#team emotional imcompetence

[give-bucky-his-boyfriend-back]

Average Sam and Dean Team Up:

Dean: Hey let's take on this case which forces us to work through our current emotional problems since we're both too repressed to talk about it

Sam: Hell yes

Average Cas and Dean Team Up:

Cas: So...you're telling me I have to wear this cowboy hat as a disguise

Dean, totally unbiased and not being bisexual about it in any way whatsoever: Yes it's absolutely essential

Average Sam and Cas Team Up:

Sam: So we have to fight this llama that shoots lasers out of it's eyes, what seems like the most logical sollution?

Cas: Oh that's easy, we'll just have to transform you into an even bigger llama that shoots even bigger lasers out of it's eyes. That way you can defeat it.

Sam: Great! I'll look up the spell. Also don't tell Dean

[doctor-spencer-ried]

Just a Crush V

Pairing: Spencer Reid X Reader

Hanahaki Disease AU

Summary: Tensions build and snap. Emily is a good friend.

Warning: Short graphic description of sickness

Masterlist ~ Part 5 (Word count: 1843)

A/N: In this story, the disease can develop very quickly for the sake of time and plot. Also, my knowledge of behavioral analysis is limited to this show and my Forensic class, so there may be holes and incorrect analysis.

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You rush back to the hotel, not even noticing how late it has gotten, with the flower tucked safely away in a plastic bag in your purse. The team needs to hear about this. Maybe you’ll finally be able to catch this guy.

Confusion stops you when you rush into the hotel and see your team all pacing in the lobby. Your eyes gravitate immediately to Spencer who seems the most agitated of the group. He’s running his hands through his hair, face a mix of conflicting emotions.

“What’s going on?” You ask hesitantly, but everyone hears you.

Spencer’s head snaps to you so quickly that you worry he might hurt himself. Almost immediately he is right in front of you, hands wrapping around your shoulders and holding you in a deadly grip, like you might disappear.

“Where have you been?”

You peer up at him with wide eyes, worried by the sharp edge in his voice and the wild look in his eyes.

“I, I went for a, for a walk,” you answer tentatively, trying to pull away from him.

He’s not acting normal and it’s scaring you. Sure, Spencer gets worried about you sometimes, but he’s never been like this. He almost looks angry. Why?

“Why?” He presses.

“Spencer,” Emily tries to cut in.

He blatantly ignores her, “You shouldn’t be out on a walk when your sick like this. It’s too dangerous!”

“But I found somethi-“

“Something could have happened to you.”

You finally break away from his grip and wrap your arms around yourself to disguise the tremor that runs through you. A frown tugs at your lips because of his interrupting, condescending words.

“Like what, huh?” You snap back at him defensively, voice shaking, “I’m a grown woman, Spencer, I can do what I want.” Your chest aches.

He scowls at you, “We’re chasing a serial killer who’s rapidly devolving. He could have abducted or killed you.”

“That’s against his M.O. and you know it.”

“Spencer.” It’s Hotch this time, and he actually gets a reaction from the young doctor.

“She put herself in danger! She can’t work this case Hotch, she’s not in the right state of mind.”

Anger boils up in your chest. How dare he? How dare he treat you like an impotent child? Who is he to say whether or not you're in the right state of mind to be working this case? It’s because of you that there’s new evidence, a new lead! The emotions bubble up into your stinging throat.

“Stop treating me like a child,” you seethe, drawing the attention of everyone back to you. “You have no right to be acting this way.”

“I wouldn’t be acting this way if you hadn’t acted like a imcompetent, defiant juvenile,” Spencer huffs, crossing his arms over his chest.

The tension in the room is palpable. You could cut it with a knife. Everyone in the lobby has their eyes on the two of you. Strangers are staring. Spencer is glaring at you. The team is shocked into silence.

You suck in a deep breath, planning on telling him off, but the only thing that comes out is a broken, inhuman sound like a guttural cough and sob combined, that you try to quiet with you hand. Tears build up in your eyes and you take a step back.

An immediate shift is noticeable on Spencer’s face. Regret and worry replace his irritation.

He reaches towards you, mouth open like he’s about to apologize, but you don’t stay to listen. You shove him out of the way as you book it to the stairs. You don’t even hear the shouts from behind you, concern from Emily and anger from Morgan.

You lungs ache as you take the stairs two at a time, already at a loss of breath from the gagging coughs and sobs that erupt from your chest. Tears blur your vision.

How could he say something like that? How could gentle, intelligent Spencer say something so stupid and hurtful? You’ve only ever been kind to him. You go out of your way to nice to him! And he turns around to treat you like this?!

You can barely still your hands long enough to unlock your room, missing the key hole a few times before finally shoving it in and twisting.

Your legs barely carry you as you stumble into the room, not even bothering to turn on the lights.

It’s hard to breathe. It’s hard to think. Everything is consumed by the pain blossoming in your chest and throat.

The tiles are cold under your knees as you collapse in the bathroom next to the toilet. Your entire body curls into itself as you retch violently. Your knuckles turn white to match the porcelain gripped under your fingers. You can’t breathe, like your throat is blocked. The bitter taste of iron and bile invades your mouth, burns your throat. You gag on it, stomach convulsing again even though there is nothing left.

“(Y/n)?!”

You gulp down air, feeling light headed and shaky as you pull away from the toilet, blood dripping from your lips. Your eyes drift to the side where you see a blurry figure coming closer.

“(Y/n), are you okay?” The voice is distinctly female.

“Emily,” you wheeze, more tears dripping down your chin as you reach out to her.

She crouches beside you, arms wrapping around your trembling frame. You clutch at the back of her shirt, sobs now being the only thing wracking your body since there’s nothing left to cough up.

“Why would he, why would, why would he say those things?” You ask between sobs and hiccups.

She hushes you and rubs your back. It takes a few minutes for you to calm down fully. Your breath comes in little gasps and your still shaking, but you pull away from her to wipe at your eyes.

“(Y/n)...”

You look up to her questioningly, only to see that her wide-eyed stare is locked on the toilet. Your gaze followers hers and you see why she looks so unnerved. Bloody roses and petals are scattered everywhere along with copious amounts of blood. Your pale face falls blank at the sight.

“You have-“

“Hanahaki disease. Yah, I know.” The words are hollow and raspy. “It’s progressing pretty fast too.”

Emily’s eyes snap to you, her mouth agape.

“This could-“

“Kill me?”

Your eyes meet, and you can’t help but shrug. The overwhelming emotions seem to have drained out of you, leaving you feeling exhausted. Why should you care anymore, anyways? Now you know how Spencer feels, so there’s no point in even trying anymore.

“Can you help me to my bed?”

She nods, too shocked to say anything. You flush the toilet before she leads you out to the bedroom. You’ll have to clean the rim later, but at least most of it’s gone now.

Emily finally speaks up when she eases you down onto the mattress. “How long have you known?”

“Just a few days. Since the latest crime scene.”

“And it’s already this bad?”

“It’s different for everyone. I read of one case where someone developed full flowers within hours.”

You push yourself towards the headboard, resting your head against the cool wood.

“Its Spencer, isn’t it?”

You laugh, but it’s dry and humorless. “You mean the guy who just criticized and belittled me in front of everyone down there? Yup.”

She’s quiet, which you don’t mind. Everything aches now and you really just want to sleep for once. The thought of doing anything else right now seems impossible. You allow your eyes to close, taking a deep breath. It’s easier to breathe now.

“What are you going to do?”

The words are soft, scared. Why is she scared? You’re the one who’s dying.

“Hm?”

“What are you going to do, (y/n)? We can’t let you die!”

“What do you suppose I do?” You ask her, opening an eye to a slit so you can see her.

“Isn’t there a surgery or something?”

Your eyes snap open at that and you wheeze out, “No, that’s not an option.”

“Why?” She looks at you in confusion.

You struggle to sit upright, breathing becoming unstable again, “You don’t understand Em! Do you know the side effects of that surgery?! It takes away your emotions! I’d never be able to feel this, to feel love, again! I’d rather be in pain every day than to suffer like that! I’d rather die!”

“Okay, okay! Please calm down!” She pushes you back against the pillow, eyebrows drawn up in worry and fear.

You purse your lips. She doesn’t deserve to see this part of you. She’s trying to help, trying to find a solution. You’ve already looked, and you know there’s only two. The surgery or the reciprocation  of your love, neither of which are going to happen. You know that for sure after what just happened downstairs.

“Sorry Em.”

“It’s okay,” She accepts the apology readily. “We need to tell the others, hold on, let me call Hotch.”

Just as she’s about to stand and pull out her phone, you reach out and grab her arm.

“Don’t.”

“But (y/n)!”

“He can’t know,” you whisper, looking at her pleadingly.

“But Hotch and Morgan-“

“Them either. I’ll get pulled off the team, Em.”

“(Y/n), your sick, like actually sick. You need medical help.”

“There’s no other cure. Just please, let me finish this case. I need to catch this son of a gun.”

She’s silent for many moments, and you fear she might tell them anyways. You know you’re asking a lot of her, but you need to do this. She has to understand that.

“if you push yourself too hard, I will tell them.”

“Okay, I promise, I’ll take it slow,” you easily agree..

She nods, seemingly content with the answer. You think for a moment that she’s about to leave, but instead she shuffles closer to sit beside you.

“You know, as soon as you left, Morgan started ripping Reid a new one.”

“Really?” You giggle tiredly at the image of Morgan shouting at Spencer. “Serves him right.”

Emily laughs along with you, and you relax even further against the pillows. It's nice to know she’s going to treat you the same way she always has. You were a little worried you had scared her off with the sickness and attitude. You really didn’t mean to snap at her.

“Thank you, Emily.”

She raises an eyebrow, as if my words are a surprise to her.

“You’ve done and are doing a lot to help me. I really appreciate it. You’re a good friend.” You speak earnestly, turning your body to face her. “A better friend than I deserve after snapping like that.”

“Don’t worry about it. I’m an FBI agent, I have thick skin,” she sends you a joking wink, “I’m going to stick by you through this. Anything you need, I’m here for you.”

“Thank you,” You repeat softly, smiling.

Part 6

[o0nobodyshallknow0o]

YASSSSSS YES ABSOLUTELY

Average Sam and Dean Team Up:

Dean: Hey let's take on this case which forces us to work through our current emotional problems since we're both too repressed to talk about it

Sam: Hell yes

Average Cas and Dean Team Up:

Cas: So...you're telling me I have to wear this cowboy hat as a disguise

Dean, totally unbiased and not being bisexual about it in any way whatsoever: Yes it's absolutely essential

Average Sam and Cas Team Up:

Sam: So we have to fight this llama that shoots lasers out of it's eyes, what seems like the most logical sollution?

Cas: Oh that's easy, we'll just have to transform you into an even bigger llama that shoots even bigger lasers out of it's eyes. That way you can defeat it.

Sam: Great! I'll look up the spell. Also don't tell Dean

[livrelady]

#these idiots I swear to god#tfw#team free will#destiel#spn#supernatural#sam winchester#in order:#team emotional imcompetence#team homoerotic tension#team lack of executive functioning (X)

Average Sam and Dean Team Up:

Dean: Hey let's take on this case which forces us to work through our current emotional problems since we're both too repressed to talk about it

Sam: Hell yes

Average Cas and Dean Team Up:

Cas: So...you're telling me I have to wear this cowboy hat as a disguise

Dean, totally unbiased and not being bisexual about it in any way whatsoever: Yes it's absolutely essential

Average Sam and Cas Team Up:

Sam: So we have to fight this llama that shoots lasers out of it's eyes, what seems like the most logical sollution?

Cas: Oh that's easy, we'll just have to transform you into an even bigger llama that shoots even bigger lasers out of it's eyes. That way you can defeat it.

Sam: Great! I'll look up the spell. Also don't tell Dean