't think I appreciated that fully when I was into this show.

Scrubs: Did you know that the first time I learned about personality disorders as a concept was some guy on TV Tropes being like "Here's a list of the meanest characters in Scrubs and the personality disorders I think make them so terrible?" Awful way to learn about it, god. Now, with a more nuanced understanding of personality disorders I've come up with a hypothesis that JD himself might actually fit the criteria for a personality disorder - and one of the "scary ones" to boot. If I'm right about this, then Bill Lawrence might have actually created positive Cluster B representation by accident, and I really hope I'm right.

The Good Place: I need to reexamine this show's concept of mental illness and how it's tied to morality. Obviously, I related to Chidi and his anxiety from the beginning and as much as I love the show I was always a liiittle uncomfy with the implication that his mental illness made him a burden to others and therefore he went to Hell. Also, hot take, Eleanor is definitely not neurotypical either - her behavior is a trauma response as much as it is a "sociological phenomenon" or however the show wants to frame it.

The Middle: Thinking about Brick just makes me smile, man. It's obviously annoying that this clearly autistic-coded character isn't acknowledged as anything but "quirky," but Brick is just so happy and content with being different that I can ignore that. His parents want to "fix" him but come on guys, your boy is thriving.

Speechless: I actually rewatched the first two episodes of this one today. Obviously this show has its own important things to say about physical disability and that was undermined by framing Ray as the central character at first - it's better that it became more of an ensemble show with JJ more centered. There is definitely something to be said, though, about the fact that Ray is definitely not neurotypical, being a highly anxious person who requires a stability that his family can't provide, and that because his special needs are less visible than JJ's, they aren't being addressed adequately. Of course, Ray being neurodivergent was not the intention of the showrunners and stuff like competing needs and intersectionality would have been too much for a sitcom to take on - it had to focus on being the funniest fucking show I've ever seen oh my god it makes me laugh so hard that's the main reason I wanted to rewatch it. But I can imagine a version of the show that tackled those issues and I like how it looks.

[lyra-brie]

Any fellow ADHDers have a wip/project where all their current hyperfixations get dumped? That's kinda what my academic rivals wip is for me rn.

Nixie's name was stolen from one of the h2o shows and all the mermaid stuff I have yet to mention came from my hyperfixation on them.

Aerin takes a lot of inspiration from JJ from outer banks because I was obsessed with him when the beginning stages of Aerin's development started.

And Nixie's very complicated family that I can't explain much about yet takes a lot of inspiration from Red and Elizabeth on Blacklist because I went absolutely insane over that show for like a month and absolutely had to write hella complicated family dynamics involving criminal activity (no spoilers though because I haven't finished s10 yet due to the hyperfixation wearing off)

[screamforyani]

lmao what did it for you for rafe what was the last straw

so here’s the story that you did not ask for! I started obx like last year but lost interest after john b and sarah hooked up at the bell tower or something but i’m currently hyperfixating on ethan landry, and a lot of ethan writers also like rafe. so I was like hm. I never liked this dude but i’ll pick up the show again and try to get the hype! and then immediately after he shot peterkin and I was like okay nvm I am never going to like him

like it was an instant turn off and I wasn’t even turned on to begin with. I can’t forgive that like the whole cameron family will crumble save for the sisters. idgaf if I like serial killers

so yeah i’m team pogue and I love jj’s crazy ass

[duskwingmoth]

notes and highlights from reading my discord message history (2016):

girl u used to be so sillay. I should get silly with it sometimes

2016 me was a little confused but was also so fucking right about lars steven universe

ough. Failure to recognize imminent trump presidency. You stupid fucking liberal ffs

do u rember enjoying overwatch. I rember...

Liveblogging the sonic 2016 stream like "this new charmy bee album is bussin"

"I just saw the quintessential torb potg"

"beginning with him dying"

hanging on his corpse for the full respawn timer"

"while his turret did the hard work"

"predictably nowhere onscreen"

I was the first drop dash hater. If there are no more drop dash haters i am dead

attempting to read through this sexting now KNOWING FOR SURE i was absolutely faking it is. cringe

S. Skoop. I forgot that i called skype "skoop" (and that there was a brief period where i had it on my phone while discord was on my pc)

Talking about multiple story/game concepts i have since abandoned. Death

Doesn't matter if it's 2013, 2016, or 2024; somebody somewhere is complaining about JJ Abrams. It is probably me

There was a dang stevenbomb when these messages start and tbh I was right on the money abt steven universe in general. More ppl should have listened to me instead

huniepop lmao

I was still in iPhone Hell

Making comments to friends about things i refuse to share or elaborate on. I have learned nothing

playing ALL the hits tbh we even got Complain About Family in here

Scoutposting but it's overwatch

"defense shouldn't have left the point undefended"

Bitch shut UP about Pokémon

Oh my GOD just Shut Up About Video Games in general

The Sword Art Online hater has logged on

All these tumblr links that don't work anymore. Sad

How did i make it to 22 without realizing i was experiencing caffeine withdrawal

Yes yes past robin you've got nintendo diagnosed as fuck can you not sound rude and elitist and also cryptoracist about it

(three hours worth of messages just ranting about nintendo jfc. 2009 youtube would have loved me)

The Traumadumping,

Watch watch. You can see the exact moment steven universe rips her heart in half

Reading through basically all the previous things in varying order. Knowing what's coming up.

The moment

Oh no... The Federation Force announcement. The five stages of grief logged in real time

girl your dick was not out for harambe you did not even know what that meant

Hare-brained game concepts part 3027498: radio station with hundreds of hours of recorded dj voice lines

360 controller sucks send post

It is so easy to tell what youtube poop i was hyperfixated on at any given point

girl u really went looking for and personally banned specific slurs in your twitch chat and proceeded to NEVER STREAM. Self-harm champion. Self-harm's strongest warrior

Oh my god. The inception of steam user gofasthog was on my birthday

Is sent jerma rumble live-action with no prior knowledge or context. Complains

Affirming my girlfriend's life choices and gender. Rare pre-crack based moment

Not long now

The PSVita Chronicles. Very short-lived

"Why is twitter orange" wtf are you on about

September 26th, 2016; 09:00 AM PDT:

There really is like. A shift in my tone after this. Immediately so much performative anger is just gone

"I'm trying not to think about it tbh" no you should be thinking about it more. More please for your health pLEASE think of the hips you are going to lose your chance

Lesbian Gay Bacon Tomato Quiche Ice Arson. I cracked the code

Impostor syndrome. Envy. Jealousy. Girlthing you need to chill

Posting through having my shoes disintegrate instead of asking for a new pair. Lol. Lmao even

Finally watched the jerma rumble series and enjoyed myself. The redemption arc we all deserved and didn't know we needed

Utterly failing to code basic game functions. I needed my girlf frend to help me she is so smart and cute and lovely

the wii u woes

And the switch jokes. They're bad! They're very bad

I had played the paladins beta. You can tell because i complained about torbjörn overwatch again

Civ VI release date, or: how i learned that having good CPU was actually really important

Also the day i committed to my new name

More coding failure

Mere hours before the election polls are called it dawns on us both that we really are going to get a trump presidency and i weep with despair while trying to convince us both that the worst won't happen

(It didn't. We are alive and together)

You can see me desperately struggling with the growing reality that i am not as politically reasonable as i consider myself

A dark pall over the holidays. I won't elaborate. I don’t think it's necessary

[exlibrisfangirl]

Season 1 Episode 4: “Plain Sight”

Episode Highlights:

Reid begrudgingly tolerating his 24th birthday "party" 😂

Reid having random 17th century ballads (not poems... BALLADS) memorized and knowing all kinds of things about Renaissance literature 😍

Elle pulling the victim aside and taking her somewhere quiet because "she's surrounded by men"

Actually, I'm appreciating Elle more in general this time around than I did the first time I watched the show, I think.

I had forgotten about the whole Spence-and-JJ thing. I know that in the final season of the show, she confesses to him that she has always loved him (like I said, I haven't watched S13-15, but I am aware of most of the major plot points); however, I had actually forgotten that the writers really pushed the potential for a romantic thing between them in the beginning. I'm glad it didn't pan out, though. As much as I love both characters and their dynamic, they just don't work romantically for me. I guess I think it would always feel to me like JJ was... mothering... Reid? Which, I mean, yeah, okay, sure... Mommy Issues and all that... but sorry, they just don't do it for me as a romantic ship.

Favorite Quote(s):

Spencer Reid: Do you think it's weird that I knew that ballad?

Elle Greenaway: Reid, I don't know how you know half the stuff you know, but I'm glad you do.

Reid: *playing with Rubik's Cube* Do you think that's why I can't get a date?

Elle: Have you ever asked anyone?

Reid: No?

Elle: That's why you can't get a date.

(My boy! My baby boy! I love how Elle validates him and tells him that he is valuable for who he is - an autistic genius with an eidetic memory and a penchant for academic hyperfixations and special interests - all of which makes him integral to the team. THEN she gently points out what he needs to do - actually ask someone out - to get what he wants - a date.)

Rating: 7/10

[oficmag]

Contributor Spotlight: JJ

Now that Issue #1 is live, we at OFIC Mag are excited to shine a light on some of the amazing contributors from our inaugural issue. We hope you all love them as much as we do!

Today’s spotlight is on JJ | @JJLinwood and @trickybonmot, who wrote “The Attended” for Issue #1.

Tell us a bit about yourself!

I'm a mother of two and a slow but passionate fanfic reader and writer. I've had many a hyperfixation over the years, from spinning wool to baking macarons. I'm currently really into photographing moss. I'm also finally getting into vidding, after years and years of listening to songs on repeat and thinking "Who can I get to make a vid of this???"

How did you find fandom?

My first brush with fandom was the snailmail newsletter for Queen's Own, the Mercedes Lackey fan club. I definitely had my own self-insert character and privately wrote fic about her being lifebonded—I mean, soulmates—with angsty side characters, without mailing in a release form, which I felt very guilty about. Once the internet came along I fell into fannish things so gradually that I really don't remember how it happened. Usenet and Livejournal were involved.

What fandom are you in now and what brought you here?

I'm STILL deep in Modao Zushi aka MDZS aka The Untamed aka CQL fandom. I was brought here by...a tumblr gifset! I could probably dig up the exact one. It hit me like a lightning strike. I mainlined the series as fast as I could and never looked back.

What’s your favorite book of all time and what do you love about it?

I'm so excited to tell you that my favorite book is The Other Wind by Ursula K. Le Guin. I love it because it is so gentle, a story of monumental events told through the most humane, compassionate lens. The conflicts are so delicately wrought, the characters so carefully chosen. There's no violence in it, not one fist or sword or even really a spell, although it concerns magic deeply. Not to mention that the prose is absolutely pure, and the landscape is so beautiful and familiar to the heart. The epigraph is a poem that belongs to the book's world, and it makes me cry all by itself. This book sent me on a journey of reading Le Guin's early works, and it's an absolute delight to see how her approach changed over time, the things she got good at, the things she came to believe were important. 

What projects are you working on right now?

I'm working on a fantasy novel that has been with me for a long time, about two boys who discover they can do magic together and how they change each other's lives (spoiler: they're in love). Also, a fanfic inspired by “Papa Don't Preach,” some simmering ofic short stories, and did I mention I'm learning to vid??

What are your aspirations as a writer, big picture or small?

I want to express myself honestly, and I want to have my stuff out there being read by the people who need it in that moment. I think that's the best I could ask for.

If you could give one piece of advice to beginning writers, what would you tell them?

I sort of still feel like I am one, even though I've been at it for a while! I learned a lot about writing from knitting. I learned that as long as you keep going little by little, it will get done. If you don't, it won't. And mistakes are part of the process.

THANK YOU FOR BEING A PART OF THE OFIC FAMILY, JJ! WE’RE SO THRILLED TO SHARE YOUR WORK WITH THE WORLD.

[zerogender-onlyswag]

VIktor Nikiforov Has ADHD

2 people told me to post this and like 6 people liked it on my last post about this so here we go

Here's why I think Viktor Nikiforov in Yuri On Ice has ADHD

Impulsivity:

Viktor seems to have a high level of impulsiveness, a common symptom of ADHD, as we struggle with impulse control. Viktor flies to Japan to be the coach for a man who asked him while drunk and then never spoke to him again. This also seems to be a common behavior for him based on the way that Yakov reacts to him leaving. Some of the inappropriate questions he asks Yuuri also seem to be centered around this impulsivity as he seems to just sort of blurt out the things he's thinking rather than taking the time to consider his words.

Memory Issues and Interest Based Memory

When Yurio arrives in Japan and confronts Viktor about promising to create a program for his senior debut, Viktor has apparently forgotten all about this. It seems like a genuine memory slip. Forgetfulness is another common symptom of ADHD and one Viktor seems to struggle with.

It's also been stated by the creators that the reason Viktor "doesn't know who JJ is" is because he doesn't find him interesting. People with ADHD have interest based memory and focus: If we don't find something interesting, we won't pay it any attention at all. This leads well into my next consideration:

Interest and Novelity

Viktor's primary appeal as a skater has always relied on his ability to surprise his audience. This is something that at the beginning of the show he seems to have lost the ability to do. I personally think that VIktor's interest in skating has been a long-term hyperfixation that remained novel and interesting for so long because he continuously made it different each time. Every program he did was a creation that was something different each time. When he started to lose that ability skating started to become uninteresting because it was no longer novel, and ADHD brains rely on the new and different to keep them interested...

Hyperfixation and Losing Interest Grief

Viktor has been stated to have been depressed at the beginning on the series, and part of what seems to have him feeling that way is losing his interest in skating. ADHD hyperfixations are the result of us looking for ways to supplement the lack of dopamine our brains naturally produce, as compared to neurotypicals. If the thing we're interested in no longer produces dopamine, we loose interest and also are getting fewer happy chemicals to the brain. This could lead us to become depressed if we don't supplement it with something else, almost like grieving the lost interest.

Viktor also seems to be drinking a lot during the show, especially at the beginning. A lot of ADHDers turn to substances, such as drugs and alcohol, when we're not getting the dopamine we need from hyperfixations or medications.

Yuuri reignites his interest in skating, as he's no longer doing it for the same reasons he was before

External Validation and Rejection Sensitivity Dysphoria(RSD)

Viktor's need to "surprise the audience", in addition to making skating novel and interesting each time, also seems to be a form of external validation/motivation. ADHDers don't have an internal voice that keeps us motivated in the same way that NTs do, we rely on accountability from others to keep us doing the task we're supposed to be doing.

RSD is a severe reaction to rejection, percieved rejection or fear of rejection associated with ADHD. While it's not an official symptom in the DSM 5, it is recognized as a type of emotional disregulation and is considered to be a part of that. Viktor displays this symptom on a couple occasions: the first I think being when Yuuri doesn't want to sleep with him, and he goes to his room and cries silently to himself; When Yuuri declares pork cutlet bowl to be his eros, Viktor drinks heavily, implying this hurt his feelings, despite Yuuri not directly intending it to, and finally, when Yuuri says he doesn't want Viktor to coach him anymore, this is the only time we REALLY see Viktor cry.

More:

At one point Viktor interrupts Yuuri's interview to declare that he "wants to get food instead, this is boring"

Viktor isn't particular considerate of other's feelings, steamrollering over Yurio, not really knowing what to do with Yuuri's strong emotions.

Viktor seems to channel most of his emotions into his skating. While not symptomatic of ADHD, anecdotally and personally, creative outlets, particularly highly physical ones, tend to be attractive to ADHDers.

Viktor's public persona is more reserved while his actual personality seems to be extremely goofy. Some people with ADHD learn to regulate in public/certain situations similar to masking in autistics.

Anyway, this is just my personal headcanons on the topic! Thanks for reading <3

[vhsrights]

i read your adhd jj fic and aa it makes me very happy to know other people have that hc too!! do you have any specific hcs about it? (plus emily or elle, either way) :)

hey! i definitely have a lot of thoughts about adhd JJ and i’d love to talk more about her. I’m so glad that you loved “A Race To The Shower” because it was one of my favorite OSs to write. JJ definitely has Emily keep lists for her and them so that they don’t forget things.

hc below the cut :)

Okay, so I wanna talk about JJ’s hyperfixations. One of them that I believe many of us agree on is butterflies. They were anchors for her throughout her life and helped her feel connected to Ros. However, I feel like she also has other hyperfixations that are more fluid than butterflies. Sometimes it’s sports, and when they’re out of season, she shifts to other things. I see one of her hyperfixations being cars (something that she would definitely rope Tara into talking to her about). But Emily loves to listen JJ talk about her hyperfixations and is always there to kind of help JJ incorporate the interest a little more into her life. For example, a little car statue here, a few books and guides on refurbishing cars there. But, most importantly, they have IU day. (no, not the university) It is “Interest Update Day” that happens ideally every month, but also whenever JJ declares that she would like to set one. So basically what the premise is, is that they sit down after lunch and spend the rest of the day kind of going over where JJ is on her special interests/hyperfixations. JJ will let Emily know what she is slipping out of being interested in and what her mind is turning to. Then they spend the rest of the day with JJ just talking about what she loves about her new interest with Emily listening and coming up with ways that they can incorporate into their daily lives. She even once got a vintage car alarm clock because JJ fell in love with that model and the way that the alarm rang the car’s horn in the morning. (Emily may have initially thought the alarm was a little childish, but seeing the pure infatuation and love for it in JJ’s eyes made that belief seem miniscule.) She grew to love it too, and when JJ slipped out of her car hyperfixation, she neatly tucked it away into JJ’s nightstand so that her girlfriend could access it whenever she wanted to look at or use again.  Interest Update Day is a day that both of them looked forward too because it was a day where JJ could talk unabashedly about whatever her heart desired, knowing that she would have Emily’s full attention. Emily just loved to listen to the stories and facts and see the way that it made JJ so happy. Everyone in the BAU also came to eventually learn about IU day. Penelope and Morgan would remind JJ to maybe think about calling for one if they noticed her interests flipping. They would buy and reccomend her products that go along with her interests. She and Reid had lengthy conversations where he told her technical things about whatever topic she brought to him. Hotch was always there to silently gauge and tip off Emily whenever he saw JJ begin to turn to a new interest. Rossi was just there to encourage and support her. Sooo, yeah. IU day. :)

taglist: @jelle-jareau @coramvobis @robbinsjareau  @spencers-renaissance  @altsvu @bridget19 @unitchiefs-blackbirdphoenix @ssa-jareaus @emilyprentissfangirl  @jay-writes-jemily @ssakayprentish69 @scandinavian-punk @morganspenelope @tenemily  @prentissology @dragisthegame @nocreditinthestraightworld

[ambivalent-mess]

hey i love your adhd!jj headcanons could you maybe do like what each member of the bau does to help jj ? 💕

Okay yes because I feel like the team treats JJ as a little sister so here we go – This will be part one someone let me know if I should do more members. 

Emily

Emily is constantly there for JJ whenever JJ gets overwhelmed.

Sometimes on a bad brain day JJ just needs to lay down and Emily lets JJ trace her facial features.

Emily also does the small things and like lays her hand out in front of JJ so she can play with Emily’s fingers.

Elle

I think Elle would act pretty similar to Emily, but slightly different

Elle would let JJ braid her hair during conferences or lets JJ play with her rings

She is very calm when she speaks to JJ when JJ needs that. JJ finds her voice very soothing. If JJ gets overwhelmed, Elle will talk to her softly in Spanish or will sing softly to her.

Penelope

Penelope definitely buys JJ a new fidget every other week. And she also always keeps one on her because she knows that JJ will forget it.

I think she also does some research on new ideas for JJ to try when overwhelmed or is really needing to focus.

She buys JJ a desk organizer bc her office is SUCH a mess and even though JJ doesn’t use it to organize her desk, she is grateful, nevertheless.

Hotch

JJ is Hotch’s little sister. Just feel like I needed to say that first.

They have an agreement that whenever JJ is having a bad day from the beginning, she’d tell him and she would be able to stay home.

Hotch always lets JJ talk about her hyperfixations to him and she always stops in the middle of what she’s saying and is like “I’m sorry” and he automatically is like “No! Tell me more!” and then asks a question about it and it always gets JJ really excited.

[capsironunderoos]

I Know

JJ Maybank x Reader

Summary: The reader is there to witness JJ’s hot tub scene.

Word Count: 2.9k

Author’s Note: Yay! A new hyperfixation! I absolutely adore JJ, and I knew I had to write something for him as soon as I finished Outer Banks. So, here it is! I plan to write more for this sweet boy, but if you want to see something specific, don’t hesitate to ask! I hope you enjoy!

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You hum quietly from your spot on the couch that rests on the Chateau’s screened porch. 

It had been a relatively warm day, nothing special, which was saying a lot. 

The past few days had been non-stop, swimming in the marsh, driving the HMS Pogue, looking for lost gold, and stealing drones, not to mention stealing money from a local drug-dealer. 

You shift in your spot, sinking further into the couch, your head coming to rest on the back of it as your legs sway swiftly back and forth, the sound of sand dragging under them and against the wood beginning to lull you to sleep. 

You couldn’t remember the last time you’d slept more than three hours, and this week had been no exception. 

This rare moment of silence, and finally being alone, had caught you off guard at first, and you were almost unsure of how to react to it, searching the Chateau and the yard around it for any of the Pogues to help you waste time. 

When you found none, you’d shrugged it off and made your way to the couch, where you were currently slipping into a welcomed afternoon nap. 

Just as your breathing begins to even out, and the sound of the water spilling by has drowned into nothing, a loud beeping jolts you up and into a seated position, hands grasping the fabric of the couch as you frantically look around to place the sound to its maker. 

A large truck is backing into the yard, red lights glowing as it brakes every few seconds. 

A man wearing a shirt for a local pool store is directing the driver, and beside him, JJ stands, hands on his hips, offering directions when needed. 

You furrow your eyebrows, unsure of how to handle the situation you’ve currently found yourself in. 

You know for a fact JJ doesn’t know you’re here, much less watching him unload a huge hot tub under the tree in the backyard. 

You stand to your feet, walking over to the window in front of you to try and hear snippets of conversation. 

Once the hot tub is settled in a spot JJ deems as perfect, he shakes the hands of both the men, thanking them before they climb into the cab of the truck and disappear back down the road. 

You shift your weight, watching JJ carefully as he stands and admires his purchase. 

Deciding to finally try and get to the bottom of the mysterious hot tub situation, you quietly leave the porch, although the sound of the second step from the bottom creaking when you set your weight on it gives away your position. 

JJ’s head whips in your direction, guard up and sneer evident on his face. 

You raise your hands in surrender, eyes going wide at the bruise and cut flowering on his cheek. 

His defensive state falters when he sees it’s you, and you slowly walk over to him, approaching him like a wild animal that is moments away from attacking. He watches your every move, a simple smile eventually fighting its way onto his lips. 

“I got us a hot tub!” 

He yells, trying to sound triumphant, but you pick up on the waiver in his voice, the uncertainty, the need for approval. 

“J…” You start, voice falling away when you get closer and see the extent of the cut on his face. 

Your hand lifts, aiming to cup his jaw and offer comfort, but before it reaches its intended target, JJ jerks away from you, intent on being out of your line of vision. 

“Stay away from me,” he growls, and your mind drifts back to the idea of a wild animal, hurt and refusing help, when it is right in front of them, and all they would have to do is ask, or accept. 

Your hands fall to your sides, gripping the hem of your shorts to keep yourself grounded. 

He is angry, but you know not with you, so you have to work to keep from snapping at him, for yelling at him for not accepting your help. 

“Will you at least tell me what happened?” 

You whisper, hands still kneading the hem of your shorts. He twists further away from you, and you accept that as a no. 

“Don’t get near me, right now, okay?” 

He grumbles through gritted teeth, and you nod, backing up. 

He walks over to a collection of plastic bags you hadn’t noticed before, bending down to begin emptying them of their contents. 

You glance behind you, eyes landing on a stray lawn chair before you move to pull it into the yard. You set it up, sitting down into it far enough away to keep JJ content but close enough to keep him in your sights. 

You watch for the next few hours as he works to weave hundreds of colored and white christmas lights through the trees around the hot tub. You aren’t sure how John B will react to JJ using up so much power, and you secretly hope you aren’t here to see them argue yet again. 

JJ had been on edge the past few days, the final straw being pulled over and almost robbed by Barry. 

When he had walked out of the trailer, bag of money in hand, your heart had stopped. 

You’d never seen him so angry as he pushed John B against the side of the van, hands shaking as his body worked to find ways to release days, weeks, months, maybe even years of aggression. 

He had yelled about wanting to protect the pogues, and when his eyes caught yours his rage had faltered, his shoulders drooping before he literally shook himself out of your gaze and stomped away. 

You hadn’t seen him since then, but here he was now, testing the jets in the hot tub as he blew up small inflatables and placed champagne flutes in them, complete with the fanciest bottle of champagne you’d probably ever seen. 

You shift in the lawn chair, the fabric creaking in protest and age. 

The sun had begun to set, and you watched as JJ finally climbed into the hot tub, content with his work as he settled down into the water. 

He wore a new pair of sunglasses now, smiling to himself, proud of what he’d accomplished. 

You had an idea of how he’d managed to purchase not only the hot tub, but all of the accessories and extras, but you didn’t dwell on it, not wanting to to be true, for his sake, for the sake of the pogues, for the sake of everything they’d done in the past few days. 

He slowly removed his shirt, now wet, and slung it over the side of the hot tub, hearing it land against the ground with a soft thud. 

You didn’t know if you should call Kie, or Pope, or maybe John B, although no one really knew where he was. 

So, you sat and watched, keeping your distance as JJ drank, eventually abandoning the small glasses to drink straight from the bottle. 

When he finally began talking to you, his speech was slurred, and different, instead of strong and proud, his voice came out small now, almost as if he were wary it wouldn’t work when he spoke. 

“Can you just go away?” 

He mumbled, and you stood up, moving closer in order to hear him better, stopping when you reach the bottom step of the hot tub. 

“Can you just come inside and tell me what happened? This isn’t like you J.” 

You plead, and he scoffs, shifting further into the water. 

You watch him warily, unsure of what this state of mind would urge him to do. 

“How- how would you know what’s like me?” 

He asks, eyebrows furrowing over the tops of his glasses. 

“JJ you’re my best friend, of course I know what’s like you,” you retort, placing a hand on your hip. 

He watches you before smiling and shaking his head. 

“No, you don’t. None of you do.” 

You hear footsteps behind you then, and you glance over your shoulder to see Kie and Pope walking up. 

Kie looks as if someone has personally shattered her heart into pieces, and Pope looks like he’s seen a ghost. 

You look back to JJ as Pope speaks. 

“What-” he sounds breathless, unbelieving of what he’s seeing, “did you do, JJ?” 

JJ moves his glasses to the tip of his nose, a smile working it’s way onto his lips as he lifts the champagne bottle in his right hand and gestures to the water. 

“I’ve got a jet going straight in my butt right now!” 

He exclaims, giggling, working to get a different reaction from his friends in front of him. 

No one moves, Kie and Pope still speechless as you shift your weight from one foot to the other, eventually moving from the bottom step of the hot tub to the top. 

JJ reaches for two floating glasses, filling them with champagne. 

“You have to get in immediately, okay?” 

You notice the difference in tone now, as opposed to your short conversation moments earlier. 

This JJ is putting on a show, trying to assure Kie and Pope that he is okay, that they are, and will be okay, and that what he has done is good. 

But your JJ, from earlier, was different, angry, asking questions that you were unsure you held the answers to. 

“Salud!” he cheers, lifting the bottle to his lips and one of the now full glasses in your direction. 

“How much did this cost?” 

You hear Pope ask behind you, his feet shuffling on the grass as he steps closer. 

You glance over your shoulder at him, and you know he has already answered his own question. 

“Uhhh…” you hear from JJ, and you turn back to him, arms crossed over your chest as you prepare to hear him confirm your suspicions. 

You didn’t know much about his dad, but you knew neither of them had enough money to spend on a hot tub. 

“Well,” his hands flit around as if he’s doing the calculations as he speaks. 

“With the generator, the petrol, oh! And express delivery, hmm…” 

His lips puff out as he finalizes his thoughts. 

“Yeah, pretty much all of it.” 

You feel the weight of the world crash around you, almost hearing it land on you, Kie, and Pope’s shoulders. 

Your arms fall beside you. 

“All of it?” Pope asks, and JJ nods. 

“Yeah, all of it!” 

You squeeze the bridge of your nose, eyes shut tight as you try and fight the oncoming stress headache. 

“You spent all the money in one day?” 

Pope asks again, and you want to yell at him for asking so many questions. 

“Yes! Burned a hole right through my pocket,” JJ answers, left hand swimming in front of him, “but you guys, c’mon I mean,” he gestures to the water. 

“Look at this! Finest jet-based therapy, that’s what they told me,” he mumbles on, words slurring together as he tries to reason his purchase to the three of you. 

He’s quiet for a second, waiting on someone to give the slightest ounce of approval. 

Hearing nothing, he looks past you over the rim of his glasses, finding Kie. 

“Kie what?” 

You glance over your shoulder to look at her. 

She’s staring at him in disbelief, shoulders drooped, looking as if she has given up completely. 

“Can’t a man have a little luxury in life?” 

Hearing the rasp in his voice, you turn to JJ. 

He’s close to crying, you can tell. 

His actions are hurried and his voice is breaking, but he carries on, fighting past the urge to appear weak in front of his friends, in front of the people he needs to be strong for. 

He yanks his glasses off then. 

“What, all this scrimping and scraping? I mean uh,” his voice quivers and you step closer to the hot tub, hands coming to rest on the edge of it, fingertips being splashed with water as JJ moves around. 

“You only live once, guys, right?” 

He’s still seeking reassurance, understanding, and you want to give it to him now more than ever but you can't because you don’t understand, and nothing about this situation is reassuring to you. 

“Alright,” he starts again, voice void of the emotion it held so tenderly only moments earlier. 

“Enough with this emotional shit, get in the Cat’s Ass, c’mon.” 

He gestures and shifts, making room for his friends, but none of you move. 

The air is so tense you swear you could cut it with a knife. 

“The… what?” 

Kie questions, unsure of what she just heard leave JJ’s mouth. JJ leans back, proud now, chest puffed out. 

“The Cat’s Ass, that’s what I named her.” 

You sigh and your fingers find the bridge of your nose, pinching again but doing nothing to ward off the headache that has already settled in your temple. 

“Oh, hey yo! Almost forgot!” 

JJ exclaims suddenly, and his sudden movements to the other side of the hot tub cause water to splash up and onto your shorts. 

He clicks a button and the jets begin shooting water over the tub, and bright lights begin emanating from it. 

The three of you simply stand in awe, and not at the hot tub, but at the absolute disaster that has become JJ Maybank. 

“Yeah that’s right! Disco mode!” 

It’s the final straw for Pope, and you hear his feet shuffle as he comes to stand beside you on the ground, his head reaching where you shoulders are. 

“Are you kidding me? You could have paid for restitution!” 

“Or literally given it to any charity!” 

Kie follows, and JJ’s eyes flit between the pair before connecting with yours. 

You say nothing, not even sure you could find the right words. 

He turns away then, mimicking your earlier actions by pinching the bridge of his nose as he listens to Pope continue. 

“Or better yet, helped us buy supplies to finish getting the gold from the well!” 

JJ jumps then, turning angrily to face the three of you. 

“Okay! Alright! But I didn’t do that!” 

As he finishes his sentence, he stands, and large purple bruises marring his torso come into view. 

The sight of them makes your stomach flip, and tears instantly spring to your eyes. You step back, almost falling off of the step, but catching yourself by grabbing the edge of the hot tub. 

Your left hand anchors you there, but your right moves up to cover the shock on your face, and you feel warm tears landing against your fingers. 

JJ is beginning to cry now too. 

“I got a hot tub. For my friends.” 

You don’t have to look at Kie and Pope to know they are just as shocked as you are. 

Who had done this to him? Why hadn’t he said something earlier? 

You could have helped, or taken him somewhere, or done literally any and everything to help him. 

“You know what, you know what? No! Screw friends! I got a hot tub for my family!” 

“JJ what the hell?” 

Kie asks, and you watch as he gestures around the hot tub. 

“Look at this! Look at this!” 

“JJ…” She pleads and it only makes him more upset. 

“No will you stop being emotional? It’s fine, okay?” 

He inhales a shaky breath and you have to bite down on your hand to stop from sobbing. 

“I mean it’s sweet right… every… everything…” 

He trails off and you don’t waste anymore time before climbing into the water, not caring about getting wet as you reach for him. 

He stands there, tears flowing freely now, as his head connects with your shoulder, your arms coming up to rest around his neck as you try to pull him as far into you as you possibly can. 

“I was gonna do it,” he whimpers, his head falling onto your chest as his arms finally wrap around your middle, pulling you into him. 

He’s dropped the champagne bottle, and he shakes as he cries, you moving with him as he finally lets out what seems like ages worth of emotions and held-back fear. 

“I can’t take him anymore!” 

He cries out and suddenly everything comes crashing onto your shoulders. 

Nights spent at John B’s or yours when his excuse was simply not wanting to go home, days where he’d show up on the HMS Pogue and refuse to take off his shirt. Not showing up for weeks at a time, and when he finally did, a new scar would be seen blooming on his cheek. 

His father had been doing all of this to him. 

How had you not realized sooner? 

“I was gonna kill him,” he whimpers, and his voice is so small, so quiet, that it breaks you, and you begin to sink down into the water before you feel two sets of arms wrap around the both of you. 

Kie and Pope have followed your lead and stepped into the pool with you, wrapping you and JJ into their arms as all of you cry together. 

No one talks, everyone just listens, to JJ, to the water in the hot tub moving around you. 

“I just wanted to do the right thing,” he explains, and you pull him closer into you. 

You place your lips against the crown of his head and whisper.

“I know J, I know.”

[sasarahsunshine]

3, 9, 28, and 29?

3) Favorite team

Hotch, Reid, Morgan, Emily, JJ, Rossi, Garcia (I call them the "Main Seven" lol)

9) Why did you start watching Criminal Minds?

Okay, so last December (2020) I was quarantined at home for two weeks after a co-worker was confirmed to have COVID (after they worked 3 shifts with me, of course. Don't worry, I didn't catch it). We moved my computer from the living room to my bedroom so I could watch Netflix and play Minecraft and stuff (my roommate has a compromised immune system so we took me quarantining to my room seriously lol).

I always loved True Crime shows. I've seen probably 90% of Law and Order: SVU, and I had recently finished watching up to season 13 of NCIS. Another friend of mine suggested Criminal Minds, so I decided to just put it on in the background while I played Minecraft.

Little did I know this would become my new hyperfixation— LMAO.

28) Worst trope in the fandom’s writing (in your opinion)

Oh boy, um... Professor/student, probably. I don't have anything against it, really, but I see a lot of it (especially with Spencer), and I never cared for this trope, to begin with. Also Dom!Reid, but that's not a trope, lol.

29) Best trope in the fandom’s writing (in your opinion)

Gosh, what's that trope called when one person declares their love for the other in a time of extreme peril? Or when they think the other may die? Because Criminal Minds is so full of good whumpy material and "oh no he got shot! Is he going to make it?" And I just love it so much. Or when one person is about to admit their undying love, but they get saved last minute so they shut their mouth and keep it a secret for a tiny bit longer? It's aggravating as all hell, but I LIVE FOR IT. Also whumping the hell out of everyone, in general, is like, my favorite thing.

Criminal Minds Asks

[confessionsfromtrash]

Vibes I get from the BAU babes by the end of s3:

Gideon: Dad #1

My actual father

I miss him

:c

Soft

Want hugs

Morgan: Himbo

An absolute unit

Cares too much

Empath!!!!!

That's why he's the best at roleplaying

Himbo but with braincells

Temper issues when things involve: his BAU family(especially Reid and Garcia), women, children

Always yeeting himself @ the bad guy

Impulsive

Gentle giant

Reid: Pretty Boy

When will they stop torturing this poor man(yes I know it gets worse 🙃)

T r a u m a

Good bean

Soft

But also anger?

Wanna do a protec

It's only the end of S3 and he's been through so much

Yes I'm a simp jfc

H a n d s

Sweet tooth(he's always? Munching on candy/sweets??)

Garcia: Baby Girl

The love of my life

Is she in a relationship w everyone at the BAU(except the dads)? Probably

Also empath

Probably has sympathy pains

Feels emotions hard, should probably never be in the field ever for her sanity

Anxiety??

Uses humor & cute things to cope with all the bad stuff she sees on computer screen

Probably kinky

11/10 would let her crush me

JJ: Mom

Also feels emotions hard, should also probably not be in the field but is also a badass and can shoot a bitch if needed?

Will need lots of therapy after tho

Everyone's mom

Calm

So so so nice

11/10 would bear my soul to her

I've heard they ruin her character after she becomes a mom and I'm :c

I hope not I love her

Hotch: Dad #2

A bit unstable

Passionate

Would run himself into the ground helping people if he could

Probably uses work as a coping mechanism

A bit chaotic

Would absolutely commit murder for his BAU children and get away with it

Walking the thin line of being Dad vs being Daddy™

Prentiss: Chaotic

Is she? Chaotic lesbian?

Is she????

I love her

Sass

Would make Satan her bitch

Always ready to fight someone. Anyone. Everyone.

The realest bitch

Would actually tell you if the jeans are flattering(but then would help you find some that were if the answer was no)

Perpetually needs a vacation & tequila

Rossi: Dad #3

Grumpy old man sometimes

Mostly level headed

P chill

Soothing presence

Sometimes cocky/"alpha" man??

Has a hard time letting go

Takes loss/trauma of victims/survivors personally

Maybe has a small hero complex

I'm only in the beginning of s4 so pls be nice if you comment

Mostly posting this bc no one wants to listen to me ramble about the characters in a fit of hyperfixation & so I can look at it later

[mystic-scripture]

About wendy, I love emily/felicity so I'm instantly interested. And I'm actually bringing criminal minds right now, which is kind of funny. Anyway, how is her relationship with he rest of the team? Did anyone took her in as kind of a mentor or something? (I'm still feeling the reid/prentiss scenes from the storyline where he is arrested, so that's where the question is coming from)

Hi there!

First off thank  you so much for showing interest in my newest baby! My current hyperfixation right now is Criminal Minds (I’ve watched 4 seasons in two weeks lol, I’m now on season 5) and I was thinking to myself how similar Felicity’s character is to Garcia to begin with, and I really wanted to explore that. Thus Wendy was born! 

So as far as Dynamics go.... This is gonna be a long one....so I’ll put the read more below, but here’s the basic breakdown.

Penelope/Wendy= close family and best friends, they keep each other sane.

Emily/ Wendy = close work friends, and two ends of the scale, they balance each other out, as well as help each other reconcile with their job.

JJ/ Wendy = valued friend and handy dandy babysitter! Also a walking talking encyclopedia of child development and entertainment. 

Derek/ Wendy = Little sister, and the cousin of his work wife (b/c let’s be real, that’s is the garcia/morgan ship, platonic as hell, but married.) Someone who takes her at face value, and makes her feel less like a point dexter. 

Rossi/ Wendy = She’s a fan and a humanizing force to him, he is humbled and learns new things from her. 

Hotch/ Wendy = Teacher, mentor, friend. She helps him with Jack, and he helps her learn how to do her job to the best of her ability. 

Gideon/ Wendy = He’s a bit of a mentor, but she also respects his relationship with Reid. She learns what she can from him, but also tries to teach him knew things as well. 

Spencer/ Wendy = This is gonna be a freaking book below the cut...but they are precious beans that challenge each other socially and intellectually all the time, go through some mutual pining and share a lot with each other. He is probably the closest person to her outside of Penelope. 

I’m going to write this as seasons 1-5 ish since I don’t know how far I plan to go with her.

PenGwen (Garcia + Wendy (full name is Gwendolyn) cousins that are more like siblings, since Garcia was eighteen when her parents passed away she decided to let her aunt and uncle raise her cousin without having to worry about her, but they still kept in touch. Wendy is a bit of an old soul at times where Penelope clings to that youthful innocence, so it’s more of a younger sister caring for the older sister kind of relationship. They are each other’s rock and when there is a hard case, they usually go have a cuddle and drink some wine. Wendy is fiercely protective of Penelope and vice versa, they both know each other’s limits as well as their own, and this helps them work together without getting at each other’s throats. 

Gemily (Wendy + Prentiss) These two girls get alone really well, they tag team teasing Derek about how much of a player he is, as well as make bets every case to see if/ how many times he’ll get picked up. If Wendy sees that Emily is getting a too emotionally invested in something, she’s the one to kind of pull her back, in a way that’s different from Rossi’s fatherly tone. She helps to rationalize the raw emotion that Emily is known for. If she sees the other woman act a certain way towards an unsub, she’ll talk to her in the hotel or on the plane, trying to make sure she’s okay.

Geej (Wendy + JJ) Her, Penelope, and JJ are the team’s gossips and tightest knit group (I stan this girl power ot3) Wendy likes to try and level out JJ’s emotions by helping her to see the lines between her job and her duty as a mother. She helps to babysit Henry so that her and Will can have nights out without worry of having to profile a stranger, as well as constantly looks up different ideas on child rearing (something she and Spencer get into DEBATES about). Though she isn’t a Godparent, she treats Henry like family

Derendy (Wendy + Derek) She makes sure to stay away from Derek. She is nice to him, and she teases him without flirting. While he is a guiding force to her, he is also more informal since she’s Baby Girl’s family. There is an understood bond between her coworker and cousin that she doesn’t intrude on, and he respects when their relationship as well. They are kinda like brother and sister, where they tease each other about their social lives and such.

Gwavid ( Wendy + Rossi)  She has read everything he’s written and knows a lot about how he helped to form the BAU, she idolizes him, but also realizes that he represents a different time. When he beats himself up about it no longer being about the victims for him, and how it became more about himself, she reminds him of all the little things he does, and how personalized he makes it each time. She constantly cites him when he’s doubting himself, saying something along the lines of a ‘smart man once taught me...’ and so on. 

Gwaaron (Wendy + Hotch) Though she has read Rossi’s work, it’s really Hotch that she looks up to. He has a unique experience of being a prosecutor before being in the BAU that fascinates her, and she learns everything she can from him. She helps him get as much time with Jack before the WitPro arch as possible, knowing the importance of working a job like theirs and still being there for your children. Some nights she’ll stay late with him to help him finish reports faster, or learn more about the job. 

Gwideon (Wendy + Gideon) She holds back from him when she first joins the BAU, instantly clocking on to his bond with Spencer. She’ll linger to learn things, and try to teach him a few things (she is a huge supporter of learning being a constant in life) that he may not have thought about with the job. She tries really hard to get him to stay at the BAU, and to help him process his doubt, but eventually she understands, and ends up getting a smaller note from him along with Spencer’s. 

Spendy/ Dureid (Wendy and Spencer) Oh dear what can I say about these two. At first Wendy is terrified that he hates her and vice versa, but they soon grow close in their joined youth and intelligence. While she doesn’t have Doctorates like he does, she does have degrees in fields that differ form his. She is to Pop Culture as he is to Statistics, so she can usually provide the social background to his facts. While they are all profilers, Wendy is someone who prides herself in observational skills, and a desire to help. So she doesn’t let his torture and drug problem slip into the background (like for real, that deserves waaaay more attention than it got), and often took him to meetings. When he gets too invested in a case, she jumps right in their with him, emphatic that he is not alone. 

I just love them so much, and I want to babble about them more, but I don’t wanna give spoilers!! 

Thanks again for asking! 

Tagging: @kcnobls, @curious-kittens-ocs, @perfectlystiles, @raging-violets (want to be added? HMU!)

[grasslandgirl]

🍒🍓❣

JJ!!! 💖💖

First impression: shit it feels like it’s been forever since we met..... i’m pretty sure i followed you in the beginning of my av-craze and we ended up talking bc of that?? one of my first memories of u is the overwhelming amount i have for Hat Trick, though, which is still one of my favorite eldonado fics to DATE

Your nickname in my head: JJ :)) (or sometimes fox mulllddrrr when im looking at ur url lmao)

Closeness ratings [1-10]: 8? I’m bad at reaching out to people and keeping up with conversations and i feel like we haven’t talked in a while :( but you’re a dear friend and beloved mutual <3

Do I like you: of COURSE how could i not!! you’re so endlessly sweet and so talented and such a good writer and your blog makes me want to dive head first into an x files hyperfixation ksjfvbkfj

You are my: good friend and writing inspo and fellow southerner 😪

Ever had a crush on you: no 

mutuals send me an emoji!!