#in all honesty I don't think I'm actually ready to leave before I have to

[reiderwriter]

Dirty Cops

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Summary: With a dirty cop killing women in the BDSM community running loose you and Spencer have to devise an equally dirty plan to catch him in the act.

Warnings: Kintober Day 22 - S&M, BDSM themes, public sex, oral sex, exhibitionism, bathroom sex, interrupted sex (both of them are cockblocked by the job).

A/N: I'M BACK! Sorry for the delay. This is the fic that has been beating my ass for about two weeks now. I fear I put too much detail into the case, and now I'm 6k words deep into a part one of a fic that should've been a 3k standalone.... oops! I hope you enjoy~

You sat in your office hands on your forehead as you desperately searched for the solution to your problems. 12 women, 12 homicides that VICAP had just spotted were easily similar. All in the same jurisdiction, and yet no connections made by their police force.

Something was going on in Tampa, and you needed to get to the bottom of it before another person died. 

You supposed it didn't really help that some of the women had died in some pretty unorthodox ways. Strangulation, blunt force trauma, evidence of rope burns, and having been held hostage but not for long. Things your team was familiar with, but local detectives usually couldn't stomach.

As the BAU's brand new liaison officer, you got the job of convincing the local law enforcement to invite you in. They certainly weren't making it easy for you. 

"Listen, I'm telling you there's something here, sir, if you'd just check the case files. We're only trying to help."

"You're trying to stick your nose in my departments business because you think your fancy FBI agents can handle my cases better than me." 

"Sir, with all due respect -" 

"Fine, you think you can come find whoever whacked these street whores you come and do it." You took in a sharp breath and paused, trying to make sure if you were hearing him correctly. 

"What do you mean by whores, Captain? Choose your words very carefully." The warning was a bonus, knowing your voice had already done such a 180 he was probably regretting his previous word choices. As far as you knew none of the victims were wex workers. They mainly had office jobs or were even stay ah hone mom's.

"Each and every one of these women were jezebel's. Cheating, doing dirty things while showing their faces in church. They attended a certain establishment, not a Christian one, if you understand what I'm telling you, Miss." 

"It's Agent, actually, and if you ever leave these details out of a case file ever again, I'll make sure to have your badge pinned up on my wall like a hunting trophy. Are we clear, Captain?" He stuttered out a yes, but you cut him off quickly. 

"My team and I will arrive later today. Expect us for lunch." You said, slamming the receiver down and finally releasing a huff of breath you'd been saying for emergencies. 

A whistle from the door finally draws your attention after a few minutes. 

"Okay, Y/N," JJ clapped, looking impressed. "Who pissed you off?" 

"Just the Captain at the precinct who just very politely invited us to consult on our next case." You threw the file in her direction as she set down the coffee she'd bought you, picking it up to peruse it. "Where's Hotch? I need to tell him we've got to go now before they change their minds." 

"You know you want to say it," she teased as you began walking out of the office to find your elusive boss. 

"Ha. Sure. Wheels up in 30, Jennifer." She raised her coffee in a salute to you as you finally took off, getting ready to go to war against an unhelpful police precinct. 

–X– 

With all the time you don't have, you end up briefing the team on the jet. You have to stand and grab the edge of the table as you try not to pace up and down the aisle. 

"Twelve victims, all women between the ages of 20 to 28. He's crossing race lines, so I don't think they're placeholders." In all honesty, this case had pissed you off. 

Twelve dead women and no one seemed to care until you phoned the department up yourself when VICAP flagged it all with you. Half of the cases had been closed for lack of evidence, and the other half so poorly investigated that you knew it was only a matter of time before they got boxed up and shelved too. 

"The general public in Zephyrhills doesn't even know they have a serial killer. No one is being told to exert caution. There's no local press on this either." 

"It says that these women were all killed, but there's no viable DNA they could pick up?" Morgan asks, looking up at you. 

"That's right, no DNA evidence can be lifted, but spermicide was found on three of the victims." 

"So our unsub was wearing a condom. He came prepared, and we were dealing with a serial rapist who has bridged into murdering his victims." 

"There was no spermicide found on the other nine victims?" Emily looks up at you from her place at the small table. 

"No. Rape test kits weren't run on any of the other victims because, quote: 'it was pretty obvious what had happened.' The precinct waited too long to collect the DNA evidence  and now we don't have enough to locate, let alone prosecute an unsub based on DNA."

The whole team shared in your stressed look then, sending you matching sympathetic glances as they suddenly understood the herculean task you'd taken on trying to convince the locals to invite you in. 

Not noticing the awkward silence that fell on the group, Spencer spoke up quickly from his place, standing beside you. 

"You know, Zephyrhills is only about an hour away from Tampa. Tampa is the number one hook up spot in the US. It's residents boast on average 14 orgasms a month instead of the nationwide average of 12.5." He seemed pleased with the knowledge he'd just let everyone in on, as you looked back on him.

"Right. So our guy is trying to get his rocks off to out gun the rest of the country. Thanks, Spencer." 

"It's relevant. It's says in the casefile here that three of our victims were last spotted on the highway making their way to Tampa, but then their bodies were found dumped in Zephyrhills. What if he's following them?"

"Spencer has a point, but if he's following them, what gets them to turn around? The cars were found abandoned in Zephyrhills, too, none of these women made it to Tampa." Hotch adds, and you make eye contact with him as your next thought comes to you. 

"What could get someone to stop on a highway?" You ask, the question so simple, every single one of them knew the answer before you'd even finished asking.

"A cop." JJ filled in, and you all sat silently as you realised how dangerous this next case could truly be. 

"We're about an hour out from arrival, everyone get some rest for now, I'm going to make a call to the nearest FBI Field Office, see if any of this is on their radar."

You slunked back to your seat at the back of the jet and sat down again, trying to get comfy but ending up just shifting multiple times in your seat.

Spencer joined you, sitting beside you, so close you could feel his eyes on you as your leg began to bounce. He put his hand over it and, with a strong hand, stilled the movement. 

"Y/N, you did a good job connecting these cases." His voice was meek and calming, and you'd generally very much appreciate it if his hand weren't sending your body through some serious loops right then. 

Your leg was on fire where he was touching you, his hand hot even through the fabric of your clothes. But when he pulled the hand away, watching your legs for any further tremors, you felt the need to snatch it back and replace it on your leg, certain that it would sooth the burning once more. 

You snapped yourself out of it quickly. If you were thinking this way about Spencer of all people, then you really needed to get laid. 

"Tampa's population consists of 43% singles, you know. Good statistics for getting laid." You twisted your head around to meet his eyes again.

"Tell me I didn't say that outloud." But his small smile dashed your hopes as you realised you just admitted to feeling incredibly horny because of his hand on your knee. 

"If it's any consolation, I'm definitely the only one who heard it." His hand fell back to your thigh, and you twitched as it did, but you didn't move him. 

"Fucking floridians and their goddamn 14 orgams a month," you muttered under your breath, hoping that he wasn't paying any attention to you now, seeing as how he'd opened up a book to hold in one hand. 

"Lucky if I get even one and Florida man has 14 in him." You continue mumbling as you try to get cosy, closing your eyes and moving your head to find a comfortable position. 

“You definitely said that one out loud.” He laughed, and you threw up your middle finger while letting your head fall back and your body take the rest it needed. 

Without opening your eyes, you decided you needed the last word, a phenomenon you often found occurring in Spencer’s presence. 

“A gentleman would pretend to not have heard that, Spencer.”

“I’m not a gentleman.” Annoyance prickled you at his reply, but you were too tired to say anything more as you caught up with the sleep that had been evading you for weeks. 

–X–

Your landing in Florida comes almost too soon, and Hotch delegates tasks before you’ve even had the chance to properly get your feet beneath you after so long in the sky. 

This case was becoming more of a mindfield with each of the pieces of information you’d received. Upon getting off of his call with the FBI Field Office closest to Zephryhills, Hotch had informed the team about an ongoing investigation into the police captain’s wife, whose pseudo-Christian church group were spewing vitriol about damn near every group you could think of. 

“Religious discrimination, racism, sexism, homophobia and some pretty screwed up views of basically everything else, too.” Penelope had informed the group, pulling up the files that had been sent to her.

“It seems their most recent project is… Oh, how relevant. An adult establishment just opened up on the outskirts of Tampa, right on the highway that connects it to Zephyrhills. And from the boasts of the club owner on social media, it seems he’s telling anyone who listens that he’s not going to get shut down because the police are his main clientele.” 

She sent through links to some of the posts to your iPads, and you angled the thing towards Spencer so he could take in the new information as well. 

“Could we be looking at a religious motive to the murders? You said that the police captain called these women Jezebels. The name is biblical, she was a Queen who worshipped a false god and was defenestrated because of it, but over time, the uncapitalised jezebel, as you know, tended to refer to women with loose morals.”

“The motives could still be religious, but these women were raped. It says in the case files that Mrs. James’s church group is solely comprised of women, mostly the wives of the officers in the police force.” 

Again, everything was leading you back to this stupid police precinct. You grimmaced as you realised that the next few weeks were going to be spent on the edge watching your back. 

“Y/N, Reid, I want you both with me at the precinct when we land. Morgan, JJ, go to the church and interview some of the ladies there, see if you can’t push some buttons. Emily, Rossi, some of the family’s of the victims got in touch with the field office to request inquiries, go anf find out whatever you can about the last known whereabouts of these women.” 

Now bracing yourself, you set your face in a neutral expression and let Spencer hold the door open for you as you walked into the station. 

“Hello, we’re the agents from the FBI. Where can we find your captain?” You ask the receptionist at the chatting to her desk, but just as you finish your inquiry, another officer cuts you off, stepping half in front of you and demanding some files from the woman. 

She stands awkwardly, sending you an apologetic glance as she scurries off to go and complete whatever busy work he’s just given her as you quietly seeth at his back. 

The officer turns around to you and grins, sending you a smile as he walks off, apparently pleased with himself for foiling your attempts to find his boss. 

“Y/N, keep a cool head. The captain’s office seems to be just ahead, I’m going to go and see if he’s there, smooth out some of the issues they seem to be having over here with our presence.” You nod and stay back with Spencer, who takes a quick seat behind you. 

You don’t sit, though, too on edge and pissed off to get comfortable now. 

The officers seem to ignore the two of you, bustling around you with no sense of shame, but you can tell they're watching you, hearing the low murmur of whispers. 

When one of them decides to out their hands on you, though, you've decided you've had enough.

"Sorry, little lady, I need to get through. Important police business." He practically Leeds down at you as his hands grab your waist, meaning to move you aside to her you out of his path. 

You don't give him the chance, grabbing his hands from your hips and twisting them behind his back quickly, shoving him face first into the nearest desk. 

"Fuck, you little bitch. Come and control your partner, man." He struggles in your grasp, signalling to Spencer. 

You grin as Spencer doesn't even look up at him, having pulled out a copy of War and Peace and settling nicely in his seat. You could tell he was on edge though, had seen the slight way his body tensed when you'd first been touched, and knew that if you'd needed it, he'd be there backing you up in a second. 

"Sorry, are you talking to me?" He finally said, still not looking up from his book. 

"Yes, get this bitch off of me." 

"If you ask her nicely, I'm sure Agent Y/N would release you. As for me, I'm certainly not making her do anything she doesn't want to." He grinned as he said it, and you rolled your eyes slightly.

"Maybe if you told some of these other agents here to stop looking at her likes, she's a hunk of meat and greeted her respectfully instead of calling her… little lady, was it? Maybe then she'd be more generous." The man grumbled beneath you again, but before you could actually force his hand, Hotch and the Captain were exiting his office, obviously alerted by the crashing sound you'd made. 

"Reid, Y/N, that's enough." Hotch signalled, and you complied, letting the man go and stepping back to Reid's side. He'd stood now, squaring his shoulders and making use of his quite intimidating height. You must seem tense, though, because the second you settle next to him, he puts a hand on your lower back, and you're surprised at how calm you instantly become. 

Earlier, his touch had been fire and ice, and now it was relaxing you beyond belief. What the hell was wrong with your body recently? 

"Thank you, sir," the officer said, straightening, dusting off his uniform as he levelled a glare at both you and Spencer. "I was beginning to think the FBI was just a bunch of sissy's and menstruators-" 

"Cut the crap." Hotch barked out, and even you were startled by the sound. "Captain, if you or any member of your precinct says anything further about any member of my team, or god forbid puts a hand on them, I'll personally make sure this office is charged with conspiracy to murder for not investigating these deaths and aggravated assault of a federal officer. Do I make myself clear?" 

The man seemed displeased at having his badge threatened for a second time in 24 hours, but nodded, dismissed the other officer, and finally shut up. 

He has the female receptionist from earlier show you to the room you'd be using for your investigation for the next few weeks. 

After  making sure the room is secure, you place a call to Penelope and the others trying to gauge if they'd found any further leads. 

"Some of the family members know exactly where they were going that night. One of them had a husband, said he was going with her, that they drove in separate cars because it was part of the thrill of it all." Emily's voice sounded tense and frustrated, and you could only sympathise silently before jumping in to ask her more questions.

"I thought they said it was an adult establishment? Does that not mean strip club?" You asked, perplexed at why the married couple would be going together. 

"No, from what I can tell, it seems these women were members of the BDSM community, and that place… is somewhere they can practice." 

"So even if we do somehow get another victim, any DNA test could be questionable evidence because they all left to have consensual sex." You sighed out and ran a stressed hand through your hair.

On your call with JJ and Morgan, you got much of the same. 

"Oh, they're angry, alright. About the immigrants and the drug dealers, the homosexuals, and the jezebels. Seems they're working hard to get the club closed not just because it's a house of sin but also because the man who owns it might be an illegal immigrant."

"How quaint and Christian of them."

"Yep, and get this, the club's official title? Women for the Grace of God. There were no men in this group, Y/N. We're not going to find our unsub here." 

Hanging up, you let your head hang, the fatigue of the case really kicking your ass. 

"Spencer, draw the blinds, Y/N, lock the doors." Hotch ordered, and you listened, quickly making sure that no one was even close to the door. Returning to your seat, you noted the tense set of your boss's jaw and decided that whatever he had to say wasn't going to be good. 

"Our unsub is in this precinct, which means we're not safe. But it also puts us in a unique position. They don't know we suspect them yet. We can force the unsubs hand." 

You straightened in your chair, listening closer. 

"You want to bait them out?" Spencer asked from his place beside you. 

"I want you two to bait them out. You already got under a few of the officers' skin, push a few more buttons, and we could get our unsub to slip up." 

"And how are we supposed to do that?" You asked, heart thumping in anticipation. You thought you already knew, but you needed to hear the words from his mouth to be sure. 

"They're going after women in the BDSM lifestyle. Let's convince them that the two of you are also similarly involved." 

He turned and left you with the decision then, leaving you and Spencer in the small room alone. 

Your palms were sweaty, and you refused eye contact for a few minutes before he finally cracked and gave in first.

"It'd work." He whispered, suddenly closer than you remembered. 

"What?" 

"It would work. Whoever this guy is, he's getting off on dominating these women, seeing another man that he deems physically inferior dominating a woman who's already kicked an officers ass… that's enough to get him to crumble, slip up."

"So I'm supposed to just bend over and take it?"

"Bend over, yes, but I usually prefer women to be a bit bratty." 

"What?" You found yourself blinking up at his face, even as the door swung open again, another officer walking into the small room you'd been left in. 

You stepped away from Reid slightly, putting a more appropriate distance between the two of you before the man started talking. 

"Well hello, I heard we had some feds in the office, thought I'd come introduce myself, but I didn't hear we had such a beautiful woman here, too. She a witness?" He directed the question to Spencer, but his leering eyes never left your body, trailing down slowly and disgustingly as you tried not to shudder under his gaze. 

"I'm Doctor Spencer Reid, this is my partner, Agent Y/N. How can we help you?"

"Oh, I'm all set on my medicals, doc. You can't help me. Maybe she can if you let me take her out for a test drive?" Your blood boiled as he said those words, and you were about to send a cutting reply back to the man, when Spencer sat back down in his seat, snaking an arm around your waist to take you with him.

"Sorry, I don't lend out my private property." Stunned, you tried to act naturally about your new position, but his hand on your thigh slashes your brain capacity down by half, the only thought in your head running through Spencer Reid's possible sexual preferences. 

"Oh, I see how it is. She's a slut, just not that kind. Okay, I'll bite, what's this one into? Choking, spanking? Careful, don't go too far or you'll be prime suspect number one for our perp." 

"What are you insinuating, officer?"

"That these sluts you're asking about got in over their heads. Some women like it rough, practically beg for it. Poor guy just did what they were asking." Biting your tongue, you let the man keep digging his own hole, as Spencer kept him talking.

"Actually, contrary to popular opinion, in most sado-masochistic relationships, the submissive partner is the one in control. They have power to stop whatever role play is going on in the scene through safe words and actions, and the dominant role is more of a protective role, requiring a deep level of commitment and care for their sub." As he said it, he turned your face to his, hooking a finger under your chin and then stroking your face as you fell further into his body. 

You almost forgot the other officer was there until you heard his grumbled reply, turning your head slightly to whisper in Reid's ear. 

"Long shot, Doc." With that, you climbed from his lap, turning back to the other officer with a grin. 

"Sorry, was there anything professional we could help you with? Or would you like to go and deal with your little problem alone in the men's bathroom now?" He turned on his heels and exited swiftly, face red with rage at your insinuations. 

"Okay. I'll admit, it's going to work. But we're going to need to set up some bait and deliver the profile to them to make sure we have each and every one of their attentions."

"I'll notify, Hotch." 

"Spencer, wait." He stopped at the door and turned back to listen to you. "Earlier when you said… when you mentioned that you'd prefer…" You tried to ask the question  but it seemed the question just wasn't going to form on your lips  so you simply let out a small frustrated humph and let him figure out the rest. 

"Y/N, I… I don't know how to answer that question and still act professionally around you."

He left the room shortly after, and you couldn't help but feel disappointed at the distance suddenly kept between the two of you. You were beginning to become much too distracted by Spencer Reid.

–X– 

"Let's have another rundown again, just so we're all clear on the play by play on this." Morgan said as you and Spencer were wired up, ready for your operation. 

It wasn't exactly undercover, but it wasn't quite straight police work either, but here you were. After giving the profile earlier, you'd noted that three of the officers had seemed a little bit fidgety under all the new information they were getting, all three of them matching your profile. 

Unluckily for you, they just happened to be the Captain in charge of the precinct, Detective Handsy from your first trip into the office, and Detective Dumbass, who'd asked you and Spencer all about BDSM earlier that day. 

Penelope had filled you in on each of their backgrounds. The Captain was second generation police force, but court of public opinion had ruled that his father wasn't exactly an upstanding guy, a report corroborated by his mother's multiple accidents and trips to the ER. Detective Handsy had a misdemeanour sex crime expunged from his juvenile record for masturbating in public - on the unconscious girl who sat next to him on the bus.

Detective Dumbass seemed to be the police contact for all the local prostitutes. He'd busted at least thirty in three months, and each of them had reportedly tried to turn him in as the John who'd paid for their services. 

"Run through it again." Morgan brought you down to earth as JJ finished attaching the wire under your clothing, handing you the small in ear so you could hear updates from the team. 

"We walk into the bar, get a little too close for comfort than they'd like, then ask the bartender where we can have some fun around here. She's been prepped to give us the answer we want, and we set out on the highway where Rossi and Hotch are waiting in unmarked cars to give us an escort until our unsub takes the bait and tries to pull us over." 

"Good, now, Spencer, do I have to show you where to put your hands, or do you think you've read enough to figure out how to push the right buttons?" From the grin on his face, it was evident he was enjoy pushing the younger man's buttons  but you could tell he wasn't doing it maliciously. The two of you were both tense and on edge, and you needed that waylaid somehow. 

"Trust me, Morgan, I think he knows where his fingers should go." You said before grabbing Spencer’s hand and dragging him out of the vehicle, not letting him go until you were right by the door of the bar. 

You didn't really let him go either, it's more like he caught up to you and moved his hand from yours to your ass instead, pulling you closer into his body as you made to move inside the bar. 

He hesitated a moment outside, though.

"Y/N, we haven't talked about boundaries yet. I'm going to have to touch you in there and-"

"You have my permission. For anything." Your words come faster than you expect, but they're there, filling the silence of the night quickly. 

"Anything?" He asks, a small play lighting up his lips as he pulls you in closer. You can feel his breath on your skin, and you almost take back your words until he lowers his head. Your lips are barely an inch apart and getting slowly closer as you angle your head up towards him, when the bar doors swing open and he turns and pulls you inside instead. 

You recover quickly, trying to focus on the twelve women who need to find justice rather than the many things you suddenly want Spencer Reid to be doing to you. 

You slide into a booth at the edge of the bar  but you'd canvassed the place earlier, knowing that while it appeared to be a quiet corner, every other table had a clear view of your actions in the corner. 

Surely enough  you felt a few pairs of eyes on you as you sat down, a little closer for comfort than you expected.

"Well, Penelope's sources were correct. It seems like every cop in town is here tonight." You said, whispering the words into Spencer's neck, just above where his own wire was placed, making sure the words were heard by both him and the members of your team left in the surveillance van. 

"Show time," he said, grabbing your hands and bringing them to his lips as you stood. He gave your ass a quick slap as you made to walk towards the bar, and you sent him back a wink as you walked to order your drinks. 

Ordering them quickly, you took a simple scan of the room, noting that all three of your suspects were social butterflies tonight. They all sat on different tables, but each had at least another man with him, and every single one of them was looking at you presitorially. 

Returning to your seat with the drinks, you never felt their gazes leave you. 

"Certainly caught their attention. What now?" You asked hesitantly, sliding up against Spencer’s body again. 

"Now we give them a show." He said, snaking a hand between your legs and forcing them apart gently. You'd changed into a shorter skirt and smaller top before coming back out, needing to look the part of the slut they'd already deemed you. 

You smiled up at Spencer as he stoked your thigh suggestively, but he never moved it further up. 

"Spencer, kiss me." You said, eyelids heavy as you begged the man to take you further than touching. 

"Why?" He asked softly in your ear.

"Because a few of our suspects are getting restless, and I want to see if we can tip some of them over the edge. Obviously you're smarter than trying to stick your hand up my skirt in public surrounded by a group of cops who would happily stick you in a cell for the night for public indecency, so you're just going to have to stick your tongue down my throat." 

"Here I was thinking maybe you wanted it," he grumbled but complied anyway, grabbing the back of your head with his free hand and pulling you towards him. The kiss wasn't soft. It wasn't gentle the way his caresses were. It was hot and it was demanding, and when he pulled away after a minute and your lips followed his desperate for more  he grabbed your hair and pulled you backwards, baring your neck to him easily as he moved his lips down slightly. 

Opening your eyes then, you again surveyed the bar, noting that the Captain and his friends were leaving, sending a stink eyed glare in your direction as they threw down their cups and left. 

"Morgan, get eyes on the Captain. Make sure he goes home and stays there," you breathe out quietly, waiting to hear the affirmative in your ear as Spencer kept his head buried at your neck. 

In another second, he was off you, taking a swig only his drink as he smoothed your hair down again. You do your best to ignore the history pooling between your legs and the haze clouding up your brain as you stare at him swallow the drink, watching a small stream of the soda you'd ordered him instead run down his chin. 

You watched it fall and, in a moment of thoughtlessness, pressed forward to lap it up from his neck. He'd spent time marking you. What harm could this do now? 

However you rationalised it, you knew it was just an impulse, one greatly rewarded by his hands pulling your hips over his and a growl in your ears. 

"Anything?" Was the only thing he said, and you pulled away to look into his eyes again before he pulled you in for another kiss. 

"Sorry to interrupt, love bunnies, but we've had a change of plan. Two of our suspects are out, and they've bailed and been safely and discreetly escorted home by FBI agents from the field office. Hotch and Rossi are on the way back. He thinks we can nail him in there and get him to act out." 

Pulling back from the kiss long enough to whisper your reply to Morgan into Spencer's mic, you can barely tear your eyes away from the man. 

"What do you want us to do?" 

"Men's bathroom is free. Hotch thinks if we make it look like you're doing something less than holy in there that it could force his hand. Especially because he's shown voyeuristic tendencies in the past."

"Shit. Detective Dumbass?" 

"Only one left. And his name is Dunbar. You'd do well to remember that in the paperwork."

Pulling yourself up and out of Spencer's lap, you took a swig of your drink again as you stood. 

"Follow me in three minutes." He grabs you by your wrist and turns you back around to him again, though before you can leave.

"Y/N, we're going to get this guy. After we do, I think we should talk." Instead of answering him, you pressed another lingering kiss to his lips and moved out again, heading directly to the dark corridor where the bathrooms were. 

You slipped into the men's easily enough, thankful that it was empty. It was a single stall, and when you heard the knock on the door two minutes later, you were suddenly thankful that it was, because it meant that you could lock the door behind him and not risk anyone else coming in while you baited your unsub.

Spencer placed a hand to his lips as soon as he made it through the door, pulling out his phone to type out a message to you without speaking. 

"Followed me. Think he's listening outside." 

You pulled your own out to answer him.

"Let's give him a show then."

The both of you discarded your phones on the countertop of the bathroom and suddenly collided again, as if you were two magnets who could no longer resist the pull. 

Your lips fought hungrily, and now you didn't pull back your voice  letting all the moans of pleasure fall from your mouth and fill the bathroom.

His hands were on you in an instant, pushing you back against the door, letting the creep behind the wall hear as much as possible as his hips found yours and you started grinding against him like your life depended on it. 

You could no longer tell what you were doing for the case, and what you were doing out of the simple desire to do so, wrapped up in all of the pleasure he was giving you in that minute. And that was before he started talking. 

"You like that, whore? You like feeling my hands on you out here in this dirty bathroom." You clenched around nothing, even as his hands trailed lower, reaching the top of your skirt just as you replied. 

"Yes, I like that, Daddy. Please touch me more." 

You crashed together again, even as Spencer's hand fell inside your skirt and panties suddenly reaching for your clit. You forgot everything. The bathroom, the unsub, the wire you were wearing. When his hands were on you your only thoughts were him. 

You gasped in delight as he began rubbing you, moaning out heartily, not bothering to restrain your voice. Even if there was not a murderer on the other side of the door, you'd have wanted everyone to know how good he was making you feel. 

"Kneel," he says, and you listen, getting down to the dirty floor for him and looking up at him innocently.

"Now what, sir?" You ask, teasing him with a smile. He gives your face a light slap in reply, but the sound is sharp, and you can hear some movement outside. You don't get to think about it for too long, however, as he suddenly removes his cock from his pants. 

"Suck" is all the instruction you need before you're taking him into your mouth and wrapping your tongue around him. 

After the entire night of teasing, you don't have to be told twice. You take him down your throat until you're gagging, but he puts his hands on your head and pushes you further anyway. 

"That's it, baby, such a nice little slut just for me." He holds your hair as he begins fucking your face, softly whispering insults into the quiet bathroom. 

"Perfect little slut, letting me do this here. For anyone to see and hear how much you like my dick down your throat. I should unlock this door, show everyone how nicely you take my cock."

You moan around him, desperately gripping his thigh as you struggle to breathe. He finally pulls out, pulling you up by your hair until you're face to face with him again, saliva dripping from your mouth. 

"Is that how you like it?" He asks, and you nod fervently.

"Yes, sir. Please fuck me now, I've been such a good little girl." 

He turns you and presses you against the door again. As you turn your ear to it, you can hear some pacing outside of it as he lifts up your skirt.

You were ready to feel this perfect bliss, right up to the moment Morgan decided to remind you of the task at hand. 

"Hotch is here. We've got him cornered. Great acting, guys. We're thinking if Y/N exits the bathroom now, we can catch him trying to carry her off." 

His hands stilled on you, and you both stared guiltily into each other's eyes. You kept your sounds up, definitely acting now, feeling as though you'd just been doused in ice-cold water.

Footsteps retreating down the hall had you suddenly nodding in response to each other, faking your orgasm with one last large gasp followed by a few minutes of silence and you straightened your clothes ready to bait the unsub once again. He tucks himself into his pants, and you loudly discuss your plans for separate exits. 

"I'll meet you back at the table in five." He says, and with another lingering look, you're out the door and alone in the dark corridor, feeling empty and needy.

It was time to catch a killer.

#spencer reid #criminal minds #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid smut #mgg #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds fandom #spencer reid x self insert #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid criminal minds #spencer reid kinktober #criminal minds kinktober #kinktober 23

[barcaatthemoon]

flirty || alessia russo x reader ||

you flirt a little with alessia, despite the team's teasing.

you walked into the locker room like you did every other day. for the most part, nobody paid much attention to you aside from a wave here or there. you sat down in your cubby, immediately catching the eye of alessia, who was sat directly across from you. she glanced up at you and waved, which you responded to with a wink and wave of your own. like always, alessia looked away from you extremely flustered.

"careful, you flirt any more and they'll think you're me," katie teased as she nudged you. you rolled your eyes. there were tons of people already drawing comparisions to the two of you. katie mccabe was definitely your best friend on the team, but you didn't think the two of you played all that similarly.

you weren't overly aggressive, you were just stubborn. katie was the one with a shoving problem, one that you often had to pull her back from showing. almost everybody on the team liked to tease katie that she was more whipped for you than she was for her own girlfriend. the jokes didn't really bother you, but they definitely would have if you knew how much they messed with alessia.

that was where the true soft spot for you was. katie was bound to get her ass kicked one day, but you were prolonging it. in all honesty, you were pretty sure you'd actually be the one to do it. you didn't look out for katie the way that you tried to for alessia. that was something that kim and jen had quickly shut down anybody messing with the two of you about. both of them could see the care in your eyes every single time that you looked at her.

"that's funny, i don't remember shrinking six inches and losing all my muscle mass," you joked. katie wound up to hit you, only to be interrupted by kim clearing her throat. "morning kim!"

"good morning (y/n), you seem to be in a good mood," kim noted. you nodded as you started changing into your training kit. you turned your back to katie, and incidentally alessia, whose jaw dropped when she saw the new tattoo you'd gotten.

"what the fuck is that?" katie asked as she rushed over to touch your back. you were glad that you had gotten it a little over a week ago whenever you were on injury leave. katie's fingers poked and prodded at the tattoo, as if she couldn't believe that you had done it. "who the hell is that for?"

"katie, shut up, it looks cool," alessia said as she walked over to the two of you. you shot her a grateful look over your shoulder before you pulled your training kit on.

"thanks less, i'm glad someone has good taste around here," you teased. alessia blushed as your attention was focused solely on her for a second. "walk to the gym with me? you're much better company than mccabe."

"hey!" katie exclaimed.

"i'd like that," alessia said. she let you finish getting ready, surprised when you linked arms with her. you walked ahead of leah, beth, katie, and caitlin. you could feel all of their eyes on you, but you chose to ignore them.

…

"what's the deal with you and lessi?" leah asked as the two of you walked through the parking lot together. you quirked an eyebrow at her, unsure of what she meant. as far as you knew, there was nothing going on between you and alessia. if there was, you really wished that someone would have told you sooner. "you're very flirty, someone might get the idea that you like her."

"a little flirting never hurt anybody," you said. truthfully, it was starting to hurt both you and alessia. you wanted her to take the things that you said seriously, but she always seemed to dismiss it as friendly and jovial remarks.

"you like her though, don't you?" leah asked. you glanced down at your feet as you nodded your head. "talk to her then. i'm sure that she likes you too."

"leah, if she doesn't-," you started, only to be cut off by leah's hand covering your mouth.

"don't think like that, okay? i've seen the way she looks at you, and it's sickening. absolutely disgusting, i can't sit there any longer while the two of you dance around whatever this is. don't ask her out for you, do it for your team, who are all sick and tired of your flirting without getting anywhere," leah said. you knew that she was teasing you, but that she also believed alessia wouldn't reject you.

alessia and leah had a tendency to talk to each other, most likely more about these sorts of things than you did. leah knew why you were so closed off, having remembered your first big heart break. if she was pushing you towards alessia, then it absolutely had to mean something. that was what you told yourself when you made your way towards her apartment after practice was through.

"(y/n)!" ella shouted excitedly, ruining your surprise. alessia quickly turned to face you, a small smile appearing on her face. she seemed somewhat frazzled, most likely by what you assumed was ella's surprise visit. "just the woman we were talking about. come on over, give me a big one, it's been a while."

"you're ridiculous," you laughed. still, you walked over and engulfed ella in the biggest hug you could muster. behind her, you noticed a somewhat sad look on alessia's face. "don't worry, you can have a hug too."

"it's not-," alessia tried to protest, but it was no use. you stood in front of her with your arms open, and alessia walked right into them. she was a bit taller than you, just barely noticeable, but you took full advantage of it. your hug with her lasted longer than yours with ella's, the two of you not wanting to separate. "what are you doing here?"

"i wanted to see you, that's all," you told her. it was sort of a lie, but also so unbelievably true. alessia blushed as she tried to duck away from you. "if you're busy though, i can go back home."

"no, i want you to stay for a while. maybe you could help me with dinner and stay for a movie?" alessia suggested. you nodded, following her inside. ella ended up only staying for a late lunch, leaving you and alessia alone for the majority of the night together. alessia ordered in your favorite while you put on a movie you knew she'd love. "this is nice."

"yeah it is," you agreed. you were cuddled up beneath her arm, feeling warm and safe. you glanced up at her at the same time that she looked down, both of you pausing to look at each other's lips. "careful, if you look at me like that again, i might just have to kiss you."

"i want you to. god, i want it so bad," alessia confessed. you were immediately put into a state of shock as you stared up at alessia. she looked like she wanted to crawl into a hole, and as she started to move away, you sprung into action.

"i want to kiss you too. i've wanted to since the euros," you told her. alessia looked surprised. the euros was really the first camp where the two of you had played together. before then, you'd only been competitors, which hadn't left much room for making friends.

"will you kiss me?" alessia asked nervously. you nodded, moving up to press a feather-light kiss to her lips. it was supposed to be a peck on the lips, but alessia grabbed onto your face to deepen it. she pulled you further onto her lap, holding you against her with no intention of letting you go. "stay the night."

"that's moving a bit fast less. i'll finish the movie, but i really do have to go after that," you told her. alessia looked a bit upset by the rejection, but she understood nonetheless. and so, she kept you close to her until the movie was over and you got up to leave.

"can i have a goodbye kiss?" alessia asked you. you leaned down and pressed your lips to hers for a quick kiss. "oh, and a goodnight one? oh, and an advance on my good morning one since you aren't staying over?"

"you can't trick me into staying by making me kiss you," you told her. alessia pouted up at you until you gave in to her demands of more kisses. she may not have convinced you to stay, but she had gotten a good ten minutes of kisses before you actually left her for the night.

#woso fanfics #woso x reader #woso imagine #alessia russo imagine #alessia russo x reader

[suh-core]

𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖞𝖚 001

warnings: 18+, minors dni, unprotected sex [be safe!], cumming inside

[17:14] "Babe, why don't we play a game?" Mingyu randomly proposes. "Is this another gma about clinginess you found online?" you chuckle, seeing his lips turning into a line. "Got me" he admits, "you get stuff like that so easily, it's not fair". Both of yours love language is physical touchand you usually wouldn't care about showing it as much as you can and desire. And that would continue as much as you could, even publically, nothing would stop you. So Jeonghan being the menace he is, suggested that you two play those fun games to strengthen your relationship. In all honesty it was hard yet fun, You both struggled to keep your hands to yourselves.

"So what version of the game are we gonna play today?" leaning your side towards the counter of your kitchen you were both into at that time. "So the rules are simple. You touch or kiss, you lose a piece of clothing" he says smirking, "I'm so gonna win this time" you scoff at him, knowning that's more likely to lose and then ask "and what happens to the person that gets naked first". Another smirk appears on his face as he can't hide his excitement, "that's simple, they give oral to the other person"

"Deal!" you say "let's see how long you'll last baby… You're already wearing less clothers than what I'm wearing anyway" and then he looks at himself. A white comfy tank top and gray sweats and some home slippers. He doesn't react much already knowning how he'll end up. "Then are you ready?" he says suddenly getting closer, bicep flexing as he also leans towards the counter as well, putting his weight on that hand. Your hand moves ready to trace the muscle as you always do, stopping midway as you remember the game. He's smiling, a face full of joy as he sees you visibly struggle, "we just started baby, you';'re finding hard it seems" he says. "You wish" you say and go to your laptop to search for new series to watch.

"Leaving that early?" he says very close to your ear. "You might be missing a really good chance of getting head darling, I thought you really wanted that" he whispers and you can clearly hear the smirk he has on his face. "You already said I'll lose the game, so come back and let me lose in peace" he says and turns back into the place he was before. He sits down and taps on the place in front of himas you turn around. You sit down thinking of a way to win. Before you have a chance to actually think what to do, he places his arms in front of his legs, his face coming closer to yours as he flexes his muscles.

This time you can't help yourself and touch his forearm and when he smiles you come back to your senses and pull yourself back. "Doesn't seem like it'll be as easy to win as you thought it would, right?" he says as you sign and take of your shirt, revealing the sport bra you wear at home. "Bra at home?" he says kinda dissapointed. "Told you I have more layers on than you do", you smile starting to do exactly the same pose as he did before, pushing the top of your body forward, creating a nice for him. He licks his lips, and a hand comes right at your side, stroking its way upwards.

"Eager, aren't we?" you say and he gives up "Fuck that game, let's go". He takes off his tank top and picks you up, leading you both to the bedroom. "Well, it seems like the game is over" you laugh, "Yeah, I honestly never thought we'd last even that much to be honest" as your back hits the matress.

Head in the crook of your neck, lips sucking and licking the spot there. His hand stroke your side until they reach your thigh, squeezing it. He really can't keep himself composed, eagerly taking off your bra. Big hand go arounf breasts, playing with them, thumbs circling your nipples. He makes eye contact as his mouth goes around one, tongue flipping it oh so nicely, it sends tingles down your spine. You can't take it anymore and try to touch yourself, he, however has other plans and pulls your hand above your head. "Let me take care of that" he says with a smirk

He hurriedly pulling your pants down along with your panties, pushing his knee towards your bare pussy. A moan leaves your mouth as your area touches his skin. You wish for nothing more that for his tender touch, the fire that ablazes in your chest when you are one, together as one piece, moving your bodies in harmony.

"Put it in… Or at least touch me, I know you're eager for it too" you say pointing at his precum-stained boxers. "I wouldn't want to wait another moment sweetie". He pulls his boxers down and his hard on, springs free, shiny from the precum and not being touched till that moment. He rubs his length along your folds and then softly pushes it in. His head drops back, a groan leaving his mouth, as he feels around him, that familiar but never not satisfying warmth around him. He starts picking up his pace, brows furrowed, as he pushes your legs closer to your chest, a moan with each thrust.

"Not gonna last that long you know" you matter softly, a moan leaving your mouth right afterwards. "I'm not going to as well " he says, hand stroking your stomach as it travels lower, flicking your clit. You bit your lower lip, head thrown back, as bliss overtakes your body, happy to be filled by him, touched my him. He doesn't take too long, the pulses from your pussy driving to the edge as well, filling you with his cum.

His back touches the mattress as well, trying to catch his breath, a smile on his face. His hand touches yours, turning his hand towards you, "you know... we should play more games like these".

#seventeen #seventeen smut #svt #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #mingyu #mingyu smut #mingyu imagines #mingyu scenarios #mingyu x reader

[somethingsomethingwords]

Good whatever-time-of-the-day-is-over-there. Here's a new thing. I played a little with their characterisation in this one. Stay safe out there. Enjoy 💜

Lance is bothered. And what's worse, Fernando is bothered that Lance is bothered. Not that caring about someone is wrong or strange and, while personally it isn't his MO, neither is caring about your teammates.

No, Fernando cares because of reasons that are still not clear. And that's what is driving him mad. And also the frown on Lance's face, but he'll face one problem at a time.

First point on the list, why does he care about this kid.

It had been easy signing the contract, even when Lawrence had heavily hinted at his mentor's duties.

He obviously had heard about Lawrence's son, about his achievements in the minor categories, and his average results in Formula 1.

And he couldn't escape the rumours about his rich spoiled kid behaviour, his lack of a strong personality or his evident disinterest in the sport.

Hell, he had even met the guy in the paddock before arriving at Aston Martin.

And then he met Lance, with his goofy smile, his sweet personality, his seriousness about the job, the fire that burnt when getting inside the car and the evident hard created persona for the media that completely melted when in private, the spark of a prankster spirit with Mick and Esteban.

(Ugh, he already couldn't stand the Frenchman when they were teammates, and now it was even worse when he saw how close the two young men were.)

The point is, when he started he didn't think highly of baby Stroll, and now here he is, knocking on the door of Lance's hotel room, because there is something wrong with the Canadian, and that meant Fernando cares because. Just. Because.

So, here he is, ready to find out what's going on.

He hears some muffled words behind the door, and then it's opened by Lance, his hair really messy and his shorts really short.

He is slowly losing his mind, when the younger one starts talking.

"Hey, Fernando. Do you come here often?" he says, languid and with those big doe eyes of his.

Fernando is completely baffled. They don't flirt, that's not how they are. He is usually the one that lightly teases Lance, just to see him blushing, and jokes around, just to see his smile and make sure that he is happy, but nothing more than that. He doesn't understand this sudden change.

Lance must see his confusion on his face, because he chuckles and shakes his head.

"Sorry, just the painkillers, they are kicking my ass. Also I'm tired as fuck and I'm really thirsty" he says, with an adorable snort.

Lance isn't exactly shy, but he has always seemed to like keeping to himself, and to contribute to a conversation rather than starting it. All this openness and honesty are very surprising, and somehow even a little bit worrying.

"Don't worry. You ok?"

And Fernando is winning dumbest person ever, because the answer is staring right at him, eyes glassy and unnaturally red cheeks, the aura of sweat and sick all over Lance. But the younger doesn't stop smiling.

"Yeah, it's all good, just high temperature and sore wrists"

And that's what Fernando had first noticed. Lance had been particularly careful with his wrists all day, never actually wrapping them in bandages, but massaging and rubbing them continuously, discomfort clear on his face.

ok, now you know, now you can leave he thinks, but something won't make him move. He had always been attentive, after all.

"You have a fever?" he asks, starting to worry.

Lance shrugs, but everything about him is screaming tired and sick.

"It's nothing serious, really" as he says this, Lance has to grip the door because of the sudden dizziness.

Fernando, now seriously worrying, just stares at him, until the other sighs.

"Ok, it may be a little bit serious, but everything is fine. I just need some sleep. Goodnight" and goes to close the door, but Fernando is faster. He puts his foot in between the door and its frame.

"Let me help you" he simply says.

He finds himself being looked through as if he was inconsistent by Lance's unfocused eyes. And then they refocus, and they are starting deep into his soul.

"Why?" Lance says simply, and Fernando feels like this is a test. Lance won't let him in if he fails, and Fernando has no intention of failing.

"Can see you're not well. Want to help. Because... I care" the admission tears something in him, something that has been hardened after all the years on track. Something that starts feeling warm and light and bright when Lance smiles softly and lets him in.

He enters and then closes the door, leaving behind the last vestiges of embarrassment and doubt. He has a job, a mission, and he won't make mistakes nor disappoint.

Looking around, the only sign of life is the crumpled blanket on the couch.

"You were sleeping on that?" ask Fernando, looking at the small sofa and his tall teammate.

"It was closer to the door" answers the other, shrugging again.

"Must have been uncomfortable" because even if it was of the right size, which it wasn't, it still looks stiff and leather cold.

"What's a little more pain when your whole body tingles and your wrists feel on fire?"

It's the simplicity with which Lance speaks, as if nothing bothers him, as if pain is inevitable and he shouldn't complain. That doesn't sit right with Fernando. Lance deserves the world's softest blankets, its warmest beds and its coziest socks. Fernando could give him everything. Fernando wants to give him everything. That's terrifying. But admitting it is also freeing, somehow.

soul shattering revelations later, nurse duty now he thinks, not without fondness.

Fernando follows Lance to his bed, and when the taller man just falls into the bed, not bothering with his clothes or the sheets, Nando realises he's going to have to work hard. He's always loved a good challenge.

Fernando reaches for the other's luggage, easily finding his pajama and fresh underwear. Then he returns to the side of the bed.

"Now, get up. Take a shower, dry, new clothes and bed. Can you do it?"

He infuses a bit of a challenge at the end, just to rile the man up.

What he doesn't expect is Lance's laugh at his words.

"Dude, I can't feel my legs. I'm not gonna reach the bathroom on them. I think I'll just skip everything and just go to bed" he says, burrowing further into the covers, which still aren't actually covering him.

"Ok, I'll help you" he says, as if it's something they do normally.

Fernando basically drags Lance to the bathroom, sitting him on the closed lid of the toilet. When he looks at Lance's face, he worries. It is redder than before, and his eyes are strangely focused on his arm for no apparent reason.

"Lance, everything ok?" he is starting to feel like a mother hen, but Lance's behaviour is really messing him up. And his answer really doesn't help.

"So strong" says Lance, completely spaced out and lightly stroking his bicep.

The caress is absolutely doing nothing to him, no sir.

Fernando gently takes Lance's hand, and waits until his eyes are focused on him.

"It's ok. Just a quick shower and then to bed, no?"

Lance nods, but Fernando can tell he's not completely there. So he quickly removes his clothes, leaving the underwear, and after turning on the water at a lukewarm temperature, he guides him into the bath.

It's not even ten seconds later that Lance starts shaking. Fernando is immediately grabbing his hand.

"What's going on, Lance? What's wrong?"

"The water... Is hot... It hurts" he is shivering and biting his bottom lip so hard Fernando can already see blood.

"Lance I need you to listen to me. The water is not hot. Your body is not feeling it right. Let me wash you and then it's the bed" he says, feeling like he is kicking a puppy, but he knows the lukewarm bath will help Lance in the long run. So he washes him as fast as he can, and then turns off the water. He starts wrapping the younger man in the preheated towel, gentle and careful.

He can see the other is losing himself faster than he'd like. So, when Lance seems dry enough, he wastes no time taking off his boxers and putting on a new pair, without peeking, he swears.

All dressed up, he carries him to the bed, where the other can finally sleep under the covers. He's just about to go get Lance some water, when the other starts.

"Thank you,,, for being here,,, but don't leave,,, it hurts" he says with his eyes closed and a pained frown, his breath moving his chest with a staccato rhythm.

Fernando kneels on the floor, so he is face to face with Lance, and starts stroking his hair.

"Am not leaving. Just going to get some water, then we sleep. I know it hurts, but it's going to be ok. Trust me" and the last sentence came out more like a question, and he worries for a second. Then he sees the other relax before opening his eyes and looking him in the eyes, whispering "Always" and closing them.

Fernando feels a weight lifting from his chest, but also a growing responsibility. For the first time in a while, he isn't scared of committing to whatever this is.

He shakes his head, a soft smile gracing his face, before standing up and retrieving two bottles of water from the mini fridge in the kitchenette.

He deposits them, one on each of the nightstands, and lies on the free side of the bed.

He tries to keep a modicum of distance, but Lance is having none of it. He simply turns towards him, and hugs him, reminding Nando of an overgrown squid.

He is out like a light in five seconds flat.

cute, he thinks, and for the first time in what seems like months of their dance, Fernando allows himself to properly drink Lance's sight, his long eyelashes and his strong nose and his pink mouth, slightly open in his sleep. He allows himself to think about how he likes being with the other man, how he likes to make him laugh, how he can't stand seeing him upset.

He allows himself to simply be, to simply feel whatever he feels for Lance. And it feels good.

#lance stroll #fernando alonso #strollonso #grumpy cat boy x besotted old man #but not quite #more like flirty boi x in denial old man #caring through silent actions may be one of my favourite tropes #just something short and sweet

[chaoscriess]

hi, i've getting into euphoria recently and i was wondering if you could write some poly!maddie and cassie with a fem!reader? it could be some time after season 2 with them liking the same girl, because y'know we love a trainwreck. reader is pretty normal, sort of like a background character but she's pretty charming and playful and just has no idea about any drama at school. she only knows these 2 as those girls who fought each other in lexi's play, poor girl has no idea what's going on. in truth, i just wanna see a trainwreck with maddie and cassie with a completely oblivious reader. sorry if it's a little long ;-;

I absolutely love this idea it literally temporarily got rid of my writers block tysm.

poly!maddie and cassie x reader

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒! none

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒! swearing, might not be exactly what was requested, I was feeling a bit too fluffy.. oops..

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒! on mobile, format might be weird. lowercase intended, unedited, double periods intended

two months ago, you didn't have a clue what was going on between maddy perez and cassie howard. as far as you were concerned, they were just two ex best friends who both happened to like you. however, it was much more than that. you knew about nate jacobs, and the fact that he has been on-and-off with maddy, but you had no clue that cassie had been with him too.

you had your own little circle, consisting of stoners who never payed any attention to anything, and people who genuinely didn't care about their education, who hardly ever went to class. so when you asked your friends what had happened, they were clueless as well.

you'd never truly tried to find out what had happened between the girls though, or why they fought, even though you were friends with lexi. in all honesty, you thought it would be better if you stayed oblivious. why? because you knew that finding out could change the way you viewed them, and you weren't ready for that.

lexi had told you about a week ago that they liked you, and you had been thinking about what to do ever since. neither of the girls had ever been in a poly relationship, and you were certain that they never would be. you hadn't been in one either, the closest you had gotten was being in a open relationship.

however, when you got word from lexi that she had talked to cassie for you, your view on the situation changed.

"wait.. so, you like y/n, right?" cassie looked over at lexi, panicking and trying to figure out how she knew. "um, what? no, why would you even think that? that's like, so gross.. like who even is she?!" lexi laughed at her sisters behavior and rolled her eyes. "yeah, okay. you know maddy likes her too, right?" cassie sighed and looked away, now upset. "yes obviously I know, lexi." lexi muttered an 'ookay..' and thought about what to say next. she wanted to get cassie to be open to at least the idea of being in a relationship with y/n and maddy, she thought that maybe it would help it actually happen. of course, she didn't think this was the greatest idea, but she would do anything for y/n, even if it meant getting her sister into a potentially toxic relationship.

"so... would you ever like, be in a relationship with her and maddy? like if you were both dating y/n... separately? I don't know if that makes sense so.." cassie cut her off by yelling 'no!' and she turned to face the wall. "well.. I guess maybe, but I'm tired of sharing everyone with maddy. I guess if y/n really wanted it then yeah.." lexi smiled and got up, mumbling a quick thanks before leaving cassies room, leaving her to yell after her in a panicked voice. "wait you're not going to tell her, are you?... lexi?!"

yeah, she told you. you were really happy, you pretty much just got cassie to agree to a poly relationship with you and maddy. both of the girls would be dating you but not eachother, you didn't see a problem. you didn't know about their past with nate, so you didn't worry about them getting jealous of one another. all you had to do now was get someone to ask maddy if she would, and then ask them both yourself.

it wasn't as easy as it sounded.

you spent days asking around, trying to get someone who talked to maddy to talk to you. finally, you had settled on rue. even though you and rue didn't know eachother very much, she found your situation amusing, and wanted to help. so, she did the same thing lexi did, and asked her if she would ever date you while cassie did as well.

maddy was more adamant about not wanting to do it, but a few days later, you had got a message from her in the middle of the night, asking to meet up at a local 24-hour diner.

when you arrived, you found maddy sitting at a booth in the back. she stood up when she saw you walking towards her, and motioned for you to follow her back outside, behind the diner, where you found cassie waiting. it was cold and raining, but the three of you stood far apart from eachother in silence until cassie spoke up. "maddy, why the fuck are we here?" maddy sighed and stomped lightly, mud splashing onto her legs. she tried to speak a few times, but only ended up blubbering like a fish. she felt pathetic. "I just.. well I wanted to.. um.. well.. y/n can I talk to you alone?" you nodded and walked around the side of the building, until you were just out of earshot of cassie. or so you thought. cassie heard everything the two of you said.

"okay, fuck. I like you. kind of, like a lot.. and I want to be with you. and I know that cassie likes you too so I just want you to pick one of us and move on. please." you stared at her for a moment, but in your head you were bouncing off the walls and running in circles. maddy just told you that she likes you. holy shit on a stick. that was not something you were expecting to hear.

you opened your mouth to speak, but stopped when cassie came around the corner with her arms crossed and a baffled look on her face. "are you fucking kidding me? you brought her here to make her choose between us?" maddy sighed as cassie walked towards the two of you. "listen, its not going to work out if we do it any other way, I just figured we could get it over with." you stood there in silence as the two went back and forth, praying to god they wouldn't break out into a fight.

you backed up a few feet as the girls started to get closer to each other, and they noticed immediately. the two of them turned to you and stopped with their argument, before stepping away from eachother. cassie licked her lips and took a deep breath before gathering her courage to speak. "can't we just.. both date her?" maddy looked at her with wide eyes and her mind immediately went to rue. "wait, did rue talk to you too?!" cassie looked at her with a confused frown on her face. "..what? no, lexi di- nevermind."

you tried to hide the smile that was forming on your face. cassie actually just suggested that you be in a poly relationship. maddy sighed and looked around for a minute, before crossing her arms and speaking. "well.. I guess we could.."

and so, after a few weeks, you all got comfortable. it took maddy and cassie a bit more time than you, but you eventually made it work, even if you still have your ups and downs. now, you couldn't be happier.

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[reidsc0nverse]

A Rose by Any Other Name (Chapter Four)

Summary: Reader and Spencer get to it on that coffee date and throughout the day finds herself to be a lot more apparent in her fondness to the genius. Her day only gets better when she receives some big news.

Warnings: Language

AN: Things are happeningggg

Series Masterlist

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I did indeed get a text from him the next morning. 

From: Unknown Contact

> Hey, it's Spencer. How does that coffee sound about now?

I smiled to myself and replied to him.

You know just the way to a girls heart <

I got out of bed and made my way to the bathroom, work started about an hour so I had enough time to do whatever I needed.

> Great, how about Laurent's Brewery in 30?

Perfect <

I hopped in the shower and started to get myself ready. Afterward I got dressed in one of my favorite work outfits and did some light makeup.

About twenty minutes later I left my apartment and walked to the coffee shop, it's a cute little place and not too far. Before walking in I hear my name. Turning around I see Spencer walking towards me.

"Right on time." He smiled.

"I enjoy being punctual." I say smiling back. He opens the door for me as we walk in.

We walk to the front and order our drink and sit down at a nearby table. 

"Did you seriously ask for five sugars?" I ask laughing at the ridiculous sweet tooth this man has.

"What can I say? I like sweet things." He says with a slight smirk for a moment then goes back to his dorky smile.

Was he flirting? 

I shake my head as the barista calls the both of our names as we grab our coffees and sit at the table again.

"So, have you taken any extra thought on it?" he asked me.

"Extra thought on what?" 

"Pulling through to become a profiler."

I bit the inside of my cheek, I really hadn't thought any more about the topic. I mean of course I wanted to do it, but right now with filling in for JJ, I just have too much on my plate to actually execute anything. 

"In all honesty, no." I say, taking a sip from my drink.

His eyebrows furrow, "Why not?"

I shrug, "I've been too busy, I guess."

"I hope you can find some time, it'd be nice to have you around with all of us. I mean, when JJ gets back..I don't know I think we'll miss you around that's all. Rossi seems happy you're around too." He says while fidgeting with his hands a little bit.

I smile warmly at him, "Aw, yknow, I've never felt so welcomed like this before." I say while picking at the side of the cup.

He tilts his head, "Really?"

I nod my head no and shrug, "Nope."

"I don't know how, as soon as JJ introduced you to us we kinda immediately had no doubts about you. Which is weird for a bunch of profilers."

I laughed and took another sip to hide my face. "I'm glad to hear that, I was so nervous I wasn't gonna fit in."

He scoffs with a smile, "Not at all."

I look at my watch, "We should probably get to work huh"

He looks at his own and nods his head, "I can give you a ride." 

I thank him and we walk out to his car, getting in and beginning to head for the office. 

"You have no idea how much I needed that coffee." I say slumping in the seat.

"Last night was, um, definitely a treat. We need to stop hosting parties at Rossi's the night before paperwork days." He laughs.

We pull up to the building shortly after and walked in together, Morgan's eyes shooting to us and his cheeky ass smile plastered on his face.

Walking to us, he smirk and begins, "Well well well, so you go home together, and now you come to work together, did pretty boy get it on or am I missing something?" 

I roll my eyes at him, "Ha ha. Not so lucky, Derek, sorry to burst your bubble."

"Right..right." He laughs and claps his hand on Spencer's back, who, is now blushing. 

"I mean, that wasn't the case this time, who knows." I tease and walk to my office, leaving him standing there. 

This confidence has got to be left over from last night. 

Paperwork's a bitch. After documenting everything from the previous case for a couple hours I only looked up from my writings when I heard a knock on the doorway to see Spencer.

I blinked hard from the light adjustment  from the dark office to where he was standing. "Hey what's up?" I asked.

"Need any help? I finished all mine a little while ago and I thought I'd do something better with my time." He said with his hands in his pockets awkwardly. 

"So you decided to come spend some time with me. That's definitely an improvement from Derek trying to force you to do his own." I joke and he laughs in agreement. I motion for him to take the seat in front of me across the desk which I now cleared off some space for him.

As he sits I hand him one of the final pages in which is needed to fill out and finish the one I'm working on. 

I felt his eyes on me as I completed my writing and finally looked up at him.

"Look, sorry if what I said earlier made you uncomfortable or anything-"

"What? No, no. Not at all."

"Then why are you looking at me like that?" I ask. 

A beat of silence and then a smile grew on his face.

"What?" I laugh, now seeing his demeanor.

"Nothing. I finished it up, here." He said with his smile still on his face as he handed me the paper and started to walk out.

"Hey hey hey, pump your breaks pretty boy." I say, standing up. 

He turns slowly to me while sucking his lips in to hide his smile.

"Y'know your nose scrunches is when you're flustered." 

"What? No it doesn't." I say playfully, at least I don't think it does:

"It happened when we talked last night while we were cleaning up, this morning when I told you about how I like my coffee, and when I asked to help you." 

God I hate profilers. 

"Your point?" I asked crossing my arms.

"Last night I admitted to you making me nervous, and no matter how confident you seem...I don't know, it seems like I return the favor." He said with a smirk.

I had to literally keep my mouth from opening in that moment, I scoffed and looked away from him trying to compose myself even though I knew it was pointless; he'd see right through me. 

"Wow, you are good at your job." I say with a faint smile and avoiding looking at him but I could feel the tension between us rise until I get snapped out of it hearing my dads voice.

"Y/N, I need to talk to you." He says across the hall and I compose myself and walk past Spencer to see him. 

My dad meets me with kind eyes and puts his arm around me, guiding me to the round table to see Section Chief Strauss and Hotch.

"What's this about.." I ask with worry in my voice. "Did I do something wrong?"

Strauss smiles softly and responds, "No, at least not to my knowledge." 

"A little birdie informed me of your interest as profiler." My dad choked in. 

My eyebrows furrow and he continues, "I had a quick talk with Erin here and we discussed a possibility of including you onto the team within some time." 

My face brightened up, "Seriously?"

Hotch comes in, "Of course you still need all the training and it may take a little while, but even as liaison you've shown evidence of having the skills to make a great profiler." 

Strauss finishes up, "You continue your time here filling in for JJ and keep up the work that you've proven as being impressive, then we can start the work on getting you set up." 

I'm pretty sure they could physically see the excitement spilling out of my pores. "Oh my gosh..thank you! Seriously this is huge, I mean, I'm so grateful." I say and the others nod knowingly. 

My dad shakes me from under his arm in congratulations and leads me out the room to leave Strauss and Hotch.

"It won't take too long, not if I have anything to do with it." My dad says mischievously.

I roll my eyes, "A little bird told you huh." 

He shrugs and we walk down to everyone else's desk as my dad goes off to the break room. Emily catches a glimpse of me and walks over, "What did Strauss want with you?" She asks with annoyance in her voice, not everyone is very um...fond of Strauss.

"Oh, nothing bad." I say, biting the smile on my face.

Emily catches up on it and cocks her eyebrow, "Mhm..you know I could always analyze you to figure it out." 

"You'll find out soon enough." I smirk and she squints her eyes with a smile. 

I look over my shoulder and see Spencer sitting at his desk attempting to hide a smile behind his fist as he's holding his head up. 

Little birdie. Right.

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[cherrifire]

Archived in the Southlands: Turn the White Snow Red

Case #0211905-B

Original recording of Ren Dog and Martyn Littlewood's road trip to the Dogwarts Valley hunting grounds.

[Martyn] Remember, you can back out at any time. But once you find me and I swing the axe, there’s no going back. [Ren] I know. [Martyn] Are you scared? [Ren] Terrified.

Word count: 3089

Be sure to read Case #0211905-A before this one.

[AU Masterpost]

[Click]

(Car trunk closing.)

[Martyn] Okay. I think that's everything. If we leave now, we'll get to the hunting grounds by midnight. Which is surprisingly the perfect time to do this.

[Ren] Are you sure about this?

[Martyn] I think I should be the one asking you that.

[Ren] I mean, are you sure Dogwarts Valley is a good location?

[Martyn] It's the best we got on such short notice. Why? Do you have a better place in mind?

[Ren] No, no. It's just- I used to go there with my family sometimes and I forgot.

[Martyn] Remember any early experiences with The Hunt? Dogwarts is a pretty strong place for it.

[Ren] No. I just get a strange feeling in the back of my head when I think about the place.

[Martyn] Shame. I was hoping to drag a second statement out of you.

[Ren] You can't just snack on my brain like that, dude.

[Martyn] Your statement was bland anyway. Tasted like a dog biscuit I mistook for a cookie once.

[Ren] Stop messing with me. You can't actually taste the statements.

[Martyn] Are you sure about that?

[Ren] Dude, I'm forced to answer all your questions! Could you just answer one of mine without being cryptic?

[Martyn] Ren, who's your favourite My Little Pony character?

(Static)

[Ren] AppleJack.

[Martyn] (Gasp) Really!?!?

[Ren] Dang it, Martyn! Stop that, you filthy animal!

(Martyn laughs.)

[Click]

-

[Click]

(Sounds of inside a moving car.)

[Ren] I have a question

[Martyn] Shoot, I'm quite literally The Eye's personal filing cabinet.

[Ren] The Entities feed off the fear of all living things, right?

[Martyn] Well, feed implies they need it. In all honesty, I don't know why they're trying to scare us. Maybe they do need it, maybe they're just messing with us, I don't know. But yes, whatever it is, it affects all living things that experience fear.

[Ren] Then shouldn't the animals on grounds be enough? Do you have to be there?

[Martyn] Yes.

[Ren] Why?

[Martyn] Well, first, you need someone to… uh- y'know, chop your head off so The Hunt has the opportunity to fully claim you.

[Ren] But there's more to it, isn't there?

[Martyn] Oh geez, okay, how do I explain this…

Imagine you're a king leading a giant army that'll do whatever you ask at a wave of your hand. You have thousands of soldiers off at war, and thousands more on the sideline waiting for your command. You have your favourites, but it's impossible to keep track of all your soldiers let alone the peasants within your city walls.

Then one day, one of those peasants shows up at the castle gates with an enemy soldier in their arms. And upon closer examination, that little soldier is the right-hand man to a king you've been at war with for decades. Sure, the peasant and the soldier staged the whole thing and they have an escape plan ready once the peasant becomes a knight. But you don't know that.

[Ren] And there's still a chance the king won't notice…

[Martyn] Or he might not care.

[Ren] Right…

(A pause.)

[Martyn] Remember, you can back out at any time. But once you find me and I swing the axe, there’s no going back.

[Ren] I know.

[Martyn] Are you scared?

[Ren] Terrified.

[Martyn] Good. Me too.

[Click]

-

[Click]

(Sounds of inside a moving car.)

[Ren] So you're going to go for the neck, right? For drama?

[Martyn] What!?

[Ren] Earlier, you said you’d chop my head off. I mean, come on Martyn, we have to give The Hunt a show. It'll be just like that play you helped me practice months ago! You remember the one? The Rise of the Red King.

[Martyn] Ren, that’s not funny!

[Ren] Me Hand, I’m going to ask yee for the first part of tonight's test, to do a terrible, terrible thing.

[Martyn] (Laughing) Ren, this is serious.

[Ren] I’m going to ask yee, me hand, me loyal friend, to slice the head off yee king.

[Martyn] I don’t know if I can do it, m’lord. It goes against everything that I swore! Back in like- maybe act 2. I don't know what it was.

(Ren and Martyn both laugh.)

[Click]

-

[Click]

(A few clicks of a gas pump being hung up.)

(Martyn sighs.)

(Extended sound of crickets chirping in the night.)

[Martyn] It's getting colder. Summer nights always feel like winter to me.

(Ren hums a response, distracted.)

(A pause.)

[Ren] What if I hurt you too?

[Martyn] What's that?

[Ren] When we get to Dogwarts, what if it takes over like it did last night and I hurt you?

[Martyn] You probably will.

[Ren] That doesn't help.

[Martyn] No, it doesn't. But it's the truth.

(A pause.)

Here… Take this.

[Ren] What?

[Martyn] Take it. Use it as an anchor. Or to track me, I don't care. You're a sentimental guy, right?

[Ren] But you never take your bandana off.

[Martyn] And you never take that bow off.

[Ren] I guess so. I kinda forgot, but this is the Dogwarts pattern. My parents got it for me. It makes me feel… safer, somehow.

[Martyn] Oh, wow. I just wear this bandana because it looks cool.

[Ren] (A soft laugh) It does make you look cool, I'll give you that. But I can't take it.

[Martyn] Why not?

(Static)

[Ren] Because it feels like you’re giving me a parting gift. Like you think one of us won’t make it.

(A pause.)

You really have to stop doing that, dude.

[Martyn] Oh shoot- I didn’t mean to that time, I swear!

[Ren] It’s… Fine.

(A pause.)

(Martyn sighs.)

(Footsteps on pavement as he approaches Ren.)

What are you-

[Martyn] You take the bandana. And if this thing is really protecting you, then I’ll… take the bow! There! Aren’t I cute?

[Ren] (Laughing) You look ridiculous, dude.

[Martyn] And you… actually, look really cool. Now that's just not fair.

[Ren] Well, thank you.

[Martyn] But now you have to survive so you can give me my bandana back, and I have to survive so I can give you your bow.

[Ren] I guess that's… sort of better.

[Martyn] Good. Now let's get back on the road.

(Car door opens.)

[Ren] Okay.

[Click]

-

[Click]

(Sounds of inside a moving car.)

(Martyn is humming along to a soft and quiet song on the radio. Most will recognize it as "When Can I See You Again?")

[Ren] Martyn?

[Martyn] Yeah?

[Ren] Did the recorder just turn on all on its own?

(The radio is turned off.)

[Martyn] Probably. It tends to do that when something important is happening. I actually never hit record, I just assume it'll turn on for me.

I'm surprised it took you this long to realize.

[Ren] I see… that's… concerning.

[Martyn] oOoOo oh no! Maybe I'll start info dumping again! Mansplain you to death.

[Ren] (Laughing) You're unbelievable.

[Martyn] But it turned on for a reason anyway. Did you have a question for me?

[Ren] Can I know your favourite My Little Pony character?

[Martyn] No. That stays between me and The Eye.

[Ren] Dude, are you serious? That's not fair!

(A pause.)

I bet it’s Rainbow Dash.

[Martyn] (Offended) What makes you say that!?

[Ren] It’s the massive ego.

(Martyn starts to make offended sounds of protest, struggling to find a response. Ren starts laughing.)

I’m right! Aren’t I?

[Martyn] Don’t look at me like that.

(Ren starts to laugh harder and it isn’t long before Martyn starts to laugh as well.)

[Ren] I knew it!

(Ren continues to laugh, but Martyn suddenly stops.)

[Martyn] Wait-

(Ren stops laughing as well.)

(Static)

Oh. Oh no.

[Ren] Martyn? Martyn, What's wrong?

[Martyn] REN LOOK OUT!

(A loud STOMP as Ren slams on the brakes.)

(Tires screeching against the road.)

(Martyn and Ren scream.)

[Click]

-

[Click]

(Extended sound of heavy footsteps on grass.)

[Martyn] Ren- Ren, slow down! You're going too fast I-

[Ren] Don't you dare let go!

[Martyn] Ren we can't keep running like this! You have to do something!

(The footsteps stop and there's a 'thud' and an "oomf" of Martyn bumping into Ren.)

(They're both quiet for a moment and that silence is broken by a howl in the distance.)

Look- I can't do anything- I- I get to know things but even then, The Eye is barely spoon-feeding me anything useful right now. I don’t even know who it’s hunting.

[Ren] I know.

[Martyn] What-?

[Ren] I can feel it boiling in my blood. It wants me to rip you apart. Bit by bit.

[Martyn] But you won't… right?

[Ren] Not yet. Right now, you're bait.

(Bushes rustle and a low growl can be heard in the distance. It's accompanied by a strange crackling sound as well.)

[Martyn] Jesus christ- What Is that thing!?

(The snarling grows louder and the crackling starts to layer.)

(Fast paws on grass as the creature charges.)

[Ren] I've got this.

(Ren huffs in preparation then shouts as he swings a heavy weapon. It collides with something wet and something snaps under the impact. The beast whimpers and hits the ground before it starts to growl once more.)

(Ren swings again with a hefty grunt. There's another large snap accompanied by more whimpers.)

(A third swing. Nothing follows.)

(A fourth swing. Nothing follows.)

(A fifth swing and Ren starts to laugh.)

[Martyn] Ren…?

[Ren] Now, I have you all to myself, Archivist. You might want to start running.

(Quick footsteps against grass as Martyn starts to run.)

(Ren can be heard laughing in the distance.)

[Click]

-

[Click]

(Car door opens. Martyn climbs inside and then slams the door shut.)

(A click of the doors being locked.)

[Martyn] I knew this was a bad idea!

(A key turns in the ignition but the engine is failing to start)

Come on- come on! This is the kind of shit that’s supposed to only happen in movies! Come on!

(Static)

Oh no…

(Something heavy SLAMS on top of the car. Martyn takes in a sharp breath, then goes quiet.)

[Ren] (muffled, behind glass.) Aww, leaving so soon?

(Claws against metal, screeching.)

What's the plan, Martyn? Leave me here all alone? I thought we were friends.

[Martyn] You took my axe! I can't defend myself!

[Ren] Defend yourself? From what?

[Martyn] From you!

[Ren] Me??? Martyn, I’d never hurt you.

[Martyn] You're lying.

[Ren] Am I?

[Martyn] What are y-

(A heavy fist slams into the window, glass cracking.)

[Ren] I'm getting real tired of your questions, Archivist.

(Martyn picks up the recorder and moves from the front seat to the back. Ren laughs at it.)

It's like watching a bug squirm around in the cup you trapped it under.

[Martyn] Oh, I bet you're just loving this.

[Ren] I do find it amusing, yes. But I'm sure you can guess what comes next.

[Martyn] You're going to let me go.

[Ren] I even left your axe somewhere in the woods for you. Aren't I nice?

[Martyn] But then you're going to hunt me down.

[Ren] I could give you a head start. After all, what are friends for?

[Martyn] Friends don't hunt each other for sport, Ren!

(Claws against metal again, warping and crushing it.)

[Ren] Friends also don’t force each other to reveal their deepest fears, Martyn!

[Martyn] I-

[Ren] I’ll give you 1 minute to get out and start running before I crawl in there and drag you out myself.

(Shaking of a door handle, then the small click of the doors unlocking and the door opening immediately after.)

(Martyn bolts, his footsteps heavy on the grass as Ren’s laugh quickly fades out of range.)

[Click]

-

[Click]

[Martyn] (Out of breath) If I make it out of this alive-

(He stops to catch his breath.)

I'm never touching grass again.

(A pause.)

Is that… snow?

[Ren] (Distant) Martyn!

[Martyn] Shit-

[Click]

-

[Click]

(Extended sound of footsteps on snow. It’s calm.)

(Martyn sighs and stops walking.)

(Static)

(He continues walking.)

[Martyn] I can hear him lurking in the distance. He’s far enough so I don’t start running but close enough so I’m on edge. He’s just… Watching. Isn’t that funny?

(A pause.)

I know he’s messing with me… I mean, obviously. It’s The Hunt, that’s what The Hunt does… It likes to play with its food. It chases. It hunts. I just…

(Shouting) I just wish he’d get it over with!

(Silence)

(Martyn sighs again.)

I’m so tired of this. I’m sweaty, I’m cold, I’m afraid, and Ren’s bow feels like a giant target on my head! Of course he’d find a magnet for The Hunt comforting. He’s actually insane. Because this stupid tape recorder is not making me feel any better! So that’s not fair!

Stupid piece of JUNK!

(Martyn throws the tape recorder and it lands in the snow. He walks away and it’s silent for about a minute before he comes running back.)

I take it back- where’d I throw it!?

(Martyn picks up the recorder and sighs.)

(A pause.)

(Ren can be heard laughing in the distance.)

(Another pause.)

(Shouting) I hate this by the way! If you even care!

[Ren] Of course I care.

[Martyn] Fuck-

[Click]

-

[Click]

(Extended sound of heavy breathing and running. Twigs snapping, leaves crunching, and heavy footsteps on snow.)

[Martyn] SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!

(Ren can be heard laughing in the distance.)

[Click]

-

[Click]

(Extended silence except for the sound of something softly dripping onto the ground accompanied by Martyn's heavy breaths.)

[Martyn] I…

(He pauses. The silence returns as Martyn tries to catch his breath.)

You made me do it! I had no choice! I-

(Another pause.)

What have I done…

(The axe is dropped to the ground, soft against the snow.)

(Martyn also falls to his knees.)

(Extended silence.)

(Static)

Ren?

(Martyn gasps and lets out a cry in agony. A weak laugh comes from Ren and it’s accompanied by the snapping and popping of joints. As Ren’s laugh turns more sinister and lowers in pitch, there’s a heavy growl that rises in its place.) 

Ah-! Ren- Ren, you’re digging into- AH- You have to let go! Your claws- They hurt!

(Ren’s voice is low and harsh, inhuman.)

[Ren] Martyn.

[Martyn] Ren you have to listen to me-

[Ren] Martyn…

[Martyn] Look- Ren. You caught me. You can let go n-

(Increased growling. Pained cries are accompanied by the sound of ripping flesh. Martyn tries to laugh through the pain.)

The hunt- The one you told me about in your statement- It’s over! I’m not going anywhere!

I promise!

(The growling slows then stops. Martyn lets out a shaky sigh of relief as Ren releases him.)

[Ren] (Closer to normal but still rough) Martyn?

[Martyn] Yeah, it’s me.

[Ren] You’re here.

[Martyn] I’m here.

[Click]

-

[Click]

(Extended silence.)

(Martyn takes a sharp breath.)

[Ren] Sorry!

[Martyn] It’s okay.

(A pause)

[Ren] These scratches are so bad. And this one on your hand… I’m so sorry Martyn. How on Earth are you still alive?

[Martyn] Freaky magic shenanigans.

[Ren] No kidding.

[Martyn] I packed a few statements in the back. They’ll help.

[Ren] Is that really how it works?

[Martyn] You just had the hunt of your life, you tell me.

[Ren] Okay. Let me grab one for you.

(Car door opens and Ren gets out. The trunk opens and Ren rummages through their things.)

(Distant) Is there a specific one you want?

[Martyn] Not really. Why do you ask?

[Ren] I wasn’t sure if you were serious about my statement tasting like a dog biscuit.

[Martyn] (Laughing) No, I was messing with you.

(The trunk slams shut.)

[Ren] Alright. I grabbed a Hunt statement. Hope that’s okay.

[Martyn] (Laughing) Of course you did. That’s fine.

(Ren hands him the papers.)

[Ren] While you read that, I’ll see if I can find someone to help us get home at the Dogwarts lodge. I’m sure you don’t want me around right now-

[Martyn] No! No, I-... I want you to stay.

[Ren] After what I did? Are you insane? Why?

(A pause.)

[Martyn] Do you want to know why I stayed last night instead of running away like everyone else?

[Ren] Because you could just look at me and I'd crumble into a billion pieces.

[Martyn] What?

[Ren] Dude, I don't know what you can do!

[Martyn] No, I- I stayed because even if I was scared, I couldn't… You…

(A pause.)

The thought of leaving your side is scarier than everything I went through tonight.

[Ren] Martyn…

(Martyn coughs as he tries to laugh.)

[Martyn] You took me in when I was a lonely traveller-

[Ren] Are you being serious right now?

[Martyn] Going across the lands, searching the four corners of this world.

[Ren] (Laughing) Martyn you are literally dying in the back seat of my car. Could you please be serious?

[Martyn] You taught me the play.

[Ren] I-

[Martyn] (With force) I learnt there was nothing in this world for me! And you know what?!?

[Ren] I know you missed a line.

[Martyn] You showed me life! As much as I’ve taken it from you, you gave it back to me in buckets fulls!

(Sincere) So I'm with you. This is us now…

This is us.

(A pause.)

[Ren] Okay.

(Ren crawls back into the car and closes the door behind him.)

Read me the statement.

[Martyn] Of course, Ren.

[Click]

-

[Click]

[Ren] Watch your step. I’ve got you.

(Footsteps up a few stairs.)

(Door opens accompanied by a bell chime.)

[???] Good morning! Welcome to Dogwarts Valley! I'll be with you in just a- Oh my word! Are you two okay?

[Martyn] Yeah, just a few scratches. Not a big deal.

[Ren] I crashed our car and we lost our phones. We just need a way back to the city.

[???] Right- Yes! I’ll get something on the way for you guys. Are you sure you’re both okay? No offence, but you look awful.

[Martyn] It’s alright. We’re both more than okay, promise.

[Ren] I'm actually feeling better than ever right now.

[???] That’s a relief. I’m just worried. People sometimes get into a lot of trouble with the animals around here. In any case, is there anything I can get you guys while we wait?

[Martyn] Actually, yes.

[Ren] I think we’ll take a few banners. I've grown attached to the pattern.

[Martyn] And tell me about the trouble you've been having with the animals while we’re here.

(Static)

[Click]

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Read the next part: Case #0211905-C

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[iamasaddie]

hard to be soft, tough to be tender (a.k.a. PIMP!Joel) sneak peek under the cut <3

"I need to know what we're working with here." He shrugged his shoulders like it was the most mundane thing you were discussing. His familiarity with sex, the easy relationship he had with something so unknown to you, made you feel like a child. Like someone inexperienced, and not important enough to engage with. Someone small. You hated that as much as you hated bulky FEDRA soldiers covered in armor from head to toe. Their power over you was undeniable, making you feel lesser, transforming you into a bug under a giant's thumb, so easy to crush.

"What do you mean?" You didn't know what to expect, whether he'd take you to some shady place full of tired women, or if you'd have a room in a dark basement. You just knew that soon there'd be a stranger between your legs helping you to earn your living. "Don't I just... Y’know?"

"What? Get your first client for your pretty face and then leave him unsatisfied and me with a bad reputation?" Joel raised his eyebrows and shook his head, something he'd been doing a lot recently. "No, rabbit, that’s not how it works here."

A bucket of ice-cold water thrown over a sun-licked body would feel warmer than a single tear of sweat that dripped down your back. "So you what, ‘test' every girl you’ve got?"

"I don't test, I make sure they're ready for what's to come and they know what they do. Most of my girls have a bigger experience than, apparently, you do," you internally scolded yourself for the embarrassment that ran through you when his words settled in. There was nothing wrong with not sleeping around, you thought. There was nothing wrong with you. Joel, seemingly oblivious to your turmoil, continued, "they just show me some stuff so that I'm content they can do the job."

You cracked your knuckles, freshly cut fingernails unable to leave the bloody crescents on your palms that would help you distract yourself from an upcoming panic attack. Your stomach made a summersault as you tried to even your breathing.

"What?" Joel came closer to you, his broad frame in a simple grey t-shirt and washed jeans towering above you and that feeling of being too small, too unimportant, and weak flooded your lungs again. "You're ready to fuck a stranger, but can't show me how you fuck your pussy? Not sure you can stay, then."

Your head snapped and you met his eyes. They were too curious for a person who was ready to let you go, but you were too busy going down the spiral to notice. 

"No, I can, it's just… "

'He's gonna know and he's gonna throw you out', you thought. 'No way he won't. He's gonna laugh at you and you're gonna die of hunger in the streets. And then the rats will eat your face.'

"It's just what?" His voice brought you back from the image of different pests feasting on your lifeless body. 

"I know how sex works, okay?" You could still try, maybe he'd be condescending to your honesty. "But I didn't spend that much time doing this."

His face was all colors of surprise and he didn't even try to hide it. Brown pools filled with merriment rather than disappointment. "This? Masturbating? You spent over twenty years without getting off?"

"Well, I'm sorry that wasn't my fucking top priority when I was barely conscious to get my body to the bed after working for 17 hours, okay? To an apartment that I shared with three other people!"

You felt anger surpassing your shame on the surface and boiling over. You knew snapping at him wasn't the best way to get in the man's good graces, most likely he'd just think you too difficult, and being inexperienced on top of that? Well, that was a one-way ticket to the streets. But you couldn't help yourself. Did he actually think that you lived lavishly? Came home to the silk sheets to have a glass of wine before spending hours on end learning of the pleasure of your body? Was that the kind of girls he had up there? If that was the case, you couldn't hold a candle up to them. 

Your days were long, painful, and dirty. You were lucky enough if you had enough energy to wipe yourself with a semi-clean rag that was once your t-shirt, as you tried to leave the pitiful excuse for the bathroom and hide in your room. Sometimes you were so hungry and exhausted that you didn't even take your dirty boots off, climbing on your bed, stuffing your hands under your head, and praying for sleep to come sooner and relieve you from the pain of your empty stomach and bloodied blisters lef by the boots that were too small for your feet.

"Okay, okay, don't get so fuckin' aggressive." He raised his hands in defense, "It's okay. At least I know what we have here."

"So, what... I don't qualify? Should I let myself out?"

"No, you should drop the attitude and sit your ass on the couch." He surprised you again, maybe you should stop thinking about the man being the Devil's son and right hand. "Lose the pants and underwear and I'm gonna guide you through it, okay?"

Or maybe not.

"You gonna…?"

"No," Joel didn't let your mind stray too far, "I'm gonna watch and tell you what to do, okay? I've got more than enough experience to be able not to touch you and still help you cum."

You huffed, the arrogance this man had must've been bigger than his dick. "Cocky much?" 

"That, too." He smiled knowingly, passing your question as a joke, but his face quickly turned serious - professional? - as he gave you another way out. "So, you're in or out?"

You didn't bother to reply, turning to walk toward the couch. Your barely cooperative fingers trembled and you forced yourself to relax as you untied the string of the sweats he gave you before and dropped them on the floor. You sat your ass on the couch and hissed when the cold leather met your ass cheeks. Joel's eyes were on your covered mound and he smirked.

"That's adorable." His index finger - you thought it was at least as thick as two of yours - pointed at your pussy which was only covered in simple cotton panties with a print that said "Thursday" and a sleepy cartoon cat above it. "Today's Monday, though."

Your face heated, all blood from your body traveling to your cheeks and you mumbled, cursing another sign of your poor sexual experience, "I didn't have rations to s - -"

"It doesn't matter," Joel sounded like he meant it, and moved a chair for himself to sit opposite of you. "Some will find it endearing, and others don't care what you wear as long as they know you'll take it off."

You nodded. It wasn't exactly the encouragement you'd been hoping for, but then again, it wasn't Joel's job to encourage you. He got comfortable in the chair, spreading his legs wide in what looked like a power-move but he seemed to do it unconsciously, and looked at you expectantly, "Take 'em off."

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a/n: this is going to be a long ass chapter. we're talking 5k words at least.

#iamasaddie fic #htbs sneak peek

[my0vershareworld]

𝕤𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕚𝕤 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖..𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕗𝕦𝕟!

Pairing: Szayelaporro Granz x GN!Human reader

Genre: teen love au, fluff, one-shot

word count: 1214 words

CW: None

requested by anon: Can you do one shot with of teen love with Szayelaporro please :) (Im referring to thsoe Headcanons you did btw)

well..it was a summer break and he's back here at this stupid school once more, he never really liked school because he think he's too smart to even be studying here anymore. he just wanted to go somewhere else, somewhere better, somewhere where he can learn new things and lead to him being the best of the best of every successful person ever, but nonetheless..he still have to learn here until further notice..ugh..how boring!

little does he know..it won't be boring anymore after this year.

he wakes up fresh and beautiful like he always does. as he sits straight on his bed and stretch as he get out of bed to go to the bathroom and wash his face..is first day at school once again, now to get ready and grab his back so he can head to school..

he get out his house and leave in with the bus..he was not really doing anything while being in the bus, he was just staring out the window looking at the nature..it was pretty boring until the bus stopped and let all students walks out the bus to finally have his walk to school..

going back to school is never a fun experience at all.

now he's here, in class, put down his bag and sat there waiting for class..he don't really have much friends to talk to since he was seen as a weirdo and arrogant all the time, well, they aren't really wrong on the arrogant part. he does like to talk about himself over and over again..but can he really help and care about it when all he cares is about being the most perfect human god has ever made him to be? nope! he thinks they all should just blame god for making him so marvelous and amazing! more amazing then anything humans ever made!

so on so forth the bell rang and the teacher came in..new student? how nice. and there you are..walked into the classroom with pure elegance he narrowed his eyes, almost glaring as he watched you walk into the classroom and introducing yourself

"hi! I'm uh-..{your full name}, I hope we can get along!-" you said nervously because the whole class was staring at you..not saying a single word like they were judging you..the teacher told you to sit right next to the kid with medium pink hair name Szayelaporro Granz

and you did. on your way walking there everyone was..almost outright glaring at you the moment you sat on your chair besides the pink hair dude. and so was the guy.

he was definitely glaring at you for whatever reason..seems so mad for no reason- he seems so mad at you just for sitting besides him yet he just scoff and look out the window..all you can do was just stares at him as you pull out your books and started to study.

the whole class you can see that Szayelaporro was not at all paying any attention to class or teacher until the teacher pick on him to answer a question and he'll answer almost immediately, it was almost impressive how fast he answer it.

the same thing goes on for..months..a whole year at best but every time you look at the dude he was always staring at you..with a narrowed eyes..

Szayelaporro he was just..pretty much looking at you from far away, always. you can find him anywhere staring at you to the point that people think is weird and is a creepy behavior and almost got a teacher called on him before he threatened the person to not tell shit or he'll slice their throat open and pull out their guts from their throat. but well..you wouldn't know about all that right?

in all honesty he was just obsessed with you, there's so rarely a new student would join the school..he always do this with every new students and he scares them off or just get told to fuck off but you never do such a thing, instead time to time you tried and talk to him because he was an outcast so you almost pity him..is actually painful to have you pitying him but honestly he don't care, because it's you

what?

ugh. it just- every time you spoke to him something kind of lights up within him like a fire. almost..a happy fuzzy feelings. your weird antics and how you act around people got him feeling some kind of way that he could not explain..how the hell can he explains it?! he's supposed to be the guy that knows everything! the guy that is the perfect being! then what the hell is this feeling?!

he questioned himself..for a very long time, while also staring at you yeah.

he took out his sweet time after a bit to research on whatever he's feeling..and what was it called.

love? love. love

love wasn't something Szayelaporro was used to, his older brother lives in the same house as his but he was left behind compares to him despite that he's older than him by like two years..? god he don't know, he don't fucking care about his dumbass anyways. his brother always avoid him (because he tried to experiment on him a bunch of times) and his parents died at a young age leaving him and Yylfordt alone. so it was just him..and his brother, there was no love between them, only thing they share is one last name

so truly he never experience love.and so on he was SHOOK he was..experiencing something he never experience. how the hell is he going to do with this feeling? do he let it go? do he try and make a move on you? oh, don't be dumb, Szayelaporro! you're the perfect being! everyone would want to be with you, go ahead and make a move.

so he did. at first he sent in those secret admirers notes in your locker, and then he sent gifts, but afterward he can't just make anyone steal you from him! he have to make an obvious move! and he did! he would comes outta nowhere and shove gifts in you and just started doing corny ass jokes at you that will either confused you or actually fluster you.

he'll do this whole shit until he was finally 100% sure he'll get you into his arms.

after almost another year he confessed. right in front of your locker while you were putting in your books and all that. you were almost startled as the guy push you into your locker and put a hand on the height of your head.

"I'm surprised you still haven't confessed to me, dear. is quite obvious that my attempts of flirting was working on you..and I think is time I'll tell you myself"

took a deep breath in, holy fuck he IS nervous actually..he was prepared for this yet he was still nervous. but he still spit out his word..

"I know you'll accept, but..I love you, {Name}. I've been in love with you for a really long time..can you believe it? someone like ME liking YOU..pfft..almost a joke isn't it? well it ain't no joke with my love for you"

he said as he bluntly grasp your hand and kiss it like a gentleman.

-------------------------------ACCEPT?------------------------------------

‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ -> Yes ->No

#ɢɪꜰᴛ ʙᴀʟʟ ᴅᴇʟᴜxᴇ #ik this is prob shit but this took me way longer than i thought #szayelaporro #szayelaporro granz #szayelaporro x reader #szayelaporro x y/n #szayelaporro x you #bleach #bleach fanfiction #bleach fanfic #bleach x reader #bleach x y/n #bleach x you

[thebardisabird]

Do you have any headcanons of the boys sexual orientation besides Karamatsu who is canonically bisexual, I send you this ask before and can you make them talk to the person of each of the boys revealing their orientation, I bet each of them would be nervous

Hm...I'll be honest, I don't know if I could headcanon them correctly. None of what I would imagine their orientation to be completely fits, if that makes sense! So I honestly would just leave that up to interpretation - I know that's a cop out answer, I'm sorry lol. I can do what they'd be like coming out to their person though sure! Osomatsu would have a minor bout of hesitation. This isn't something he discussed at length even with his brothers, but it was something he felt was important to tell the people he considered important. He ends up being very casual about it, with his crush being completely cool with it and thanking him for his honesty, talking about possibly even going on a pachinko date together.

Karamatsu would be quite nervous, I think. That bravado he usually sports takes a backseat when coming to terms with who he is and wanting to tell his object of affection the honest truth. It comes out stuttered and his face is all sorts of shades of pink. But when he hears them react positively he feels ten times lighter. Immediately his suave attitude comes back into play, charming his crush and casanova-ing his way into having coffee together.

Choromatsu is probably the most nervous of them all. There's a million things running through his head - the biggest and baddest being what will his crush think?! When he does muster up the courage to tell them, he basically squawks out his feelings, he's that nervous. But his crush is extremely sweet about it - he's given a hug and is praised for being vulnerable and sharing that part of him with them. They end up going to the bookstore together!

Ichimatsu is actually the most chill about it. He is comfortable in that part of himself and it just kind of comfortably comes out when he and his crush are hanging out one day. He does get the surprise of his life though when they just smile and say, "I know...but I'm glad you told me."

Jyushimatsu is surprisingly very nervous! While he's confident in himself, it still shakes him a bit because he's not sure what to expect with someone else! He's a little afraid of rejection too, but that fear ends up quelling when his crush reminds him that they're always there for him. He finds it easier to tell them after that - and he gets the biggest hug of his life for doing so.

Todomatsu is somewhere between scared and completely ready to tell his crush. It's always nerve wracking to be that vulnerable, but Totty realizes that his crush is someone he feels he can completely crush. So he takes a deep breath and let's them have it...and he is pleasantly surprised to find his crush is extremely supportive - and may also have a little crush on him right back ❤️

#ososan #osomatsu san #osomatsu #osomatsu matsuno #karamatsu #karamatsu matsuno #choromatsu #choromatsu matsuno #ichimatsu #ichimatsu matsuno #jyushimatsu #jyushimatsu matsuno #todomatsu #todomatsu matsuno #ososan headcanons #osomatsu san headcanons #ososan imagines #osomatsu san imagines #coming out

[muckety-mucks-i-s-goin-delux]

Crutchie comparison: Livesies vs West Endsies

Haven't seen 92sies in forever and I don't want to be inaccurate (might add it later). Also I've only seen Livesies and as for the West Endsies I've seen it only twice so I'm relying on my memory.

Livesies!Crutchie

AKB Crutchie gives major younger brother vibes which is funny cos I'm pretty sure AKB is older than JerJor but, not because of his disability or even his sunshine demeanor it's just vibes. He gives younger brother vibes. He is a realist, all of the newsies are, it would be stupid if they weren't but weighing on the optimist side. He smiles a lot, his shooting from the slingshot is almost like supervised by Jack, like they are messing around, older to younger brother. His comments are purely comedic, so are his expressions. He's the kind of person that you cannot be mad at. He is strong, he can take care of himself and he isn't babied by the others but at the same time if there is an opportunity to help Crutchie out they jump to it. Like at the beginning of Carrying the Banner, Albert carried Crutchie away to make a quick gateway. And during the Letter from the Refuge his "tell the fellas to protect one another" is kind of, like he doesn't want Jack to worry about him but worry about the rest of the newsies.

And honesty I don't mind, it seems to work for him well however I would have loved a glimpse of a really mad/angry, resigned Crutchie and I would have loved to see him swear. He's a teenage boy living on the streets of New York, he's sunshine but let's be reasonable, he's gotta be as much of a little shit as the rest of them and this is what I'm missing from the screen.

West Endsies!Crutchie

He sounds like a Muppet (affectionate), he's tall, lanky, feral, gremlin child. It's been confirmed that he's already said "fuck", "shit", and called Jack "dumbass" behind his back.

He's smiley alright but you cannot convince me that at the same time he's not a menace, as much if not more than any other newsie. It's abundantly clear that Crutchie and Jack are equals. Equals in a sense they both are watching over the newsies. When I went to see it, just before Watch What Happens when they were all leaving Davey called Les, who was following Crutchie.

"C'mon Les, our folks will be waiting"

"Right, they've got folks"

It was somewhere between, Crutchie ready to steal a child and already being very protective over Les, like he would be with other newsies (minus the loving bullying)

He's also shown, if I remember correctly more around other newsies not just mainly Jack. He's not just dependent on Jack he's very much independent and they do their own things during the strike.

This Crutchie is also a realist more more bitter one, he's rougher around the edges, he's not just voicing the concern - that they should just buy the papers by new price and get on with their life's so they won't starve - he's talking with conviction.

He's also the brain behind all of the shenanigans, you cannot convince me otherwise. In Carrying the Banner he's shooting his fellow newsies with various levels of accuracy but he's doing it from the rafters, in hiding just to mess with them. He's the kind of person to gaslit all residents of the Lodging House into thinking he hasn't done something even if there are witness claiming they've seen him do it. He'd rob you brind and then smile and you start wondering if you actually got robbed or not.

He's shown to be more than capable of taking care of himself, even though they haven't changed the scrip it's just a vibe that Crutchie will not hesitate to beat you up. His Letter from the Refuge, just as heartbreaking as AKB has a different meaning, it's as if he's reminding Jack that he's got responsibility to the rest of the newsies to take care of them and keep the spirits high when he's not there to do it and to help to do it.

Again if I remember correctly he calls to Jack when they got beaten up and some of the newsies (I assume Finch and/Romeo? I don't remember) consider coming back for him, halfway up the main isle when they decide otherwise, Crutchie calls to them to run and save themselves.

When he gets out of the Refuge he's wearing a police helmet as if he's already made friends with everyone there/or stole it, playing with the whistle, annoyingly so. He's also the first one to whistle, loudly when Jack and Katherine kiss at the Finale, absolutely not letting Jack have his secrets and just teasing him.

Also, he's a disabled character played by a disabled actor. Also he's wearing dungarees and has a whistle.

I'm not saying this Crutchie is superior because I love them both, but this, this is what I've been missing, the realism (as much as you can have it in a Disney musical) but still.

#newsies #west endsies #broadway #newsies live #newsies london #newsies the musical #newsies uk #jack kelly #newsies broadway #Crutchie #crutchie newsies #crutchie morris #andrew keenan bolger #matthew duckett

[vanikolya]

cw: mentions of past emotional abusive relationship

reader info: they/them, no gendered terms used

notes: it's fine this isn't annoying! i've literally had like a 3 week consistent brainrot over this guy, it has to go somewhere, and i love doing alphabet headcanons fr ;u; also not me accidentally posting this before sjdjfjd. using this alphabet for these headcanons! also i'm sorry if this feels out of character at points or if i contradict or repeat myself, i'm still trying to get used to build my funny little perception of how i want to write his character <3

SPACE BOYFRIEND / HALKENNA FAIRWAY SFW ALPHABET HEADCANONS

A / activities: playing games, honestly like anything if the two of you are cuddling as well tbf. he usually invites you to go on space adventures with him. he can't cook but he also likes to help you if you're cooking sjdjdjd. naps together >>>>

B / beauty: everything about you, yes shh cliche i know but he probably just has little moments where you'll be cuddling and he'll just like really softly like "pspsps i love you, i love your voice, i love your eyes, i love how you are, everything about you" moments

C / comfort: he stays with you for as long as you need to calm down and feel better, reassuring you either just verbally or with holding you in his arms too if that's something you're comfortable with when you're panicked/upset. he gets members of crew to get you anything you need especially if it's just a bad day in general and you want to stay in bed/just your shared room so kenna will be spending pretty much the majority of the day with you for as long as you let him sjdjdjf

D / dreams: he doesn't exactly want to have a planned out dream for your future together, like some people may do; you being with him and both of you being happy and safe is usually about as far as he goes. after things with sweetheart, halkenna is a bit tentative to get too excited about potentially getting married to you and starting a family if that's something you would both want. it's too far into the future and he doesn't want to be let down by his own dreams, even if he has no current reason to believe you'd want to leave him at all (sorry i'm like actually an angst writer- xD)

E / equal: he's rather passive, he has lots of ideas and stuff of things to do together etc, but he's the type of person to like always specify etc that you have a say and if you don't want to do his idea then that's perfectly fine and you can give alternative ideas too etc etc

F / fight: kenna has a high temper and is actually pretty easy to infuriate imo, though he's learned and gotten used to being able to keep a level head and deal with things without getting mad. that being said, it would probably take a lot for him to actually have a proper argument with you, but even if he did he'd probably forgive you easily over what he had initially gotten mad about. however he doesn't like to fight with you so it's actually rare that he would start one

G / gratitude: he's very aware of everything you do for him and he also makes you very aware of how aware he is- xD, like lots of little thank you kisses and he does similar things to help you, "awww thank you ilysm ;u;" etc

H / honesty: he generally shares everything with you, he has nothing to hide really. the worst thing he's probably done is fight 4 children and even then he lost- xD. his biggest secret from you was probably something birthday present related and even then he would struggle to not tell you about it before your birthday came around, he gets too excited about the fact that he's gotten you something that he thinks you're definitely gonna like sjdhsjds

I / inspiration: he likes to think that you've made him act generally more gentle, and he's less irritable after meeting you. he also tries to help you keep open to new things and gives you the little encouraging pushes you need to do something New and Scary(tm), unless it's apparent it's something you're still not ready for

J / jealousy: i can see him getting jealous over you, although he's fairly reasonable with it, usually only getting jealous when someone else is like actively flirting with you, and at times where he's been busy recently and you'd rather go to hang out with someone else than him he'd probably be miffed but it never becomes some long term "i don't want you seeing your friends" kind of thing

K / kiss: i can only see your first kiss being something incredibly cliche or something just so wholesomely mundane, like the "has a first kiss after some dangerous event because 'i thought i would never see you again'" cliche or like "we kissed and cuddled at the end of a romcom ;u;'

L / love confession: very subtly through music he writes and shows to you and stuff but it's like accidentally too subtle that you just don't pick up on the fact the music is meant to mean something extra, until eventually he like actually feels comfortable with just fully telling you himself

M / marriage: contrary to what i said in dreams, halkenna does actually want to get married, he's just nervous over it since his last relationship wasn't the greatest at all and he's still coming to terms with the fact that not everyone is going to treat him like sweetheart did. assuming you two have been together for a good few years at this point, his proposal would probably be some big thing just between you two- so not like a public proposal or anything, but he's got a whole day made for it just for the two of you, building up to his proposal. he wants it to be a romantic day not just a little part of the day spent proposing <33 tbf marriage doesn't really change your relationship at all, he doesn't treat you any better because he was already treating you the best he could anyway, etc. but like, you're married !!!

N / nicknames: space related cute little nicknames ;u; i've said this before on a previous post, but, "starlight" and "moonbeam" as names you two call each other >>>>>>. although alternatively to this he probably calls stuff like dear and darling? he also just really likes it when you say his name as well tbf (as in, halkenna not spaceboy-) especially since no one else really calls him that so it'd be Special(tm) and Different(tm) xD

O / on cloud nine: it is so obvious to others that he's in love (as mentioned below, this is what i get for writing these in a random order), like he talks about you all the time to people, getting lovesick and just staying in bed when he misses you etc. also he just generally becomes more notably cheerful when he's with someone he loves

P / pda: absolutely, given you are okay with it. literally like everyone who knows him knows that he's dating you and he doesn't even have to upright tell them (although, he probably has), it's just that obvious from how he acts around you, so he absolutely does not mind being affectionate with you in public.

Q / quirk: the temptation for me to just say "space guns." here was strong even though it just makes no sense,, okay but i do think his funny little random beneficial ability would be the fact he like owns a space ship, you can literally just go anywhere, also i'd assume he's like well respected or at least feared by people who just... know he exists so like you're never really gonna have anyone who messes with you even when you're apart from kenna

R / romance: expect romantic cliches, he thinks they're often wholesome and cute and he likes them. likeee, stargazing together, probably picnics, watching films and playing games etc. although he does have the capability to be creative with it, he has like practically the whole universe at his disposal to do things with/for you. you could be like "oh i like this flower this is a cool flower" and he'd take you to some planet that's like practically covered with them and you'd just vibe there but like romantically- can you tell i've never been on a date and i have barely any idea how they work TT^TT

S / support: the second you asked him for any help he would be there to help as much as he can, like even if he has no knowledge whatsoever on the topic he'll still come help you figure it out. he's also generally just verbally supportive too, like if there's absolutely nothing he can do he'll just stick to words of encouragement etc. he believes in you wholeheartedly with anything you put your mind to <3

T / thrill: he's a mix imo, he doesn't require a routine at all and he loves trying new things and just doing things spontaneously, but also at the same time there's something cozy about having some days where you're just doing mundane routine little domestic things like watching movies and cooking together etc.

U / understanding: very empathetic!! he's always there for you if you need reassurance or a shoulder to cry on, he's really lovely about that kind of stuff and generally your emotions rub off on him really easily ("don't cry because then i'll cry" type of person). he also knows you really well! he listens as best as he can whenever you're talking about things even if in the grand scheme of things it's unimportant, like your favorite food or something, which he can literally do nothing with because he can't really cook but he still just knows it anyway

V / value: your relationship is very important to him. things like, whenever he's considering making plans, your thoughts and feelings about it are always a major factor, he takes a lot less risks in his job (is being a space pirate his job?? i mean i guess it is) because it's not just his safety on the line anymore there's also your happiness since he assumes you'd be upset if he got hurt, he talks about you all the time etc etc.. so yeah i suppose in comparison to everything else in his life it's like top of the list. second at most but only to family, alternatively it shares the top spot alongside family

W / wild card: he's way too good at crane games. like common knowledge that they're rigged to make them astranomically harder but he somehow just??? still wins you prizes all the time on them????? i feel like he's probably gotten kicked out of an arcade before because he'd got like 7 prizes from the 3 crane games there or something and the staff thought he'd messed with the machines. he also really likes arcades because i said so

X / xoxo: very very affectionate!! the longer you two have been dating for, the more comfortable and therefore more affectionate he is, lots of cuddles and kisses and hand holding etc. he knows he can be clingy so he tries to not be too overbearing when you've only been dating for a little while but uh yeah you're not getting out of it further into the relationship sjdshdjshd

Y / yearning: depending on the length of time you're away, he is either fine at handling missing you or he is extremely dramatic about it. like if you're on like a trip somewhere for the week he'll be out here acting like you've passed away like one time someone actually genuinely got really worried bc he was like shut in his room and when he actually had to come out to do something someone was like "i'm sorry for your loss, i heard (name) is gone, please take as much time as you need" and he was just like "excuse me whAT" but it was just because they'd taken him shutting himself in his room as him being in mourning 💀 he kind of made an effort to tone his yearning down after that tbf

Z / zeal: he would literally defend you with his life if he had to, he'd put his career/reputation on the line if it meant protecting you, he'd give up almost anything. he's very devoted to his relationship with you.

#omori game #space boyfriend x reader #captain spaceboy #space ex boyfriend #space ex husband #space boyfriend #omori spaceboy

[thegiantworld]

Kane's Element - Chapter 7

(WARNING: soft vore mentions, fatal vore mentions, threatening, etc)

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Mona watched as Kane thought, thinking to herself before speaking up a little.

"You don't have to worry.. I won't spill your secret." Kane paused hearing this and looked at Aliyah's friend, a bit surprised she could go from pointing a kitchen knife at him to keeping his feelings a secret.

"Anyways... Are you the monster from the stories or no? I-I'm only curious because you seem more.. chill than the actual stories I've heard." Mona explained, looking up at him. Hearing this, he squinted in a bit of annoyance but sighed, looking away from her.

"I am but... The stories are from when I was younger and stupider." He rubbed the back of his neck before Mona scooched closer, like a kid ready for storytime. He noticed and groaned a little before nodding.

"Fine.. Tell me, what stories of me have you heard?" He asked, raising a brow and Mona paused hearing this.

"Well... Multiple, really.. About the beast swallowing people and whole never to be seen again mostly..." She nervously fidgetted with her hands, looking down as she spoke rather quietly. Kane thought to himself before running a hand through his hair.

"Yeah.. When I was younger, I was dumb and reckless. I could have cared less about who I ate, who I ended in general... Human's had turned their back on me so I did the same. They hunted me, so I hunted them. I thought it was fair at the time, in all honesty.. But as I got older and it started seeming less fun, I took things more seriously. I usually just hunt animals now. But like I said, I wouldn't hesitate to end someone if they hurt Aliyah..." He explained, slightly embarrassed by his story. The creature in front of her obviously wasn't proud of his actions, but Mona was surprised he was even willing to explain anything to her.

Both Kane and Mona froze though as Aliyah came onto the room, leaning against the door frame with a smile.

"Look at my two friends getting along... Anyways, foods done!" She giggled as Kane's tail wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer. Mona stood up, brushing herself off before leaving into the kitchen.

Aliyah noticed and looked up at Kane. He waited until Mona was gone to look down at her, a small smile forming on his mouth.

"What'd you two talk about?" She asked, having noticed that they both went silent when she came into the room earlier. Kane froze before rubbing the back of his neck.

"Listen, Aliyah.. Those stories your people tell.. They are true. But.. They're all from when I was young and I-" He was cut off by the small human hugging him around his neck. He couldn't help but blink a few times before slowly hugging back.

"I already figured." She whispered and giggled while pulling away. Kane blinked again, seemingly in shock that she guessed but still treated him the same. Aliyah stood up and grabbed Kane's hand as he got up to full height as well.

"Come on, foods done. Wanna try some?" She asked, looking up to see him nod and the led him into the kitchen behind her. There, both of them saw Mona putting 3 full bowls of soup on the table, one on one side and two on the other side.

The smell washed over Kane and the tall naga curiously slithered over to the table, his mouth watering. Aliyah and Mona both sat down, Kane doing the same once seeing them. He eyed the bowl in front of him, curiously tilting his head at it. The soup was full of what seemed to be carrots, potatoes, and roast beef.

He looked over at Aliyah, seeing her eat a soupful and smile up at him once again. Copying her, he took a bite from his own spoon and paused. He purred from how good it was before eating the rest.

Mona watched from the other side of the table before smiling, glad he enjoyed it. But as he opened her mouth for another bite, all three froze as someone knocked on the front door.

Kane stood up and growled at the door before Aliyah stepped in front of him, her arms out. His growl face dropped, looking at her confusedly, Mona standing up as well.

"Just hide. We'll be fine." Aliyah frowned, knowing this would make him upset but he knew she was right. Sighing, he thought before growling angerily at the only idea he had.

Aliyah and Mona unlocked the door and opened it, the tall men from before forcing their way inside.

"H-Hey, what's the big deal?!" Mona stepped in front of the men and crossed her arms.

"We're checking all the houses. Since Aliyah is back, we have to make sure that thing didn't come back to steal anyone else." He scoffed, forcing his way past the teenager and both men began searching around.

"I don't recall these young girls giving you two men permission to go through their belongings." A low voice remarked, making all 4 humans quickly look up to see Kane.

Mona and Aliyah froze, seeing him. He was different... His snake tail was gone, two legs in a pair of black jeans replacing it with sneakers. His arms were crossed over his chest which was covered by a grey t-shirt and a black leather jacket. His hair, eyes, and nails were all the same. But instead of his shiny scaled freckles, normal freckles replaced them. Instead of his cat like nose, it was replaced with a more normal one. He was still tall as tall as before, still almost 8ft as he loomed in the doorway he was leaned against, glaring at the two men.

"It's a mandatory order from the village's council members. It's for everyone's safety." One spoke up, both looking up at him.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I guess you didn't understand me. I meant that if those girls didn't give permission, get out. Now." He scoofed, talking a few steps towards the two, anger rolling off him which made the men back up.

"F-Fine.." The other rolled his eyes, both leaving while shooting Mona glares. Aliyah shut the door behind them before quickly turning to Kane, still confused on what he did.

"W-What happened? How'd you do that?" She asked, walking up to him. Kane smirked before he shifted back into his normal form, ruffling her hair a little.

"I have a human form. I just hate using it. I only used it to scare those men off." He winked at Mona who smiled and mouthed a 'thank you' while she placed a hand on Aliyah's shoulder. She assumed this would be Kane taking her back soon.

"Ali, you will come visit every once and awhile, right..?" Mona nervously asked, obviously scared she wouldn't see her again if she left. Aliyah giggled and hugged her friend before pulling away.

"I promise I will." Kane smiled slightly as Aliyah opened the door, grabbing his hand to lead her tall friend outside after not seeing anyone near.

But as soon as Kane came out, he heard whispering, looking around before he made eye contact with a shiny reflection from a tranquilizer gun hiding in the nearby trees. In a second, Kane made himself grow in size, growling as his tail picked up Aliyah. She didn't question what he was doing however, knowing he could hear and see way better than humans like her.

His tail passed her off into his hand, which held her close to his chest protectively. Just then, Aliyah saw the same men from before jump out on either side of him.

"Put her down, beast!" One yelled, making Kane hissed like a cat just like the first time Aliyah saw him in the town center. She looked down at Mona who looked up at Kane, scared of his sudden size but also because he was holding her friend.

"K-Kane?" Aliyah placed a hand on his that was holding her, making him look down at her. She knew what he had to do. Sighing, he nodded and gently licked her a few times, causing her to giggle at the ticklish feeling before he gently placed her in his maw and carefully swallowed her down.

Mona watched in horror before making eye contact with Kane. He frowned before quickly slithering into the forest, a hand over his stomach.

"That was a reckless plan, Ali..." He shook his head but purred as Kane felt her rub the wall in front of her.

"I know.. But it was the only way. This way they'll think I'm gone, we can't go back now. I just hope Mona somehow will find out where we are..." Aliyah frowned, hugging her legs to her chest. But she untensed as she felt Kane rub where she was through her surroundings.

"I'm sure she will.. Meanwhile, we have to move our stuff out of the den. They found you there, so they know I lived there." He growled and ran a hand through his hair in a stressed manner, reaching the mouth of his den. This was the only place he's ever known. But leaving it meant nothing as long as his small friend was safe...

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[amberjazmyn]

criminal minds cast one-shot

𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓮 - "i know what i signed up for when i decided to join the fbi, if i was scared, i-i would have made the intelligent decision to leave when emily faked her death to escape doyle!" part two

𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 - death, blood, tears, angst, swearing, depressing - the usual criminal minds warnings

𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓬𝓻𝓲𝓹𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 - you (lillianna) are leaving criminal minds after growing up on the show for the last fifteen years. it's set during the time of the tenth episode which was also the last episode of the entire series. so, it is your last filming day on the set of criminal minds alongside everyone else which was very bittersweet. but, they truly made the day about you because you were the only character that didn't survive after fifteen years. 

𝓪𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻'𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓮 - this is part two of the previous one-shot! like always, the filming of the episode will be in italic lettering and everything else will be in normal font unless said otherwise.

part one masterlist

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𝐥𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚'𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐯

if you had told me fourteen years ago i would be finishing my fifteen-year run on cbs' criminal minds, there would be no doubt in the world that i would be hysterically laughing in your face right now. i say that because i was twenty-four years old when i started the show in 2005 and i am now thirty-seven years old and filming my last ever episode on criminal minds today with the rest of the remaining cast. so, in all honesty, i find it absolutely insane to think that for fifteen years of my life, this has been the only thing that i've known since whilst i have done other projects, none of them had been as long as this one with criminal minds which has been all i've known. so, in that aspect, today was a very strange day and concept to think about, like, whilst i didn't want today to happen nor want it to end, i don't think i'm at the point of breaking down into tears over the fact that i'm actually leaving the show for good. 

i  was already dressed and grabbed my very vanilla iced chiller when i looked at the clock, the time reading 10:00 am. i was needed in hair and makeup now that i had changed into my classic agent savannah kingsmill white blouse, dark blue dress pants and booties so i could complete the savannah look and have the classic curled hair that really turned me into the fbi agent. 

"good morning lillianna," joe mantegna, who plays agent david rossi, smiles as he walks over to me with his coffee in his hand as i still held my vanilla iced chiller

"good morning grandpa joe," i smiled as i picked up my speed, running over to him as he pulled me in for a cosy hug straight away, placing our drinks down on the table next to us 

"how are you feeling about today's filming schedule?" he pulled away with a soft smile, knowing what it was we were filming today as i nodded my head with a soft chuckle 

"yeah, i'm feeling good about it," i trailed off, zoning out for a moment and took as much of everything around me in as i could 

i then filled the silence by speaking up, "what about you? as we're all technically leaving since today's the last day of filming," i sighed as joe breathed in slowly and chuckled 

"it's bittersweet, that's for sure! i mean, it is a bit strange but, it's worth it, without a doubt," joe smiled as i nodded my head in agreement, taking another second just to let everything sink in as he placed a comforting hand on my back 

"yeah, for sure," i smiled as i placed my head against joe's shoulder which made him chuckle softly as he reciprocated the action before it was suddenly time for us to start filming 

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now it was time for the moment that no one was ready for, the first and only death scene for the very last episode of criminal minds was being filmed tonight and it was savannah's death scene meaning that this scene was going to be lillianna's last ever scene i'll ever be filming for criminal minds. it was the moment in which no one in the cast and crew was ready to film because, in all honesty, they didn't want to say goodbye to one of the very few actors that had stayed the entire fifteen years. even though it was the series finale, they were still having to farewell me because, as previously mentioned, my character was going to be the only one that didn't get to survive and make it out to the end of the series and get that happy ending like everyone else that made it to the end did. 

as the director called for action, the actors and actresses all got into our places and the camera started rolling. 

𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚𝐡'𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐯

i knew i needed to be careful, everyone in the fbi knew how careful you needed to be with unsubs or even the victims that the unsubs had held hostage, however, it seemed as if it hadn't crossed my mind at how desperate the child who was currently being hostage was to escape. 

"...agent kingsmill, are you okay? do you need any assistance?" supervisory special agent dr spencer reid, my boyfriend, questioned, his head turning over his shoulder since his back was turned away from me as i stood in front of the unsub, the poor kid was being used as a body shield

"ahh...no, i...i should be fine agent reid but, do see if you can get a clear shot and see if maybe prentiss and alvez can too!" i turned to smile at my brown-haired, nevadian boy genius boyfriend, feeling a surge of confidence that i could take down the unsub whilst also making sure the child stayed alive 

except when it came to the planning of my takedown, i, agent savannah kingsmill, wasn't as careful as i thought i was. 

i was quite well known to be very confident in my profiling skills and my fieldwork. i was told i was utterly outstanding in my marksmanship and was highly skilled, which was why me and dr spencer reid, made an excellent team since we are both skilled in the field and as profilers. not only were we dating each other, but we were also both child prodigies from las vegas, nevada and childhood best friends who joined the fbi academy together at the ripe young age of twenty-two - a special request from senior supervisory special agent jason gideon who at the time was the unit chief of the behavioural analysis unit because spencer and i were still too young to join the unit since the official age to join the fbi was at least twenty-three but younger than thirty-seven. however, sometimes, due to me being human, i would sometimes get blindsided which would cause me to miss my usual quick snap-of-the-finger reaction time. this time, my small misjudgement, and not being able to realise the unsub's intentions had huge consequences because i was not quick enough. 

"...cut!" glenn kershaw, our director of this final episode, called out as everyone released the breath they were holding too and i smiled as it only now started to become real that me and everyone else standing in front of me was leaving criminal minds 

"holy crap...this is getting so real now!" i turned to see matthew, my dr reid and he was obviously not excited about filming today knowing that the way my character was leaving in the one way that no one else wanted me to end my time on the show with - having only just missed out on a happy ending 

"i know, it is getting real matthew, it's kinda scary," i giggled softly, my hand out for matthew to grab a hold of, knowing the comfort it'd bring him would help him a lot 

a five-minute break was then granted before we started the next scene which was going to be savannah's actual death scene so, what glorious fun it's going to be to film. 

"action!"

𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚𝐡'𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐯

the unsub had a realisation of what was about to happen to her, now knowing that the people in her house were fbi agents, she noticed one of them, which was me, unlike the rest of them, wasn't wearing their bulletproof vest - which had been done in my own bid to hopefully confuse the unsub. when the unsub brought her gun up ready to shoot me, the unsuspecting agent, my back was facing the unsub, my reasoning being that i was communicating with my fellow agents, luke alvez, emily prentiss, jennifer jareau and dr spencer reid. the kid, who had now managed to grab the other gun that hadn't been declared but seized by the unsub, tried to shoot their captor who had been stepping ever so closer to me. only for my boyfriend spencer's loud warning that ended up alerting both the unsub and the child. this then caused the huge consequence that ended with me getting shot just below my chest.

the little boy, eight-year-old jasper had fired the gun, completely fearful and with his eyes closed, only hoping he had shot the right person. after another shot was heard and the person loudly fell to the floor, clutching the leg that had been shot. and only then did the little eight-year-old open his eyes, his eyes widened and tears well as he realises who he shot and who spencer had shot in the leg. jasper had accidentally shot me, the agent who had been trying to talk down the unsub and spencer had shot marianna coats, the unsub who had been holding the boy hostage and who was about to shoot me, in her leg to immobilise her so it would be easier for her to be arrested and taken down to the station. 

a sudden delayed gasp of air came out of my mouth, from the reverberation of the gunshot wound through my chest and the second gunshot to the unsub's leg, the kid weeping openly, having no clue who it was he had shot in his desperation of wanting to be recused and found alive. the second i started to fall to the floor, spencer aimlessly chucked his gun to the floor after injuring marianna, luke, jj and prentiss holstering their own as they then rushed over to spencer and i, hoping they could save my life whilst a police officer who had arrived out of seemingly nowhere had come to take little jasper to safety. 

"savannah!" spencer yelled, his gun aimlessly falling to the floor as he dropped to his knees, grabbing me as i bled and softly adjusted me to his lap before i could even properly fall to the ground

jj, emily and luke followed suit and joined spencer, calling, and screaming for medics through their wired microphones as the police officer finally rushed out, taking jasper to safety.

"agent kingsmill is down, i repeat agent kingsmill is down. unsub is injured and has been removed and the child has been removed safely. we need a medic!" luke and jj scream into their wires as emily and spencer try everything they can in stopping my blood loss from my gunshot wound

i was fading pretty quickly as i struggled to catch my breath, my own blood starting to choke me as spencer was beside himself

"what did you do, sav? what...what even happened? you turned away for just a second to talk to me what..." spencer was panicking, he wasn't thinking straight, frantic in trying to stop my bleeding and i tried my hardest to keep my eyes open as emily also started to panic 

"i...i didn't do anything apparently, spence..." i responded, a small and cracked weak sounding laugh coming from my mouth as i tried to stay positive, sarcastic and sassy (maybe with a little pinch of stubbornness)

"... oh for god's sake sav, don't be sarcastic and stubborn with me right now! what did you do, what even happened? we were right there with you, tell us, we want to help you!" spencer grumbled out in distress, trying his hardest not to forget about protocol as he angrily wiped away a falling tear with his shoulder as he and emily continued to press on my gunshot wound

"oh, spence, i was just trying to be funny but, if you really want to know i...i *sharp breath* i was trying to silently communicate with you guys. i...i must have been blindsided or didn't think clearly since it was clear the unsub had realised my deception and tried to take me down but the...the little boy jasper. he...he must have gotten frightened or desperate and tried to shoot her himself but he misfired accidentally when you yelled out your warning spence. you...you must have alerted both marianna and jasper. i...i think jasper meant to shoot marianna, not...not me..." it was clear that i was getting weaker and only talking was making it worse, spencer whimpered in fear and emily clenched her jaw, spencer had never known life without me with him

"sav, why did you take your kevlar off?" spencer whimpered, the sudden realisation that no one else had picked up as he tried his hardest to stop his girlfriend and his fellow agent from bleeding out to her death in his lap, i was smiling sheepishly at my boyfriend

"i...i didn't want a distressed reaction from marianna if she saw the fbi logo. she isn't intellectually challenged like we originally profiled her to be, she is a highly intelligent lady that has been diagnosed with schizophrenia, just like your mom, spence. it was clear that she had knowledge that law enforcement was coming for her. i...i just didn't want this exact situation to happen so, in order to make her surrender calmly, i decided to take off my bulletproof vest and wanted to see if i could talk her down and give us jasper without the use of any more harm..." i clapped back with a weak roll of my eyes, spencer letting out a choked laugh that was also a sob as he shook his head, emily sharing a look with spencer and then with me

"you do realise how stupid that sounds right, kingsmill, especially for someone as skilled as you?" luke alvez then tearfully spoke up as i smiled

"yeah, you think i didn't know that, mr smartarse!" i weakly clapped back as i went to start laughing only to start coughing up the blood that was starting to block my airways as the agents started to panic - emily and jj screaming for the medics again - why were they taking so long, there were supposed to be waiting just outside of the bloody building

"please don't laugh sav, it...it'll only make your pain worse..." spencer squeaked out as i nodded my head, trying my best to keep as calm as i could

except, it didn't last for very long when they heard a bright but confused voice, we then remembered who else in our team could have potentially had eyes and ears in this case since there was only one person who had the skills to hack into the unsub's live feed... penelope garcia, our technical analyst who had been here the entire time.

"don't make who laugh, what will make what pain worse?" garcia's voice sounded with worry but her usual cheeriness as the agents all shared worried looks with each other 

"one more break before we do this next scene without any more breaks!" glenn's voice rings out from behind the camera and almost straight away, everyone rests and i take in a deep breath and remembered that i was having all of my lasts and that thought was hurting more than the actual filming of my final scene

"how on god's green earth are you not crying your eyes out right now, lilly?" matthew whines as he furiously wiped away the tears that welled in his eyes as i chuckled softly, giving him a hug 

i shrugged, "i don't really know, goob, maybe it just hasn't hit me as hard yet," i comforted matthew and hugged him as tightly as i could as for those who weren't aware, those who were pisces' are very emotional people and, can you guess what star sign matthew is? if you said pisces, ding ding, you are correct! 

"when do you think it'll hit you then, lilly?" adam rodriguez, our resident luke alvez, questioned as he sat next to matthew and me making me giggle 

"honestly? most likely when the episode comes out and we watch it together?" i shrugged again as the two boys smiled, telling me that we'd for sure watch the episode together 

"yeah, that fits your personality alright, and of course, we'll watch it together, we always do!" adam smiled even though it was easy to tell it was a forced smile as he posed with his arms on his hips and his legs jutted out like a twelve-year-old girl trying to act sassy

i chuckled softly, shaking my head but couldn't find the proper words to give adam a good enough explanation 

then, the cast all took a moment to look at each other, all of us reminding ourselves of the fact that this was indeed our last five-minute break between scenes with my character alive. matthew and aj, the two emotional ones, sniffled quietly as we then moved to our places. taking in one last deep breath, i realised how unsure i was about how i was going to deal with this. 

"action!"

𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚𝐡'𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐯

"don't make who laugh, what will make what pain worse?" garcia's voice sounded with worry but her usual cheeriness as the agents all shared worried looks with each other

emily gulped but spoke up, "garcia...how...how long have you been watching through this live feed?" emily's voice was steady but fearful, penelope shouldn't have to watch via video call the brutal death of one of her very best friends by the underage kid who had accidentally misfired, hoping that he was shooting his captor, not the people who were trying to save him

"after it was confirmed that jasper was saved and that marianna had been injured on the scene, why? is everyone okay, did all of my crime fighters make it out alright and alive?" penelope questioned, just praying on whatever god she still believed in that all of her furry crime-fighter friends survived another case and unsub takedown

"umm...how...how many gunshots did you say you heard, penelope?" luke then questioned as he turned around to look at spencer and i, closing his eyes briefly before turning back, his face returning to emotionless and stoic

"one...why? is there something i haven't been told, agent alvez?" penelope's voice raised slightly, her jokingly disappointed voice making an appearance as luke visibly gulped, slyly nodding his head when penelope saw the ever-so sly nod and her facial expressions immediately changed

"umm... maybe there..."

"...penelope, there were two gunshots heard. one hit and injured marianna, delivered by spence and the other...the other one hit savannah, delivered by jasper, marianna's last victim that we managed to save without any fatal injuries. he...the little boy wasn't trying to shoot her, he...he was...he had his eyes closed and his head turning away only hoping that he was aiming for marianna but instead he misfired and shot savannah..." emily shakily explained as penelope felt like she was choking as she spoke up

"...is...is savannah okay? like is...is she still alive, emily?" penelope dared to ask, her voice fearful but filled with some of her selfish hope that once again, i would remain indestructible just like i always seemed to be to penelope and the rest of the team

"pen...she...savannah hadn't gone in with her bulletproof vest, she was struck just underneath her chest. spencer has her bleeding out in his lap, we...we're not sure where our medics are and we...we aren't really confident in savannah having a good enough chance for survival if the medics don't show up in the next three or five minutes...please, pen, contact or wire us through to tara, rossi and matthew, we need as much help as we can get!" emily, who wasn't mentioned earlier but is now the unit chief of the bau, was panicking as spencer, her and luke desperately tried to get my blood loss under control

whilst those three were doing that, jj was running around like a headless chicken trying to contact and find those goddamn medics and see if she could see them coming.

"pen...penelope, are...are you still there?" my voice was the quietest and weakest it had ever sounded, so quiet however everyone could still hear it, penelope included as their hearts shattered

"yes baby cakes, i'm still here, i'm not leaving," penelope spoke up sweetly as tara and matthew barged into the abandoned school gym marianna had been keeping her victims in

emily then reported back to penelope that tara and matthew had arrived and rossi was helping jj figure out where those damned medics were.

"spence...spence?" i whimpered out, trying to lift my head up as spencer's tear-filled eyes made contact with my dying ones

"yes, love?" spencer whimpered out, his breath shaky as i took in a sharp breath before continuing

"where...where's rossi and...and jj?" i whimpered, every other agent besides jj and rossi was now either wired or physically with me in my final dying moments and it scared me

i didn't want to die without all of my bau family with me, meaning that if i could have derek morgan, aaron hotchner, jason gideon, kate callahan and alex blake with me as well, that would have been even better because that to me equated to me dying alone and that, dying alone, was my biggest fear. 

"they...they're trying to find the medics sweetheart, they'll be back soon just, please...please hold on a little bit longer," spencer sniffled as he held me closer to his chest, not bothered by the blood from me that covered his cream-coloured button-up shirt

"i...i'm so sorry spence...i...i shouldn't have tried to be the hero. i shouldn't have taken my bulletproof vest off...i...i just wanted jasper to be safe..." i trailed off, my voice terrified and regretful as it continued to sound weak and quiet

"...oh...sav...don't apologise sweetheart. you...you didn't think this was going to happen..." spencer's mind and his one hundred and eighty-seven iq were completely slashed due to the trauma and his mind splitting off in different directions - his emotions becoming the thing that controlled him as i smiled, holding in a laugh that would cause me to cough up more blood

"...no, i didn't think i'd be getting shot at or dying today at all, spence. i mean, i know it wasn't...wasn't on my twenty-nineteen/twenty-twenty bingo card to die but, look at where we are i guess.." i weakly screeched as i then turned my head to spit out some blood that caught in my throat, spencer choking back a sob

"no...no, it...it wasn't...i'm sorry sav..." the boy wonder swallowing himself up as he cradles me closer to his chest, bringing his knees up to support the back of my head and using his hand as another support

"...where are these bloody medics?!" luke screamed as she sat directly opposite spencer and i as jj and rossi shrugged their shoulders simultaneously

no one knew where these bloody medics were, surely they hadn't gone too far considering they were specifically told by the police and fbi to follow their strict orders to stay in close proximity to the school gym just in case marianna escalated at any point.

"luke...luke, s...stop, please," i croaked out, reaching my hand over to my fellow agent who had become one of my closest male friends besides spencer, derek when he was with the team and matthew

"what...what? no..no, sav, please...let the medics help you! they...they can't be too far away now!" it was a complete and utter delusion of spencer to say that out loud but he wasn't going to give up on me, on his person

his person who has constantly stayed by his side during every single event, significant or not, throughout his whole entire life from childhood to us joining the fbi together and he was not going to allow his person to leave him tonight, not on his watch or the rest of their teams watch.

"i...i said no, spencer! luke, stop it! i order you to bring jj and rossi here right now. tell...tell them to stop trying to get the medics here! if...if i'm going to die, i don't want any of my team to be gone. if...if i am going to die, which, i...i will be tonight, i...i want to die with all of us together one last time, please..." i spluttered out as spencer's tears became uncontrollable as he nudged his teary cheeks closer to my face, making me smile under the wetness of the tears that cooled me down

"i don't fucking care, savannah, you are not going to die! i...i am so sorry, i didn't give you the help you clearly needed. i...i shouldn't have ignored you even though you said you had it under control...i should have fucking known the second it became too quiet and that you didn't have your vest on that i should have become more aware and turned around and reacted quicker than i did... i should have made you mad over me helping you take down marianna and have you still alive than having you bleed out to death on my lap. i mean...what would you rather me be doing? watching you die in my lap or watch yourself yell at me because you always and continuously show anyone and everyone how invincible you are and how incredible you are at handling every single unsub on your own...i mean, i know what i'd prefer, do you?" spencer was going mad, he was hyperventilating and panicking, his tears falling like raging waterfalls now as he realised he was no longer going to have his person alive any longer

he wasn't going to have his number one support person, the girl that he loved more than he loved anyone in the entire world. the girl that he wanted to get married to and have kids with and continue to take down even more unsubs as his chest suddenly constricted in pain all at the same time.

"spencer...spence, please calm down babe, everything is okay. i'd of course rather be doing anything else but what we're doing right now...but, there was clearly a reason why i wasn't paying much attention and lost all of my reaction time...there is a reason why jasper frantically and accidentally shot me in the mistake of marianna. i don't know what reason since it's a pretty messed up reason and i know hardly any of us here believe in this crap, sorry em, but i...i do believe it was a sign telling me that it's my time to go and let my boyfriend and the rest of my glorious and smart team grow up and transform into something even better..."

"...i...i don't want something better..." spencer choked out as his lips trembled, still holding his girlfriend tight and the rest of the team nodded their heads in agreement, penelope included through the live feed

this team didn't want better, they wanted me and they wanted me alive. they didn't want the thought of having to introduce a new team member who would probably never live up to expectation and skill level that was me, their savannah kingsmill. 

this made me smile with a hint of sadness, "i'm sorry but...i think this was the sign to tell me that i should have left the bau and i should have left ages ago so, emily, grab my gun and credentials since i'll no longer need them anymore..." i finished off what spencer interrupted as he continued to shake his head and cry softly

i was the behavioural analysis unit's best profiler and field agent that they had ever seen, even when i first joined when spencer and i were twenty-two. my smile was radiant, it lit up every room or scenario i walked into and it was the best consolation for families of the victims of the unsubs my team fought almost every week. it was said that i was "easily" the glue that kept the team together during the difficult teams and it was obvious i was very loved by everyone. i was also said to be the most gorgeously made girl as well, my blonde hair so long it was often mislabeled as a wig (my boy derek "chocolate thunder" morgan definitely got a lot of heat for his comment about that), and my blue eyes the pretties and deepest blue anyone had ever seen and the most enchanting, my nose the "cutest button nose" anyone had ever seen and my entire face was covered with small golden blonde freckles that always sparkled in the sunshine. my intelligence was another well-known thing, just like my boyfriend and fellow genius dr spencer reid. i was said to just be the best person anyone could meet and the one that was the most reliable in the whole entire bau. 

this was why, at any time, i was placed in a high-risk, dangerous situation, the team hoped and prayed to a god that sometimes even they struggled to believe in for the hope that once again, i would remain indestructible and walk out of the school shooting or bomb siege as if nothing bad had happened. however, this time, clearly, i was very much not invincible or indestructible. sure, i was smart, unbelievably gorgeous and the best fbi agent the bau had ever had but, that meant nothing to a schizophrenic thirty-year-old lady who was kidnapping kids under the age of ten after she lost her own child whilst experiencing schizophrenic breaks - the cause of the crimes being committed. to marianna coats, me, supervisory special agent savannah kingsmill was nothing but a threat to her that was going to cause harm to her and then take away whom, in her schizophrenic break, thought was her son and that was something she couldn't allow again. that was until jasper raised an undeclared second gun and accidentally shot me, with his misfire thinking it was marianna that he had shot. when it came to my final goodbyes to my boyfriend and our team, it was extremely hard for them to watch the girl that was usually so untouchable finally start to deteriorate and not have the opportunity to save her.

for spencer, knowing that we would never watch our favourite geeky shows together or read our geeky books together or have the ability to talk smack about the other fbi divisions or go on undercover missions together. or to have the chance in being the best tag team ever again, i could tell made his insides twist as his chest constricted in pain again. for the rest of the team, jj, luke, emily, tara, penelope, matthew and david, knowing that they'd never get to watch their resident badass, yes that's their nickname for me, kick down the doors and talk the unsubs down again or play endless games of drunk never have i ever or drunk truth or dare on the jet home from a tough case or just the simple family things we all did as a team made them wish we did those drinking games and simple family things a whole lot more often. all the things they suddenly regretted and wished they could have done with me were now all surfacing and the physical pain i noticed it started to give them was undeniable, and it made them feel sick to their stomachs that they'll never get to do those things they wish they got to do with me ever again. tears sprung to their eyes that, after this, they would be returning back to penelope and quantico with all but their full team alive, breaking their promise to penelope that they'd all come back alive. like the promise, we made to each other that we'd all come home safe.

"luke promise me something...okay?" my voice deteriorates with every word and breath, trying my hardest to say all of my goodbyes, everyone listening in so they didn't miss one single thing their girl has to say before it's too late

"anything, what do i need to promise, sav?" luke questions as he makes direct eye contact with me as i faintly smile

"please...please re...remind spencer how much i love him and that...i...i'm sorry that i broke my promise of us coming back home alive together..." my entire body rattled as the bloody cough left my mouth and i continued, spencer's cries shaking the both of us as he holds me

"...he...he needs to know that this was never my intention but that i...i don't regret what i did and the things i said to him before we came here. i really did want to step down from the team for a little bit and get married and then have a couple of kids and lay low until they were old enough for me to slowly start to come back. i'm just...i'm so sorry that spencer's never going to fulfil that life with the girl of his dreams which is how i know he saw me...i'm just sorry that he's lost another person in his life that he's loved," i grimaced as i felt my entire body become weaker as spencer bit his lip, trying to hold back another sob

"but please...please promise spencer something..." i squeaked out again, luke nodding his head as everyone watched, struggling with their own emotions as well

"what is it, bubs?" luke spoke up, his bottom lip trembling as he tried to hold back tears and i smiled at the use of the team's universal nickname for me when i wasn't the resident kicking down doors and unsubs asses badass

"i...i want you guys to promise spencer that, even though he can't have his true dream life with me, he can still have it with another girl that he falls in love with. i...i want him to get married to another girl, i want him to have kids with her, i...i want him to be happy. i want to be able to look down on him and see him laugh to the point where he's crying and i want him to cry so much that he doesn't have any more to cry but ends up laughing afterwards so it doesn't look like he's a wuss *tearful giggles* even though we all know he actually is, okay? i...i just want him to be happy after i'm gone, i don't want to die and then watch him let his life go to shit just because i'm gone, okay? can...could you promise that for me, luke?" i begged weakly as luke nodded his head, the rest of my team also nodding their heads - promising me, their best friend that they would make sure that their boy wonder doesn't end up wasting his life away

"i promise bubs," luke whispered as i smiled before moving over to my boyfriend for one last verbal goodbye since i knew that the others didn't need a goodbye said to them, they all knew how much i meant to them and how much they meant to me

i then suddenly panicked for a second because i couldn't see the camera or hear where penelope was in the same way i could with the rest of the team, "pen...penelope, where are you?" taking a breath before responding, penelope composed herself

"i'm right here dollface, i'm still here, i haven't left you," penelope assured me who just squeaked back in response before directing myself towards my boyfriend, saying my final farewell to him

"spencer, spence, spencaroo, my precious boy wonder. you've been my best friend my entire life and i thought i was going to marry you and have our future children someday. but i thought my life couldn't have been any better because i knew that with you by my side, i was invincible and i was able to do everything and anything i put my mind to. i cannot thank you enough for...for the happiness and life you brought to me every single day throughout our beautiful friendship and our relationship. have...having you as my boyfriend has been nothing but the best part of my life and i wish i could spend the rest of my days with you but, i can't and i am so beyond sorry that due to my own stupidity that i'm just another person in your life that you've gotten close with and had a precious relationship with only for me to just have it taken away from you again like all the other ones. i am so sorry that i won't be able to marry you or...or have beautiful kid wonders with you... i...i'm sorry that i'll never get to cuddle or kiss you again. i'm sorry that i'll never get to call you spence or spencaroo ever again...i'm sorry that i'll never get to make you breakfast and coffee in bed ever again. i'm...i'm also sorry that i had to do the one thing i promised you i'd never do. i am so sorry that i'm leaving you all...all alone after i promised you i never would...i'm so sorry spencer reid..." i was struggling, everyone could tell i was struggling but also that i was trying to hold on for just that little bit longer just in case the medics did end up arriving and got me to a hospital

my speech was slurring, i was choking on blood more frequently but trying to hide it by attempting to keep the coughing at a minimum and i was fighting my absolute hardest to keep my eyes open for longer. and spencer was beside himself as he sobbed, as i knew his brain would likely be in a complete and utter mental breakdown, malfunctioning in overstimulation of emotions, his knowledge of statistics of what to do had completely gone out of the window so he had nothing that could possibly provide him with any comfort.

"why aren't you scared to die, sav? please...please don't die, sav! don't leave me!" spencer wept as he tried to hold my dying, heavy body closer as i weakly and unattractively giggled

then, my mouth opened and i uttered my last words with the last part of whatever remaining strength i had left as everyone watched, tears leaving their eyes, penelope the only other team member weeping apart from spencer.

"i know what i signed up for when i decided to join the fbi...if i was scared, i...i would have made the intelligent decision to leave when emily faked her death to escape doyle!" i croaked out, wanting to make my team laugh just one more time before my death

my entire body all of a sudden relaxed in spencer's grip as my eyes closed, my mouth upturned into a small smile as my final breath came and went just as quickly as spencer had the time to comprehend my last words, my last coherent sentence with that last burst of strength that i had accumulated out of god knows where...

"...and...cut!" glenn shouted 

and then the biggest expulsion of air left my mouth as i was still being cradled by matthew which, in all honesty, i was totally fine with because, lord have mercy, did you see and hear the amount of crying he just had to do in that whole scene? i doubt those tears were acting tears either since i knew matthew and every single time he had a crying scene, he was always trying to stop himself from crying rather than trying to make himself cry. so, i didn't feel like it was the right decision to move from my position since it was obvious it was helping matthew in bringing him back to himself and out of spencer. 

i then tightened my grip on matthew, "ssh, it'll all be over soon, goob," i whispered as i then noticed how much of an utter mess matthew was, his entire body shaking as i cradled against him and he reciprocated as he hid his face in my hair 

then, out of nowhere, after having what was a sweet and meaningful moment, i let out an involuntary groan/gasp as i had suddenly felt adam drop to the floor, pulling me in for a hug as i smiled. 

"aw, hey mate, what's up with you?" i whispered before realising that matthew had finally calmed down and most likely closed his eyes for somewhat of a little shut-eye before finishing the next scene but, it seemed as though from adam's interruption, that wasn't going to be allowed to happen 

"glenn says we're about to finish the scene soon. and, also, i just wanted a hug," adam let out a shameful giggle as i pouted softly, i genuinely hated how upset everyone on the set had been getting at today being our final day and that we were filming my death scene as well 

"well, you know the rules, serial killers never take a holiday!" i huffed as adam and i pulled out of the very awkward hug as we chuckled at the joke 

i then lowered my face closer to matthew's hair, giving it a kiss as that touch forced matthew to open his eyes as he nodded his head, understanding instantly, his permanent sad puppy pout still etched into his smile 

"places everyone and...action!"

𝐥𝐮𝐤𝐞'𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐯

...and straight away, everyone gulped and tears streamed down our faces as we all remained silent and calm, spencer in frantic panic mode. everything he knew normally had suddenly gone dormant out of the door, he was trying everything and anything he could to try and get savannah to wake up. shaking her, hitting her, yelling at her, spencer was trying every little thing he could, even breaking fbi protocol. he was trying everything he could to force savannah to wake up. however, nothing was working because savannah's heart stopped beating, her lungs stopped producing oxygen to her brain...savannah had just stopped entirely. 

"sav...sav, come on now! savannah! wake up!" spencer screamed, his voice becoming louder and more distressed as he continued to shake the body of his deceased girlfriend to no avail as his sobs became louder and louder 

none of us could watch this go on any longer so, i took control, unable to stomach spencer's grievous screams and wails anymore. so, without a word or point of eye contact with matthew simmons, we decided that matthew was going to pick up savannah and move her away to cover her up so the medics, who had only just now decided to show up could hand her to the coroner's office. i then went over to calm down the distraught boy wonder who just wished that for once, his bloody girlfriend had hesitated to take off her bulletproof vest so that she didn't have to die from a stupid and easily avoidable gunshot wound to the chest.  

"spencer...spence...reid! stop it...just stop!"  i called out before i could get the screaming, thrashing and sobbing agent, my best friend to calm down and just stop

"luke...she...she's gone!" spencer wailed as he tried to pull out of my strong grip and i nodded my head as i held the more experienced younger agent closer

"i...i know spence, i know. i know she's gone and it hurts, it hurts like hell but, what sav said before she died is absolutely correct. she knew, just like we all did, what she was signing up for when she joined the fbi...when you both joined the fbi together and if she was scared, she would have already left. and now more than ever, we can't stop just because she's gone. we have to keep going because they will always be another child or another innocent life that needs to be saved and another unsub that needs to be caught," i tried my hardest to soothe the younger agent and calm him down but, there was no easier way of the comfort to console him

spencer then became mad, i could tell, but he didn't say anything even though i could sense that spencer wanted to question why on earth savannah did it but, he refrained from saying such a sentence because he could never totally question something his girlfriend did. especially if it was a matter of life and death and children were involved somehow. but, he just wished, as did the rest of us, that savannah had paid more attention or at least kept her bulletproof vest on so that even if she was in this situation, she could have survived, even with the medics taking the sweet old jolly time as though they too weren't racing against the clock of life and death themselves. 

"...cut!" 

*

then, it came to the second part that matthew was anything but excited for in regards to savannah's death and, it was truthfully understandable, most especially when the whole entire cast that wasn't involved in the episode and the crew were going to be watching, this was going to be a painful watch. 

"and...action!" 

𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲'𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐯

twenty-four hours later and the team and i were still in sarasota, florida. the team were still needing to question marianna coats after she had been seen by the medics and formally arrested by the sarasota police and also question the little boy, jasper collins and after that, take a visit to the medical examiner so we could check out the coroner's report of savannah to then make a report on it back home in quantico, virigina and bring her body back. one whole day had passed since spencer had his girlfriend die in his arms, her blood still unwashed from his cream button-up shirt and grey coloured dress pants that he had worn the previous day. the poor boy couldn't fall asleep that night because he knew that the exact moment his eyelashes touched each other for even a blink, he would travel to seeing savannah being shot again and the crimson liquid leaving her chest as he caught her, lowering the both of them to the ground all over again.

whilst the rest of the team was finishing up the case of marianna coats and jasper collins, spencer sat in the sarasota pd's bullpen in silence, knowing that although he was the smartest in that room after a regular case, because it ended with him losing the love of his life, he wouldn't be the smartest nor the greatest deal of help after having to witness the death of his girlfriend right in front of him. all he would do if he even looked at the photo of his girlfriend, which had now been sticky taped next to the photos of the other victims of marianna's crimes, on the whiteboard, he would break down and cry hysterically and inconsolably. it truly seemed like spencer's one hundred and eighty-seven iq and his entire encyclopedic knowledge had been taken away by the click of a finger. he felt absolutely useless now that savannah was dead and he was all alone again. it was a truly painful and heartbreaking sight to watch because even though i had seen spencer go through some real horrific shit, it had never been as horrific as these last twenty-four hours. 

on my way out of the rooms that had marianna and jasper detained, i walked past spencer to check in on him. sliding down the wall, i joined him, my legs folding over themselves as i slowly moved my hand closer to spencer's, when i saw no hesitation or signal for me to stop, i continued and linked my fingers with his.

"...you're still thinking about sav, aren't you spence?" my voice was soft, understanding but filled with my own grief for my friend as spencer's lip trembled and he nodded his head, his eyes darting all around the sarasota bullpen

"emily...i...i'm so tired but i know that if i go to sleep or even just close my eyes for a second, i... i'll watch sav...her...get shot again as i catch her, her blood covering my shirt and pants as i lower the both of us to the ground. how...how do i move on from her...how do i move on from this, em? i...i'm so lost and not a single statistic or smart remark that i'd normally have can save me...what do i do?" spencer's voice was quiet as tears that he thought had been cried all night last night trailed down his cheeks and he simply refused to close his eyes to stop them

i took in a big breath before i squeezed spencer's hand, "she knows that spence, but she also knows that you'd hate yourself even more, for the rest of your life, if you wasted your life away. savannah wants you to be happy and to someday leave the bau. she even made luke promise you for god sake that you would have kids, get married and have that grandiose house, just, with a girl that's got you so head over heels and tied down to the point where even after three years of marriage, you still stutter your words and trip over your own feet because you're still so in love with her," i spoke softly as i caressed spencer's trembling hands because i knew that everything i had just said, spencer wanted with savannah and now, he had to find with someone else?

"she's allowing you to move on because she knows how miserable you'll be if you don't allow it for yourself," i continued, a small smile on my face as spencer finally looks at me and nods his head timidly

i then got us both standing and i pulled him into a hug before whispering something into his ear.

"sav loved and still loves you so much, spence. she may not have said it verbally but, she made the entire team promise her that we would make sure you find another girl. she even made luke promise her that he'd tell you that she does love you and how sorry she is that we couldn't all come back home alive," me and spencer pulled out of the hug as i gave my friend one more comforting look and spencer nodded his head, speaking up softly

"i know what i signed up for when i decided to join the fbi, if i was scared...if i was scared, i would have made the intelligent decision to leave when emily faked her death to escape doyle!" he tearfully whispered, choking up on his words as we both giggled softly at the choice of words our fellow agent and girlfriend had picked for her last words reminding us that we'd never forget how comedic the young agent could be, even in what was a scary and heartbreaking moment

even though it did make me laugh, it still hurt hearing spencer repeat those words only twenty-four hours later since losing her.  

"we do know what we signed up for, spence. but, i think that in her last moments, if...if my profile is correct, i'd say that savannah was scared and this was her way of leaving the bau the way i left after the doyle case. except, i don't think there is any way she faked hers, because i do know how excited she was to leave...just, not like this, she never wanted to leave her beloved bau by dying due to a little kid accidentally misfiring a gun," i stammered, my own tears welling up in my eyes as i wiped them away discreetly, my hand in the pocket that held the last two things that savannah had asked me to take - her gun and fbi credentials as spencer cocked his head to the side in confusion 

 "huh? why was she so excited? what did she tell you that i stupidly missed out on?" spencer whimpered as i felt bad, i knew that i shouldn't have kept this from him for so long from the perspective of a friend but, from the perspective of his unit chief, i had to but now, it was time i had to tell him 

catching one of spencer's tears with my finger i just told him why savannah was so excited at the possibility of leaving the bau, "she knew that if she left now when she still had the chance, her fear of being killed would go away..." i choked out as i struggled to not cry for spencer's sake and he just stumbled towards the wall, which thankfully stopped him from falling 

i then grabbed ahold of him as he struggled to catch his breath, "...her biggest fear is what killed her..." spencer choked out as he could no longer breathe due to his tears as i hugged him tightly 

then, i pulled him out of the hug and held out his hand. he gave me a conflicted and confused look before i handed him his girlfriend's gun and fbi credentials so that he still had those things of hers with him. 

"...cut!" 

𝐥𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚'𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐯

as soon as glenn had yelled cut, i bolted from behind the camera and over to paget and matthew to pull them in for a hug. aj, aisha, joe, daniel and kirsten were all sitting together as they watched the scenes they weren't in from behind the camera. i had felt terribly awful that everyone in the cast was either teary-eyed or full-on crying and then there was me - who wasn't crying at all. if i had any little faith in myself and my emotions, maybe the tears will start during the other final scenes or the very final scene that was being filmed today but, as of right now, i was completely okay and my emotions weren't out of wack or heightened at all. 

giving another hug to paget before she rushed off to aisha and kirsten, i didn't let go of matthew, who physically relaxed in my embrace as i held him tightly. matthew then started to cry on my shoulder as his breath remained shaky. i could tell that scene as well as all the other ones had completely taken it out of him. i then noticed that aisha and kirsten were doing the same thing for paget but on a much simpler level since she didn't seem to be as devastated and exhausted as matthew was. 

"fucking hell...that sucked!" matthew sniffled, whispering as i smiled into his hair

"i was only watching it but, it really did suck!" i whispered with a small smile, nudging matthew closer as he then pouted - i didn't add in my usual, "and swallowed" joke 

"was lowkey expecting to hear the and swallowed joke, not going to lie there," matthew muttered as i softly giggled as i ran my fingers through his fluffy and messed up curls 

"i did think about but, nah, it doesn't feel like it's the right time to say it," i muttered softly now that it was slowly but surely hitting me that me and the rest of my cast were finishing what was our special little crime show - i couldn't make a dirty joke after what was scene after scene of emotional torture 

"do you ever think you'll cry over this at some point, today, lilly?" matthew mumbled softly, finally looking up at me as i made eye contact finally as well, a small smile on my lips 

"hmm, yeah, at some point or another," i nodded, hugging him tighter whilst matthew just nodded his head and smiled as he relaxed again back into my embrace 

*

the last ever scene for criminal minds, our special little crime show, had just wrapped up and what was a farewell party for penelope garcia as she leaves the bau for a different job and then the team had a funeral/memorial for savannah towards the end of the episode as well with some very special cameos but, that was before they farewelled penelope. the last ever shot of the episode is of the bau taking their maiden voyage together for one last time and the first time without savannah, them stepping into the elevator as penelope waves goodbye at them. the moment in which the elevator door closes, penelope is seen walking to her desk and shutting off the computers, turning off the lights and leaving the room, a small post-it note stuck in between the desk for the next technical analyst as she shuts the door behind her and then a black screen follows that. 

i had leant up against a wall alongside matthew as they were filming kirsten's final-ever coverage for her last few scenes after the elevator door closes and i felt my eyes slowly start to tear up. matthew was still crying silently and i could hear his little sniffles as he leaned against me as i smiled. 

the final "cut" had just been called and everyone just erupted into cheers and everyone applauded. when, all of a sudden, i had been pulled into the middle of what i had now noticed was a group circle by matthew and i, all of a sudden, become embarrassed. knowing exactly what was about to happen, i compartmentalized to make sure my teary eyes didn't allow any tears to escape or be noticed as i giggled. 

glenn and erica messer, our criminal minds showrunner joined me in the middle of the circle as i smiled and just shook my head. they were wanting to give me a special series wrap because i was the one character (that had been with the show the entire fifteen years) to die in the final episode and this "special series wrap" was something that everyone else had agreed to without any hesitation. i smiled over at erica who i could tell was trying her absolute hardest to not cry which made me giggle as i rocked back and forth on the balls of my feet to distract myself. 

"whilst we are series wrapping everyone in this cast, i wanted to dedicate a very special series wrap to the very talented miss lillianna johnson who has been with us, and our little crime show since the very beginning fifteen years ago and was so open to the idea...to the idea of having her character getting killed off with only twenty minutes left of the episode being finished..." erica tearfully trailed off as i pouted with a small giggle as i bit my lip as she continued 

"...lillianna, when she found out, that we were going to be killing savannah off, she didn't hesitate to include herself and collaborate with kirsten and me on how she wanted her character to die and how her fellow characters should farewell her. lilly never once complained that savannah wasn't going to survive the last episode of the series and was in fact really excited to be killed off *tearful giggles*," erica trailed off with a tearful giggle as everyone else laughed tearfully and i just laughed and shook my head, my head pointing down to the floor in pure embarrassment 

"and in all honesty, i think that just shows how involved each of our wonderful, talented actors and actresses standing right here in front of all of us are with their characters. lilly wanted to make sure that she said goodbye to savannah in the best way possible and, she did. i mean, watching her film her final scenes with matthew and the rest of the team was heartbreaking *choked up laughter* but those scenes were also my favourite scenes to watch..." erica, once again, got the cast and crew to get choked up but laugh at the same time as i remained with my focus being purely on the ground below me when all of a sudden, erica made me look up to look at her 

"...lilly, my darling girl...i love you so much and i am forever grateful you were with us for fifteen years and made it to the very end, even if it wasn't with your character surviving. watching you grow over these last fifteen years has been an absolute honour and a pleasure of mine. so, thank you so much, lillianna! and now, i'm afraid guys, as much as it hurts, it's time that i say..." 

"...nooo erica! don't say it!" everyone cried out as erica and i giggled but she still said it anyway despite everyone's petitions otherwise

"it is a series wrap on miss lillianna johnson!" erica choked out, tears resting on her chees and i couldn't help but feel a warmth in my chest as she pulled me in for a hug  

however, it quickly turned into a group hug when matthew, paget, adam, aisha...bloody the whole cast and crew ran over and joined the now group hug as more tears from everyone started. and our special little crime show was finally over! 

"...did we get her?" 

"bloody hell...no matthew, lilly didn't cry once today so, you now owe everyone, including lilly, in this cast $50!"  

"oh for fucks sake, come on, lilly!" 

"sorry guys! didn't know i was supposed to cry!" 

- - - 

and yes, i had to expand on the little comedy lines even more at the end because i still didn't want you guys to think that i forgot about the cast trying to get lillianna to cry! but this is the longest rewrite i had have written since going back to rewrite my criminal minds writings but it was truly a lot of fun whilst watching episodes of the show in between lol. 

ok ily bye xx

wc; 10344

#criminal minds cast #matthew gray gubler #shemar moore #paget brewester #joe mantegna

[darlingpwease]

Oh cool!! Do they do it for any specific kind of frog? Or is it just any frog in general that will do the mutual relationship with them??? Either way, that's actually hella cute of them <333

Ofc!! I totally agree with you.

that persons who control and are aware of this are very good and hot.

YES YESS I feel like it multiplies too if it's mutual

Have you ever caught a crab from great depth?? Im glad you have fun with it tho :DD

I don't really have a favorite breed, I think they're all sweet. The job field I'm looking at will have me out of the house for some hours, so I think a pet that will be good alone would be nice. Tho, in all honesty, I'd probably get two because I don't want them to be alone :'))

But I think I'll properly think about it once I've graduated, yk?? Gotta get my footing first

Oh god, pikes seem to be biters, huh? Have you ever gotten bit by one before??

how experienced you are, dear <3

You too, Dove!! <33 I love hearing ur stories, they're so interesting to listen to!!

Parents are supposed to be there for their child, and I genuinely believe that if someone isn't ready for a child, don't have one. And sadly, some people also just aren't fit to be a parent either. It would be wonderful if all kids could have great parents /gen

BY THE WAY, MALEWIFE YUUTA??? Amazing, glorious, so good omgomg, tha anon who brought it up deserves great things because omg

-panna cotta

cw spider's photos (/hj)

tarantulas most often form such relationships with poisonous narrow-mouthed frogs, while other frogs are eaten <3

WITH DOTTED HUMMING FROG

however, there is a case when tarantula (aphonopelma) cheated on narrow-mouthed frogs with ditch frogs </3

even if panna cotta agrees with me, it means that I am telling the pure truth <333

I've only seen it happen <3 to be honest, when a cage full of crabs is pulled out in front of you, it leaves a deep impression,,,,,

I have never caught them at great depth, and although I know that something like this can be done with scuba diving, I have neither the opportunity nor, frankly, the desire — it sounds very dreary and problematic.

even if the crab becomes a big enough problem for the survival of the fish, since it has no natural enemies (except giant octopuses, but they are found only in the pacific ocean) and eats small fish and caviar, its population is not monitored, therefore it is difficult to get a quota for capture — the authorities have too little knowledge and fear that it will be exterminated, although it will rather exterminate everything </3

to be honest, I don't envy crabbers — catching crabs only to kill them, since only humans can regulate their numbers and not destroy the ecosystem, but it is impossible to sell them, since crab is considered a delicacy and an excess of supply will create price dumping.

ahhhh, thank you, precious honeybun <3333 almost everything that deals with hunting fascinates me.

except, perhaps, hunting ground creatures like rabbits or ducks — they are fun to catch, but it seems repulsive to kill. probably, this is our pacifist upbringing. were you brought up with the idea that animals are like people, dear? like, at the same level of self-awareness and "you need to handle them carefully".

even if I have already grown up, the thought of killing them for some reason either repels me or does not affect me in any way; I don't know if I will ever be able to understand the delight of chasing them. It's so easy to catch and cook fish, but I can't bring myself to do anything with a rabbit other than pet it. too soft-hearted </3333 /neg /hj

of course!

I also thought to afford something alive only when I get a stable job. even if having something that depends on me makes me more motivated and ambitious, it's kind of restless to have a pet </3 too much responsibility for me, I can't even look after myself </333

awwww, sweetest, nothing too serious has ever happened;;; I am too anxious and restless, and at the risk that I will be bitten, I prefer to reset than to play. If I didn't get the adrenaline.

if I get adrenaline, I usually get something else unpleasant, but this is not the most interesting stories /hj

I mean, I think even the most cautious person has a history where they succumb to more unreasonable feelings, and I have that too </333

they're so wonderful, aren't they? I am so lucky that sometimes they visit me <3333

haaaa, whenever I hear praise about some pie, I feel very proud; thank you <3

(I'm not sure which one you're talking about, but I can't pass it by, because 90% of all malewife content was created thanks to him, and we thank him for such a contribution.)

right? children are no longer a category "for everyone", they require much more resources, including mental and emotional, than society is trying to convince.

parents have become a much more important role now, when life expectancy is higher and childhood is getting longer, and they are connected with their children much longer than before, when they gave birth to twenty, so that at least three survived.

parenting and taking care of children has become an even more important concern, but some seem to ignore it, and it's sad. It is impossible to raise a completely healthy child, but it is possible to give them a good childhood and safety, knowing that they can always turn to their parent/parents </3

#❖.my jewelry #✮.panna cotta <3 #✮.star<3 #he doesn't watch old posts usually #i think #but I'll mention him anyway #the main provider of content about yuuta is worthy of mention <3 /hj /pos #don't tell him that I speak well of him outside of his presence okay #what if he thinks I'm teasing him because I like him platonically #that would be very bad </3 #It's a secret between us #I only like pies and panna cotta <333 #/gen #/j

[tiny-katara]

☕️

Here, have a nice cup of tea. You deserve it after handling all those batshit anons so gracefully. You deserve it ❤️

Oh you're too kind anon thank you so much 💙

I'm a little surprised they keep coming to be perfectly honest bc trying convince that Kata*ng shouldn't offend me is such an obvious lost cause lol. It just seems like a waste of their time, but I suppose that's never stopped them before.

In all honesty, I do get a some kind of sick little adrenaline rush replying to them lol. They've come into my space and literally asked for it-- like what do they expect me to do?! Just go "oh yeah actually you have a point"??? It's so weird and I have to read their asks so many time to actually comprehend them. I spend waaayyy too much time crafting and revising my reply. I'm too into it, but again, they literally asked for it lol.

I still try to remain mostly respectful when replying though bc they are real people and I don't want to be ruthless to anyone, regardless of how bad I think their opinion is or how senselessly rude they are to me. But I will still absolutely be passive-aggressive and tell them to stick to their Kata*ng spaces bc I-- and most people here from my experience-- leave them alone in their Anti-Zutara spaces and Kata*ng spaces.

I really don't have any problem having a civil discussion about the ships, but it so quickly spirals into your "you just wanna fuck zuko' and "you're just mad your ship isn't canon" which is not just not worth anyone's time.

Unless they're ready to engage respectfully, I don't want them in my space. I have no issue talking about the ships civilly-- its actually quite interesting to see how other people feel about it, but if you're being rude, I am not having it.

I hope you're having a nice cup of tea yourself anon ☕️

#anti kataang #this was such a sweet message #it made me smile :)