#i blame jj completely he is an ass

[nco05]

We are legit witnessing Rafe Cameron go from villain to neutral character? I cannot believe my eyes?

Drew is so good at micro-expressions. Fiona is lovely too!

Neither he nor Sofia are happy about the turtle murder Ruthie commited. Even though he said they deserved it, he barely makes it believable

[thornetabris]

everytime i read or hear someone say they hated TLJ because it took away the hopeful aspect of star wars I'm – I'm? Did we watch the same movie? It's there. The thing is that sometimes hope stumbles and fall. We get weary and sometimes fall down a rabbit hole and it seems that there's no way out – but there is. Hope always prevails. Hope and love and the will to do good by each other. It's all in the movie. Just... put your neurons to work and truly watch the narrative? It's all there. It's barely subtle. It's also the middle movie of a trilogy in which, narratively, is when characters are supposed to stumble a bit.

[sunshineandspencer]

Has to be a joke (Iridescent, Part 1)

A/N: I will be writing more based on these two (I'm currently writing a fic but wanted to put the ideas out) and wanted to show their first meeting :) I hope you enjoy <33 also this is set for postprison!spencer, except I'm too much of a wuss to go past season 10, so expect inaccuracies into how that all goes down.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!BAU!OC.

Summary: Spencer doesn't like the name of his new partner.

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: swearing, spencer is an ass™ (I have no idea I've never done this before sorry)

Parts: Pt2

Let me stress, this is not Maeve from the show, but my own Maeve just named the same to send Spencer into hell whenever he thinks about it.

In all the mind-fucking ways that the BAU have slowly tried to help her adjust - by that, her very first case was a misogynistic cannibal that seemed to like her a touch too much - this had to be the worst.

Granted, she is a pushover, and so she agreed to do this, so honestly she brought this upon herself.

Spencer Reid, the man she had been acting as a ‘replacement’ for while he was in prison, was finally coming back. Some might assume, ‘oh- this means you’re going back to cyber crimes right’. A fair enough assumption, and one she had made herself.

However, Emily, her Unit Chief, liked her work so much that she was asked to stay permanently. Of course, blaming the pushover-ness again, she agreed.

Now, not only did she find herself potentially becoming Spencer’s partner but she was tasked with cleaning his desk before he got back.

For the most part, they kept it clean in his absence, but an uptick in cases and zero free time meant that it became neglected. Everyone quickly agreed that the germophobic man would not like to come back from prison to a dusty desk. In comes his new partner, agreeing with a self-depreciative laugh as she stayed behind to dust off the desk and array of personal items.

Not that it’s wholly surprising that she was the one left behind. She is the newest member, had never met Spencer, and a massive sucker.

Just as they walked out JJ mentioned that he had an eidetic memory, so everything had to be put back perfectly or he’d notice. The last thing she wanted was her new partner, the sought after and beloved Doctor Reid, to hate her.

Quietly grumbling to herself as she dusted and set back the third Doctor Who figurine, very nearly done.

But she heard voices from beyond the bullpen and swore. Doing a final sweep with the microfiber cloth and then chucking it behind her onto her desk. Reaching out to spin a pen back into place and stepping back to stand beside her own desk, wondering if she looked as insane as she currently felt.

Thankfully it seemed like they’d had a good drive in, after all, he’s only coming in to get reinstated properly and then he has to take thirty days off. Emily’s rules to make sure that he gets to stay for good.

Nervously, she pulled on a bright smile, lacing her hands together painfully to stop herself from reaching for a handshake. Germaphobe, she reminded herself, don’t offer your fucking hand.

Spencer, as he walked over, must’ve either sensed the pure waves of anxiety crashing off of her, or just profiled his way to the conclusion that she was losing her mind, because he put on a soft and welcoming smile.

Right in character for the man Garcia had painted him out to be.

Once she realised he was waiting, so damn patiently for her to start talking, she blinked softly and seemed to restart with a friendly smile.

“Hi! I uhm.. I was your replacement while you were.. Gone. But they-- Emily, liked me and asked me to stay on as your new partner. I hope that’s alright, I’m still kind of new here.”

Oh thank God he seems like an absolute sweetheart right now, because she honestly couldn’t have been able to cope otherwise. She’s not good with confrontation or high emotions.

“That’s completely fine, as long as you don’t mind an ex-convict.”

This man, immediately, had a giggle bubbling up in her throat. A giggle. She’s a fucking grown woman.

So she stamps it down, to maintain her own image and save face in front of this downright gorgeous man.

“Of course not! I’ve read your work thousands of times, and everyone here has told me so much about you. A little jail time isn’t going to scare me off.”

Soft banter, she can do that, that’s something normal and socially inclined people do. Even with very attractive people that kind of look at them as if they clearly know how they turn people’s brains to mush. Like he’s doing right now.

Penelope and JJ had shown her so many photos of Spencer so that she’d know exactly who she’d be covering for - and then working with. And honestly, she’d been absolutely destroyed by him in sweater vests and looking like he doesn’t know how to use his own limbs. They’d described him as a ‘human bambi’, but clearly they still had rose tinted glasses on.

Because somewhere in the last decade they seemed to have missed the way their little sweater-vest-wearing boy completely grew into a man, and decided to use his Godhood to pick on his new partner.

When she finally stopped thinking about all the ways she was going to murder Garcia for not preparing her for this, she caught movement on his face. His eyebrow raising and the corner of his lips seemingly unable to decide whether or not he wants to smile.

“Wh- What? Sorry, I didn’t.. I didn’t catch that.”

He smiled, clearly fully aware of himself and how he’s destroying her ability to think, and she nervously returned it, wondering how hard she’d have to jump for the floor to crack open and let her drop.

“Your name, angel.”

Angel?! Oh, she’s fucked.

“N-Name? My name? Right, sorry. I’m Maeve Donnelly, but no one really-”

He visibly jolts, small but she’s hyper-aware of his every move right now, and that one certainly didn’t look positive. His eyes finally moved from her face to look up at Emily’s office, and she had to be careful to remind herself to breathe.

When he looks back, all signs of willing friendliness have gone, and suddenly she’s being scowled at, causing a lump to rise in her throat.

Confrontation is a bitch, especially when she doesn’t know what she’s done.

“Your name is Maeve Donnelly? Is this a joke?”

“I- no?” She was the one to flinch this time, by the sound of his voice and just how harshly it met her ribs clack against her lungs. “It’s- It’s my name, what’s wrong with my name?”

Tossing his bag onto his desk, he shoved past her to sit down, and she’s trying to piece together what had happened to make him react like this, completely unprompted. All she did was say her name, he’s the one that asked her to.

Still scowling at her as he starts packing away case files to work on at home, clearly not wanting to be around her anymore.

“What isn’t wrong with your name?! Honestly, if this is your idea of a joke, I don’t think we’ll be together for very long.”

Storming past her again, he starts the walk up to the chief’s office, and she’s slowly coming to terms with the fact that she might not actually have a job after today. Especially when he turned back one last time.

“And I know you touched my fucking desk, my stuff has been moved. Don’t fucking do that again.”

Just like that, as he stormed into Emily’s office and she stayed feeling small and entirely unwelcome by her new partner, she reminisced on the brief moment that she found him attractive and how she’ll never get to feel like that again. Considering he’s a massive arse who just judged her entirely by her name and refused to elaborate.

Damn, at the very least, she won’t have to deal with him for long if he gets his wish of getting her kicked off the BAU, maybe then she can finally go back to cyber crimes.

Want more?! Good!

[lowkeyrobin]

JJ MAYBANK ; i remember everything

summary ; after returning home, you & jj get in a fight after you try and ignore the presence of john b and sarah ; a part two to replacement

warnings ; language, physical fighting, 2nd person pov is omniscient and reveals that reader blames themselves / they're in the wrong

disclaimers ; never finished s3 bc it was so boring and idk what's going on w s4, so they're back home safe and without any gold I guess. the story will be that they're all waiting for court dates or smthn lol

track ; i remember everything, zach bryan & kacey musgraves

word count ; 1.6k

masterlist ; part one

You sit on the sand, the water creeping up on your sneakers as you're fully dressed and just out of school. You think in silence, your eyes glazed over as you stare out at the horizon. You'd texted your friends that you were coming down here. You had a rough day, you just needed some alone time for a while to sit with your thoughts.

You think back to your real friends, the ones who didn't like you just because you were a walking yes button.

You remember how Kie and Pope clearly wanted to talk to you, but JJ always needed to step up and be an ass. You wished you could've just tried to speak to them, you didn't realize that they'd be leaving for good, apparently.

It'd been four months, you'd become more worried than ever. Your texts and calls were always left sent and unanswered, any attempt of constact futile. Kie's and Pope's parents were obviously the most worried as their children had run off with no trace.

They'd interrogated you over and over to no avail, as you didn't know anything. They just kinda left without you.

You wished you would've just for a second believed that maybe John B and Sarah were okay, but no, you had to start a fight. It was your fault, who were you kidding?

You remember the beat-down basement couch at JJ's that you all lounged on the few times when his dad wasn't around. You remember the time when you sang love songs to JJ as practice while he'd tell you about how his mom ran off and pawned her ring.

You remember that last smile, he only smiled like that when he was drinking.

Every time you thought of him, though, you smelt CrazyArt crayons, the ones that didn't even draw, you saw the same brown carpet that needed replacing years ago. Vertical wood in the hallway to paint the walls, it was engraved in your mind. You remember the dead flowers resting over the sink in the little windowsill above it, having been dead for months at least. They were completely wilted, most of the petals having fallen off, the glass vase stained with a little brown line across where the water sat still.

He probably didn't feel anything about it now, but you felt like you were driving through a hurricane. You felt like those dead flowers on JJ's kitchen windowsill, dead yet still not thrown away yet.

You lay back on the sand, your limbs sprawled out like a sad starfish. You pull your knees up, solidifying your spot in the sand. The grain knots itself into your hair, which wouldn't come out completely for a solid week since you learned the hard way long ago.

After twenty or so minutes of staring into the afternoon sky, you sit back up, attempt to shake any loose sand out of your hair, and stand up, gathering your thoughts in the process. You walk up the beach, returning to the road where your bike is perched on the curb. You hop on and peddle your way back home, cutting through town to do so.

You hoped a cold shower on this hot day would relieve you of the burning sensation on your skin, or at least help with your overwhelming, guilty thoughts. As you ride, you notice a few people walking down the sidewalk in front of you, thankfully leaving you some room to go past them.

As you grow closer, you notice their faces belong to those of your friends and an extra, for some reason. You smoothly swerve to the right, past Kie, not paying them any mind.

JJ minded, though, having tried to send a smile your way, for whatever reason. Kie did as well, as she opened her mouth to say hello.

"Hey, Y/n!" She defeatedly waves, letting her hand rest at her side as she watches you ride away.

You, out of fear and surprise, hide the sight away in your mind, because they were definitely your friends, or used to be your friends. Either way, they were home.

The next day, you had your headphones on while riding around town on your bike. You decided to enjoy some Zach Bryan and the heat, considering it was Saturday. You didn't end up going to that party with your friends, you just felt too groggy and gross after seeing them again.

You stop for a minute at Twist & Shake, wanting to get some French fries and some of that pineapple Dole Whip ice cream you'd been craving. You pull into the little parking lot and lean your bike against the building's right wall, not wanting to fight with the stand at the moment. You grab your wallet out of your back pocket and pull your headphones down around your neck, walking up to the order window.

You place your order and stand off to the side of the pickup window, hoping that no one was actively stealing your bike since it wasn't in view. You see a group of teens your age walk up to the window, of course, your old friends. You quickly turn your head away after getting a glance of them, tapping your foot on the pavement impatiently as you wait for your food.

"Y/n, oh my God, hi!" Sarah smiles, waving at you.

Her smile falters as you stare down at your feet, arms crossed as you wait. Her blonde hair frames her saddened face as she looks over at John B and Kie with a confused look. She looks hurt, she'd never left anything off on horrible terms with you, even if, lightly bad. She thought you were friends now.

Kie shrugs, pulling a twenty from her pocket as John B turns to JJ and Pope. Kie and Cleo lean against the sill against the ordering window as they order for themselves and their friends.

JJ rolls his eyes. "I told you, they replaced us"

"What do you mean?" Sarah asks, "I- They aren't here with anyone? What happened? Did we do something?-"

"No, they did something," JJ clarifies, "We got in a fight, and now they won't talk to any of us, like I said."

Pope shakes his head, "You got in a fight with them," He corrects, "They had a right to be suspicious about if they were really alive. They've been through enough, JJ. If you even cared, you'd notice that, but you had to put yourself first-"

"I didn't put myself first, I put John B and Sarah first!-"

John B rests a hand on JJ's shoulder, silently telling him to back off and calm down. The blonde stops himself, taking a breath.

"Try speaking up, maybe they didn't hear you" Pope hopefully says to Sarah, seeing her desperation to talk to you again.

"Y/n?" Sarah calls, making sure she's loud enough for you to hear. "Hey, it's me, Sarah?"

You continue to ignore her, feeling guilty as you do so. You just weren't ready to speak to them yet, you already felt awful but you didn't realize you were only making it worse.

JJ, now upset, walks up to you, shoving your shoulder. You look up at him, nearly glaring at him.

"Fuck is your problem?" He asks, "John B and Sarah are alive and you're gonna ignore them? You're gonna ignore us?"

"I'm not ignoring you. I don't want anything to do with you" You mumble, "Leave me alone"

"Are you fucking kidding me?" JJ asks, "You're seriously still doing this shit? You really never cared, did you?"

"Shut up, JJ. It's almost like I don't wanna fucking talk to you right now-"

"Yeah, cause you replaced your actual friends, you peace of shit." He spits, "Shows how much you care"

You push him away, not wanting to interact. Kie turns her head as the employee hands her change back, seeing you push the blonde away from you.

"Guys?-"

JJ pushes you back with a snarky comment. You push him back, cursing him out for some blind sighted reason.

He responds with a punch to your face, urging Pope, Kie, and John B to try and pull him away from you as you hit him back. Cleo and Sarah rush to your side, trying to pull you away as well, both parties unsuccessful.

Shouting, gasps, and yells fill the air as you two hit each other over and over, yelling profanities back and forth. You end up tackling him to the ground somehow, the three behind him stepping back as he falls. You straddle him, landing blow after blow on him, like revenge for that fight months ago.

His face is bloodied, and in that moment, you pull yourself away, realizing that look in his eyes. You'd become his father. In some alternate universe, you were the abuser all along. You stand up, falling into Sarah's and Cleo's open arms. Shit, you didn't even know Cleo, but here she was, letting you fall into her.

JJ glares at you, wiping the blood pouring from his nose.

Pope shares a look with John B, then you, an apologetic and slightly scared expression in your eyes. You didn't even know why you did it, you couldn't even feel yourself when you did it.

"What the fuck?" Kie nearly shouts, looking between you and the blonde. "It is never that serious to fight in a parking lot of Twist & Shake"

"Apparently, it is." You spit, walking away to grab your food before you're kicked off the property. "I didn't replace you. I don't wanna die trying to save some gold, that's it. See you later, " you grumble, walking away with a sore eye and knuckles.

The group, minus JJ, share confused and worried looks, watching you glide away on your bicycle.

"Jesus Christ..."

[gimmebackmyskeeball]

Cinnamon Girl

author’s note: this was longer than I thought it was honestly, it’s been sitting in my drafts for a fat minute. It’s a piece of shit and it’s completely not proofread I was just listening to Cinnamon Girl and started thinking about Jj all of a sudden. Also I don’t know if you can tell but I was kinda high when I wrote this I lowkey fixing my mistakes but let me know if I missed any cause my migraine’s fuckin me up the ass and my head’s throbbing and I’m just noticing I vented a little bit so if that’s gonna trigger you in the slightest way possible I suggest you don’t read this.

warnings: mentions of abuse, a teeny tiny mention of ed, trauma dump (by me), objectification(?), cussing, bad writing probably, stoned author, sorry bout that.

inspo song: Cinnamon Girl by Lana Del Rey

You do accept. You’re way past the denial phase anymore. You are irrefutably in love with your best friend. And no, we’re not talking about a silly attraction or crush, you were in love with him. In love with the way he walks, in love with the way he talks, in love with how he payed attention to every single thing you do and immediately fixed whatever it is that annoys you. You were completely in love in love with him and the worst part is that you were okay with it. You stopped thinking that it was possible in any way shape or form a long time ago. But no matter what you do you couldn’t stopped loving him, loving anything that came by him. You were ready to do anything to receive some kind of validation from him. Anything.

Cinnamon in my teeth,

From your kiss, you’re touchin’ me

It’s not like you didn’t tried. Almost see through tops, those denim shorts that ends right by your ass, hugging it tightly. Okay, maybe it is actually embarrassing to show off yourself just so some guy would give you attention but he wasn’t some guy. He was never just some guy. The moment you look at him your whole self respect leaves your body and honestly, who could blame you? You didn’t even believed but it had actually worked, he had threw some “Damn girl, never knew you could dress like that.” or “Looking good.” here and there and it made you feel better than ever. You do pity yourself for it, for the fact that you decided to do something that you would find other woman who do it lame just for him and also because you liked it. You did. And you did it more. You kept doing it until he stopped. What happened? Were you ugly now? Did something change? Did someone else got his attention now? No, no one but you can have his attention, they just can’t. You’ll make sure of it.

All the pills that you take,

Violet, blue, green, red to keep me at arms length don’t work

I guess you weren’t his type anyway, he was into bimbos, girls that are head empty, no thoughts. No thoughts but sex that is. And you were ready to be that for him if he let you. You were ready to be something you despised with a burning passion only for him. He was no good for you that’s for sure, he made you cry and he made you feel insecure, he made you feel desperate and overwhelmed but there’s one thing he never made you feel before, unsafe. He never made you feel unsafe. He feels like home, I know that’s cheesy but it’s true. It feels right with him even though it can’t be more wrong. He just feels so right, you want him, no, you need him. You know he needs you too, if you really think about it he would be alone if it wasn’t for you. Who does he goes to when he has a fight with his dad? Who patches him up? Who takes care of him when he comes to the château in the middle of the night, drunk or high or both? And who plays babysitter next morning when his hangover is eating him alive? You.

You try to push me out,

But I just find my way back in

Violet, blue, green, red to keep me out

It has always been you for him. The one who was there for him. His safety school. His hiding spot. Sometimes you do feel like there’s something special and he feels it too but maybe it’s your delusions or that part of you that is aching for Jj so hard that it’s painful now. It hurts you when he gives you hope too. Which unfortunately he likes to do. Don’t know why. You’d be sitting in the backyard, smoking weed, talking about your pasts and plans for your futures and he says something like “You know what I want? I wanna see the world, surf, never see another kook for the rest of my life, do whatever the fuck I want, never let anybody tell me what to do anymore.” You understood him, you’ve been a pogue all along but you didn’t wanted freedom or money. You wanted him. He was your escape from reality. As two teenagers coming from problematic families you two got each other. You gave him a smile, “Yeah…yeah I mean, I get it. This place is pretty but it’s just…stressing” “It is. I’m done with it. Done with all of it. I just wanna leave, you comin’?” Is he serious? Are you coming? He wants you there and thinks you have a choice of not coming? You would go to the deeps ends of hell with him if he wanted you there. “Sure. If you don’t mind.” “‘Course I don’t. Just wanna spend the rest of this miserable life how I want. Doin’ whatever I want. You and me, against the world. That’s how I wanna spend it.”

I win.

You wanted to tell him. Tell him that you wanted to spend it exactly the same. That you needed no one and nothing but him. But you were a coward, that’s what you were. “I don’t think future Mrs. Wife wouldn’t like that very much.” He smiled, god his smile, those dimples… Lost. You feel lost. Without him, you’ll feel lost. “Bold of you to assume that my future wife won’t want you there instead of you being the wife herself.” Joke. All jokes. Not funny Jj. How dare does he takes my only purpose in life and shove it to my face like it’s some super funny joke? Screw him. I love him. So goddamn much. “Yeah. Real bold.” He noticed your frown, just like how he notices everything. “I’m serious. Pogue for life, yeah? If my foreign wife doesn’t want an og ‘round us, she can piss off.” Lies. You don’t believe him. He’s gonna dump his wife for you? Bullshit. “You’re ridiculous, it’s the woman you’re gonna marry we’re talking about. You’re gonna leave your wife for me?” Oh god how you wish he did. He doesn’t even have a wife and now you’re jealous of an imaginary person. Great. “Like I said I can’t leave my wife for my wife, peach.” Same joke. Still not funny. “You’re not funny Jay.” “Oh I agree, I’m not jokin’ whatsoever. I seriously doubt anyone’s gonna ever take me as a husband and well…sorry to tell you this but you’re stuck with me.” I wanna be stuck with you, talk straight, tell you that I can’t be stuck with you because I want you by my side anyway. But I can’t.

There’s things I wanna say to you

But I’ll just let you live

Like if you hold me without hurting me

You’ll be the first who ever did

Don’t know what he’ll do, what he’ll say. I mean it’s not like you know what’s he’s gonna do ever but this is different. If you tell him the truth would he leave you? See now, that’s the day where you’d die. Jj is not just Jj. He’s you. He’s everything that makes you, you. And maybe it’s stupid and crazy to give someone this much meaning but it doesn’t seem that crazy when it comes to him. Because with your entire existence, you love him. With every bone in your body, you adore him. Maybe it’s trauma bonding…because you get it. Dad sucked, just like his. And you know exactly how he feels every time another punch lands on his face by his own father. The man who gave him life. It’s understandable that he doesn’t believe in love. You didn’t either. Until you met him. Until you realized what a perfect fucking boy he is. He is going to be yours, he doesn’t have a choice. It’s an exaggeration or maybe not, who gives a shit? He’s the only thing in this fucked up world that’s makes you feel fulfilled. He’s like a drug. Makes you feel good. Makes him feel good. But in the end of the day you both know you’re bad for each other. So? Who gives a fuck? You’re both fucked up, perfect pairing, perfect partners. At least you have each other’s backs. His dad gets abusive? You’re there to comfort him. Your dad gets abusive? He’s there to comfort you. He’s drunk and having a panic attack? You ran to him, you’re his way out. You’re gonna binge or do the exact opposite? He’s your only way out. His mom isn’t in the picture. And yours is just barely. See? Soulmates.

There’s things I wanna talk about

But better not to give

But if you hold me without hurting me

You’ll be the first who ever did

You hated him. Hated how much you love him and how unconditionally you loved him. How much you changed for him. How you did everything he said and wanted. How you served him. How much you liked doing it. And how you’re gonna keep doing it no matter what happens.

Hold me, love me, touch me, honey

Be the first who ever did

I mean, he’s gonna leave. Everyone leaves. Until then you want him by your side. He can do what he wants, you only have one request from him and that is his love. He’s worth it. Because if he holds you without hurting you, he’ll really be the first who ever did.

take a shot every time I say love challenge les go

[sequinsmile-x]

Green is the Colour

She knew she was being irrational.

AKA The one where Emily gets very jealous when she sees an officer flirting with her husband

-x-

Hi friends,

I got overwhelmed with the urge to write jealous Emily and here we are! I hope you enjoy and as always please let me know what you think.

-x-

Words: 2.3k

Warnings: pregnancy (not a main theme, but Emily is pregnant in this)

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

She was being irrational. 

Objectively she knew that. She knew the jealousy that was thrumming underneath her skin was unwarranted, that Aaron never noticed when other women looked at him, that even if he did he’d never entertain the idea of someone flirting with him. He only had eyes for her, his love and affection clear every time he looks at her, something that had been true for long before they’d ever even kissed. 

She was being irrational, but watching a young officer, a woman in her early twenties called Rosa Thompson, flirt with her husband had her on edge. 

It wasn’t the first time they’d been working a case and someone had become enamoured with Aaron. Emily couldn’t exactly blame them, he was handsome. Tall and broad in a way that made him feel safe to be around. He commanded whatever room he was in and was firm but never unkind. It was what had drawn her towards him even back when he was just her boss, when he was unattainable and married to someone else. 

Whilst it had happened before, it felt different this time. Irritation she hadn’t expected when she first noticed Officer Thompson’s interest in her husband shifting under her skin constantly, something that had been a simmer at first coming to a full boil. The worst part was that he was completely oblivious to it. He didn’t notice when Officer Thompson shifted closer to him for no reason, or how she hung on to every word he said. It was sweet, his complete lack of awareness of how hot he was something she usually found endearing, but today it was annoying her. 

She couldn’t quite get her head around the fact the father of her children was so stupid.

Emily groans slightly as she steps into the precinct's kitchen, hoping that a cup of tea would settle her stomach - the mix of jealousy and morning sickness kicking her ass in a way she hadn’t anticipated. She was only 9 weeks along and no one other than her doctor and Aaron knew. Jack didn’t even know he was going to be a big brother yet, something he’d been asking to be since before she and Aaron had even got engaged. She knew everyone would be happy for them but she was enjoying it just being something between her and Aaron for now, a rare secret between the two of them that she would treasure until they had to let other people in. 

She drops a tea bag into a bug and pours hot water in and she clenches her teeth when she hears Officer Thompson’s laugh. She looks up and aggressively stirs her tea, pressing up against the tea bag hard enough when she drains the excess water from it that she’s surprised it doesn’t burst. 

“If it helps,” JJ says, making her jump as she appears from seemingly nowhere, standing next to her with a glint in her eyes that only makes Emily more irritated, “I don’t think he’s noticed.” 

Emily has to clench her teeth to stop herself from growling, irritation she doesn’t fully understand licking at her insides at her friend's acknowledgement of what she thought only she had noticed. She looks back over at her husband and Officer Thompson and she blows out a steady breath as she throws the teaspoon she’d been holding into the sink. 

“Funnily enough JJ, that doesn’t make me feel any better” she says, holding her mug in her hands, the heat of it in her palms distracting her from the jealousy burning her insides. Her attention is pulled back towards the bullpen at the sound of Officer Thompson’s laugh again and she scoffs, her nose scrunched up as she shakes her head, “She’s being so obvious.” 

JJ suppresses a smile, enjoying this side of her friend she rarely got to see, “In her defence,” she says, nodding towards them, “You’re the one always telling us how funny Hotch is.” 

She hums as she narrows her eyes, her gaze fixed on how the officer steps closer to her husband.

Yeah, but he’s not that funny,” she grumbles as she looks back at JJ. She frowns as she notices the knowing smile on her friend’s face and she tilts her head slightly, “What?” 

JJ presses her lips together and clears her throat, “It’s normal you know.” 

Emily’s frown deepens, “What’s normal?” 

JJ steps closer to her, lowering her voice so no one else will hear her, “Being more jealous than you usually would be when you’re pregnant.” 

She coughs around a sip of her tea, her hand pressing into her chest as she briefly chokes on it. JJ pats her on her back as it passes and she looks up to see Aaron looking at her across the room, his brows furrowed and she shakes her head at him, letting him know she is okay. She looks back at her friend, her eyes wide and her mouth hanging open. She briefly considers denying it but she knows that the ship has sailed when JJ simply raises an eyebrow at her.

“What?” She asks, having to remind herself to keep her voice quiet so she doesn’t draw any more attention to them, “How did you…what?” 

JJ smiles and squeezes her shoulder, “You could barely look at Derek’s breakfast sandwich this morning and the smell of coffee makes you gag,” she says, her smile turning mischievous, “And your boobs are bigger.” 

“What? No, they aren’t,” Emily says, looking down at her chest, critically eyeing it to see if her friend was correct. She looks back up at her, “Do you think the others know?” 

She shakes her head reassuringly and Emily feels the panic that had been building started to dissipate, “Don’t worry, I only figured it out because I’ve been there,” she says, scrunching her nose up at the memory of it, “I don’t think I realise how gross Derek’s eating habits were until Henry turned me into some kind of bloodhound.” 

Emily chuckles and looks back over at Aaron, her irritation bubbling up again when she sees how Officer Thompson is leaning in to read the file Aaron is holding, “You struggled with the jealousy thing too?” 

JJ chuckles and nods, “Oh yeah,” she says, shaking her head at herself, “And Will and I didn’t even live in the same city at the start…that made it rough.” 

Emily hums, “Yeah, because watching other women flirt with your husband is better,” she sighs as she looks at JJ, “Does it get better?” 

“Oh god no,” she replies, smiling when Emily groans, “Just talk to him about it,” she says, squeezing her shoulder one more time before she lets her hand slip back to her side, “And your secret is safe with me.”

She smiles, “Thank you.”

They fall into silence for a moment and JJ reaches for her hand, linking their fingers together, “I’m so happy for you, Em.” 

Emily’s smile gets wider and she feels happiness spread through her chest, warming her from the inside out, “I’m happy for me too.”

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By the time they make it back to their hotel room, she’s furious with him.

It’s not fair and she knows it, but she can’t help it. Anger at his inability to see what was right in front of him swirling in her gut, making her feel even more nauseous than she already did. She blows out a breath as she steps over the threshold into their room, not even looking back at him before she grabs her pjyamas from the bed and walks into the bathroom, pulling the door closed behind her. 

She looks at herself in the mirror for a second and shakes her head before she quickly gets dressed, leaving her clothes crumbled on the floor before she walks back out into the bedroom. She pauses in the doorway when she sees Aaron sitting on the edge of the bed, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees as he looks at her, his eyebrow slightly raised as he tries to read her. 

“You okay sweetheart?” 

She hums and nods, “I’m fine,” she says, not sure she’d even believe herself as she speaks a little too quickly, “It’s been a long day, thats all.” 

That wasn’t entirely a lie. It felt like a lifetime since they’d left the room that morning, since she’d torn herself out of his warm embrace to rush to the bathroom to throw up. He’d followed her immediately, rubbed her back until she was done and then pulled a can of ginger ale seemingly out of nowhere, a soft smile on his face as they sat on the bathroom floor until her stomach settled. 

As she tries to walk past him to get into bed, not caring it wasn’t even dark outside yet, he wraps his hand around her wrist, squeezing just enough to keep her in place. 

“Em, please,” he says, looking up at her, concern laced through his expression, “What’s wrong? Is it the baby?” 

She sighs, guilt for making him worry lancing through her, briefly replacing the irritation she’d been feeling all day, “The baby is fine, honey,” she says, smiling as his gaze flicks to her still flat belly as if he was looking for confirmation, “I promise.” 

His frown only gets deeper as he looks back up at her face, “What is it then? You haven’t been yourself all day.” 

She sighs and closes her eyes, her tongue peeking out and licking her lips as she tries to find the right words, “It’s stupid.” 

He shifts his grasp from her wrist to her hand and links their fingers together, gently tugging her down to join him on the bed, “If something is bothering you, it’s never stupid.” 

She presses her lips together and stares at him for a second before she looks down at their joint hands, the glint of his wedding ring in the low light of the room briefly making her smile. She blows out a slow breath and scrunches her nose up as she speaks, the words sounding close to juvenile as she says them out loud.

“Officer Thompson was flirting with you all day,” she says, and the words hang in the air around them for a moment. When he doesn’t say anything back she looks at him and feels her irritation return when he looks confused, “Before you try and say she wasn’t flirting, even JJ picked up on it.” 

“Sweetheart-”

“And I know you don’t see it but that makes it worse,” she says, the words escaping without her meaning to say them, the dam breached now she’s started, “You don’t realise how insanely hot you are, and how these women are like a moth to a flame when you’re around with your big stupid hands that make your gun look like a toy from the dollar store. And it drives me insane-”

“Em-”

“And she’s young and attractive, and probably isn’t covered in scars or about to get really fat because she’s having a baby,” she continues, not realising that had been part of why she was so affected until she says it, her chest easing as soon as she admits it to him, “So I know it’s unfair, and I know you haven’t done anything, but I am just…so angry at you for not realising what was happening and putting a stop to it.” 

They fall into silence when she finally stops, the rant neither of them had been expecting at its end. Aaron stares at her, and she can practically see his brain working, how he’s trying to figure out how to respond without upsetting his wife. Eventually, he sighs and sandwiches her hand between both of his, the warmth of his skin passing to hers as he squeezes. 

“Even if she was flirting-”

“She absolutely was-”

“I don’t notice because you’re the only person I ever notice, sweetheart,” he says, smiling when her frown relaxes, “You’re the one I look for no matter what room I’m in, and no matter who I’m with,” he tucks some of her hair behind her ear, his touch immediately relaxing her as he purposely lets his thumb linger on her cheek, “I’ll try and be better at noticing these things, and I’ll shut it down if I do, but you’ve got to know you’re it for me.” 

She feels her chest tighten, emotions she had once been able to control climbing up her throat as she tries to swallow them back, “You’re it for me too.” 

He leans forward and kisses her, catching the tip of her nose before he stamps his lips against hers, “I’ll ask that Officer Thompson is put on another case tomorrow.” 

Her eyes go wide as she pulls back, embarrassment burning in her cheeks as she shakes her head, feeling even more ridiculous than she had before, “No, Aaron, that’s not-”

“You’re my priority and I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable,” he says, wrapping his arm around her shoulders and pulling her close, “I’m sure she’ll get over it.” 

Emily hums and tilts her head to look up at him, “As the last person you tried to throw off your team, I’ve got to say you don’t have a great track record of getting rid of us.” 

He chuckles and shakes his head at her before he kisses the side of her head, “You’re the exception, Em. You always have been,” he kisses her cheek and pulls back, running his hand up and down her arm as she snuggles against him, so exhausted she’s sure she could fall asleep sitting up like this, “So JJ noticed?”

She laughs dryly, “Yeah,” she says, shaking her head as she remembers her earlier conversation with her friend, and she shifts their joint hands to her belly, “The flirting isn’t the only thing she noticed” 

He frowns at her, his eyebrows threaded together with confusion, “Wait, what?” 

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This Love Doesn’t Have Long Beans Episode 7 Thoughts

Oab not even gonna comment on Kluer trying to kiss Plawan he’s just gonna get his man out of there

THE DRAMATIC FALL OF THE WHALE PLUSHIE SFJFJDD

I’ve said it before but I do not like Kluer. Too much Nice Guy TM energy for me. Just bc ppl smile and tell you all the things you want to hear does not mean they are good to be around

DID OAB JUST PULL HIS BACK SHFJF IM CHOKING

Plawan being upset about Khaosuay but still trying to be understanding towards Oab :(

Did Plawan get this muscle metaphor from JJ i bet he got this metaphor from JJ

Oh no they’re actually getting together before Plawan tells Oab about Methas OH THIS IS GONNA HURT

Plawan’s convenient odinsleep when Kluer tries to confess… me tbh

“Do you think Kluer will be really hurt?” *cuts to Kluer sobbing his heart out* don’t worry he’s a trooper i think he’ll be fine

I think this is my fave OabPlawan love scene so far, it’s so well choreographed and the framing is great… that pants drop was fantastic. Too bad it’s such a short scene

Methas’ fucking pouty face when he’s asking JJ to hold his hand

Ooooh JJ’s trying to draw a line, he’s caught feelings

HE CAN’T MEET METHAS EYES HE’S CAUGHT FEELINGS

oh my GOD THANK YOU DIRECTOR CINEMATOGRAPHER AND EDITING TEAM FOR THAT BEAUTIFUL SHOT OF METHAS HAND ON JJ’S ARM

You got a butt cramp Methas?? REALLY???

AHDJFJDJDJFJDJJFF

JJ ALMOST GAVE IN TO THE KISS ARGHDNFNFNF i knew it was gonna happen it was literally in the pilot but im HRRGGHDFBNFBG

LIES DOWN

IM FINE

Butterfly pea flower tea!!! Plawan’s presentation is so fucking cute

Punsib you were too good for all the hormones in this kitchen

Kluer this ain’t it man… just let it go son

NUB NUENG DON’T TELL OAB THAT EVERYTHING IS GOING WELL you curse his house

Pad croquette??? I want���

“I never cry when you teach me” alexa play Teach Me Tonight by Dinah Washington 

It’s the way they started making out downstairs when Kluer is still living there and he’s the only one left… Kluer buddy if I were you I would just quit at this point it’s not gonna be a good time for you

KLUER JUST STANDING THERE WHILE THIS FIGHT HAPPENS SHFJFJF 

DID METHAS REALLY JUST SHOW UP TO TALK SHIT LAUGH IN OAB’S FACE AND LEAVE SHFJFJFJF someone get this man a moustache to twirl PLEASE

he’s got teleporting powers now too damn 

METHAS’ SMILE WHEN HE’S ALL DRESSED UP ON THE CLINIC TABLE WHAT A SMUG LITTLE SHITTY CAT LMFAO

Even though I don’t care for Kluer, I don’t blame him if he snaps tbh. The most absurd part of this competition is making your right hand man jump through all these hoops to prove himself over complete strangers. Like if Kluer had the money in the first place, Chef could’ve just sold him the restaurant and none of this drama would’ve gone down

Laughing my ass off at the long beans reveal no one ever reacted this dramatically to a dish with yardlong beans in it before

AUTO RETURNS NEXT WEEK MY SON!!!

Gonna be so sad when this is over tho, they better be starting on Pit Babe 2 soon before my brain eats itself alive

[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

100: Part Two

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.1k

Summary: This is your first case back after being released from prison, but are you really ready to come back? Hotch finally catches up with Foyet, and you don't know how much more heartbreak you can take before you break.

Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill

Season Five Masterlist

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there are any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them.

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Penelope got the address to Foyet's apartment in Arlington and as much as Hotch wanted to storm the place, he had to be smart about this. You, Derek, Spencer, and JJ wait in the building across the street with SWAT gearing up, and Hotch and Emily are sitting in a car on the same road to watch the apartment, just at a different angle.

The entire street is filled with agents dressed in casual clothing. Some of them pose as construction workers, people working on their cars, mothers using empty strollers, people having a casual conversation, and just about anything else that seems normal.

To anyone walking down the street, nothing seems out of the ordinary.

"How much longer do we wait?" Emily's voice comes over the earpiece.

"I need to leave that call to someone else."

"SWAT's getting antsy," JJ says to Derek.

"I'll tell them when it's time to go. Right now we sit tight. Let them know." JJ nods and heads back over to the SWAT team. "These guys are trained to move, not just sit around. I can't really say that I blame them."

"He may not even be there anymore," Rossi says.

"I know. The longer we sit here, the further away he gets. Y/N, do you sense him? See his energy?" You're staring at the road, completely checked out. Derek walks over to you and places a hand on your shoulder to which you jump. "Hey, you okay?"

"Yeah, no, I can't sense him. I don't know where he is," you mumble.

"Alright, this is what we're gonna do. We're gonna send in an agent posing as the superintendent of the building. Say there's a water leak or something. If he doesn't answer, which I don't think he will, we'll send a small camera underneath the door so we can get a feel of what's waiting for us inside. Then, and only then, do we go in."

An agent is dressed the part before being sent in with a worker's bag as if he is going to be working on something inside. Every agent is connected by an earpiece so you can hear what he says when he gets inside the building. You just can't see him.

"Super." The agent knocks but no one answers. "Super. There's a leak in the apartment above you. I need to check your ceiling." When there isn't an answer, he sets his bag on the ground and pulls out the tiny camera that is going to go underneath the door. "Are you getting the signal?"

Whatever the camera is picking up is broadcasted to the small TV in front of you.

"Copy," Derek says.

There doesn't look to be anyone inside the apartment that is very bare. The only kind of furniture inside is a folded table, two chairs, and a few trinkets scattered.

"No warm bodies. It looks like a kitchen table and two chairs," the agent says.

"Is that a laptop on the table?" Spencer notices. "It could be useful."

"Is that food?" Rossi asks. "Get closer to it."

"Wait, go back," Hotch orders. "What's that on the floor?" The agent moves the camera to show the mess on the floor. "It's mail."

"Go, go, go!" Derek gasps.

The entire team hauls ass to the building and when the agents pretending to be normal civilians see, they drop everything and run inside the building, too. Your team approaches the apartment first but they are hesitant to go inside. Hotch looks at you with desperate eyes.

"Is he in there?"

"No, he's not," you mutter. "I'd feel him if he was."

Hotch and Derek are the first ones inside the empty apartment. Derek and Emily go into the bedroom while the rest of you stay in the living room. On the table is an untouched meal and the mail on the ground means he must have left in a hurry. George was here but he isn't now.

"Dammit. He's not coming back here. He left an untouched meal. You drop your mail like this when you're startled, when you need to get out of dodge quickly."

"Something tipped him off. He knew we were coming here."

"The suitcases are open with some clothes missing. There's a safe with a stash of guns in it," Derek says, emerging from the bedroom.

"He didn't even bother to lock them up again. If he's in a hurry, he'll make a mistake."

"Yeah, but when Foyet gets cornered, he starts killing."

"We're not going to let that happen."

The only thing that might be able to help is the laptop on the table so the only person who can get into it is Penelope. She is still at the office but was able to get into it remotely. She gets to work immediately but the computer begins deleting everything on it until she stops it halfway through.

"He is creepy good," Penelope says when she tries to get into the computer.

"How good?"

"He wiped his hard drive. He might have been in a hurry to leave but whatever was on there, he did not want us to see it."

"Garcia, tell me that you're hacked in and that you can rebuild it," Derek says.

"Watch me work, darling." She does her thing for a total of thirty seconds. "I got something. He had an internet alarm under the name Peter Rhea. It alerted him as soon as we ran a check on it."

"What else did he wipe?"

Penelope goes through all the files and pictures rapidly.

"Garcia, wait a minute. Freeze it right there."

She stops on a set of pictures that show a white-picket fence house and a man you don't recognize. Hotch does.

"That's the US Marshal assigned to my family," he whispers.

"Foyet's been watching him this whole time?"

Hotch takes out his phone and calls Sam, the agent posted to his family. However, all he gets is his voicemail.

"Sam, it's Aaron. We found Foyet's location but he has surveillance photos of you. Call me for a meeting location or we're on our way to you."

"We're gonna need to deploy another swat unit," Derek says.

"That's gonna take another half hour."

Hotch doesn't wait another second and leaves the apartment, hellbent on finding Foyet before he gets to Haley and Jack.

It doesn't take long to get to the safe house that Sam and Hotch's family have been staying in. You don't have to go inside to know something bad happened here. You can feel the energy of Death and Evil. Hotch and Derek break down the door and rush inside only to see Sam lying on the ground with deadly wounds all over his body. Blood is everywhere. 

Foyet got to him before Hotch could.

Hotch kneels down next to Sam while Rossi gets the ambulance on the phone.

"This is Agent Rossi, FBI. We need an ambulance. We have a federal officer down."

"I wouldn't... I couldn't..."

"We're getting an ambulance," Hotch says.

"I tried. I'm sorry."

"What are you sorry for?" Hotch's panic increases and you suddenly don't feel so good. You have to get out of here. Why did you think you were okay to return? "Are Jack and Haley safe? Sam, tell me what happened."

"I don't know how he got in."

You look around the safe house and try to piece together what happened moments before your team arrived. Foyet walks into the living room behind Sam and shoots him in the leg then the render him useless. He beats him with the handle of the gun before taking out a knife. He uses it to cut off Sam's fingers before leaving him there.

He uses Sam's phone and finds Haley that way.

"Sam, I need to understand. Does he know where Jack and Haley are?" Hotch asks again.

"I didn't..."

"What about her phone number? What's her safe phone number?"

"It won't matter," Sam gasps. "I tried, Hotch. I'm so sorry."

The paramedics finally arrive and assess Sam quickly, forcing Hotch to move from him.

Spencer looks at you standing away from everyone else. He knows you're not ready to come back but he also knows this is what you need right now. A distraction. That's all this job is to you now. You look up and lock eyes with him but he quickly looks away from you.

"There are gun wounds to each leg and one foot, he's missing several fingers, and appears to be badly beaten."

Sam is loaded into the ambulance and Hotch goes in after him presumably to get more answers on Haley and Jack. Your team stays at the house to gather more evidence to see where Foyet might have gone or if he even found Haley and Jack. This crime scene is the only way you're going to get evidence because Sam died on the way to the hospital.

"Foyet called Haley from Sam's phone," Hotch informs when he calls Derek.

"Alright, we'll get Garcia to trace it."

"He told her she was compromised and I was dead."

You can hear the heartbreak in Hotch's voice, and you look down emotionally. How can you ever do this job again? All you can think about is prison and the fear that if you close your eyes to sleep, you'll wake up back in that cell.

"Have you called her?" Emily asks.

"No. He said to throw her phone away and to buy a disposable."

"Hotch, we're gonna come get you right now."

"No, Anderson's bringing me a car. I'm hoping that she's just gonna call me, at least, to check."

"Foyet posed as a marshal and even called from a number that Haley recognized. She's not going to call because he scared her. That's what gets him off. The fear."

"No, he paralyzed her," Emily says. "He overwhelmed her and now she trusts him. Where do you think he would take her?"

"Witness Protection had her living in New Jersey," JJ says.

"He has a head start. He could be there now."

JJ's phone rings and she places Penelope on speakerphone so all can hear, including Hotch.

"I got a trace on Foyet. He's bouncing between a few towers."

"Where?" Hotch asks.

"Fairfax County."

"He's still local?"

"Send the coordinates to my phone."

"Done," Penelope says and sends it to Hotch.

"Why isn't he on his way to New Jersey? Wait, that phone's on?"

"Yes."

"Hotch?" No answer comes from him. "Shit, he hung up." The phone beeps signaling that Hotch is calling someone on his end. "What is that noise?"

"Hotch is calling Foyet," Penelope answers.

"Agent Hotchner," Foyet answers.

Hotch is talking to Foyet but they don't know you're listening in on the conversation. Hotch might but Foyet doesn't.

"If you touch her..."

"Be gentle like I was with you? What the hell took you so long? I was beginning to think this phone was dead or something." Hotch doesn't say anything. "Why so quiet? You usually lash out when you're frustrated."

"I'm not frustrated. You're more predictable than you think."

"Am I?"

"You didn't know where Haley was so you made her come to you."

"You make me sound lazy."

"It's just another way for you to show control. Your mother tried to protect you from your father but she wasn't strong enough. You hated her for that, didn't you? You decided that all women were weak."

"Those are your words, not mine."

"Weren't you nine when you killed them?"

"It was a car accident."

"That you couldn't take credit for. That had to be hard for you. Poor George got another chance. The little orphan was saved by the wealthy, sterile Eastside couple, the Foyets. The story should have ended there."

"I don't believe in fairy tales. Do you?"

"That's the thing, George. This isn't a fairy tale. You don't have to write this story. You don't have to do any of this. I know you're exhausted. You're always looking over your shoulder, always wondering when the other shoe is gonna drop. Haven't you gotten what you wanted? You've set yourself apart from anybody we've ever dealt with. You're not just a famous serial killer, you're the Reaper. We're gonna study you and your methods for years and years."

Hotch is trying to get in his head but you have a feeling he won't.

"You know what I've been thinking? Haley looks pretty good with dark hair. She's lost some weight. Must be all the stress you caused her." He must be right outside of their home and a chilling spark shoots down your spine. "Where's the little man? Oh. There he is. Does he like Captain America because of you?" A cell phone rings. "That's your wife. Hold, please." He puts Hotch on hold to answer Haley. "Mrs. Hotchner."

"I'm here."

"Open the gate and I'll drive in."

"Okay."

You can only assume she does.

"Aaron? I really gotta go."

Foyet hangs up on Hotch and you let your tears spill over your eyes. Hotch is completely heartbroken which you felt over the phone. This isn't going to end well and both you and Hotch know it. You have the profile of Foyet so all you need to figure out is where he told Haley to go. It has to mean something to Hotch otherwise he wouldn't get complete satisfaction of ruining his life completely.

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Spencer reid imagine- broken

i have just watched the episode where maeve just died and watched the next part where reid is on the floor and is not okay. so I had inspiration to write so here it goes. 

summary: Your super close to reid and maeve has just died, you go over to his to give your undeniable support and some words between the two of you are exchanged. Oh and your dereks sister

words: 1,305

“Come on Y/n, you know maeve has just died. He’s not going to be okay” Derek says through the phone 

“I know, but I feel helpless. Can you just come over, bring ice cream. You know the one mama used to buy us, when we were good and deserved a treat. The one she bought us lots of us when dad passed” 

“yes. yes. I’ll bring it over. But we have a case first, get your ass over to the bullpen now.” 

“but...” 

“pretty boy will be just fine, we’ll go after we’ve finished this case” 

“okay okay. Love you bro.” 

“love you too sis.”

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“there’s my favourite morgan sibling” Penelope says as I’m walking into the roundtable and sit down next to Derek. 

“ERR, Hey babygirl. What about me?” 

“yes, yes. well, she’s You know-” Penelope, quickly gets cut off by Hotch walking into the room. 

“Garcia, we’re all here on with the case please” 

“of course sir,  Meet who was formerly Gary Porter. He was found d*ad outside a San Francisco night club last night. And Pamela Hurd-- she was found near a cable car stop in San Francisco's Mission District.” 

“They were both found wrapped in clear plastic.” Jj says looking over the case file on her tablet “It says here they were d*ad only a few hours before they were found.That's not long enough for the elements to have made them that pale” I say from where I’m sitting next to my brother pointing it out. 

“Cause that's where we enter the town of weirdville on the corner of eew and icky-icky, girl morgan. Both victims were almost completely drained of their blood. Less than a pint left.” 

“He's exsanguinating them.” I say with question, trying to get all the details on the unsub we can from the MO 

“While they were still alive.” hotch finishes for me. 

“It might be utilitarian” derek says from besides me. 

“He needs them alive so they can pump out the blood themselves. Draining a body like that is extremely hard to do. Once the heart stops pumping, it's difficult to continue to extract the blood.” 

“So the question is, how is he doing it?” I ask.

 “Oh, I wish you wouldn't have asked that, lovely 'cause now I gotta show this picture.” Garcia says from the right of me. 

“There are large bore holes in the femoral artery of each victim.” Hotch says from the back of the room. 

“Our unsub could have medical knowledge.” JJ says from where she’s sat 

“It's possible. We'll know more when we get there. Wheels up in 30.” Hotch says before leaving the room. 

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it didnt take no more than a few days to catch the unsub, it was pretty easy. he was obsessed with painting with blood though, taking the blood out of the victims. but with all of our intelligence as a team we managed to put another unsub away. 

“der, I’m worried about reid. he hasn’t shown up at all I would’ve at least thought he’d have shown and help us catch the victim” 

“Y/n, you can’t blame him. someone he loves, just died. right infront of him, thats unfair of you to say that. We’re all worried about him. Come on, let’s go and get that icecream and bring it to pretty boy” 

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“Reid, your favourite morgans are here. We bought Ice cream too. the good kind” I said after knocking on his apartment door. 

“pretty boy, we’re both here for you open up reid. don’t make me kick your door down.” derek talks through the door, after a few minutes of silence. 

that soon makes Reid open the door. 

“I knew that would make you open the door.” 

“hmm, well if you had kicked my door down. You’d be paying for the replacement” 

“Yeah, well. I would’ve done it myself. Now let us in, we’ve come over here to cheer you up” 

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“why’d you even come anyway. It’s not like I need any company anyway, can’t be the best person to hang around at the moment.” Reid says to me putting the empty Ice cream tub down along with both our spoons. Derek had soon passed out, he always does within the first 15 minutes of a romantic movie. 

“You’re always the best person to hang out with Spence. You just get me you know. Was weird not having you on this weeks case I won’t lie to you” 

“mmh, yeah well. My girlfriend just died. And infront of me too.” 

“I know I know. Trust me I know more than you think.” 

“I highly doubt that” 

“yeah well, not many people know this. Not even my brother. My boyfriend of 6 years died, right infront of my eyes. shot at and killed by a known serial killer In the area, we we’re trying to catch him for months, then when I got the call. I couldn’t bare to face the town anymore, the very same town that I was chief of police of, the very same town, my fiance was shot and killed in. I Quit my job I wouldn’t go out for weeks. Stuck in my apartment for days on end, wouldn’t talk to anyone, I just sat in silence most days, slept on the sofa. Then Der, he told me he was coming down. I had to pull myself together, If not for my own sake. Then for dereks, cindi had just gone missing I couldn’t let him see me like that because I just knew it would break him. So I pulled myself together, there was an opening at the Bureau and I just had to take it, little did I know it was for the very same department that would help me catch my boyfriends killer my very first case at the bau, give me a chance to get some closure, Garcia asked me if that one of the victims was my boyfriend, I said no that we had broken up before then, that he had moved out. It was a complete lie, but it kept my heart safe.” 

“Y/N I had no idea.” reid says

“Look reid, all I’m trying to say is that take the time you need, but living like this is not going to fix the pain thats going on in here” I say pointing to my heart. 

“but we’ll be here every step of the way with you, whether that be donating our holidays so that we can help you get the closure you need. Because in the end the pain of losing a loved one wont go, but you learn to move on and whether that takes one week, one day, one month, one year. she’ll be with you always.” 

“thank you Y/n, I think I needed that.” 

“Don’t worry about it reid, I love you always pretty boy” and he goes into kiss me but I duck back 

“shit! I’m sorry. I’ve read all this wrong haven’t I.” 

“No, No. You haven’t read it all wrong. I just don’t think it’s the right time reid, your girlfriends just died. I’ll wait though. I can wait. I’ve waited 8 years, I can wait 8 more. I’ll wait for all the time in the world for you” 

“thank you Y/n” 

“No worries. I’m gonna go now, it’s not to do with you. I have to get back to sergio. I promised em, I would take care of him when she left for england. Keep me company. defo should not have told her about what happened with michael.” 

“so who knows then, You, emily and my therapist” 

“Y/n!” 

“what?” 

“nothing, you should take derek with you” 

“yeah, yeah okay. I’ll wake him up” 

“der, der” I say shaking him

“yeah yeah. I’m up, coming, Bye reid.”

“bye” 

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the end 

[ofnotakook]

I can always trust in you

@apogueforlife 

I can always trust in you 

Trust; it had to be earned. Love; it had to be developed. For Sarah she always had her guard up. Each time she’d get close to letting someone in the other shoe would drop, she’d freeze up, and run in the other direction. With each boyfriend she ever had she had the urge to run. To distant herself when she felt like she was trapped. When she felt the pressure to feel more than what she did. Topper he liked the idea of her. He loved the idea of being with her; but he wasn’t in love with her. 

There’s only one boy Sarah loved; and that was John B. It happened unexpectedly. It happened on a day she never saw coming. That day stayed with her. The day we went to chapel hill; the day we had fun dressing each other up. The day we pretended to be our alter egos; Val and Vlad. It was nice to be herself. I didn’t feel the pressure to be perfect. I didn’t feel like my family was watching me, I was myself. I felt safe, I felt like John B saw me despite all the flaws I had. He loved me for me, and I loved him. It was a roller coaster of a relationship if you asked me. We had gone from barely knowing each other; to falling completely utterly in love. I gave up my kook card for him. I knew the obsluces we’d be facing now, the pogue’s vs the kook. But nothing made me question my loyalty to him. To the Pogues. It got messy with my dad; him being the reason Big John was gone. The reason why the gold was taken. The reason I was on the run with John B. The gold felt so close yet so far. We managed to clear John B’s name but that’s because Ward decided in his best interest to fake his own death and act like the hero. The guy that claimed to have been a killer in order to protect his own son. Rafe just the thought of being near him made me sick to my stomach. For a second I was upset, I felt like my whole body ached when I witnessed the boat blow up. When I witnessed my father shatter beyond the sea. And that’s when I saw the truth; what led to us being torn apart; what led to John B and I no longer being together. He had been happy to ward dead; and I couldn’t exactly find the words to blame him. He took everything from him. But at the end of the day; he was my dad. I was hurting and I remembered that look all too well; the look of proudnessI felt like I was seeing another person. I was grieving the dad I once looked up to, to the dad that I was once his princess. I needed John B to hold me, to make me feel like it was always going to be okay. But it suddenly felt like us it wasn’t meant to be.. 

Walking away for yourself; was all you could do. It was hard to be near him; to be pulled back into the adventure; to the cross. But for Pope I’d be there; awkwardness assured. Sarah didn’t know if she should make eye contact with him; or just stay silent. Silence seemed better; until that night; we had a plan to get the cross from Rafe; the big truck was parked outside my house. JJ and Pope were hidden behind the bushes. I was determined to walk inside; to get the key to unlock the truck; how we’d get the heavy cross out was a big ass story of it’s own. But I had made two steps to the gates, one glance backwards; I saw him John B was about to get up; and for a second I found myself hopeful; maybe this was the moment of the unknown. What comes next? Dark hues met for a second and I swore the air was taken out of my lungs; but he didn’t budge, didn’t move. Giving me the indication we had nothing left to say. That was the last memory I had of him; of us staring at each other. 

Head leaned against the gated up windows of my room at the barbados house, The house I was locked into. The boat felt like a nightmare; I was drugged by my own family. Rose had put a drug in my tea. Rafe and had helped her execute the plan; to force me here against my will. I remembered telling Ward when he claimed John B only cared about the treasure about the gold that I was just stuck in the cross hair that he was wrong. That John b would find him and come for him once I went missing. How wrong had I been? I wanted to blink back the tears that dared to fall. I was a pogue at heart; I chose it for John B because I loved him, despite our differences he’d always have a permanent place in my heart. It had been weeks since we left on the boat, I had tried to zone out the conversations of my parents; I had pretended to be sleeping at times, but here once I had been pulled into my room I never left. I guess Ward was afraid I’d run, or threaten to tell the cops his own daughter was kidnapped against her will. Give or take. Sarah swallowed the lump in her throat; it had gotten dark. She smelt the tray of food that her sister left her outside the door. Her bed was an inch away; The light pink covers still in place, it had been a day or two since we arrived, and I had slept in my bed because that meant i was okay, that meant that I was adjusting to being here; in this house. When all I wanted was to break free. At the window, on the seat where my back was pressed against the wall. Head tilted towards the window, I could see the water; any boats that passed by. I was alone; and all I could hope was that the Pogue’s were okay that perhaps my dad was right they managed to get the cross and that’s all that mattered for Pope. Eyes moved to the stars; for a moment it was nice to believe we were looking at the same stars; as if John B was on his way; assuming my dad was lying. For now all I could do was hold hope; I’d find a way out; it was a done deal. 

Tomorrow; I’d work out a plan. The Pogues would have me, if I found him. We’d always have each other. A wistful thought as a hint of a smile tainted onto my lips.

[manny-jacinto]

I think part of the reason People think rian Johnsons star wars sucked while loving his other work is the fact that he greatly relies on subverting expectations, which in standalone movies can be really great but when you do it in a franchise that has been greatly loved for decades you end up with half the fandom hating it. One can also make the argument that the last jedi ruined the sequel trilogy, tfa even if it wasnt a great movie was a good start. tlj threw it of its hinges and made a divide in the fandom of those Who loved it and those Who hate. They could have salvaged some of it by sticking to one of the sides but instead they wanted to please both sides forever ruining it and riqn Johnsons was the catalyst for that.

you're very right actually. what he did to KO/GO or even Jumper was surprising his audience. and it def works for original movies because he had total control from A to Z.

however, by killing snoke in TLJ, he completely ruined the rest of the trilogy because i think he forgot that those movies were supposed to be a trilogy. literally i still cannot believe he killed the big ass villain in the middle of his movie wtf was he thinking? i know people despise TROS (and i agree, some parts are just WTF) but i can never blame JJ for it because this movie was the direct consequence of RJ's TLJ. like most of the stuff in this movie is happening because snoke died. because RJ's mistreated Finn so badly and became thee comic relief that the audience wanted to make fun of etc. THE luke skywalker dying in TLJ was a crime jfc i can go on and on and on about how i do not like this movie 😩

TFA is honestly one of my faves lmao don't judge me. i think it was a typical star wars movie and they introduced characters which could have been great. i miss this feeling where we thought everything was going to be fine and we only had TFA and Rogue One

[thecameronchronicles]

Ownership

TW: Smut. Language. 

SUMMARY: One of your friends can’t seem to get the hint that you are all that JJ needs, so you prove it by leaving nothing to the imagination as evidence on his skin…

WORD COUNT: 1500

*Requested*

Anonymous asked:

There not much to this but basically reader has been bragging to her friends how good jj is in bed so when he goes to at one of those friend house to mow the lawn the girl starts flirting with him so when reader finds out she get really jealous and possessive jj tries to reassure her she’s the only one he wants but she leaves marks all over him (hickeys, scratches all over his back and arms) and that same night they ran into her at a party

It’s just an idea, you can change it as much as you want of course 🫶🏽

Ownership

Perhaps you only had yourself to blame for bragging about your sex life to her. Maybe you should have noticed the way her eyes rolled in annoyance as you explained how JJ made it difficult to walk the next day or maybe noted how she sighed in annoyance when you explained how he was skilled with foreplay just as much as he had been with the act itself. But you certainly didn't notice that mischievous spark behind her eyes when a very specific thought had crossed her mind. 

Flash forward sometime after lunch as JJ made his way home after taking yet another odd job just to make ends meet. Mowing lawns and painting fences would be enough for groceries as you both worked your asses off for this life together. And even if it was tiring and you longed for one another in this time apart, you wouldn't change it for anything as it made the moments you had that much more worth it. But as you pressed a kiss to his cheek as he made his way home from a recent mowing job, you noticed his lack of focus on you. You'd only noticed this once before. It was a look of guilt. And it made you uneasy. 

"J?" 

"I'm just gonna take a quick shower..." He explained, while moving past you, the inability to inquire what had him on edge before he was already beneath the stream of a balmy cascade. You leaned in the doorway as he let out a sigh to your question once he'd finished his quick cleanse. 

"How was the job? Did you stay hydrated?" You added the question of care as you wondered if that had been the reason for the shift from his usual playful attitude with you. 

"I uh...shit..." 

"J..." 

"I swear to God, I didn't look at her, okay? If I would have known it was her house, I wouldn't even have gone over without you..." 

"What are you talking about?" You asked, losing your carelessness as you saw how this had affected him. But as she said her name, the details fell as follows; She offered a drink to him as he was scorched beneath the sun's rays, he accepted, and they made their way inside, to where she offered to 'please him in a way you couldn’t' until stripping to nothing. As he explained this, he was desperate to get you to understand that you were all he wanted. He had his fingers embedded into your skin and his eyes nearly bulging from his head as you just stood with eyes narrowed and a jaw clenched. But not at him. More for him. 

And then came your own idea, one that had your fingers pulling on the loose knot of his towel until it came loose, exposing him completely to you while you led him across the hall and into your shared bedroom. Pushing him to its edge, you would straddle him with the skirt of your dress having covered him and offering minimal warmth over his lap. 

"Sweetheart...what are you-" Your lips were quick to silence him. A gracious kiss, eager and thorough, ran the length of your mouth as your lips came into a part to allow him deeper access, only to withdraw as he moved to your lips. Instead, you led your own march as you sucked onto his skin, leaving a hickey every so often as he moaned beneath you. His fingers began to eat into your legs, drawing to your hips, until you were lifted and spun onto your back. 

"Are you trying to make a point, baby?" You nodded. 

"Apparently the bitch doesn't get what's mine is mine...so I'm gonna prove it-" Before he could offer a response of either care or humor, you took his cock and plummeted it into your sex. It took previous little to make you wet in context to him. A simple smirk, the sound of his voice having been low or fatigued, or the way he looked coming in and out of the shower... 

"Fuck!" He breathed into your shoulder, a pace orchestrated by your hips as he was quick to dominate in succession. 

"I wanted to taste you-" 

"And I want-I need you to fuck me, JJ...make me drip with your cum...I wanna be stuffed with you that I leave a trail from here to Figure Eight." 

"You want ir?" He asked with a groan as you shook your head, confusion across his face for a moment. 

"I need it." Taking your legs to your chest and setting your ankles over each shoulder, he pushed your waist downwards until quickening his paces. 

"That feel good for you, my dirty little princess? So needy for me to cum in this tight little pussy?" He asked, a voice made breathless by the effect your tight walls had on him. 

"Oh God!" 

"Yeah?" 

"So fucking good, baby..." You endorsed as he smirked as he bent you until his depths were enough to send your eyes into a roll. 

"Oh, you're close, I can feel it baby...I always know when my girl needs to come...how do you-" 

"Straddle. Up..." He made out your words enough to pull you around him as you would bounce and grind against him. 

"Oh God, JJ...I'm so close-" 

"Come for me baby. All over my cock. I wanna wear you when I go back to finish her lawn-" You paused. 

"Back?!" 

"I ran out when she stripped...but I still have a job-" 

"Bullshit-" You moved faster.

"We need the money-" 

"Then I'll go over and finish. But your only job is to make me come, J..." 

"What about electricity and groceries-" He was completely at the mercy of your direction, speaking through clenched teeth.

"Make me come J...well worry about that later... " As his eyes fell to the side in worry you lifted your shirt to expose your breasts to him. He groaned, licking his lips. 

“You make two very solid points…” You both chuckled for only a moment.

"I want you to come for me. On Me. In me I wanna mark you and wear you on me-" 

"Fuck, sweetheart-" 

"And then I want her to see I'm all you'll ever need..." 

"All. I .Need." He repeated. 

"You gonna come, JJ?" He nodded. "Come with me baby, please...I need it,it, fucking need it dripping-" He pumped into you, your nails leaving deep marks behind before his warm release was projected at the second yours rushed to join. 

But as he placed you on the bed to clean up his mess as he did so often, the man was a glutton to taste you every chance he got, you had another ambition. Instead, you let him kiss the usual lines toward your sex, before you then, watched his eyes widen as you took your fingers to your pussy, tskif the cum back inside as his mouth hung open. 

"I meant it...I want her to see how full I am of you..." Kissing his lips, he shook his head with disbelief, before you carried on with what you had been doing before he got home. 

Later that night, a party at the boneyard brought both Kooks and Pogues in unison, therefore her presence in accordance to your own. And the second you'd parted from JJ, she was ready to pounce. Her hands played with the likes of his shirt as he moved away in an attempt to remain somewhat polite before you moved to him. Ignoring her completely, you teased his collar just as she had, only to be graciously accepted with his arm around your back. 

"I really did a number on you, didn't I baby?" You kissed his neck softly as he glared. 

"You're pathetic..." She muttered as she attempted to pull away with the last word, your hand around her wrist as she faced you in surprise. 

"Yet I'm not the one stripping for someone else's boyfriend because I can't take a hint..." 

"Please...he loved it..." 

"Really?" You smirked. 

"Then why am I the one dripping with his cum? Why are those my marks on his skin? Pathetic is being so desperate that you lure him for a job...I am protective. What's mine is mine. End of fucking story." You released her, taking his arm toward The Twinkie. 

"Where are we..." 

"Now you can taste me J...do it to where she can hear me..." 

"Yes ma'am..." He obliged. Thoroughly. Skillfully. And enough to prove his ownership of you just as you left evidence onto him.

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[obx-pogue4life]

My Weirdo

Authors Note: Ok 🙈 So this ones a little out there and I completely blame @maybankforlife for this one lol bc without her, this weird ass idea never would have popped into my head 😂 Don’t take it too seriously and don’t think I’m crazy, this ones just silly and fun! Enjoy!

Summary: JJ calls you into the bathroom to help him with something but things get a little heated before he even has the chance to ask

Warnings: Swearing, kissing, very light smut- there are no real warnings I can think of 🤷🏻‍♀️

"Babe," you hear your boyfriend, JJ,  call to you from the bathroom. He was just getting out of the shower and you noticed him staring at his reflection, fixing his hair in the mirror. The way the towel was hanging so lowly on his hips made you instantly bite your lip, lost in thought. He was so sexy just standing there, he didn't even have to try. It just flowed out of him completely effortlessly.   

You walked up behind him and casually smacked him on the bottom, "what's up, sexy?" you say.

He looks in the mirror at you and flashes that million dollar smile of his and you feel a blush creeping onto your cheeks.  You kiss his shoulder and he spins around to face you, leaning back on the counter top and pulling you in for a kiss. His kiss envelopes your entire body. His touch, his scent, his power he has over you. He is rough but gentile. Hard but soft. Sexy but cute. The pheromones this man was throwing off had you completely intoxicated and you couldn't get enough. You lean in as close to him as you can get and let him dominate your kiss. His tongue tastes so sweet and the way his hands frame your face makes you weak in the knees. As he starts shifting against the counter top you pull away and look down between the two of you and notice a small tent starting to form in the front of his towel.

"Is that for me J...," you trail off and start to run your hands down his chest, stopping just short of reaching the towel. 

"Always," he manages to get out as you notice him shifting again and the bulge start to move around and get bigger. "I'm so hard for you right now, Baby. I could fuck you...so good," he says, leaning down to whisper the last two words in your ear. 

With wide eyes and using every single ounce of willpower you have, you kiss him quickly on the cheek and take a step back. "You know if we don't leave soon, we are going to be late," you say to him, sighing. 

"I can be quick," he grins. "Come on baby, let me make you feel good," he pleads. 

"Oh I know you can be quick," you say with a wink, overdramatic fake hurt washing over JJ, causing you to laugh.  "But we really don't have time right now," you say sadly. 

"But later?," JJ eagerly propositions you, smiling like a kid in a candy store.  

"You can bet your sweet ass on it," you say, smiling back just as hard. 

As you start to leave the bathroom so that he can finish getting ready, you remember that you came in here for a reason. "Oh hey! What did you want before when you called me in here?" you ask. 

"Oh, I just wanted you to shave my ass. I can't quite reach and thought you could just do it for me," he shrugs and says nonchalantly.  

You playfully roll your eyes and give him the "are you freaking serious right now" look, trying not to laugh and sigh. "Way to kill the mood, JJ, way to kill the mood," you say shaking your head as you walk out the door. 

"SO IS THAT A NO, BABE?," he jokingly shouts after you. 

"THAT'S A HELL NO BABY! YOU ARE GONNA NEED TO TAKE CARE OF THAT HAIRY BOOTY ON YOUR OWN!," you shout back, desperately trying to hold back a fit of giggles. 

"I can hear you laughing," he says chuckling, and walks out of the bathroom and sits down next to you on your bed. "For real though, will you? And my back too?," he seriously questions. 

"Yeah sure, J. Tomorrow though. We really gotta go," you say getting up and heading out the bedroom door. You turn back towards him and smile as he lets his towel drop and bite you lip once again. "You're lucky I love you," you say, smiling. 

"Don't I know it!," he grins, and spins around, shaking his naked booty towards you, letting everything hes got fly free. 

"My weirdo," you say sighing and shaking your head. He blows you a kiss and you smile and wink at him. "My weirdo," you laugh as you walk out the door. 

[poguegirl]

hey, don’t close your eyes

DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVE NOT SEEN SEASON 2

desc. when you are celebrating the pogues reuniting, rafe crashes the party with his gun

warnings. blood, angst, swearing

“WHOOO!”

JJ yelled as you shotgunned a beer inside the hot tub, having one hand up in the air from JJ holding it up in congratulations.

You threw the can away and yelled with your tongue out, everyone laughing amongst you. JJ hauled you up by your waist and held you there as you gripped onto his shoulders for more support. They all whooped and cheered.

The pogues were back baby.

In the next minute you were smoking a blunt Kie passed to you. Taking a hit as Pope rapped about school, “They say I come in the party and cause commotion, I’m smooth yeah, call me lotion.”

Everyone bursted into laughing fits as you clutched onto JJ’s arm and fell forwards giggling your ass off. He laughed alongside you and held you beside him as he bent his head down and kissed your shoulder blade. Him seeing you giddy and happy was always a gift to JJ.

You two had been dating for months now and they were the greatest months you could ask for. Even if you broke John B’s rule.

Time passed by before JJ and Pope were throwing punches at their shoulders sarcastically, each time they did you let out a small laugh.

“Go Pope!!” Kie cheered from beside you.

“Yeah JJ!” You grinned and held your arms up clapping.

JJ looked over to you and smiled with a wink, looking down and biting is lip before continuing his shenanigans. In seconds they were on the ground and wrestling. You whooped and hollered for JJ to win, but he lost to Pope.

“New technique!” John B laughed.

Pope nodded his head and grinned, standing he held his hand out for JJ to stand and waved goodbye as he headed off the beach. Shortly after, Kie stood and left to go and find him.

“Really?” Says Sarah as she subconsciously braids your hair.

“Oh yeah.”

“Way to be discreet!” Shouted JJ as they disappeared.

“I leave and this happens?” Asks John B as he looks between you and JJ accusingly. You smile and laugh as you look to JJ shrugging your shoulders and looking away jokingly.

“Are you blaming me?” JJ held his heart sarcastically.

“A little bit… oh, it’s beer time.” With that John B stood and left to get himself a drink.

Sarah and JJ continued to jokingly argue about pogue and pogue macking, disregarding you and JJ’s relationship. Soon after JJ stood and spoke with John B.

You looked down to your hands as Sarah hummed to herself before speaking, “Did you know me and John B got married?” You paused and turned to look up and her as she bit down her lip and grinned. “No fucking way.” Sarah nodded, “I mean not legally but…. yknow.” You smiled and sat back down, “That’s awesome Sarah, seriously.”

She laughed and said a thank you. The two deserved to be happy, they had both gone through so much together.

JJ and John B walk over again, the both of them wiping her eyes as if they had an emotional moment. You looked away and were about to make conversation before John B butt in, “Did you hear that?”

“What? Your chicken?” JJ thought out loud.

“I heard a car door.” He noted

JJ starts to cluck like a chicken and flap his arms as John B reaches over to cover his mouth with his hand to shut him up.

You sit up and look to the sound squeezing your eyes to look clearer, instantly you heard talking and stood. Shushing everyone you pointed to the tree as John B helped Sarah up. You started to climb right after her, JJ under you for support as you gained your footing.

“Go go go go” You ushered under your breath as you urged the boys to hurry, taking a seat on a branch quietly as you held onto the trunk. Shortly JJ emerged and took a seat on the branch in front of you.

Seconds later Rafe and Barry came, whispering words to each other as they crouched and held guns in their hands completely unaware that they were in the tree.

Your eyes welled up and you placed a hand over your mouth to stifle any sounds that crept up.

Barry stood and kicked the door open, holding his pistol up at gun point as he scanned the area for us. It was clear their objective was to kill us. Rafe stood by the bonfire, looking around. “Where the hell are you.” He yelled out.

Rafe paced around the fire mindlessly, picking his hands up and putting them on his neck.

JJ reached back and grabbed your knee, rubbing it to soothe your nerves in any way. Your gripped his hand tightly as your body shook.

Glass breaking made you jump as Barry stormed out of the house. “Anything?” Rafe asked, “No, there ain’t shit in there bro.” Barry answered angrily, “No? Nothing?” He yelled questionably, “No, nothing, Rafe.”

“They we’re obviously just here because of the smoke.” Noted Rafe. “Yeah, yeah, yeah great observation boy scout.” Barry taunted, “Well they’re not far yknow? They gotta be around here somewhere.”

It got quiet for a bit, tightening your hold on JJ’s hand before Rafe spoke again, “‘P4L’” He snorted and shook his head looking down, “Well shit.” He added “So your sister’s a pogue for life, huh, Rafe? Now who would’ve thought?” Barry taunted Rafe as he walked closer.

Rafe nodded his head rapidly as he squeezed his eyes shut and opened them again, “Shit!” Rafe yelled, “All right chill—“ Barry spoke.

You hear a gun shift off the safety and multiple gun shots ring through your ears as you feel a new hard pressure in your stomach. You could feel your heart beating in your ears, your breaths were uneven and short as time slowed.

“Chill! Chill chill chill your ass out, you’re gonna get us busted, dawg!” Barry’s shouts were hard to hear as all you could hear was your heart beating madly in your ears as time around you slowed.

“Let’s go Let’s go Let’s go…” Their voices faded as you blinked, looking down at your stomach. Your hand was clutching your body instinctively, slowly you forced your hand away and saw blood begin to bleed into your clothes.

You sucked in a deep breath as you swayed in your seat on the branch. “Y/n…… Y/n…… Hey! Hey, are you listening?” JJ’s voice would cut in as you looked up and found his eyes, instantly he caught on to your pale skin and ghostly eyes.

“Woah woah, hey, Y/n!” He grabbed your arm to stop you from falling backwards, “Let’s get down, cmon.” He eased you down as you never took your hand off from your stomach. He hopped down beside you and looked down to you.

“JJ..” Your voice croaked as your hand gripped as his shirt, your bloodied hands dirtying his clothes. “It hurts…” You muttered as you removed your hand from your side, the blood was much worse. It had expanded all around your shirt and blood was gushing from the it. Slowly you fall forwards as you felt your legs give out from under you.

JJ caught you and started to freak out himself, laying you on the ground as he shouted your name. John B and Sarah running over as they realized what was going on, quickly John B applied pressure to the wound as JJ gripped your face. “Stay with me!!” Yelled JJ as he began to cry. “Call an ambulance!” John B screamed to Sarah.

You’re sight was dizzy and beginning to darken. You found yourself looking at JJ, reaching your bloodied hand towards his face as you shakily wiped his tears as he continued to shout at you to stay awake.

“Please…. Fuck! Y/n stay with me!” He cried and gripped your cheeks tighter.

“I cant live anymore…. without you I have nothing!” JJ confessed through his never ending tears as John B remained silent, his own tears slipping from his eyes.

You managed a small smile and let tears fall down your cheeks. “I love you..” You coughed out blood as some remained on your lips, “P4L.” Whispering those words as your strength in your arm gave out and the hand on his cheek started to slip before he grabbed it and held it tightly, bringing it back to his cheek.

“No.. Y/n, look at me. Hey, don’t close your eyes, please.” He said quickly as your eyelids began to close. He shook your head in an attempt but they remained closed.

“…No… Fuck!” He sobbed out as he laid his head on your chest, his tears leaving stains.

The world around you stopped, your hearing stopped, your senses stopped, all there was left was nothing.

[fandom-monium]

Battle Tactics

Summary: In which multi-agency training exercises are a great place to make friends. Or enemies? “Ah, I think you just fell for me."

WC: 3.4k

TW: Spencer Reid x GN!Reader, fluff, meet cute??, Reid in his tactical vest 🥵, introducing ChaoticDumbass!Reader, kind of a crossover :D))

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"Reid… Reid… Reid, get up."

"Nooo..."

"Are you serious right now?" Derek raises an eyebrow as the young doctor curls back into the seat of the SUV. He shoots Emily a look. "Is he serious?"

She shrugs, snickering when Spencer hisses as the cloud-filtered sunlight of Brooklyn hits his face. "Can't blame him. This isn't exactly his playing field. Or should I say his lab?" 

Spencer groans.

He loves his team. Honestly. They're his best friends in the world, and he'd gladly hang out with them whenever he can, treasure every moment he could get. There's literally nothing he wouldn't do for them. He’d have their backs no matter what.

Except right now. 

He should've called in sick when he had the chance. Or better yet, quit on the spot. Yeah, that’ll show them, forcing him on this training exercise. Sadly, he used up his vacation days and he's about a week ahead of paperwork, so he’s fresh out of excuses. (And if he quit, he’d have no other friends but that’s beside the point.)

Sometimes being a genius truly is a curse, he laments.

Every year, Homeland Security hosts a multi-agency counter-terrorism drill. Every year it's a different state, different scenario, and the BAU doesn't always attend but when they do Spencer dreads having to make the trip. Like now. Was it wrong he hoped a case would come up on the ride here? He supposes no, since there was nothing. Not a last minute case from JJ or a call from Garcia interrupting the long walk to the plane. Apparently, serial killers just had to pause their streak for today. 

Stupid serial killers.

He’d take murderers any day than be in the parking lot of the abandoned bank, decked in his tactical vest and the comfiest pair of pants he owns⏤a worn out pair of slacks, but he's working with what he's got, okay? (He’s not about to waste money on athletic wear. Not like he has much use for them anyway.) His vest is tight against his chest. The wind needles through the fabric of his pants. He caught his reflection earlier; how is it that he still looks like a child playing pretend after all his time at the BAU? 

"Ha ha. Funny. But you wouldn't be thrilled either if you were outmatched by everyone around you, completely out of your element," he grumbles, plopping back into the seat, "Just crack a window and leave me here."

"Can't. Hotch’s friend from Homeland personally invited us this year so the drill's mandatory. Something about ‘improving interpersonal relations’," Derek says. Spencer almost smiles at his attempt at Hotch’s monotone voice. Then Derek crosses his arms, leans against the side of the car, and Spencer envies how effortlessly cool he looks. He looks like he belongs here. "And you'll turn into a giant french fry if we leave you here."

"Literally the middle of winter but sure. Now if I were to bake in the car, it'd have to be the middle of summer and with the windows closed it would have to reach over 200 degrees. Although the highest it’s been in Brooklyn recorded⏤"

"Reid, get out of the car or I will carry you myself."

"… Can you?"

"Reid."

“Morgan.”

“Man, if you don’t get your ass up…”

Spencer rolls his eyes, "Ugh, fine." He lands on the asphalt with a thump, adjusting the strap of his bag over his shoulder. He trails after Derek and Emily.

"Hey, look on the bright side," She says as they push their way inside, wading through the sea of navy windbreakers. They pay them no mind, agents standing around, waiting for further instructions. 

Worst. Convention. Ever. 

Spencer grimaces. "What bright side? I'm surrounded by peers who are about to witness my physical ineptitude in person."

"Don't say that! You’re an essential part of this team."

"I appreciate the thought, Emily, but the majority of serial killers don't have an understanding of law enforcement procedures or squad formations."

“Don’t worry,” She jostles his shoulder, offering him a smile, “If it makes you feel better, I doubt we’ll be assigned the more active positions.”

Spencer nods absentmindedly, doing his best to keep his head down. She’s right; there are two active positions for the training exercise, terrorists and strike team members. With the federal departments gathered here today, the probability is at least 30% or less, and that’s without external factors…

“And as long as we stick together you should be fine,” She adds before following Derek. 

Of course. Leave it to Emily to keep her head straight, even in a room full of federal agents. Most of them seasoned veterans with decades of experience. Probably.

Yeah, he’ll be fine. So long as he’s got his team, so long as he doesn’t draw attention to himself, he’ll be okay. 

“Thanks, Emily, I actually do feel better and you're gone.” Spencer turns, the space next to him empty. He huffs; she probably went off with Derek to sign in. Wherever that is. 

With an exasperated sigh, Spencer steels himself, dragging himself in the last general direction Derek headed. He weaves through ATF, US Marshals, ICE, tugging his windbreaker closer, hoping to see familiar black hair, or a bald head, or even JJ's blond ponytail. But between the tactical vests and uniform jackets almost everyone looks the same, and he suddenly feels stranded. 

Then he does one of the many things he hoped to avoid: he trips.

He's glancing over his shoulder, catching a glimpse of who he thinks is Derek when it happens. If he tripped on himself or on uneven tiling he can't say, because before he realizes it the room tips on its axis. His vision blurs. His life flashes before his eyes. One second people are upright, next they’re at a 45 degree angle. This is it, he realizes, mortified. Less than an hour at the drill site, and he’s about to embarrass himself in front of colleagues. He can see Derek's disappointment, shaking his head as his "pretty boy" title is swept from under him by the polished, marble floor. 

Who the hell decided to clean before a counter-terrorism drill? Unrealistic. 

Accepting fate, Spencer shuts his eyes, grabbing blindly. He catches a railing. 

Or the rail catches him? Fabric wrinkles under his grip, hands clutching his forearms. Spencer’s eyes shoot open.

“Ah, I think someone just fell for me,” You smirk down at him, eyes glinting with mischief as you cradle him between your arms. 

His ears grow hot, and he shakes his head, “What? No, that-that’s not⏤” 

“I’m kidding,” Your tone is less teasing and more soft when you ask, “You okay?”

… He is now. 

Like everyone, your tactical vest is fitted over your chest, your navy windbreaker unbuttoned, but what draws Spencer's attention is the police badge printed on the breast. Although your hands (gentle, he realizes with his heart in his throat) burn through his sleeves, and his usual repulsion for touch hits him as he all but rips himself from you, startling you. "Sorry! Sorry. Yes, I’m fine, thank you,” He ducks his head, embarrassed. 

You chuckle. 

Huh. Weird. Normally strangers laugh at him, but with the way your eyes gleam and your lips quirk up slightly, he’s not so sure. You look at him like you’re childhood friends, your smile easy and familiar, and for a second he questions if you actually met before.

Spencer scoffs. Impossible. He’d definitely remember a face like yours.

"No problem," Your smile turns into a toothy grin. You wave at him. "Detective (Your Name) (Your Last Name), NYPD."

 If he’s disappointed you don’t offer your hand, he doesn’t mention it. “Doctor Spencer Reid.”

“Doctor? Do people actually get injured at these things?” 

“Actually paintball game related injuries are higher than you'd expect, with 94% of injuries inflicted on males. But no, I'm not a medical doctor,” He swallows, trying to shove his heart back into place. You’re just a person. No need to be nervous. “Though I'm surprised they allowed the local police to participate this year.”

You tilt your head. “Why?”

“Statistically, police don't have the best track record during drills, specifically infiltration missions,” he says with full confidence, instinctively going off into a tangent. Infamous cases, recent statistics. He may not excel at physical activity, but if there’s one thing he knows it’s facts.

But his voice dies painfully, heart plummeting as your bright grin dwindles. “… Yeah. After our scores from last year's tactical village, we were asked to sub for the DoD,” You reason, shoulders tense and smile forced. Defensive. 

“Oh, I hope I didn’t offend you! I’m sure you did great⏤”

“Right,” Your eyes narrow and Spencer winces at your clipped tone. You bare your teeth. He shrinks back. “You know what, Doctor? You can take your stats, and shove it up your butt because my squad and I are going to win this thing.”

“That’s not how these drills work,” He says meekly.

“Don’t care,” You grind out before stalking off.

Brow furrowed, he calls after you, “What if we end up on the same side?” 

“Winning this thing!” You don’t bother to look over your shoulder, while Spencer’s slump in defeat, watching helplessly as your back disappears in the crowd.

At some point Derek materializes behind him. “Hey, there you are! Come on, I saved you a seat,” Spencer feels himself being tugged away. Beside him, Derek raises an eyebrow suggestively. “I saw you talking to that pretty officer. Did you get their number?”

“Uhhh no. Something else.”

“Oh?”

“Their animosity?”

“... Oh?”

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Spencer thinks if the universe was a person, he’d definitely⏤to quote the Great Penelope Garcia⏤throw hands with them, because this is ridiculous. 

It’s one thing to be forced to participate in the training exercise. To not get interrupted by cases that should have come up. 

It’s another to be put into Strike Team: Alpha. 

He couldn’t have been in a worse position.

Spencer swore his soul left his body, nearly sliding off his chair when they were assigned as strike team with the US Marshals. Meaning more walking, more running, and more gunfire. To make matters worse, he was split from his team, unable to do anything but trade helpless glances with Emily as he headed to his sector. At least his team leader, a senior Marshal, was sympathetic enough to assign him on perimeter check, leaving him at one of the upper level staircases. Away from the main entrances.

Or maybe that was to get him out of the way. That makes way more sense.

He slouches against the wall, resting on the wide platform below the flight of the stairs leading up to the next floor. His radio crackles low at his hip, and he ignores most of the muffled check-ins as he lets his mind wander. Not like anyone’s coming to him anyway.

He should be grateful, he supposes. In spite of his terrible luck today, so far his experience hasn’t been that bad. 

Well, aside from you. 

Guilt shoots through him as he recalls your pursed lips and indignant expression. He had sat a few rows behind you during the intro, catching the way your squad slouched when you were assigned as this year's hostages. All you guys have to do is sit around, wait to be rescued. Or shot up with paintballs. Whichever comes first. Lucky.

Although, contrary to your team, Spencer's certain he saw you square your shoulders, and he imagines your eyes burning with frustration, not having the chance to spite him. That is, if you still even care about that. He cringes, another pang of guilt hitting him. He really didn’t mean to upset you. Perhaps he should apologize.

For what? He only made a statement based on statistics. The facts don’t lie!

But he offended you.

He was right. He shouldn't have to apologize for that.

…He definitely has to apologize.

Spencer shakes his head. What's he thinking? He’s not Derek. He can’t just walk up to you after what happened. And he’s seen your coworkers; your sergeant could fold him like a lawn chair and the dark, curly-haired woman has daggers for eyes. No doubt she’s carrying one too. Hell, you probably forgot his name already, pushed the whole ordeal to the back of your mind. 

His chest aches at the possibility. It's the guilt, he tells himself. He’s been told he's a people pleaser.

Lost in thought, he barely catches his radio spit out, “Repeat: hostages⏤uh⏤terrorists? Moving now⏤”

He sighs, pushing off the wall. No point in dwelling on you. You’re strangers. Your opinion shouldn’t matter to him. 

“⏤Alpha⏤top floor⏤move in⏤” 

He straightens his vest. Yes, just forget about it like you probably did. It's not like the team attends every year. (No, he's not disheartened by the thought.)

Above, rapid gunfire echoes down the hall, shouted orders barely reaching him. 

Besides, he thinks albeit bittersweet, unholstering his standard issued glock. He doubts he'll ever see you again. What are the chances of you two bumping into each other again⏤

“I call the stairs!” 

… No. He whirls around, looking up in time to see you full sprinting, not even pausing as you hurl yourself from the top of the stairs. The flight of stairs he happens to be standing at the bottom of. Oh⏤

“Shit⏤” You’re thrown off balance, your form contorting from an athlete's confidence to Spencer-level clumsiness. He doesn't need a 187 IQ to know you'll injure yourself.

Without thinking, he throws open his arms. His gun clatters to the floor.

And regret and you slam into him full force, the both of you grunting from the impact. Spencer's reminded of the first time you met, thrown off his feet, the room tilting. But while you caught him with grace and assurance, this is a mess of limbs as he awkwardly curls his body under you, shielding you, and he swears he skids a couple feet as his back hits the floor, knocking the wind out of him. He lays there, unmoving. 

“Oh god, are you okay?” You wail, scrambling off to kneel beside him. “No, of course not, I just body-slammed you. Do you have a concussion? How many fingers am I holding up?”

He stares up at you, bleary-eyed.

With a string of curses, you brush his hair out of his face as you check for injuries, your fingertips rough and palm lined with calluses. He groans. If this was anyone else, he'd flinch away, maybe even push them off himself as he recites the amount of germs that transfer from touch alone, but for some reason he leans into yours. He’d probably welcome it too if the room would just stop spinning. Though, at least the sound of gunfire seems to have died out. Or is it the ringing in his ears? 

Then the scent of dark roast wafts through his nose and he smiles faintly; you get coffee breath, just like him.

“Hey, Doc, stay with me,” You move to his head, mistaking his smile for delirium. You lean over him. “Come on, say something. Anything. Hell, talk statistics to me,” You heh, despite the situation. 

In your haste, you miss the flash of annoyance that crosses his face. First he trips into your arms, then you literally sweep him off his feet, and now you have the audacity to laugh at him? Blinking away his daze, Spencer decides it’s his turn. For once, even just for today, he wants to throw you off. 

“I…” He flinches, pain shooting through his skull as you begin to gently lift his head into your lap. You hum, listening, and he, conjuring his inner Derek, tries to lay on the charm. His voice comes out scratchy⏤the struggle to breath is real⏤but it’s all he’s got, and he hopes it’s enough as he wheezes, “I think you just fell for me.”

You drop him. He yelps as the back of his head meets tile again.

“Sorry! Sorry...”

“It’s fine,” Spencer hisses. Lucky for him, you hadn’t raised him too far off the floor. He sits up, cradling the back of his head. “I kind of deserved that.”

“Yes, you did,” Finally getting a good look at you, he feels a mix of satisfaction and pride wash over him, your expression all flustered. To think he had it in him. Derek would be proud.

But your breaths are ragged, your chest rises and falls, and he deflates, realizing he didn't do anything. You bolted down the hall. You're just exhausted.

He squashes his dismay, clearing his throat, "Listen, I’m sorry about before. I know you and your team were amazing. You’d have to be if you were invited here.” You stare him down, eyes wide and unblinking like bright spotlights, and he tugs at his collar, feeling hot all of a sudden. He hadn't moved from his position, so why does he feel like he ran a marathon? He rushes to fill your silence. “I-I wasn’t trying to be condescending or anything! It’s just I'm not great with people, and I didn't want to be here and maybe I subconsciously took that out on you and⏤"

"Okay."

Spencer pauses. "Okay?"

He blinks up at you, taken aback as you stand, dusting yourself off. You shrug, "You don't have to explain. I probably could’ve reacted better too, but I’m used to people looking down on us as cops, and it didn't help that everyone here outranks us. So apology accepted." 

You offer your hand to him. He doesn't hesitate, taking it as he returns your smile. "Besides, I just tackled you. I think we're even,” You add, pulling him to his feet. You have the sense to look guilty, sending him a sheepish look. "So, you alright? You need me to take you to the medics?"

Well, only if you want to. He shakes his head. He’s not Derek. He could never. "No, I think I can manage from here, thank you.”

But as you step back and turn away, it’s then Spencer realizes he doesn’t want you to leave. He wants to keep talking to you. 

The thought almost gives him whiplash. 

You’re strangers, maybe a little more at this point, he almost laughs. But you’re the most interesting person he’s met in a long time, and Spencer thinks he wouldn’t mind getting body-slammed if it meant he got to chat with you for a moment. And as he wrestles with himself, trying to figure out what could possibly make you stay now that he’s just cut off his best chance at you doing so, you turn back to face him. 

“Hey, you’re sure you’ll be fine?”

He gazes at you, perplexed. “Yeah, why?”

“No reason,” You eye him, and he fights back a blush. He runs a self-conscious hand through his hair. “So hypothetically, if I shot you in the chest, you wouldn’t need me to carry you to the medical tent?”

“No? Although, that's an oddly specific hypothetical⏤ow!” He recoils, and before he even registers the sharp sting against his sternum, you’re lowering your weapon. He looks at you, eyes filled with betrayal. “Why?”

For theatrics, you blow out the nozzle, as if the gun was smoking. “Didn’t you hear? We rose up against the terrorists. We’re the villains now.” You flash him a wolfish grin as you start backing away, “Told you we’re going to win this thing.”

“Again, that’s not how these drills work!” He shouts after you. 

“And like I said before: don’t care,” You wave at him over your shoulder, before breaking into a sprint. “See you around, Doctor!”

Spencer cranes his neck, watching as you leap down the next flight of stairs, and he can’t deny the way his heart warms when you notably check the bottom first. You disappear into the next floor. He doesn’t try to follow you.

Then his chest aches and he grimaces, palming the spot where you hit him. His hand pulls away, covered in neon paint, and he glances down. 

Huh. Would you look at that? 

You shot him in the heart.

Oh shit.

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AN: Hallo! Any facts or stats Reid spat are superficial google searches, so pls do not take them seriously!

Did yall figure out what the crossover is?? Its obvious but not really 💁 If you know, you know :D i plan to make it more crossover-y later :)))

I like to think that while Spencer is great in the field, he’s the type of genius that believes once he’s memorized it he doesn’t need to practice, so he hates training and simulations. ESPECIALLY if it involves the other departments bc most of the time he’s younger, less experienced, and/or physically weaker compared to other agents. Not to mention he’s awkward :]

If you noticed, i was trying to adopt one of my fav author’s writing style. she’s v straightforward so i hope i captured that part 😌

PART 2??

[pixelated-pogues]

Candle Shopping (j.m)

Prompt: “Why do you need so many candles?” “It’s Autumn.” “That’s why?” “Yes dumbass.” Pairing: JJ Maybank x reader Requested by: anon Word Count: 240 ------------------

"Wait, JJ, this one or this one?" you ask, gently shoving two more candles in front of his face. "I can't decide because I love them both." His eyes involuntary roll at you before he takes a short whiff of both.

"I like that one," he tells you honestly, pointing at the teakwood scented candle. "Why do you need so many candles anyway?" His hand gestures to the basket hanging from his arm, which already holds four candles that you picked out.

"It's Autumn," you shrug nonchalantly, sliding the candle he'd chosen into the basket. Your eyes scan over the endless plethora of options while he stares at you in genuine wonder.

"That's why?" he presses, adjusting the heavy basket to his other arm. "The season is to blame for the candle obsession?"

"Yes dumb ass," you affirm, lifting another candle to your nose before it crinkles in disgust. "Tis the season of oversized sweaters and boyfriend scented candles."

"Boyfriend scented candles?" he whispers to himself, completely unsure as to what that means. "Babe, why do you need boyfriend scented candles when there's enough of me to go around?" One glance at the genuine confusion on his face has your heart melting.

"You're so cute," you giggle, kissing his cheek. His eyebrows furrow at the lack of explanation, but he simply shrugs it off, taking time to look for his own candle to buy to see what all the hype is about.

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A/N: Candle shopping with JJ is just *chefs kiss*

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