morgan pass

Look. No one knows Bellamy more than Bob and already TWICE he’s improvised a hug with Raven; which btw, happened to be important scenes to the story.. one being Finn’s death + Raven’s heartbreak and the other being Raven’s rescue + the fate of the remaining 8. All I’m saying is that Bob felt that Bellamy would hold Raven to let her know he’s there with her because he cares, because Bob knows that Bellamy Blake is in love with Raven Reyes

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this started off as a joke, but the more i worked on it, the more emotional i got. anyways, i’ve been meaning to do something this this quote from evangelion (all jokes aside, this is one of my favourite quotes from it) and the kids for a while now, but it was only when i finished the future past dlcs that i had the inspiration to do something like this. i like to think that they all find morgan passed out in a field, and then everyone is alive and happy.

in other news, i’ve opened up commissions again. please check them out if you’re interested!

Sick Day

For gingie4life who requested 44 with Hotch “You fainted.”

“You’re lookin’ kinda pale there, (Y/N).” Morgan commented, passing your desk on his way to get himself another mug of coffee.

“Did you know Gray skin can appear for a number of reasons. One could be that oxygen isn’t getting to your blood—a possible sign of emphysema. It could also signal an impending heart attack. Other things it could point to include pulmonary tuberculosis, pneumonia, and some cancers. A lesser-known reason for gray skin can be peritonitis—an inflammation of a thin layer of tissue inside the abdomen, which is caused by bacteria or fungus.” Reid explained to you quickly, gesturing his hands.

“Thank you, Spencer.” You rolled your eyes, giving him a weak smile, “But I don’t think I have emphysema or peritonitis. But I’ll see if I can make myself a doctor’s appointment after work.” Reid nodded his head and went back the work on his desk.

The rest of the day you felt like utter crap. Your eyes hurt from trying to focus on the documents in front of you, so you were starting to get a pounding headache. You were tired and sore and and everything kinda ached. Your hands were shaky, and you felt incredibly warm. All in all it was a bad day and you completely ignored making a doctor’s appointment, just wanting to get home and sleep.

You were staring out into space, head resting on your hand as you zoned in and out. You jumped slightly when someone placed a bottle of water in front of you. Your eyes glanced up slightly and you gave a weak smile.

“Thanks,” Hotch smiled back, crossing his arms over his chest.

“You’re not looking so good. Morgan said you’ve been sick all morning, you could have gone home.” You made a face at him, rolling your eyes.

“I’m fine, I wanted to get work done so I didn’t have to do this at home..”

“Did you get any work done?” He asked, smirking down at your desk and you chuckled slightly.

“Not really.” You admitted and Hotch nodded, going to stand behind you, putting a hand on your shoulder, squeezing.

“Why don’t you get home? Leave the work here, I’ve got it.” He assured and you let out a groan.

“Hotch, no you have plenty of your own paperwork.”

“No arguing, you look about ready to keel over. Go home, drink some water and get some rest.” You grumbled but nodded, standing up and pushing your chair in. The sudden standing had a wave of dizziness washing over you. Your head swum and you vision went black. The next thing you knew you were staring up at the ceiling of the BAU, someone’s jacket under your head. You groaned, and lifted a hand to your face, closing your eyes tight.

“What happened?”

“You fainted.” It was Hotch’s voice just above you, to your left. You opened your eyes and glanced at him, then at the other members of your team who were hovering close but giving you room to wake up. “I’m taking you to the hospital.”

“Hotch, no! I don’t need to go to the hospital, it was probably just low blood sugar or something, I started a new medication and-”

“And were going to the doctor regardless.” He cut you off, helping you sit up, and you noticed the thing that acted as your pillow had been his suit jacket, and you blushed slightly. Well this was embarrassing.

“Alright, you win.”

Stuck // Spencer Reid x Reader

Prompt: You and Spencer get stuck in an elevator on your way home

Warnings: Smut

“I’m so ready to go home and just relax,” you said as Spencer closed the elevator door. You’d just returned from a particularly demanding case and both of you were pretty exhausted.

“Same here. Do you wanna come over and watch some movies to wind down?” He asked as you leaned against the back wall. You and Spencer had a tradition of watching movies after cases in order to get your mind off of the horrible things that you’d spent the previous days working with.

“Depends. Will there be pizza?” you asked with an amused grin.

“There will definitely be pizza,” he laughed.

“Then yes, I would love to spend the rest of my evening with you Dr. Reid,” you replied with a smile. He grinned at your response and you felt your heart flutter in your chest at the sight. Spencer felt his own heart beat slightly faster at your smile. He had fallen in love with you, an easy thing to do when someone so lovely gave him the time of day. You had always been eager to spend your days with him despite you not knowing half of the movies or museums he dragged you to. You’d always been very accepting of his quirks and the excitement in your eyes whenever he decided to show you a magic trick only served in making him fall harder.

“Spencer, oh my god,” you shrieked as the elevator abruptly stopped with a loud bang causing you to collide sideways into the wall. He frowned as he looked at the floor number. There was no number, only red lines indicating it had stopped in between floors.

“It’s okay, Y/N. I’m sure it’ll start again,” he comforted as he tried to maintain his cool. You shook your head already feeling claustrophobic at the thought of being stuck inside of four walls.

“No, Spence. I can’t-”

There was another loud bang as the elevator dropped slightly. You clung onto his arm desperately as a shrill cry emitted from your throat. He gulped as the light in the elevator went out replaced by the red emergency light.

“Okay. Not good,” he muttered as he took his phone out of his pocket. You watched as he tried to make a call only for it to drop immediately. “There’s no service in here.”

“Great,” you muttered as you frowned at the door.

“Holding on a little tight there Y/N,” he commented with a chuckle as you immediately released your grip on his arm. You blushed furiously, grateful for the red light that hid the rising heat in your cheeks.

“Sorry,” you apologized as you let go. He grinned and told you not to worry about it. You furiously hit the red alarm button, sending the loud noise throughout the building.

“I’m sure they’ll get it fixed soon,” Spencer attempted to comfort as you sank down against the wall. You groaned as you pulled your skirt down, your face defeated. He sat down across from you and gave your hand a comforting squeeze.

“I guess dying with you isn’t the worst way to go,” you said with a small smile as you looked at your best friend. He grinned at your words.

“That’s the spirit,” he chuckled. He couldn’t help but notice the way your eyes sparkled at his laughter, something he was sure his mirrored whenever he heard your own. “If we’re going to die here, I think it’s time that I-”

The elevator moved again as you let out a loud shriek. You threw yourself into Spencer’s arms in fear and he instinctively wrapped his arms around you protectively.

“I love you,” you breathed as you looked at his sculptured face, the fear of dying drawing out your confession. “I’ve been in love with you for a while now.”

Spencer gaped at you as he processed what you had just said. You looked away, embarrassed at having confessed your feelings when he obviously felt nothing more than friendship for you. He gently pulled your face towards his as he placed his lips against yours in a tender kiss.

“I love you too,” he replied with a smile. “And I would have told you first if this elevator hadn’t moved. But hey, it got you into my arms.”

You laughed at his cheekiness but pulled him into you again for a kiss. He pulled you in closer, abruptly standing and pushing you against the wall as he kissed you passionately. Your eyes widened in surprise at his sudden sexual prowess before you let yourself fall into the kiss, reciprocating his movements with equal passion. The red light that covered you only served to make the scene feel even more unreal as your hands knotted into his hair. His hands trailed down, softly caressing the soft flesh of your thighs before pressing his hand against your warm center.

“Spencer,” you breathed as you bit back a moan. “Spence, we’re in an elevator.” He chucked as he lifted you, wrapping your legs around his waist as you leaned against the wall.

“I know. And right now it’s not working which means neither are the cameras,” he breathed as he gently rubbed against the fabric of your underwear, feeling the wetness begin to seep through. You moaned against his neck as your own hands worked to quickly undo his belt.

“We better hurry then before they decide to fix it,” you replied as you pushed his pants down just enough to release his erection from its constraints. He moaned as your hands moved in an upward motion, the friction of your skin against his causing him to grow harder. He tore your underwear off of you as he eagerly pressed himself against you. You both moaned at the contact, each of your bodies begging for the other. He slowly pushed himself into you as his face contorted with pleasure. His eyes drooped slightly as his lips parted with a quiet moan. Your back arched in an attempt to feel him deeper, the action causing Spencer to moan louder. You held your arms around his neck as he began to thrust into you at an even pace.

You could see the sweat trickling down his forehead as he kept his face contorted in a look of concentration, only stopping to smile when you kissed him. He opened his eyes to stare at you as his thrusts began to become faster and more erratic. You could feel your insides begin to tighten as a wave of pleasure overcame you. Your body shook as you rode out your orgasm. Spencer felt himself reach his end as he watched your body shake at his touch, the look of pleasure on your face enough to throw him over the edge. He grunted as he released into you with a few final thrusts. Both of your breathing was ragged as he leaned against you, pushing you into the wall as he collected his strength. You both let out a small moan as he pulled himself out of you and quickly buttoned his pants again. You laughed as he threw your underwear towards you and you tried to make yourself look presentable again.

The elevator light turned on again just as you two tried to straighten each other out. His hands were patting your hair down as yours worked to fix his tie. You felt the elevator stop and the door opened, revealing Morgan as he was passing by. He stopped to do a double take at the sight of you.

“Wait, were you two just-” he began with a mischievous smile.

“Bye!” You quickly said as you pushed the elevator door closed in an attempt to escape the interrogation that was about to begin.

“No! Wait-” Morgan called out as he made a run for the door but didn’t make it in time. You giggled as the elevator descended.

“We’re gonna get hell when we come back tomorrow,” Spencer laughed as he threw an arm around you. You nodded in agreement.

“We sure are.”

Alex Morgan has been enjoying a run of form over the past few months. For her club, the Orlando Pride, she has scored nine goals in 11 games since returning midseason from her stint abroad with Olympique Lyon.

On Friday night Morgan looked strong again despite not showing up on the scoresheet until late in the contest. Morgan’s strength in the air, as well as her holdup play, are both underappreciated and she excelled against New Zealand in linking the American attack early on.
Morgan did finally get her reward late in the game with a superb finish to seal the result for the U.S. In the 79th minute, American debutant Sofia Huerta delivered an excellent crossfield pass to Morgan, who settled it, beat her defender with a quick move, and fired home.

Over the past year, Ellis has tinkered with a wide variety of options up top, but Morgan’s performance on Friday seemed to confirm that an in-form Morgan is still the best option in the forward position.

John D. Halloran

No Answer

A/N: An anon request for a fic with the season 4-7 team where an unsub is stalking the team, so he knows about Spencer’s relationship with the reader, which they’ve kept secret. @coveofmemories @sexualemobitch @jamiemelyn 

                                                            —-

For the last week and a half, the unsub had been sending live video feeds straight into the BAU as he tortured his victims. He kept them for no longer than a couple days and during that time, they experienced unimaginable pain. The other thing? They were all connected to one of the members of the BAU in some way. Former victims, a family friend of JJ’s, liaisons. Every victim was connected to a member of the BAU for maximum psychological torture. This was about the team, not the actual victims.

The team was close, with Garcia getting closer and closer to tracking his location with each video. She had to narrow down proxies every time, and this guy was good, going through dozens, if not hundreds of proxies every time he sent out a feed.

As they searched and scoured through the files they had thus far, comparing notes with the profile, another video came up on the screen. The mask they’d come to know popped up. It was like a bad horror movie. “I’ve got another victim,” the distorted voice claimed, stepping out of the frame and revealing a young woman in her lingerie, strung up by chains and bleeding from small cuts on her arms and legs. 

No one could recognize her. She had a blindfold over her eyes. But the second Spencer walked back into the round table room with his cup of coffee, it dropped out of his hand and to the floor. “No!” In an instant, the tears welled up in his eyes, unable to peel his gaze away from the screen. This couldn’t be happening. How did he even know? No one knew…

“Who is she?” Hotch asked. Unfortunately, by the look on Reid’s face, he was pretty sure he already knew the answer. 

“She’s…she’s my girlfriend,” he said through shaky breaths. “We’ve been dating for eight months…Hotch, we have to find her. I c-can’t lose her. I can’t.” He felt his breath catch in his throat as he began to hyperventilate. His lungs were on fire. He’d just seen her this morning. Less than three hours ago, he’d kissed her goodbye and told her to have a good day at work.

Everyone gathered around him, trying to make sense of the fact that he even had someone who he was hiding from the team, no less that she was now in danger. “We’ll find her, kid,” Morgan said confidently. “I promise.” It was a good thing Reid wasn’t looking at him, because his eyes were fixed in horror on the screen. Reid’s girlfriend was dangling from chains and doing her best to remain calm. 

“Do you want to hear her voice?” the man asked, walking up to Y/N’s side and grazing it slightly with the tip of his knife. “Say hello to your boyfriend, love.” Spencer watched, the anger curling his hands into fists, as this man caressed his girlfriend’s cheek and ran his hand running through her hair. “Say hello.” 

His voice was more insistent this time and she gasped against the cool metal. “Spencer don’t come here!” she screamed. “He just wants to fuck with you all, don’t give him what he wants.” Just before he cut the feed, Spencer watched Y/N wince, the tip of the knife cutting into her side. Her muscles spasmed as she tried to pull away, but the chains kept her from going to far. And then he couldn’t see either of them anymore.

Immediately, Spencer spun around in anger, picking up a container of pens from off the table and hurling them toward the window. “When I get my hands on him-”

“We’ll do whatever the circumstances dictate,” Hotch finished.

But Spencer wasn’t having it. “You better hope you get to him first, Hotch.”

Garcia had seen everything from her place in the office, so apparently, he not only knew how to gain access to the Bureau, he knew that Garcia wasn’t with them at the time. “How is she connected?” she asked, before glancing at Reid. 

“My girlfriend.” He didn’t even look up as Garcia scurried back to her lair to grab her laptop and bring it into the conference room. 

The moment she came back, she sat at the table and started her run down. “I have it narrowed down to this 10 square mile location, but the second I zero in past here, he’s going to notified and whoever he has…” She couldn’t finish the sentence. With Reid right behind her, she couldn’t say that the second she started narrowing the location down further, his girlfriend was probably dead. 

She said nothing. So far, they’d narrowed down the suspect pool to a white man in his 40s or 50s with money. With the amount of research that had been done on the members of the team, he had to have a lot of time on his hands, which presumably meant that he had money to take care of himself while he continued his crime spree. Due to the depravity of his crimes and the fact that having a live video feed was of the utmost importance, they also concluded that he likely had no personal connection to the team; the part of the crime that got him off was the psychological torture he inflicted on the team. “Do it, Garcia,” Hotch said. “We’re not giving him the chance to get away.”

Doing as she was told, Garcia typed away at the keyboard, narrowing down the location in a matter of about 30 seconds. “Sending it to your phones now.”

Without a word, Spencer turned around, grabbed his vest and ran down to the car as the rest of the team followed closely behind. 

                                                           —-

It had been approximately 5 hours since Y/N had been taken, and as they drove, Spencer couldn’t help but imagine the pain she’d gone through. Being taken by a killer himself, he knew the physical pain she’d endured, but psychological torture seemed to be this unsub’s MO, and he understood that all too well. “We go in first,” Morgan said, turning toward Reid and noting the fire in his eyes. “We’re gonna get her out of there.” 

The building was small, but isolated, which is why it hadn’t been found. There was a car outside, so at least, as far as they knew, he, and in turn, Y/N, were still here.

As they walked the musty halls of the building, Spencer heard a scream, hurrying passed Morgan and pushing the door open. “Back away!” he screamed, his throat raw with anger.

“Spence, don’t,” she whispered, grunting as the unsub let her chains down. She collapsed like a paper doll on the floor, exhausted and in pain. Without a thought for anything but his own anger, Spencer lunged toward the unsub, knocking the knife out of his hand. He reeled back over and over again, hitting him in the jaw and reveling in the way his bones crunched under his hands. 

A mass of screams filled his ears as he hit the man over and over again. “Kid, enough!” Morgan pulled him off, Reid’s strength taking him by surprise. “It’s over.”

The unsub was no longer moving, though he was still alive. JJ peeled his mask off, and as they’d figured, none of them had any idea who he was. Pulling away from Morgan, Spencer collapsed to the floor by his girlfriend’s side. “Baby, it’s me,” he breathed. “It’s okay. He can’t hurt you anymore.”

With every ounce of strength she had, she crawled into his lap, sobbing silently. “Who is he?” she asked. “Why did he do this?”

“I don’t know,” he said honestly. “That’s the problem with this job. Sometimes…you just don’t know.”

Cast announced for Simon Amstell's Benjamin

The cast is led by Merlin star Colin Morgan, Anna Chancellor from Four Weddings and A Funeral, and Call The Midwife’s Jessica Raine.

Benjamin is described as ‘a comedy about intimacy and despair… a tragicomic tale of dizzying introspection and a painful, constant struggle for validation’.

It revolves around a socially awkward and self-deprecating director and writer – who may bear some similarity to Amstell himself.  Morgan himself bears a passing resemblance to the comedian, who both wrote and directed Benjamin: