let me imagine its him


so i found some pictures of Stefan Karl from when he played that french guard and prince Herbet in Spamalot at the icelandic national theater

anonymous asked:

Whats your opinion on the headcanon that bakugou is hard of hearing because of how loud his explosions are? If you dont mind my asking

I think I answered this q on this blog already? Maybe? But anyway, I don’t exactly mind it, but I can’t say I share the headcanon myself - for one, because I’m of the opinion that their bodies are built to withstand a safe use of their quirks (a bit like you can’t break a leg by simply walking, you know), so in general I’m not a fan of headcanons that include damages caused by simply doing what their bodies were born to do? 

But also because generally, even under the assumption that his body isn’t made to hold up with his explosions, isn’t it awfully convenient how only his ears take damage in these scenarios? What about his eyes? How come he can still see with no problems even with the continuous exposure to the explosions’ light? How about his hair? How come he can stand so close to fire without it ever being damaged by it? His palms have thicker skin and we know that thanks to his UA file, but what about the rest of his body? How come he can stand smack in the middle of an Howitzer Impact without getting even slightly burnt? When you say “only his ears aren’t made to withstand his explosions” what you’re telling me is that his whole body is tailord to deal with his quirk but his ears, and that just feels unrealistic to me - by which I mean, when this is the scenario we’re talking about, you can’t give the fault of the damage to Bakugou’s quirk. It’s a problem his body has, not a natural consequence of having that sort of quirk. And imho with those premises you sort of end up with a different kind of story, you’re supposed to write it differently - that’s what I think, at least

Anon said: Maybe the reason Baku raises his voice so often is because he can’t hear very well, which isn’t due to his explosions, rather, he was born with bad hearing to protect him from taking damage by them.. and then his other senses are sharper to even it out, and his body can even subconsciously notice air vibrations, resulting in really fast reflexes.

Ah, this is also another reason why I’m not a huge fan of the headcanon - don’t get me wrong! If you like it then go on, I’m not trying to stop anyone from enjoying ideas and possibilities!! But personally I like Bakugou not having any reason to be loud-mouthed and rude, that’s just his personality and how the environment he grew up in made him, and lately I’ve seen the hc used to justify his behaviour more than I like? Bakugou being an asshole is just who he is, and I love it! I love that his life made him like that and I love that he’s working hard to fix that flaw, giving him an external reason, something he has no control over, to justify his personality changes the core of his character too much, and that’s not something I’d ever want to do tbh

And it’s also cool to think that he was somewhat genetically engineered to be better in a fight to compensate for a lack of earing (though again, why only his ears and not his eyes or his sense of tact too), but that goes to cut on all the hard work he put in becoming as good as he is, right? If that’s what you like than who am I to stop you! But Bakugou’s hardworking nature is one of the things I love about him, I don’t really feel like taking away from him all the effort and work he put through the years in becoming as good as he is now

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im feeling so romantically frustrated aaa

Imagine Yurio confronting Yuuri after the podium ceremony

Yurio starts kicking him in the back the same way he did to Victor in episode 10 and Yuuri turns around confused

And there’s Yurio, rageful and ready to strike out , rapidly blinking away the tears in his eyes and he says “I won gold. You lost. So you better not retire you pathetic pig!”

And Yuuri is at a loss , but ultimately chuckles and agrees. “ Yes next year i’ll win gold…and the year after that to , I need to beat Victors 5 year consecutive streak yknow?”

And finally , relieved that Yuuri is not retiring, Yurios tears spill and he launches himself at Yuuri desperately clinging to him.

And Yuuri tenses up at first , but ends up gently hugging him back and asking very softly “ What do you want to do now that you’ve won gold Yurio?”

And Yurio starts openly sobbing , almost hyperventilating and says “ I want to eat pork cutlet bowls with you Yuuri.”

And then Yuuri is crying to and Yurio starts beating his little fists against his back and finally asking for what he wants in desperation and as a final plea

“ I want you to come to Russia with me and Victor. I want to beat you again next year and the year after that to, so you dont ever retire. I want you to never leave me and stay by my side! P-please dont leave me”

And both Yuri’s are just a mess at that point and haven’t noticed Victor at all who entered the room earlier and is looking at them both so fondly before he ruins their familial moment by launching himself into the hug as well and saying “Yuuuuuuuuuurrriiii i’m going to be the one to win next year silly , dont get ahead of yourself just because you won a single GPF.”

And then Yurios back to his old self, screaming and having a huff while Victor continues to tease him , and Yuuris laughing and trying to wipe away his tears. And none of them would have it any other way

erasure of women: fandom collectively and conveniently forgetting or not mentioning it was SONJA who taught isak ‘minuut per minuut’ aka how to love even 


When Matt Ryan has to fight for his show even in character


for stevetopsbuckysbottom | Bucky Barnes + personality types


request by anon: flirting with jin


“Do you know who took you? I’ll rip their lungs out!”


“You know, you’re dad wouldn’t like this. Not one bit.”

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I like that we devoted an entire movie to Charles apologizing to Raven for being a douche, yet she was the one who left him bleeding to death on a strip of sand because Erik actually likes the color blue

Matthew Gray Gubler/Spencer Reid Imagine

SYNOPSIS: You’re a member of the Bureau and one night at a house party in New York, you become the victim of something horrific and the team have to help save you in time without the stress and panic of Spencer due to your disappearance.

WARNINGS: EXTREMELY LONG IMAGINE!! Mentions of serial killers and murder (all that you’d expect in crime shows)

WORD COUNT: 6,583 (it’s like a fucking dictionary)

NOTE: Please ignore the crap intro, it’s so bad i’m sorry. also if there’s any mistakes or parts that don’t make sense, don’t rub it in my face okay. ☺️☺️ i love you x. 

Originally posted by tupakka-prinsessa

 It was a crazy night at the house party, the team was invite to. Morgan, Rossi, Hotch and Reid were there but Prentiss, JJ and Garcia didn’t want to bother joining in on the wild night. You and Reid were in a secret relationship but he didn’t exactly show it to anyone, then again it’s not like anyone was asking about it. 

As you walked around the crowded house you didn’t see any of the 4 that were attending but you could just make out the floppy brown hair that belonged to Reid. With a smile on your face you excitedly walked over to where he was before noticing the 3 other girls around him, one getting way too close to what you approve of. Anger flushed through your body as you stormed over to where he was standing along with the 3 girls. 

 "(Y/N)! Stop, stop it (Y/N).“ Morgan shouted as he grabbed your shoulders and started pushing you towards the front door of the house. Rossi standing alongside him with Hotch waiting at the top of the front stairs. 

 "Morgan, stop! I need to speak to Reid.” You demanded trying to walk past the barrier that him and Rossi have created. “You can’t be serious. Let me go!”

 "(Y/N) take a walk.“ You heard Hotch call out to you. You gave him a big glare before walking away with your arms folded. 

 "Take a walk (Y/N). Go and take a freaking walk.” You muttered to yourself before turning left from the house. Without glancing back you didn’t notice the dark coloured van stop behind you, a man who’s face was hidden behind a hood grabbed you from behind and latched his hand over your mouth to stop you from screaming out for help. You were unarmed, unable to help save yourself from this man. 

 "Don’t scream or I’ll break your neck.“ He whispered harshly in your ear before dragging you back to his van and throwing you in the back. 

 * * * 

"Where’s (Y/N)?” Reid asked, walking away from the group of girls he was once with. The uncomfortable feeling growing as one of the girls reached out to stroke his cheek, he had to leave, he would never cheat against anyone especially (Y/N). 

 "She’s gone to take a walk.“ Morgan stated, a cup of beer in his hand as he patted Reid on the back. "She wasn’t very happy so Hotch made her go take a walk outside.” Reid’s eyes grew before he quickly ran outside and went to look for you. There was an unsolved case that Reid read over the other night about a serial killer who snatched people off the street when they were alone. The crime was still happening in the neighbourhood that the party was being held at. His levels of anxiousness were rising out of the roof as he looked from left to right from the gates to see no sign of you. 

 "Reid what’s wrong?“ Hotch asked as Morgan and Rossi walked after him in worry. Reid turned to stare at them with a mix of shock and frustration in his eyes. 

 ”(Y/N)’s gone.“

 * * *

 Groggily you opened your eyes, your head pounding as you took a look around the unfamiliar surroundings. It looked like you were in a dark room, no windows to let the light in but there was a small set of stairs that lead up to what you were praying to be a door, a way out. 

 "Thinking of escaping already?” A voice whispered from behind, you tried to look around but with your hands uncomfortably tied in cuffs, you just couldn’t without inflicting unintentional pain on yourself. Your clothes were now stained a dirty brown and your shoes were taken away, showing your almost unidentifiable feet. 

“You can try to if you want.” The voice said, a sound of scraping metal filling the thick air around the room. “But if you do, I’ll have to hurt you.” A sudden clash of metal was heard from behind and you jumped slightly before taking in slow breaths, trying to calm yourself down. “Good girl." 

 "M-My team will find me,” You spoke, fear evident in your voice. “They’re probably looking for me now and when they find me… they’ll kill you.” The man stopped his movement before moving his black hood down from his head to reveal his tanned skin with a large scar across his face.

 "Do you remember me now?“ He asked, holding a sinister smile as you started to scream and panic in distress, you did not want to be a victim to this monster. 

 * * * 

"There’s an unsub that’s known for kidnapping people in the neighbourhood but his victims were always killed a week after, depending on how he killed his previous victim.” JJ said as she gave the team a debrief on the case of the Serial Killer of ‘92. “His victims were always skinned alive but for every second victim he took, he had their insides removed." 

 "Well we know that this is most likely an act of anger, but there’s definitely no sign of remorse as he doesn’t place them anywhere in particular. They always seem to look like he’s thrown them out like trash.” Prentiss observed as she kept looking through the file. 

 "But he’s changed his victimology. He first started going for prostitutes and drug addicts but why the sudden jump to one of our own?“ Morgan announced as he looked around the table in confusion. 

 ”(Y/N) could have impacted his life in someway, she could’ve been the one he first came into contact with but without her knowing or he could feel anger towards the team and decided to take (Y/N) because she was the one walking by herself in the late night.“ Reid spoke, anger clear in voice that was mainly directed towards Morgan, Rossi and Hotch. 

 Hotch ignored Reid’s angry glares before packing away the files. "Alright everyone, get some sleep and we’ll deal with this case in the morning.”  

“In the morning?” Reid spoke, his emotions getting the better of him. “One of our own team members, our friend is out there getting tortured in god knows what ways, yet you want us to take a rest and deal with it in the morning?!” Everyone glanced between Hotch and Reid, he’s only ever testified Hotch’s leadership once and he vowed to never do it again but because of Reid’s unknown relationship with you he felt a strong emotion overcome him and he was all of a sudden ready to fight for your own life and his job over the BAU’s rules and Hotch’s placement in the team. 

 "Reid calm down, we get it. She’s our friend too but you need to relax and go home. (Y/N)’s strong and we all know she’ll be able to make it overnight.“ Rossi spoke, placing a gentle hand on Reid’s shoulder before Reid shrugged it off and stormed out of the conference room. His colleagues, his friends, staring at him in disbelief of what caused him such pain with this case. More pain than what they were in. 

* * * 

You screamed in agony as he dragged a sharp knife down from your neck to the top of your belly button. He didn’t press down hard enough to make you bleed but hard enough to leave your skin a tainted red. You whimpered as you felt the tip of the knife drag across your jawline, "Please, you don’t have to do this. I know what you’ve done to those women but you don’t have to do this anymore.” You begged as he just laughed, your fear making his confidence grow.

 "You know me (Y/N), I have no other choice. It’s what I must do.“ He replied before walking back into the unknown darkness of his 'workshop’. You knew what was coming next but you hoped that the team would be able to find you before he decided to hurt you in any way possible. "1 day down, 6 more to go.” He whispered as the sound of the door shutting was overwhelmed with silence. 

* * * 

 Spencer’s mind was racing, he felt like he was driving himself insane. He couldn’t sleep for a minute last night without having the fear that you were in unbearable pain or that he had already started to create open wounds to your body. “Reid,” Morgan said from the other side of the jet, “We’re about to give a debrief over the case. Care to join?" 

 "No thanks, I’ve gone over this case plenty of times.” Reid replied before staring back out the window again. It’s not like he was trying to be rude to the team but he did blame the whole ordeal on Morgan, Hotch and Rossi. “Reid, we miss her too you know.” Prentiss said, walking out from her seat to sit in the one opposite the quiet boy. “She’s one of my best friends, I don’t know what I’d do if she was hurt right now." 

 "You don’t understand though do you?” Reid bursted, he was angry. Angry at the fact that he wanted to proclaim his love for (Y/N) to the team but he couldn’t without saying it to her first. “It’s more than that to me.” He whispered. The team warily looked back over the profile, he hated how they were profiling his best friend.. his girlfriend. It just didn’t feel right to him, he knew practically everything about you yet he couldn’t be the one to save you from risking your life from the Killer of '92. If he couldn’t save the person he cared about, what was the point in saving people at all? 

 "Alright so when we land JJ and I will head straight to the station and talk to the Sheriff. Reid and Prentiss can go and look at the previous crime scene and Morgan and Rossi can try to talk to the neighbours, find out if they’ve seen anything suspicious recently.“ Reid could feel Prentiss’ concerned glances but decided to ignore them. He had to stay focused, he had to find you.

 * * * 

You sprang awake at the loud sounds of someone shouting from the other side of the door. Was there someone else in this place that could help you escape? 

"H-Help, help me!” You shouted but it only came out as a small whisper. Your voice strained from the crying and screaming you did throughout the night, the shouting stopped and there was a slam of the door then an angry looking killer facing you. 

 "Were you calling out for help?“ He spat, his lips ghosting over your dirty cheeks. "No one’s going to help you, you’re going to die here." 

 "No I’m not,” You shouted back, his face moving back from the shockingly strong tone of your voice, “I will not die here." 

The man laughed, before walking behind you and grabbing something through the darkness. You couldn’t see it clearly but it had a few sparks flying from the ends of thick wires. "No, please.. please.. no, no, no!” You cried out, tears streaming down your face as you tried to shake your hands from out of the cuffs that were holding you in place. But it was no use as he wouldn’t back down, placing one wire on your bare skin making you cry out for it to stop. The pain was unbearable and you were surprised that some the girls would’ve lasted this long, electrocution was definitely not something that you had predicted for this man to use as a torture method but then again.. he did end up skinning his victims. 

* * *

 "So there wasn’t much to hide it, just a few dead branches and trash bags scattered all around the body.“ Prentiss said as she knelt down next to the dead corpse. Surprisingly they still hadn’t gotten around to disposing the body even though it had been dumped in this alleyway 3 weeks ago. 

 "Do you know if he’s using any specific torture methods to try and harm the girls but not kill them? Maybe in a way to just shut them up if they had ever cried out for help?” Reid asked the Forensic Scientist as he just shook his head.  

“It’s hard to tell since it’s pretty much muscle tissue and bone but her vocal chords look pretty ruined, I would say that at around day 4 or 5 she would’ve lost her voice.” The Scientist said, pointing out to the throat of the victim but Reid noticed something else, the muscle of the body looked a slight brown colour meaning that it was burnt a little while ago now. 

 "There’s some burn marks on the muscle around the torso, maybe from electroshock torture?“ Reid suggested as Prentiss took a closer look at the wounds. 

 "I would say the same, it looked like it was done on both sides too, left and right.” She said before standing up and removing her gloves, “We’re going to need a copy of all the injuries that this woman had sustained as soon as possible.” The Scientist nodded before Reid and Prentiss started walking away from the scene and back to their car. 

 "Reid is there something you’re not telling us? Something that’s going on between (Y/N) and yourself?“ Prentiss asked as they were about to get into the car. Reid contemplated on whether or not to tell her and decided against it. 

 "If there was, I don’t want to tell you without (Y/N) knowing about it first.” Reid smoothly replied before opening his car door and driving off back to the station to meet up with the rest of the team. 

* * * 

“Day 2 is about to end my dear, should I start sending your team letters from you?” He spoke, a hint of amusement in his voice as if he was taunting you. You let out a groan, trying to shake away the strong effect the electroshock left on your body. As you glanced down to your torso you couldn’t miss the two, almost brown coloured marks on your skin. You were burnt, you drew in a sharp breath as you tried to move your body, but you couldn’t. Not with those burns on your torso. “Maybe I should, you know just to stir them up a bit, make them seem afraid that they’ll lose you.” He chuckled, before grabbing out a pen and notepad addressing the letter to your team; your friends and your lover. Please help me Spencer. 

* * *

 People were dashing around the station in the early morning, Reid checked his watch for the time 9:06 am and suddenly he felt cautious. There was something not right about the scene in front of him, people were smiling and they were happily talking to one another but another half were wearing stressed faces almost as if the pressure of this case was hitting it home for them, but it’s not like they even know her. 

 "Reid! We need to discuss something real quick.“ JJ said, rushing to Reid’s side and pulling him to one of the small conference rooms. She shut the door behind them and made him sit down opposite her as she folded her arms and stared him down.

 "JJ I need to be working on the case right now so if you don’t mind.” Reid tried to get up and open the door before JJ interrupted him. 

 "Prentiss told me some things about your behaviour recently and it doesn’t take a profiler to know that someone’s in love.“ JJ spoke, fast yet slow enough for Reid to understand every word she spoke. He scoffed, of course this was what it was all about but why do they care about all this now. Right when he’s trying to work out the case that was making him scared for the pain that his love was in.

 "If you want me to admit that I love (Y/N) then fine. I love (Y/N) but she doesn’t even know that yet alright so don’t blabber on about this to anyone.” He sternly stated before walking out of the conference room away from JJ who had a large grin on her face, happy for the fact that Reid finally admitted he was in love with someone.

 * * *

“We got a letter from the UNSUB!” An officer called out, holding an envelope that was addressed to 'those who are working on my case - S. Killer of '92.' 

“Wait so now he’s trying to contact us? That’s a change of MO, he’s never done that before.” Rossi said, looking up at his team. “I think he’s trying to taunt us, it obviously has something to do with (Y/N). I mean we are the ones that are trying to save her.” Morgan said, looking up at Hotch who stared down at the envelope in disgust.

 "Well if it’s about (Y/N) then we should open it!“ Reid shouted, reaching over the envelope and eagerly trying to open it but Prentiss soon took it out of the needy boy’s hands and back on the table. 

 "Not yet Reid, we don’t know what this envelope contains.” Reid huffed in anger as JJ placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. 

 "It’s day 3, and we only have 4 more days left until he kills her Hotch! We have to open this, it could tell us where he is hiding or what his name is.“ Reid tried to convince Hotch but he just shook his head.

 "Get Garcia to run over who went missing and find a connection. No one is to open this letter until I say so.” Hotch said pinning the envelope to the cork board that held all their evidence and ideas to where this man is hiding. 

 * * *

 There was a pain in your thighs and you were too scared to try and admit the truth. Why would he have done it whilst you were asleep and why wouldn’t you have felt it? 

 "Sleeping Beauty’s awake.“ He said, walking down the stairs holding a tray of food, a slice of toast and glass of OJ but that wasn’t enough to suffice your starving body. 

 "Why are you giving this to me?” You questioned in confusion. He was being nice to you for once, it was a huge change of demeanour. 

 "I can only keep you for a certain number of days until I get bored of you and decide to throw you out. We’re on Day 4 now my dear. Your end is coming near.“ He recited before closing the door behind him once again, leaving you in the dark to eat what was the first small meal you’d had for days. 

 * * * 

"We believe that the UNSUB is a white male and judging by the fact that he started killing in '92, he’ll be around 40-45 years old.” Hotch said, looking around the room at the officers taking notes of the profile.

 "Neighbours have said that he’s around 5'9" and tends to wear a black hood to cover his identity.“ Morgan imputed as Reid continued to look at the envelope pinned up on the board. 

 "This killer is doing this out of anger so look for someone aggressive and he might’ve been put into jail for harassment and violence a few years ago.” Prentiss said, before Hotch told them that was all and that they’d get back to them if they found out anymore of the UNSUB. 

 "Hotch I think we should look at the letter. He could be trying to reach out to us or taunt us but he may also be having a countdown until the last day.“ Reid begged to Hotch as the others watched on with curiousity. "Please Hotch." 

"Alright, Reid. Open the envelope and read out what it says. If you find a message that he’s trying to get across. You alert us immediately.” Hotch instructed, Reid nodded before quickly removing the envelope from the cork board and rushing to open it and find a letter inside. 

 “Dear my fellow Profilers, I know that you’re here and I know that you’re looking for me and your team mate. You know, you should never let a beautiful young girl like her walk alone in the dark. But no matter, now that she’s in my hands and I can treat her right. She won’t last long though, you have only 72 hours left until I kill her. Slowly. Painfully. She’ll be screaming out for your names but you’ll never hear her. Not as her insides are being taken out from her body and skinned alive. She has lovely skin by the way. Smooth and silky, I could just kiss it all day. 72 hours left Agents, better hurry." 

Reid held the crinkled paper in his hands. He felt like he wasn’t breathing, that this was all a dream. A terrible nightmare. But he knew that no matter how many times he pinched himself, it was real, this was happening. Realisation struck him as he re-read the letter again. There was a message that he was trying to say, something that was more than the fact that he was going to skin her alive. But Reid only had less than 72 hours to figure out what the message was. 72 hours and counting. 

 * * *

 You could barely wake up the next day, your body in such numb pain that you couldn’t tell that you were alive. "Morning sweet pea,” You heard him say as he walked towards you, dragging a stool to sit on as he admired you in such a drugged state. 

 "Who are you?“ You whispered, the pain making you forget what was happening. Who the killer was and who you were. 

 "You don’t remember? My name’s Evan, I’m your boyfriend.” You remembered enough to know that you didn’t have a boyfriend but if he wanted you to play along with his fantasy, you would as long as it would help you live. 

 "Evan… Evan.“ You kept whispering to yourself, you felt your body coming in and out of consciousness. Your skin felt dead cold, when you breathed you could feel your lungs hit against your ribcage. The amount of food you’ve had in the past 4 days was equal to the amount of food you’d have in an hour of the day. You needed water and you needed a proper meal, not a slice of toast and a small glass of OJ. 

 "Sleep my darling, you’re tired..” Evan softly whispered in your ear before leaving a small kiss to your right cheek. “I’ll see you in the morning.” That was the last thing you heard before fading out if consciousness and into a deep sleep. 

* * *

 "Hotch! I found something in the letter.“ Reid shouted, storming into the make-shift office for the team. Hotch turned around as the team stopped what they were doing and took seats around the table whilst Reid grabbed a white board marker and started writing out the letter word for word on the board. 

"The UNSUB says in the letter that he watched her walk alone in the dark at the night of the party,” Reid explained. 

“So he must’ve been in one of the cars parked outside?” Rossi imputed. 

“Yes but then it says that he’ll remove her insides before she’s skinned alive." 

"But the Forensics said that the skinning was done before the death of the victim.” Prentiss said, still confused on the point Reid was trying to get across. 

“I read in a history book once that they’d put rats into the victims body to eat away the insides before a killer would skin them." 

 "So this guy’s a copy cat of a previous killer?” Morgan asked. “Not exactly, I think that the UNSUB was a UNI student and was studying History of human torture.” Reid finalised. 

 "It would make sense since the party was only a couple blocks away from NYU. Maybe he’s a student there.“ Rossi added, looking at Reid and Hotch. 

"Okay Morgan get Garcia to look up students that previously studied History of human torture or a professor. The UNSUB also has a record on violence so let her get some names that would relate to this case.” Hotch instructed as the Morgan got up to call Garcia.

 "I’ll alert the Sheriff and see if he’s willing to go around the campus and question students and staff members.“ JJ said as Prentiss and Rossi decided to tag along with them.

 "Reid see if you can figure out where the UNSUB would be keeping (Y/N). We don’t have a lot of time left Reid so make sure you know exactly.” Hotch said before walking out the room. Reid turned around to look at the map of New York before marking out where each of the previous victims were taken and where the UNSUB’s most likely holding them captive. 

* * *

 You heard the sounds of metal unlocking before falling to the hard wooden floor. “It’s time to wake up now, darling. We’re going for a walk.” Evan said before placing an arm on your back and another under your legs. He lifted you up with ease and walked up the stairs and out of the dark room. 

You couldn’t see much since your vision was blurry but you managed to make out some small details. There was a white couch, a coffee table and a coat hanger next to the door.

  As Evan stepped outside, he looked around with caution. Worried that he was going to get caught, you saw the small white bungalow hidden behind some trees before he threw you into the back of the black van and tied your wrists and ankles together. 

 "I’m sorry it has to be like this my love but I have to take you somewhere else now… you’re not safe here.“ He hushed before placing a dirty rag in your mouth and tying it behind your head, you didn’t have enough time to even look him in the eye before he jumped out from the back and locked the door. The ignition started and you wriggled over towards the left corner away from the back door. There was almost no hope for you left, if your team doesn’t find you within the next 32 hours… you were dead. 

* * *

 "Garcia’s found a match.” Morgan said before putting Garcia on speaker phone. 

 "Yes peasants, I have found your man. His name’s Evan Walters. He was a professor at NYU for about 6 years before he was fired for abusing his female students.“ Garcia happily spoke through the phone.

 "Well that explains his hatred towards young females.” Hotch said, before Garcia interrupted him. “Yes but there’s more. Evan used to be the professor for Biology and History. He mainly did experiments with sewer rats," 

 "Sewer rats..” Reid mumbled before turning back towards the map of NYC. “There’s a sewer entrance not far from where the Biology building is. Maybe that’s where he’s getting his rats and killing the victims." 

 "It would explain why he’s so quick to throwing the victims out on the streets.” Morgan said, “Alright thanks baby girl.”

 "I’ll be here if you need me, Queen’s signing out.“ Garcia announced before the line went dead. 

 "Reid do you know if there’s any other entrances to the sewers? Is there a back entrance or something?” Hotch asked, walking over to the map and looking out for some back paths that would lead the team to the sewers undetected. 

 "I’m sure that there’s at least one or two.“ Reid said pointing towards two exits on different streets in the part of the neighbourhood. 

 "Alright. Morgan, let the others know that we’ve found his hideout and tell them to meet us there.” Hotch instructed before racing out towards the door with Reid and Morgan keeping up behind him.

 * * *

 It was cold and dark where you were now, not as dark as the room before but still quite dark. There was a glow from the moon as it shone through the slight crack between the wooden panels holding out the public from seeing within the back of the van. You felt stripped from yourself, like you weren’t the same person anymore. Evan had torn your clothes into shreds, the only thing that was able to cover most of you up was the shirt that he made you wear. He threw out your old clothes onto the side of the road as he drove towards the sewer pipes. 

“I’ll be back soon my dear.” Evan said before getting out of the van and locking it behind him. You raced towards the back window to see what he was doing but all you saw was him jogging into the tunnel. As soon as he was out if sight, you raced to try and get your wrists out from the tight ropes but it was no use. It was almost like he had quadrupled the knots and made them extra tight that the only way out of them was with a knife. But you didn’t have one. 

 You froze as soon as you heard noises coming from outside. It sounded like Evan was coming back, you tried to pull yourself as far up into the back corner as you could but when Evan opened up the back door and held up a knife with a cage filled with about 5-6 sewer rats inside, you started to scream and cry. 

“Please, Evan please. I don’t want this, I’ll do anything just please don’t do this to me.” You begged, tears streaming down your cheeks as your face began to feel puffy from the excess water. 

 "You might not want it. But it’s what you deserve.. after all, you are a rat yourself.“ He spoke with such anger as he grabbed your ankles. You screamed out and tried to hold onto anything that would allow you to stay inside the safest place you’ve seen so far. "Stop moving or you’re going to make this messier than it needs to be.”

 "Evan Walters. Put down the knife!“ You stopped crying and turned around to see bright lights shining on Evan, but shadowing your body from the light. As soon as Evan let go of your ankles you quickly went back into the corner and huddled up into a ball. 

 "These people are going to save me. My team, they’re here to save me.” You thought to yourself as you started rocking your body back and forth to try and calm yourself down. 

 "Shoot me, c'mon Agent. Shoot your killer.“ Evan taunted. "I knew you were coming after me. I knew that she was going to be sent out to walk alone.” You jumped in fright and lost your breathing as a loud gunshot was heard. Evan falling to the ground, dead. You started getting nervous, it had been a while since you’ve seen anyone. Were you still recognisable to your team? Did the police even realise that you were missing before your team arrived?

 "(Y/N)! Are you okay?“ You heard a female call out. JJ. You were too scared to say anything so you kept quiet but couldn’t stop staring at where Evan was standing, ready to kill you and skin you alive in the process.

  "Turn off the lights, you’re scaring her.” You heard another voice say. This time it was a male. Rossi. You so badly wanted to shout out for help but you felt too scared to even try to move.

 "(Y/N), I’m going to come and check on you alright? Stay calm, I’m coming.“ JJ called out before you heard her running over towards the van. In shock you started screaming at the sight of JJ with a gun pointed towards you. "Hey! Hey, it’s alright. I’m not going to hurt you. Can I come in?” You looked up with innocent eyes at JJ and your heart leaped. 

“I-I’m tied. C-Can you cut them off, p-please?” You whimpered to her as JJ climbed into the van, and pulled out a small pocket knife to cut off the ropes. “H-How did you find me? I-Is Reid okay?” JJ smiled before speaking into the walkie-talkie attached to her bulletproof vest. 

“I got her, she’s in shock. We need a medic.” She then looked at you with tearful eyes and wrapped you in a hug. “We were so worried about you. As soon as the boys entered the BAU headquarters without you, I knew something was wrong and I wasn’t going to stop until I figured it out.” She explained to you, wrapping your shaking body into a warm and relived embrace. You noticed Prentiss run towards the van and you almost started crying at the sight of her.

 "(Y/N) you’re okay. You made it, the medics are here to do some check ups on you if that’s alright.“ You nodded and ran towards her to give her a tight hug. The doors of the van were blocking you away from the large mass of police cars and ambulances as well as the guys on your team. You were too scared to face them, to see their reaction to the unrecognisable you. 

Prentiss and JJ sat down on either side of you as the paramedics wrapped you up in a shock blanket and then ran a few tests to see if you were needed to go to the hospital. "He hit me a lot, I was electrocuted on my torso and I… I…” You trailed off unable to finish your sentence as you saw Hotch and Rossi walk over to you. 

 "I just want to apologise for putting you in such a high risked situation like this. I don’t know what I would’ve done if we came too late.“ Hotch apologised as you gave him a small smile. 

 "How did you find me so fast anyways?” You asked, gripping onto the corners of the blanket to try and stop you from shaking and to keep your body warm. 

“We had a lot of hope and will power that was enough to send us into overdrive and work hard to try and find you. Did you know Evan?” Rossi explained before raising an eyebrow at you. You shook your head,

 "I don’t think I did, I mean I might’ve seen him around a few times but I don’t think I’ve actually seen him.“ You whispered, pulling a loose strand of hair back behind your ear.

 "Where’s Morgan and Reid?” You asked, JJ and Prentiss smiled before you saw Morgan walk around the corner. 

 "Glad to see that you still remember us kiddo.“ Morgan joked before giving you a squeeze and placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. 

 "How could I forget the biggest pain in the ass.” You laughed, as Morgan placed a hand over his heart in a joking manner. The team laughed before you felt the presence of the missing team member join you all again. You turned tour head to see Reid, half hiding behind Morgan and Hotch. 

 "Reid.“ You whispered, Reid gave you a small smile. 

 "We’ll leave you two alone for a bit.” Prentiss hinted before her and JJ started pushing the other three away from you and Reid.

 "Hey, how are you?“ Reid awkwardly asked. You gave him a small smile before kissing his cheek in affection.

 "I’ve been better.” You replied, a slight blush painted on both you and Reid’s cheeks. “How stressed were you for this case?” You asked, resting your head on his shoulder and playing with the small hairs on the back of his neck. Reid chuckled a little before sighing and mumbling “very”. You giggled in response as he looked down at you with a bright gleam in his eyes. 

 "You know I, ugh, I didn’t get the chance to tell you this but.. I .. well. I.. I love you.“ Reid said softly, you lifted your head from his shoulder and looked him in the eye. The feeling was definitely mutual but you just couldn’t believe he said it to you. 

 "You love me?” You questioned in a state of shock and confusion. 

 "Well … yeah.“ Reid replied, rubbing his hands together in a nervous habit. You smiled and placed a hand over his. 

 "I love you too, Spencer.” You whispered as Reid gave you a bright smile before he noticed how much pain you were in. 

 "How much does it hurt?“ He asked, gazing down at your not very well covered body. You glanced down at yourself and took note on how bad your injuries actually looked. Your thighs had purple and black splotched over them, your torso had a red tint to it’s normal colour and your body looked overall battered and badly bruised.

 "It’s actually not as bad as it looks. I can live with it.” You told him as Reid asked the doctor on whether or not you should go to a hospital to get yourself checked over. 

 "I would say that the suitable answer is yes but it just depends on your overall test. Can you please stand for me?“ The doctor asked, you hesitantly agreed before sliding down from the edge of the van and tried to stand. Your legs were still shaky and numb so standing up was hard but walking was pretty much impossible. You collapsed to floor straight away when you tried to take a step forward. Reid and the rest of your team was quick to reach your side, Morgan trying to lift you up but you couldn’t feel anything, not even your fingers moving or your body shaking from the cold.

 "Ma'am please relax and we’ll take you straight to the hospital and get a proper scan on how you’re coping with this all.” The doctor announced, you gave him a small nod before Morgan placed you down on the stretcher they had pulled out for you. 

 "Reid I think you should go to the hospital with (Y/N). We’ll meet you guys there and there’s no way we’re leaving New York until (Y/N) is able to walk.“ Hotch instructed the team before they all walked into their cars, trying to ignore the cage of rats and the dead body on the floor beside it.

 "Hey (Y/N). I need you to stay awake okay?” Reid said, holding onto your hand as the medics closed the doors of the ambulance and started driving you to the closest hospital.

 "Reid?“ You whispered, your eyes closed but your body still awake. "Can you please read something to me? Or talk to me about statistics, perform a magic trick. Anything. Just let me know that it’s actually you and that you’re here with me and I’m as far away from that monster as possible.” You begged before you saw Reid smile out of the corner of your eye. 

 "What should I talk about?“ He asked, moving forward slightly. You smiled and turned to face him, your tired eyes open. 

 "Anything.” It felt like you were home again, the fact that Reid was actually beside you and that your team was willing to find you meant everything. This team was your family and you were never going to turn away from them, no matter how hard the job gets. You knew you had them by your side just like they have you.