still need to file her down

Medicine (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

I’m so sorry for any stupid errors, its 2am and my brain is mush but I can’t sleep so I sHALL WRITE


Request; You are Bucky’s personal medicine, the only one that can calm him down. And HYDRA used you to keep him line. And she is small and fragile but when Bucky is taken to the Stark Tower he wants her so the team has to go get her from the HYRDA base. And she doesn’t talk much and gets scared and only trust Bucky and he is protective over her

Other characters featured; sam, steve, nat 


Y/N - Your name

Y/L/N - Your Last Name

Warnings; talks about torture, language 

Word count; 1449

Originally posted by rohgers

‘He won’t snap out of it, Rogers,’ Natasha explained, a sigh evident in her voice. ‘Usually he comes around after a day, but it’s been nearly a week and-’

‘- You need to give him time.’ Steve interrupted, staring at his best friend behind the glass.

 An ex-HYDRA agent had triggered his Winter Soldier mode on a recent mission and after much destruction and pain, they’d managed to get him into a Hulk-proof glass room. He kept coming in and out of the phase over the course of the week, sometimes Bucky and other times the Winter Soldier.

‘I wasn’t finished.’ The ginger assassin continued. ‘I was reading his files - Looking at what they used to calm him back at HYDRA.’

‘Don’t even go there. He can’t handle anymore drugs.’

‘It’s not a drug, Steve.’ Sam was now stood beside them, Bucky’s file in his hands. ‘It’s a person. Y/N Y/L/N.’

Their converation was abruptly stopped by a smashing of a metal fist against the glass - Bucky was stood in front of them, breathing heavily. He looked angry, but there was a glint of nostalgia in his eyes.

‘What did you just say?’ He spat.

‘Y/N,’ Steve said slowly. ‘You know them?’

‘Y/N,’ Bucky stepped away, muttering to himself. ‘For the first time in six days, he was calm, his words wild as he stared furiously at the floor.

‘There we go,’ Natasha grinned to herself. ‘We need Y/N.’

Bucky’s eyes snapped back up to hers at the mention of the name again.

‘We need Y/N.’ Steve nodded, repeating her words back to her. ‘But is she still there? Is she even still alive-’

‘Don’t you dare say that!’ Bucky yelled, smacking the glass again. ‘Stop talking about me like I’m not even here!’ He stopped, breathing heavily. ‘Of course she’s alive. She has to be.’

‘I’ll try, Buck. I promise.’

He grabbed Natasha and Sam by the elbows, yanking them into the office opposite to the holding room and out of earshot from Bucky. Sam was still reading the file while Natasha was peering over his shoulder.

‘She used to be good at calming him down,’ She explained. ‘HYDRA tried to separate them, they were too dependent on each other. After that, they got angry and both attempted to assassinate their guards until within each other’s presence again.’

‘That’s wild,’ Sam commented.

‘And it’s just what we need.’ Steve replied.

‘Are you suggesting we break into a HYDRA base?’ Natasha’s green eyes thinned, her ginger falling over her shoulder as she cocked her head to the side. ‘But which one?’

‘SHIELD traced the last base to somewhere on the outskirts of the city last week,’ He responded. ‘Their planning the raid to destroy, but if we can get in and out quickly and quietly without them noticing, Fury will be none the wiser.’

‘You are insane, Rogers.’ Sam huffed. ‘But I’m in.’

‘Me too.’ Natasha replied.

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Being stubborn and unreasonable is a good way to make your business fail with me...

(long story. tl;dr at the end)

So I own a few residential properties, I used to maintain them myself but I have a small business that needs my constant attention so I hired a property management company to maintain the properties. Property management companies handle everything, fix anything broken, screen the tenants before moving in, evict them if they don’t pay rent etc, while I just collect my rent money minus their little reasonable fee they take every month. When I chose this company, who I’ll call SPM for shitty property management company, they seemed to be a very good company. Local, been established for awhile, nice people, etc. I needed help marketing my properties and getting good tenants moved in, so I chose them.

While most of my properties we’re vacant at the time, I did have a few occupied, and 1 tenant living in my higher-end condo property and he was my favorite tenant, who we’ll call FT. I screened him and approved him myself before I hired SPM. He was a very good tenant and he rented from me for 3 years which is a long time and a great thing for landlords. Paid rent on time, made repairs himself without deducting rent, didn’t smoke etc. I ended up getting to know him because he wanted to buy the condo and he was a great tenant, so we became very good friends.

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On the Case Files

Pairing: Reid x Reader

Word Count: 1,591

Request: NO

Warnings: major smut

Summary: After a long week on a case, the team returns home, all tired and ready for a good seven hours of sleep, but Reid has a hard time keeping it in his pants, so he just decides to do the reader on top of her case files. Features really horny Spencer and public sex. You’re welcome

Originally posted by adriansarkisi

“Anyone up for dinner?” Emily asked as soon as everyone was back inside the bullpen that night.  The case had taken all week, and it was a relief to be back home.  

“Em, it’s already ten o’clock.  I’d love to, but I can barely keep my eyes open,” JJ replied, walking into her office to retrieve the rest of her belongings.

“Yeah, I’m going to have to second that.  But thanks for the offer,” Morgan said to her.

“Reid, how about you and y/n?” Emily asked across her desk.  

“I think we’ll pass,” Spencer replied.  He sat down at his desk and fired up his computer.  “I still have something I need to finish anyways.”

You looked over at Emily.  “Thanks, Em,” you told her.  She smiled and bid the rest of the team goodbye as Hotch and Rossi were both long gone.

“I’ll see you two tomorrow.  Make sure this kid gets a good night’s sleep,” Morgan said to you as he patted your boyfriend on his back.

“I will,” you replied with a smile.

Soon, JJ was out the door as well and it was just you and Spencer left in the bullpen.  You decided to sit down at your desk to go through some case files that JJ had given you to review as she couldn’t really decide which ones to present to the team.  You were always a big help to her with that.

It wasn’t long before you felt an arm slither around your neck, holding you tightly.  You smiled while continuing to look over the files.  But it was hard to focus when you could feel Spencer’s lips against your neck.

“Spence what are you doing?” you asked with a confused smile.

“I need you,” he whispered against your skin, the feeling of his hot breath giving you goosebumps.

“Spencer,” you warned him.  But his hand inched down to your chest, slightly cupping each breast.  “Spencer!” you yelled, swatting his hands away.  “There cameras in here.”

“So?” he asked, continuing his assault to your neck.  You sighed in pleasure as he nipped and sucked at the flesh below your ear.

“Spence, I’m serious.  If Garcia is still here, she’ll see us,” you told him, but you weren’t making a move to stop him.

“She’s gone, and I can delete the footage,” he promised as he grabbed your chair and swung it around so you were facing him.  In no less than two seconds, he hauled you out of your chair and onto your desk, on top of the case files you still needed to go through completely.  “I need you right now,” he admitted, attacking your lips with his.

He was hardly ever as horny as he was right now, and you had to admit that it was really turning you on.  And the thought of him taking you in the middle of the bullpen made it so much hotter.

His tongue was greedily exploring your mouth, and although you wanted to push him away, his savory taste, as addicting as it was, made you wrap your arms around him and pull him closer.  Your legs tightened their grip around his waist, and you instantly felt his excitement protruding from his pants.  You moved hips forward to meet his, gaining you a pleasure moan from your boyfriend.

His hands were greedy as they roamed every inch of your body until he eventually had one arm wrapped completely around your back to hold you as close to him as possible, and the other was at your core, rubbing roughly against the fabric of your pants.  You moaned against his mouth in response to his eager hand.

“Fuck,” he whispered into your open mouth.  “You’re soaking through your pants.”

Who knew sex in a public place could do that to you?

You moved your hands to undo his fly just as he began to undo yours.  About a minute ago, you wanted to shove Spencer away, but now you were too incredibly turned on to stop, and you knew you wanted him just about as much as he wanted you.

You could hear the case files beneath you crinkle and you knew JJ was going to wonder how the hell they got so messed up, but you didn’t care in that moment.

Spencer finally had your pants off, leaving you in your underwear.  You were still trying to shove his off, but it became harder to do anything when his hand was suddenly inside your panties, gathering your juices onto his fingers.  He stopped kissing your and leaned back, taking his hand from your panties and putting your arousal against your lips, prompting you to suck the taste of yourself off his fingers.  His mouth was opened slightly in awe of what he was watching and you instinctively pulled your legs closer to you, causing his erection to press against your core yet again.

You moaned at the taste of yourself and looked him right in the eyes, slowing beginning to rub yourself on him, making his arousal grow with every small thrust.

His eyes were hungry as they watched you slurp up the last of your slickness.

You were both panting by this point.  There was nothing sexier in the world to you than what was currently happening in the BAU bullpen.

“Do you wanna taste?” you asked him in a low voice.  His eyes lit up at your invitation and to answer your question, he knelt down to face your center, wasting no time to remove your panties and lick clean up your lips, making you moan some more.  

He usually took his time when it came to sex, foreplay was his favorite thing about the bedroom.  Teasing you was his forte, but right now, all he wanted - all he needed - was you and he felt he had no time at all.

You placed each of your legs onto his shoulders to give him a better angle.  His tongue was circling around your clit while his fingers entered you without warning.  His movements were rough as he retracted his fingers and shoved them back inside of you, repeating the process over and over again.  Your moans got louder and louder as you approached your climax, and it took over you with one final thrust of his fingers, hitting you in just the right spot.  You held onto the table underneath you to keep yourself from falling backwards, but that didn’t matter because no later than you came did Spencer remove his fingers from your core and stand up, fully discarding his pants and releasing his erect member from his boxers.

“I love you,” he said in a rush as he connected his mouth to yours once more before thrusting into you without so much as a warning.  You yelped in surprise and pleasure as he kept his movements rough and quick.  The only sounds in the room were those of your loud moans and skin against skin.  You didn’t want to think about how messy the files under you were, so you started to thrust along with Spencer, meeting the rhythm of his hips, a large slap each time your cores met together again.

The cameras were surely picking up every moment of your scandalous activities, and it only made you feel more excited with every breath that became shorter and harder to take.  

It didn’t take long for Spencer to climax, releasing himself inside of you with every thrust.  His moans against your mouth were enough to send you over the edge once more, releasing for a second time within the matter of minutes.

Riding out your highs together, you kissed each other, open mouthed and messy.  

You finally reopened your eyes to look up at your boyfriend.  His hair was a mess, sticking to his sweaty forehead.  You couldn’t imagine what you looked like.

“Couldn’t wait, could you?” you asked him with a sleepy smile.  He chuckled in response and removed himself from you, pulling his boxers back up to his hips.  You sat for a moment on the case files, bare from your waist down, wondering what you were going to say when JJ saw them.

“I’ll reprint those for you,” Spencer said as if reading your mind.

You looked up to the ceiling and winced as you pointed to the camera that was fixated right on your desk, signalling that it captured every moment.  Spencer looked up to see what you were pointing at and although his face grew red with realization, he smirked and disappeared through Penelope’s door to delete the footage of you two fucking on your desk and a pile of file folders.

While he was gone, you put your clothes back on and mentally cursed at yourself seeing the damp files.  They were covered in your climax, and although the thought of it was arousing, the sight was slightly disgusting.  You laughed slightly as you picked up each ruined folder and disposed of them into the trash just as Spencer returned from Garcia’s lair.

His smile was all too mischievous as he grabbed his things.  You narrowed your eyes at him.

“What are you smiling about?” you asked, gathering your own things.

He said nothing but simply held up a flash drive.  You rolled your eyes with a smile and reached for it, slipping it into your purse.  No way were you going to let him hold onto that.

“I love you, too,” you said as you walked hand in hand out of the bullpen.

Intelligence Isn't Everything

Reid x reader

“Y/N! Wait up…..”

Y/N slowed her pace slightly but not much, allowing her colleague to catch up.

“Christ, for someone in heels you can sure walk fast,” Spencer commented, falling in step besides her as they made their way back to the BAU headquarters.

“Yes, well. I’m cold and I want to get back to the others,” her long hair caught on the breeze and she pulled her jacket tighter.

“Well we’d still be with the others if you’d accepted that I was right about the case.”

Never. Not when Y/N knew she was right. And on this occasion, she definitely was. But Spencer kept pushing it, insisting she was wrong about a small detail from a case that they’d covered four months ago. She should have let it slide but she couldn’t. She was fed up of him always being the golden boy, the genius. She was just as smart, her IQ only being a few points lower than his. Yet the team had all sided with Reid, everyone except Garcia who had backed her up.
And so what was meant to be a fun night out after work, with drinks and dancing, had turned into a full on debate between Y/N and Reid, and now the two were heading back to work to find out which one of them was correct.

Some would have called the pair of them stubborn mules. And she could bet that the team were laughing at their inability to drop the discussion and to agree to disagree until the next day. Still, they’d be back there soon enough, and she couldn’t wait to gloat. She was certain on this one.

They entered the building and Y/N headed straight for the elevator, frowning when she saw her tall, messy haired colleague heading for the stairs that led to the basement. She whistled to get his attention.
“Oi. So called genius. Where are you going?”

“Down to the records room,” he replied as if it was obvious.

“But it’ll be quicker to check on the computers?”

“Quicker yes. But Penelope was backing you up and I know she can remote access the servers. I’m not having her logging in and changing this just so you can feign victory.”

“Oh my God. You have that low an opinion of me that you’d think I’d get her to do that?”

Reid shrugged, “I just want absolute proof that I’m right here, so there can be no question.”

“Fine,” Y/N crossed the room to the basement door and followed him down the stairs and into the basement, muttering obscenities under her breath.

They reached the records room and flicked the lights on, shutting the door behind them and surveying the rows and rows of filing cabinets and storage boxes in front of them. Y/N spied an empty desk pushed against a wall and went and hopped up on it, settling herself back to wait.

“Are you not going to help me find the file?” Spencer asked.

She shook her head. “Nope,” she popped the ‘p’ loudly. “File I want is upstairs on a computer, easily accessible. You wanted to come down here, you find it.”

She watched him roll his eyes and mutter something under his breath which sound very much like “Ane.“

“Did you just call me an ass…. In school boy French?” Y/N was shocked, Spencer rarely insulted his team mates. And using french was just yet another way of him trying to show his intelligence off to her.

He stood staring at the files, trying to work out logically, where the one he wanted would be. Deciding, he opened a cabinet and started sifting through.


“Oh grow up, Spencer.”

“Oh cos I’m the one being a child here?”

“Yes! Because I certainly aren’t. You couldn’t let this drop, you kept insisting and insisting that I was wrong. You belittle me all the fucking time, Reid. And quite frankly, it pisses me off. You’re not the only intelligent person here. You talk down to the others too, but they all think that the sun shines out of your ass crack for some fucking reason.”

He sniggered and kept searching through the folders.

“It’s not funny, Spencer. Do you know how many times I’ve been tempted to put my transfer papers in because you make me feel so small and pointless? I was hired for a reason, because I’m good at my job. Because I came top of my class in cal-tech, the second highest graduating marks in the history of that class. Second to yours of course. I should have realised that that was how my career would go as well. Always second best to the boy wonder.”

“Hey, it’s not my fault the others consult my opinion first,” he discarded a pile of files onto the floor, searching further.

“No, but you could shut your mouth and stopped interrupting me when I actually start speaking first. Nine times out of ten, you jump in with exactly what I was going to say. And everyone then thinks that it was your fucking breakthrough. Why can’t you just let me have it for once?”

“Because you have everything else… And my intelligence is ALL I have!” he sounded exasperated, as if it were obvious.

“Excuse me?” Y/N stared at him confused. “I have everything else? How exactly? What do I have that you don’t?”

“Erm, A social life outside of the BAU. Parents that are still together. I bet you weren’t bullied and teased all the way through high school either, you had to have been one of the popular girls with how good looking you are.”

“So you hate me because I have friends any family? And because you think I’m attractive?” Y/N was shaking her head know. “Spencer that’s the stupidest thing I’ve heard.”

“It might be to you, but it’s not too me. My intelligence is all I have.”

“Sure sure… Cos you’re definitely not 6ft 1 with a sexy combination of hair, eyes and bone structure that most people would kill for.”

“I’m not.”

“You’re so blind sometimes Reid, it’s ridiculous. I literally don’t think I can work around you anymore. I’m gonna ask for a transfer on Monday.”

She started to walk towards the door, intending on leaving. She no longer cared about who was right or wrong here she just wanted to out.

“Wait!” Spencer sounded stricken and Y/N stopped and turned.

“I’m sorry. You’re right. I don’t want you to leave the team. You are…. You’re good at your job. And maybe…. Alright maybe I AM a bit too pushy and forward with my opinions sometimes. Just… I can’t help it. But I’ll try okay.”

Wow. An apology. He looked at her, his dark brown eyes blazing. Well… He’d apologised. That was a first.

“You’ll get over the ‘hating me cos I’m beautiful’ thing?” Y/N made air quotation marks with her fingers.

“I’ll try… ”

“Fine. Let’s just go. I need a drink.”

“But I found the file? Don’t you wanna know who was right?” he waved the manila folder at Y/N and she considered her options, deciding that yes, she did still want to know. She nodded and he opened the file, quickly scanning to the information they were both craving.

That was one thing he could do which she couldn’t. Speed read. And it annoyed the hell out of her.

“Well?” She placed her hands on her hips, watching as his eyes flickered to hers and then down to the paper. Looking back up at her, he fixed a grin on his face and announced.

“I’m right!” Spencer closed the file and went to slide it back into place.

“Really? I was so…. sure?” Y/N felt confusion and then idiocy. She’d argued this point for two hours. And she was wrong? Bringing her eyes to his face, she studied his face, detecting a small flicker.

“Lemme see,” she held out her hand.

“No. You don’t need to, I’ve checked and told you. I’m right.”

Y/N lunged for the folder, now certain that he was lying to her. Ripping it out of his hands, she quickly flicked through it, finding the information she needed.

“You absolute shit, Spencer Reid. Even after apologising to me, you still can’t admit when you’re wrong.”

She closed the folder, breathing deeply to calm herself down and slotting the folder back into its place, seeing her colleague now red faced. He’d been caught and he didn’t know what to say.


Remembering his schoolboy French from earlier, Y/N decided to try some of her own.
“Vouz avez plein de merde,“ she told him, shaking her head.
“Vas te faire encule,” he shot back, immediately looking ashamed at what he said.

Y/N arched her eyebrows and laughed, “You fucking wish, Spencer Reid. You fucking wish.”

His eyes grew wide at her comment, and he licked his lip. She laughed again and went to walk away but felt him grab her arm and pull her back, his eyes suddenly intense.

“I do, actually. That’s part of the problem.”
Y/N’s jaw dropped, quickly replaying the conversation in her head and making sure she’d heard what she had. Spencer’s breathing was slightly ragged and she felt very warm all of a sudden.

The English of what he’d said to her would be ‘Fuck You’.

Before she even knew what she what she was doing, Y/N had pressed herself against her colleague, gripping his perpetually crooked tie and tugging his face down to hers, kissing him.

Her senses seemed to explode with wanting as their lips moved against each other, their arms quickly moving to each others torsos and running over the other persons body.

Fuck. This was such a cliché, the ‘I hate you but I actually just really wanna fuck you senseless’ but it definitely explained a few things. And she was going with it.

Spencer’s mouth pressed harder against hers, sucking her bottom lip in between hers as his hands slipped underneath her jacket, quickly tugging her shirt loose from her skirt and pushing his hands underneath the soft material of her work shirt. Y/N’s lips parted in a moan as his warm fingers danced over the skin of her lower back. Taking advantage of her opened mouth, Spencer used that as an opportunity to deepen the kiss, gently searching for her tongue with his.

‘Who the fuck knew the boy wonder could kiss like this’ Y/N thought to herself as she caressed the back of his neck with one hand, the other sliding down his back and over his ass, feeling the firm muscle of it. He let out his own groan as she cupped his butt and simultaneously hit a sensitive area on his neck.

Ugh.. That sound.

His voice may irritate her when he constantly tried to correct her, but my god he had a sexy groan. Low and guttural, raw passion.

She felt herself being walked backwards, feeling the ridge of the desk she’d been sat on earlier hitting against her thighs. Spencer pressed his body against Y/N’s, her almost gasping as she felt how hard he was, nudging against her.

Oh fuck.

Feeling THAT sparked a burning passion deep inside of her, more ferocious than it already was. Her hands went to his shirt, tugging at it, her nift fingers undoing his buttons quickly. Spencer mirrored her actions, although he wasn’t as graceful and nearly pulled a button off as he hurried to undo her shirt. The buttons undone, he pulled the two sides of the fabric apart, splaying his hands on her tummy and breaking the kiss to gaze down at her chest.

Y/N was breathing heavily, her breasts jiggling slightly in her bra with each deep breath she took.

“Fuuuuck… ” he groaned out, licking his lips hungrily. Spencer’s hands ran down over her butt, pulling up the fabric of her skirt and exposing her black panties and hose. She kicked off her heels as his fingers searched for the edge of the panty hose, tugging them and the underwear down her legs and off onto the floor, before he bent his knees and lifted her onto the desk.

She spread her legs and wrapped them around his waist, using them to pull him to her. They both reached for his buckle at the same time, their hands knocking against each other as they worked it loose. The buckle undone, Y/N leant back slightly, watching as Spencer quickly unzipped his pants. She bit her lip, feeling heat pooling between her thighs.

His pants undone, Spencer pressed himself to her again, grinding lightly against her centre. She needed him inside and she needed him now. Long drawn out foreplay was not going to cut it here. She used her hands to push his trousers and briefs down and off his, watching his erection spring free.

“Do we need anything… ” came his whisper, the first words they’d said to each other.

“No,” Y/N shook her head, her words a rasp in her throat. That was all the encouragement he needed and his positioned himself quickly, pushing inside her slit.

They both gasped as they adjusted to each other, and then Spencer began to move against her, the desk knocking against the wall behind them with each thrust. Y/N locked her legs around his waist tightly, squeezing him as he gripped the table with one hand, the other wrapped around her waist, holding her close to him.

“Jesus fuck… ” she gasped as his long fingers dug into her hip, his head lowering to her neck to lick and nip at the skin there as he thrust into her hard and fast.

She could feel pleasure building as the records room as was filled with the sounds of their grunting, the banging of the desk against the wall like a pendulum. Her hand slipped between them, rubbing herself where he wasn’t, the two sensations together making her almost dizzy.

It didn’t take long for them both to finish, surprisingly within seconds of each other. Y/N’s shudders obviously spurring him on,
Spencer thrust hard and deep before letting out his own loud groan and releasing himself.

His movements came to a slow as Y/N unhooked her legs from his waist, shakily lowering them and wincing as she felt his come start to trickle out of her and onto the desk.

He pulled away completely and hurriedly stuffed himself back into his underwear, pulling his pants back up and collecting Y/N’s hose and panties from the floor. He handed them to her, not quite meeting her eyes.
She separated the two garments, pulling the panties on and then balling up the hose to wipe the residue from between her legs and off the desk as she hopped down and redressed herself quickly. Slipping into her heels and smoothing her hair, she cleared her throat.

“So…. Erm. That was interesting.”

“Yep. Very…. ” Spencer sounded lightly strained, as if he didn’t know what to say or do. This was new territory for the both of them, randomly hooking up with a colleague.

“Guess we don’t hate each other as much as we thought?”

“I never hated you, Y/N… But erm.. Yeah. I never expected that to happen when we came down here tonight.”

“Me neither…But erm.. That was fun. Thanks…?” Y/N cringed at how awkward she sounded.

“Yes…erm thanks.”

The pair hurriedly put the room back to how they’d found it before heading back up and outside, flagging down two separate cabs to take them their own separate ways.
Y/N texted Garcia quickly to say that she’d suddenly got a headache from her clash with Spencer and had gone home. She imagined he was sending a similar message to Morgan.

… Monday at work….

“Agent Y/L/N, Dr Reid. Can I see you both for a moment?” Hotch leaned out of his office, calling out into the bull pen.

Y/N’s head shot up from the file she’d had her head buried in since Spencer had arrived. They made eye contact, both blushing before they made their ways into Agent Hotchner’s office.

“Close the door and sit down,” he told them.
Spencer closed the door quickly, alarm on his face as he joined Y/N in the two seats opposite their boss.

Aaron took out a silver disc and placed it on the table. “Do you know what this is?”

Y/N could guess, and as she glanced at Reid, the look on his face told her he’d guessed too.

“So I guess you two managed to work all of your differences out then? In the records room, of all places.”

“How much of it did you see Sir?” Y/N asked quietly.

“Enough to verify that it was you two. I didn’t need to see any more. This is the only copy and I’m going to hand this to you on the understanding that if either of you are caught doing that on these premises again, with each other or anyone else, there will be severe consequences. Do you both understand?” his voice was assertive and his face was stern.

Y/N took the disc and nodded, “Yes Sir.”

Spencer parroted her words.

“Do NOT let this affect your work either, okay.”

They both nodded.

“You’re free to go.”

That was it? That seemed a little….. Lax.
Y/N stood and was almost about to leave when a thought occurred.

“Who gave you this, Sir?”

Hotch’s mouth twitched slightly.

“Michael, the security guard. And it’s not the first or the last one he’ll ever hand over either. That poor man has seen a lot. Trust me. Now go. You both have work to be getting on with. And if you need anything fetching from that room, for God’s sake, send an intern to fetch it.”

Spencer left first, waiting outside for Y/N.

“Erm… What are you going to do with that disc?” he asked her.

“Take it home.. Destroy it.”

“You’re not going to watch it?”

“I wasn’t…. Wait… Do you think we should?”

Spencer shrugged and she had an idea.

“My place. 8pm. Practice your French and don’t be late, okay.” She told him and he nodded, getting ready to walk off.

“Hey Spence…” She called after him, watching him turn to her.

“Do you think Garcia and Morgan have one of these?” She cracked a joke, lightening the atmosphere between them.

“Almost definitely. And I bet Rossi’s had a fair few as well,” he retorted, smiling.

“I bet Rossi is the sole reason there’s cameras in there. I can’t believe we forgot about them.”

Right Under Their Noses

A/N: An anon request where the reader is really innocent, or she seems to be. She’s an intern for the BAU and does all these things that drive Reid crazy. One day he loses it, one thing leads to another, and some stuff happens at work ;) @coveofmemories @sexualemobitch @jamiemelyn


It had been three months since Y/N had started at the Bureau as an intern and it was safe to say he was losing his goddamn mind. If she wears that pencil skirt again I’m going to explode. When he looked up, sure enough, there she was, walking out from the elevator in that black pencil skirt that hugged her curves to perfection, accompanied by a purple silk blouse that flowed loosely around her and a delicate silver necklace that ended just above her breasts. She has to know where that draws the eye? Right? 

As she headed toward his desk, he put his head in his hands, hoping to wipe the image of Y/N pinned up against the wall and his lips against her neck out of his mind. But no such luck. “Hey, Spencer,” she greeted. She bit her lip just slightly before she smiled; he’d noticed that she did it with him and with Emily, but no one else. “How are you this morning?”

Besides imagining your legs around my waist and your lips on mine, I’m swell Y/N. But that obviously couldn’t come out of his mouth, so instead he composed himself and decided on something less forward. “I’m okay. A little wired this morning. Probably too much caffeine. But otherwise okay.”

“That’s good,” she said softly, stifling a yawn as she turned toward the coffee maker. “I’m the opposite. I haven’t had any caffeine this morning. After I get a cup for myself is there anything I can help with?”

Y/N was low on the totem pole, even when it came to interns. She was a top-notch cyber hacker, just like Garcia, but she still needed fine-tuning to do what Garcia did, so she was here to work with her, and when Garcia had nothing for her to do, or there was no case, she was supposed to help any other member of the BAU with whatever they needed. A lot of times that meant grabbing coffee, fetching papers, and digging up files from the cabinets downstairs. “Well, if you wouldn’t mind grabbing me another cup of coffee while you’re over there I would appreciate it, and I do need some files from downstairs.”

“No problem.” Spinning on her heels, she headed back to the coffee machine before turning around once more. “You take coffee with your sugar, right?”

“Yea. Bad habit.” When she giggled, everything about her shined even brighter than before. Her soft curls bounced with each laugh. The laugh lines around her eyes crinkled - some might be put off by lines, but to him, they just proved how care free and light-hearted she was, which only made him like her more. Heart-shaped lips opened up into a giant grin. Basically, she smiled with her whole body.

As she finally went to grab coffee, he watched as she hurriedly grabbed cups, placing them where they needed to be before pressing the needed buttons on the machine. In her haste, a piece of her hair fell in front of her face. He watched as she blew a puff of air upward to move the piece of hair, and he couldn’t help but laugh as she repeated the motion over and over again; nothing was working. You must stop doing that. It was embarrassing how badly he had it for her. It was the simple things he did that drove him crazy. When she was running around like a chicken with its head cut off, trying to get everything for everyone (and succeeding), she’d place her phone in her bra, so he’d be tortured every time she touched herself. If she put her hair back, he nearly lost it - something about the act of her putting her hair up turned him on. Probably because you’re imagining what she might be doing immediately following putting her hair up.

It was basically pathetic. And it was getting to the point where other people were noticing. Morgan had, on more than one occasion, come up behind him and slapped him on the shoulders, saying he should just go for it because he obviously had it bad. He was so lost in his daydream, imaging her lips around his cock, when she came back with his coffee. Not appropriate, Spencer. “Now what files do you need?” she asked, placing his sugared coffee down on the desk.

Doing his best to keep the images out of his head (and failing miserably), he handed her a list of file numbers that he was looking for. “Okay, I’m still getting used to the system down there, which I think is going to go the way of the dodo soon because Penelope wants to make everything digital, but it’ll take me a bit to find them. I’ll be back as soon as I can.” Again, a piece of hair fell in front of her face and she grunted, clearly having what women called a ‘bad hair day.’ “The hair does not want to cooperate with me today.” The laugh that rumbled through her sent delicious shivers up his spine. He was not going to be able to go much longer without at least telling her how he felt about her. Not the I-wanna-fuck-you-up-against-a-wall thing, but the I-think-we-could-be-really-good-together thing.

Quickly, she turned around and put her hair up, sauntering away, leaving Spencer to stare at her ass as she rounded the corner to the staircase. I can’t do it. He stood up from the desk. I have to say something. At least, if she knows and doesn’t feel the same way, I can find a way to move past it. I have to know. She had a few minutes on him, but he’d probably be catching her just as she got to the file room.

Apparently, he’d been in some kind of state (which sucked because he thought he was masking it), because the second he stepped into the file room, Y/N spun around and dropped a file. “Oh, Spencer,” she breathed, “It’s just you. You scared me.”

“Sorry,” he said honestly. “I didn’t mean to.”

“Did you forget a case number you need?” Another thing she did was pushing her tongue up against her teeth when she smiled. There was something about it that was so sweet, he couldn’t help but crush harder anytime he saw her do it. 

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. “No, the cases are fine. It’s me.”

“You? What’s you?”

“I like you,” he said. Well, didn’t expect it to come out that quickly. Goddammit. “A lot.”

“Really?” She inhaled sharply, subconsciously placing her hand on her chest. Don’t do that. “Why me? I’m a nobody.” Did she really think that?

“Not to me,” he replied. “Ever since you started, I can’t stop thinking about you. You’re sweet, kind, funny, intelligent, not to mention beautiful.”

“I had no idea you felt that way about me,” she said. “Umm, I would be lying if I said I hadn’t thought about you too - a lot.” The blush that accompanied that last bit made him think that maybe ‘thinking about him’ meant exactly what he thought it meant.

Well that’s a relief. Locking the door behind him, he closed the space between them and brought her flush against him. At first, the kiss was tentative, feeling things out and trying to see if what they’d built up in their heads was just that or if it was real. He ran his lips up the side of her neck and back toward her lips and felt a jolt roll through him. This was without a doubt real. “Does that camera work?” she asked, looking toward the one camera above their heads. 

“It doesn’t,” he breathed. With the risk of getting caught cut down to almost nothing, she unbuttoned her blouse, revealing a black, lacy bra, while he hitched up her skirt. Her panties matched. “You’re gorgeous.”

She palmed the bulge in his pants and licked her lips. The gesture was sexual before, but now, he was near explosion. Backing herself into the wall, she lifted her legs up around his waist and pulled the lace to the side. “Are you sure?” he asked. “I don’t want you to think that this is all I want. But I would be lying if I said I didn’t want this too.”

“Everyone has two sides to them, Spencer,” she breathed into his ear. “You said I was sweet. Well, I am, but I can be not so sweet too. I want this. You. Now.” Thank whatever deity existed. He reached down and pushed his boxers off as much as was necessary. When he slid inside her, both let out an audible groan, which they had to stifle for fear of being heard. 

He pushed up, luxuriating in the feel of her legs gripping tighter around his waist. “Go ahead,” she said, biting down gently on his earlobe. “Fuck me while our co-workers are upstairs.” He was pretty sure he was about to explode into a billion little pieces. Her hands had wandered to behind his head, but he really wanted to fulfill that image in his head of taking her up against the wall, so he reached back, grabbed both of her hands and placed them above her head so he was in control. “Oh my god.”

As he pushed up into her wet heat over and over again, the silk blouse fell to the sides revealing taut peaks underneath delicate lace. He buried his face into her chest as she arched back off the wall, moaning his name in his ear. “You’re so wet,” he breathed, licking a trail up her chest and meeting her lips again. 

“For you. I’ve thought very bad things about you since I started.”

“Like what?”

She bore down with her pelvic muscles, constricting his cock in such a way that he knew he wouldn’t last much longer. “Well, the first thing I thought about was having my lips around your cock.”

He grunted at the thought and pushed into her one last time, before pulling out and spilling into his hand. They were already cutting it close with time and location. The last thing they needed was a mess. She pushed off of him and buttoned her blouse again, fixing her skirt so that no one would be any the wiser, while he cleaned himself up with a tissue. “Now I’m gonna go to the bathroom to clean myself up, but maybe later…”

“Yes,” he said, giving her a kiss and stuffing the tissue into his pocket. “First things first, your lips around me.”

“And then your lips on me.”


Steve Rogers x reader

Warnings: none, really. Some fluff, some dark Steve

Words: 2.4k

All credit goes to Marvel

Originally posted by luvinchris

Steve flipped the picture in his hands over and over, looking at the picture itself, then the date on the back of it. September 29th, 2016. The date seemed so long ago. He stared at the picture a little longer. He committed every small detail of it to memory; the way her hair flowed with the wind, her radiant smile, her eyes. Oh god, her eyes, he thought. He bit his lip, carefully folding the picture back into his wallet. How was he supposed to live on like this? Without her?

“Dad, I don’t know if this is a good idea. At least not yet.” You pleaded with your father. Nick Fury sat at the table across from you, elbows up on the table.

“You are the only option right now, Y/N. Everyone on the team is down and we need you.” Nick said affirmatively. You knew that tone of voice. That tone of voice meant you weren’t getting out of this. “All you have to do is make sure that James Buchanan Barnes is stable and true to the Avengers Initiative. We don’t need any more HYDRA in this world and he has some pretty strong ties to them.” You looked at your dad, Agent Phil Coulson of S.H.I.E.L.D.

“It’ll take two weeks tops. Maybe one depending on what you see. I promise you won’t be in there for longer than you have to.” He put his hand over yours reassuringly and you took a deep breath. Fury slid over the steel briefcase and you opened it, surveying the photostatic veil in front of you. “Wearing this at all times is necessary. The Avengers already know you as a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent. If they suspect that one of us is spying on one of them, the mission is compromised and there’s no telling what will happen. As we all know, Steve Rogers is a bit of a loose cannon when it comes to Bucky Barnes. We can’t risk him hurting you if he finds out what you’re up to.”

“Right, so who am I, again?” You asked. Your nerves were on fire with anxiety, whether it was good anxiety or bad anxiety, you weren’t sure. You squeezed your dad’s hand a little tighter.

“You’re Marie Laveau, Stark’s new assistant. He knows why you’re there, but he doesn’t know who you really are. He doesn’t trust Barnes either. He’ll show you everything and give you the inside briefing. You’re from San Antonio, moved here when you were nine years old to live with your aunt after your parents were killed in a deadly gambling ring. You won’t be there long, so you don’t need much more information, and if they ask, I trust you won’t blow your cover. Now come on, I’ll bring you to the tower. You can put your face on in the car.” Nick stood up, gesturing for you to follow. You and your dad stood up, too. You gave him a hug and grabbed the briefcase before following Fury.

“Tell May I bought more celery for her breakfast shakes!” You called. Your dad smiled and nodded as you sat down in the passenger seat of Nick’s car.

“You know, you didn’t have to cut and dye your hair.” He said, pulling out of the restaurant parking lot.

“Oh, I didn’t,” you pulled off your jet black wig, exposing your natural hair underneath it. “You’re not the only one who thought disguise.” You saw him crack a (rare) smile.

“So I guess spending the entirety of your life training you to be a spy didn’t go to waste, huh?”

“Well, I had some pretty good teachers.”

“You’re doing this at the right time,” Tony began. “Barnes is just starting to warm up to everyone, but he’s still slightly reserved. I feel like he’s keeping something from us, something from Steve. Oh, here’s Diana’s room. You’ll be staying here.” He gestured to the room you would be staying and you felt instantly relaxed by looking around.

“Thanks, Tony.” you said sincerely. You gave him a grateful smile and he nodded, putting your luggage on the queen-sized bed.

“No, thank you. I need to keep my team together. But I need to trust Barnes before I do that,” You nodded understandingly. “Dinner’s at five, so you have time to wash up or get situated or whatever you needed to do.” With that, he gave you a tight smile before leaving, shutting your door behind him. You pressed your hands against your mattress, welcoming the familiar softness of it, and you hung your head. It’s gonna be a long two weeks, you thought.

When you came down for dinner that night, you sat at the long bar table with a piece of pizza in front of you and a knife and fork in hand. “You’re the only person I know, besides Diana, that eats pizza like that.” Nat remarked. Steve’s head popped up to look at you and then your hands, still holding the silverware. He looked at you skeptically in a way that made your skin crawl.

“I don’t like getting pizza grease on my fingers.” You shrugged and crinkled your nose. Nat nodded and went back to eating her slice, but Steve’s eyes lingered on you for just a bit longer and you averted your gaze back to your pizza, busying yourself with cutting into it and taking a bite.

Bucky came over and plopped down next to Steve, grabbing himself a slice of buffalo chicken pizza and nearly shoving the entire thing in his mouth. Steve whispered something in Bucky’s ears and you saw Bucky glance at you in the corner of your eyes. You picked at your lip and felt your cheeks heat up, and you were thankful that the photo-static veil wouldn’t show it. Steve stood up, throwing his now-empty plate away before excusing himself. You watched as he stalked out of the room. Bucky came over and sat down by you.

“Don’t take it personal, you just remind him a lot about Diana. Everybody here’s still upset that she’s gone and they don’t like to talk about it, but I know a lot about her from her file and what Steve’s told me. Walk with me, I’ll tell you everything you need to know.” Bucky looked into your eyes and you could tell he was serious. You finished your piece and threw your plate away, instantly going to follow the brunet who was already halfway out the door.

“Diana was great. She was sweet, but wouldn’t hesitate to bring one of us to the floor if she didn’t like what someone was doing. She was incredibly intelligent, easily beating out Clint and Natasha in almost any subject. She was a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, but they called her an ‘Honorary Avenger’ because she went on a lot of missions with them. That’s how her and Steve got close and how they started dating. They were never public about their relationship though, they thought people would use them against each other, making them vulnerable. They loved each other too much that they’d pick each other’s lives to save over their own.”

“Sounds dangerous, to say the least. What happened to her?” You kicked at a rock as you and Bucky walked back to the tower, now with two cups of hot chocolate.

“She was presumed dead after an Extremis blew up in a bar. She was trying to save this kid, Harley, I think. He was real special to Tony, but Tony was down for the count when Harley ran into the bar, trying to save some file. Tony begged and yelled after Harley not to go in, but it was too late. The building burst into flames and Diana ran in, diving under beams and structures that had fallen over. She pushed Harley out, but one of the rafters fell on top of her, and they couldn’t get to her in time. They never found her, all the bodies were too charred to be recognizable. Not even dental records could help.”

“Steve hasn’t been the same since?”

“No, but can you blame him? Captain America losing the love of his life? He was almost mad when Pepper was the one to kill Aldrich Killian, the guy who created it. Steve wanted to do it himself.” You guys stopped walking when you reached the steps to the common room. “I guess I credit her with being why I joined the Avengers. The punk’s lost so much in life that he needs someone who understands. I just want him to be happy, that’s what we all want. So it makes more sense for me to be on his side instead of an enemy, doing the right thing for once instead of being some brainwashed psychopath killer.”

You threw your empty hot chocolate cup into the trashcan and shoved your hands in your pockets. “I appreciate you telling me all of this now so I don’t make an ignorant remark later. I don’t want to upset him.” You said. Bucky nodded, pressing his lips together. He opened the door for you and you stepped inside. Your eyes instantly landed on Steve, sitting on the couch and reading the newspaper.

He glanced up at you before focusing back on his paper. You frowned a little at how distant he was with you, but you couldn’t blame him. He probably felt bothered that you were staying in Diana’s old room. You shrugged it off and went to your new room anyways. You had to text your dad and Fury, and then take a hot shower to make up for the cold night air.

Me: Had some one-on-one time with Barnes. His intentions look good, but I’ll stay the full week to be sure.

Dad: Remember your cover, stay safe.

Fury: Dig up any dirt you can. I want a thorough report of him.

You turned your phone’s screen off and placed it on the counter of the bathroom, making sure to lock the door before pulling your wig off as well and stepping into the hot, inviting water of your shower.

“Hey, Steve, Tony wants to know when you’re ready to try out the new suit.” You popped your head through his door. He was sitting on the edge of his bed, staring intently at a picture. He coughed and folded it back into his pocket before nodding and standing up to follow you to the lab. When he reached the door where you were standing, he did a once-over of you. Not in a ‘checking you out’ sort of way, but another skeptical glance. You froze momentarily, fearing that Steve was way too smart and could probably see right past your cover.

“Yeah, let’s go.”

“Okay, Laveau, I want you to take a shot at Steve. Anywhere you want. Preferably not in the nether regions. Or the chest. The legs and stomach are fair game though.” Tony said. He tossed you a gun and you caught the trigger on your ring finger. They braced for the bullet that they assumed would be shot, but it never came. Instead, the gun balanced delicately off your finger.

“What?” You asked. Tony and Steve stood up from their crouched positions and stared at you in shock.

“Uh, nothing. Diana just used to do that a lot, kinda her thing, I guess.” Tony said. You frowned.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Must’ve just been a lucky catch.” You shrugged the comment off. “Steve, are you ready?” He nodded, and braced his body. Tony had been working on the new 100% vibranium suit for weeks now, he told you, and he was excited to test it out. Steve, however, was a bit nervous to be shot at for experimental purposes.

You fired off one shot, one at his thigh. Then you fired another at his stomach. One at his shoulder, and one at his arm. Tony watched as the bullets bounced off Steve’s uniform. Steve’s face was contorted in pain, but nothing went past his armor. When he opened his eyes and stared down at himself, he grinned at his bullet-less body and looked at Tony, who was beaming. You used this moment to excuse yourself. “Well, if that’s all you need, sir, Bucky asked me to dinner and I should get going.” Tony waved you off, too excited by his success to pay much attention. You slipped out of the room.

You walked back into your bedroom after dinner with Bucky, whom you had a surprisingly good time with. You had decided that further investigation to him wasn’t needed. In fact, he spent nearly the entire time raving over the Avengers and his missions with them. He told you about growing up with Steve and how happy he was when he was pulled out of cryostasis and found out Steve Rogers was still alive. He was even happier when he found out that Steve was still around his age, non-biologically. You dropped your keys onto the table by your door and looked into the little mirror above it, taking out your earrings. You jumped out of your shoes when you heard Steve’s voice. “Diana Locke was a great spy, amazing even. She was an expert marksman. But she also had her ticks. She picked at her lip when she was nervous. She ate her pizza with a knife and fork,” you froze, still turned away from him. “In fact, she’s even your exact height.”

“Steve, I’m sorry. Bucky told me about Diana, but she’s dead, and I-“, he cut you off.

“Oh, yeah. Diana’s dead. Diana was a cover though. Everybody believes that she died in that Extremis fire, but only I know that she used that fire and belief that she was dead to run off and find a new alias, a new cover, because she had blown hers while saving Harley.” He stalked up behind you, but you still didn’t move aside from letting him shove a picture into your hand. You brought it up in front of you and studied it. It was a photo of him and Diana. They smiled brightly at the camera with Diana lifted high onto his shoulders. She held up an American flag as her hair blew in the wind behind her. “I was the only one lucky enough to know her real name. Her true self. I know her better than herself sometimes. I’m the only one who can keep up with her.” You turned to face him and he hovered his hand over your photo-static veil, pulling it off of your face. You helped him by reaching behind you and sliding off the wig, letting your natural hair fall back onto your shoulders, framing your face. He stared at you, a smile taking over his features.

“So, what was her name, Steve?” You breathed out.

“Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N.”

Deck The Halls

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Fandom: Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them

Characters: Percival Graves

Pairing: Reader X Percival Graves

Notes/Warnings: *looks despairingly at the word count* Why do these tend to get out of hand?! Anyway, happy Christmas 8th (aka I feel festive because of December, so here you go)

Word count: 2,025

Imagine: Imagine Percival Graves not kissing you under a mistletoe but not for the reason you think.

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The Lady in Red (2/?)

Title: The Lady in Red (2/?)
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem Reader
Words: 1789
Warnings: Possible abuse, starvation, loss of memory due to traumatic events, fluff (for later)

(Part 1)

The woman slept for the rest of the day and through the night. Steve wanted to stay close in case she woke up suddenly but Bruce said it would be a while. She was completely exhausted from whatever ordeal she had gone through. Still, Steve was hesitant to leave and ended up bringing a laptop and his files into her room and started working on his mission reports while she slept. He caught a couple hours of sleep in the chair but mostly just watched over her, thankful for super solider cells that don’t need the regeneration sleep provides on a regular basis.

The next morning, he was sipping a cup of coffee that Nat had brought him, when her eyes fluttered open. She turned and stared at him, not showing as much fear as before, but still had a wariness in her eyes.

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Military Spouse AU

This is the for the #yourtropegirlbdaychallenge! Happy early birthday to @yourtropegirl!  

This fic is super long (2,857, give or take) and I spent quite a bit of time on this, so I hope you enjoy it! I loved writing this imagine. I did some research and then typed away.  

I seriously LOVED this prompt!

There is a Hamilton reference at the end…Couldn’t help it, I seized the opportunity I saw…LOL!

Also! I love this edit! Don’t you?   

You saw see his glamorous office behind him, cluttered with books, files, and a couple coffee cups.  He was one of the top ADA’s and you couldn’t be more proud of him.  You liked to tease him about what a hotshot he was and how with you gone, the patterns on his tie and shirt always contrasted.   

You smiled at the screen, both of you finally had a free moment to talk. He always felt better when he could see your smiling hopeful face and you loved to see how he was doing.

Being a part of JAG Corps, Judge Advocate General’s was “safer”, but you were still in a combat zone and it worried him.  You always felt a little guilty to add to his stress.

“How are your migraines?” You asked.

He was always a little irritated by that question because obviously they weren’t good…But you needed to know how he was doing. If he was having lots of them you knew he was stressing more than normal or necessary. It was one question that gave you many answers.

“They are just migraines.” He rolled his eyes.  You couldn’t have a conversation with your husband without the classic Barba eyeroll.

“Have you had many recently?” He huffed.

“Only a few.” He replied absently, which meant several you always rounded up. There was a little silence and you knew what was coming.

“How are you doing? Really,” He got serious and examined your face as best he could through the grainy picture. You sighed in response, he was worrying too much.  

A few months ago he noticed a bruise on your face, you should have covered it up, but you hoped the picture wouldn’t show it.  He was appalled by your nonchalance about the whole event. To you it was just part of the job, but he didn’t understand it. To him anything that happened to you was truly the end of the world.   

“I’m fine.” You smiled softly at the laptop. “I’ll be home soon.” Soon, was much shorter than your husband knew.  You were supposed to be home in two weeks, but he didn’t know yet. The last few times you said you’d be home soon, you ended staying another 3 months in addition to the 6 months originally because there was a case and then another.

“Soon.” His face fell.

“Hey,” you grabbed his attention again. “I love you.” Your eyes teared up as you saw his anxious green eyes look up at the screen again.

“I love you too.” You heard some noise from his office. “Lo siento, mi amor, pero Liv aquí está.”

“Okay.” You were disappointed you’d only been talking for 20 minutes. “Sueño, no puedes sobrevivir café!” (Sleep, you can’t survive on coffee) He rolled his eyes in response.

“Ten cuidado.” (Stay safe)

“Estoy bien!” (I’m fine) You replied with a soft smile. “Te amo.”

“Te amo tambien.” You gave an air kiss. His smirk was the last thing you saw before it went blank.

Oh, how you missed him.

“Who was that?” Fin cocked an eyebrow and Barba rolled his eyes, of course he had to walk in on a conversation with his wife.

“What do you have for me?” He glazed over the comment.

“Hey,” Liv muttered stepping into Barba’s office.

He looked a little frazzled, but not your normal just finished a horrific case sort of frazzled. He looked more like a man in need of relaxation and another conversation with his wife.  Not seeing you for 9 months edging closer to 10 had really taken it’s toll and don’t think Liv hadn’t noticed.

“Hi.” He whispered.

She hated seeing him like this. Barba rarely look defeated like this except maybe after an extremely tough case.  If anyone thought they knew him after a case he lost and that he was angry and upset they never saw him on late nights when he missed his wife.  The poor man just needed her and he stressed and worried about her daily, some days more than others.

Liv watched as he shoved some files aside and set his head in his hands.

“I wish I could help.” She finally uttered out as she heard a soft whimper come from the man across from her.

You walked down the hall in your uniform feeling slightly out of place as you stride down the hall bags still in hand.  You had to meet in D.C. this morning, so you needed to look professional and make some final adjustments.

Now, lunch time you were in 1 Hogan Place about to see your husband who you haven’t seen for over nine months.  Of course Carmen was sitting at her desk filling out some paperwork before looking up upon hearing your footsteps.

“Oh my God!” She sputtered out standing straight up out of her chair. “You’re back! He didn’t say you were–”

“Shh!” You brought your finger to your lips and she nodded sitting back down quietly with a big smile.  

You hesitated at the door and your fist hovered over the surface.  You didn’t understand why you were so nervous it was just your husband.  You’ve been together long enough to know how these homecomings went, but this was the longest one yet, maybe that was why you were so nervous.

You finally knocked and cracked open the door after hearing a muttered ‘come in’.

“Hey.” You spoke softly stepping farther into his office.

His head shot up and his eyes widened. He froze for a few seconds before pushing out his chair and launching towards you.  You dropped your bags only a second before his arms were wrapped around you and his lips found yours.

You felt like the world stopped as his body enveloped yours.  You couldn’t believe how good this felt and how much you needed his touch and affection. How long you ached for it while you were away and how much more pleasing it was now that you were finally home.

“You’re back.” He breathed finally pulling away, but he still kept his body close only your lips were apart.

“Yeah,” you sighed. “I didn’t want to get your hopes up and then be kept for another three months like last time.” You bit your lip nervously as your eyes began to feel prickly with tears. “Maybe I should have told you…” You sighed walking to the table in the middle of the room.

“No! I’m just happy you’re home,” His eyes began to water as he pulled you into his chest again.

“Me too!” You laid your head on his chest and breathed in his scent.  He smelled like home.  He didn’t change anything while you were gone.

His cologne was exactly the same.  You remember the small argument that came from buying the wrong kind, but you liked the scent and he ended up enjoying the scent too. With you gone so long, he must have had to buy a new one.  You were happy to know he bought the one you picked.

“I’m so happy you’re home!” He found your lips again. “I love you.”

“I love you, so much!” You replied in between kisses. This felt so right, but all you could do was feel the tears fall as your lips collided. You in his arms was all you wanted for the last nine months.  His warmth and his arms tight around you for security. His lips on your own.

“Oh, I’m sorry!” Liv pulled the door.

“Liv!” You smiled broadly still teary eyed as you approached the door.

“You’re back!” She exclaimed excitedly pulling you into a hug and then gave an accusing glare to your husband. “Barba didn’t tell me.” She flicked her eyes between the two of you as a perplexed Fin came in behind her.

“Yeah, it was a surprise.” You exclaimed wiping away the tears.

“Barba, you never told me your wife was in the military! I thought you were a lawyer.” His eyes roamed back over you.

“I’m JAG.”

“That’s what’s up.” He grabbed the hand that wasn’t being held tightly in Barba’s. “I served too.”

“We understand each other then.” You nodded as your husband pulled you near him again. Fin looked between the two of you and then back at Liv awkwardly. Your husband wasn’t letting go of you and he seemed to be eyeing Liv…They were communicating and you watched as she sighed and turned to Fin.

“We’ll be back later.” And with that the two of them were stepping out the door.

Your husband turned to you with a smile that you rarely saw overseas and one you never saw through conversations over skype.

“Let’s go home.”

“Don’t stop!” Your breath hitched in your throat as he rolled his hips. He replied by suddenly slowing down and you felt a growl escape your throat.

“Why are you teasing?” You whined and saw him flash a smirk. His hand flew to your clit and you arched you back to get closer to his fingers. Both of you groaned at the angle change. His groan made you weak as he tensed up.

“Mi amor, I’m not going to last.” He choked out, who was he kidding, you were surprised you lasted this long.

With one last heavy growl he emptied himself inside you and quickened the pace on your clit.  You felt yourself come undone below him, a sensation you had been needing the entire time you were gone.

Now both of you were laying side by side chests heaving and eyes staring at the ceiling.  His hand found yours and he brought your hand to his lips. Your eyes shut and a smile formed on your face, his post-sex hand kiss, you’d missed that. Your turned over to face your husband, him still in a dazed state and then you grazed his body with your hand and with that he was on top of you again.

His sex drive definitely hadn’t faltered with your time away.    

He nipped at your neck and earlobes, then buried his face in your breasts before hungrily taking your lips as his own.  

God, how you missed this.

You squeezed your eyes shut as the sun peered through the curtains.  You didn’t want to wake up, at all. You cuddled into your husband’s side and kissed his neck, you savored the feel of his stubble against your cheek.

“Good morning, mi amor.” He hummed.

“Hi.” You replied softly. “I’ve missed you. I’ve missed this.” You drew circles around his chest.  You’d missed the early mornings and late nights. 

Mmm…Last night.

You moved the blanket and sat on top of him in one fluid motion.  You attacked his face with kisses and worked your way down his body leaving a trail of wet kisses and found his hardening cock.

“Already?” You quirked an eyebrow.

“Mi amor, I haven’t been touched by a women in over 9 months, so I can only last so long.” He looked a little put out.

“Don’t worry, we’ll work up your stamina in no time.” You replied before licking up his shaft, you heard his breath hitch and smirked.  You loved knowing just what to do to please your husband.

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CASUAL | part one

“After spending the night with the university’s basketball superstar and biggest supporter of one-night stands, Kim Taehyung, you find yourself falling for him. Sadly, he doesn’t feel the same.”

Words: 3, 165

- angst, smut (next part)

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Out Of Nothing At All - Twenty Three

“Who’s ready to have a baby?”

Apparently you were.

The midwife checked your file quickly.

“Okay Y/N…. Doctor Merrins is still with another patient but we have other doctors on call here in case of any issues so don’t you worry. I’m Annie and I’ll be here for the next six hours so let’s see if I can help deliver this baby for you. I need you to hop up onto the bed now so we can see how we’re doing.”

You climbed up with Spencer’s help, settling down onto the pillows and wincing through another contraction.

“How often are they coming honey?”

You went to open your mouth to tell her that you hadn’t really been counting but Reid jumped in.

“They started at every three minutes but now it’s more like every 70 - 90 seconds.”

You looked at him dumbfounded.

“What!… I started counting when we were in the car. We need to know these things and I figured you’d forget.”

“It’s not that I forgot… I was just in too much…… Oh fucking jesus christ…. pain to keep track.”

“Exactly. So I did it for you…. Team work right?”

Okay… Fair enough. Annie chuckled at you both, before double taking at Spencer. She obviously hadn’t been paying too much attention to the state he was in.

“Hun, what the hell happened to you?”

“Oh…. Um… I was in a car accident a few hours ago. NOT with Y/N. But we were actually on the way home from the hospital when her waters broke.”

“Okay…. You can’t be in here like this. Your clothes are bloody and filthy. Do you have anything else you can change into?”

She had a point although Reid looked mildly offended. He could still have tiny glass particles about his person and there was no way he was holding the baby like that.

You grimaced again, holding on to the side of the bed.

“Our friends have gone to get me a change of clothes as well as her hospital bags.”

“Okay well until then there’s scrubs in the top drawer of that cabinet. Go change in the bathroom and I’ll examine Y/N.”

He made eye contact, checking you were okay for him to leave and you nodded.

Once he’d left the room Annie began her examination, attaching monitors to you before washing her hands and squirting what you could only presume was lubricant onto her hand.

“Sweetie, this will feel uncomfortable. But I need you to relax.”

Uncomfortable was not the word. Having someone you didn’t know putting their fingers inside you whilst your body was contracting was not pleasant at all.

“Okay….. I’m just going to go and grab a doctor?”

“Wait… Why do you need a doctor? What’s wrong.”

“Nothing’s wrong Y/N. It’s just…. you’re already at ten centimetres. Sweetie, you’re ready to start pushing.”



Spencer came rushing back through almost colliding with the midwife on her way out. Seeing the panicked expression on your face he quickly rushed to your side.

“What’s wrong? What’s happening?”

You burst into tears. “I’m at ten centimetres….. I’m having a baby.”

“Why are you crying then…. It’ll be over soon.” He smoothed your hair back, his voice gentle.

“Because…. because… We’re having a baby… And it’s going to hurt. And she’s going to cry and I won’t know what to do.. And…. PISSING FUCK WHY DOES IT HURT SO MUCH…. oh shit… If I’m ten already… I can’t have the druuuuugs!” The last part came out as a wail.

“Spencer, I want the druuugs… I want the epidural.. You’re a doctor. Tell them it’s okay…… ”

He started to chuckle at you again, still stroking your hair.

“Shhhh Shhhh, you’ll be fine. You’ve got to this stage without any medication. You’ve done so well already…and you will know what to do. And if you don’t… We’ll fucking Google it okay. Look at this way, some women are in labour for hours trying to get to ten centimetres. You’ve done most of it without even realising.”

“Yeah because I was distracted by the thought of you dying.”

He laughed again and the midwife returned with a female doctor and another nurse, wheeling a crib with her.

“Hi Y/N… I’m Dr Nicolas. Dr Merrins is still held up and Annie here tells me she doesn’t think you’re going to be able to wait. How are you feeling?”

She perched on the side of the bed as if she had all the time in the word as the nurses hurried around behind her.

“Scared… Exhausted already. Is 37 weeks too early? Also… Can I please have the drugs? I signed up for drugs.”

She patted your hand gently. “If you’re ten already then unfortunately not. We can give you gas and air but it’s likely that by the time any epidural kicks in, this baby will be born. So let’s just see how you go au natural okay? And 37 weeks used to be considered term for a lot of mothers. Baby should be fully grown already and has obviously decided that it doesn’t need those few extra weeks to cook. Do we know what we’re having here?”

“A little girl,” Spencer spoke quietly, his eyes fixed on your bump.

“And it’s the first baby for the both of you?”

You both nodded at her and you shifted uncomfortably as another contraction ripped through you. Dr Nicolas watched the monitor closely before asking, “Are you feeling any pressure Y/N?”

“Yes…. Lots.”

“Okay… That means we’re ready to go.” She hopped off the bed moving to the bottom.

“Next time a contraction comes… I want you to push.”

…twenty five minutes later…

“Come on Y/N… One more push and you’re there. One more.” The doctor looked up at from her spot between your legs.

Panting with exertion you gripped Spencer’s hand tightly, trying to breathe through the intense burning pain that you felt below. You had never felt pain like this before and you were definitely never EVER doing this again. Fuck no.

Reid whispered quietly to you, “You’ve got this Y/N, you’re doing so well. I’m so so so proud of you. One more.”

Annie stood by, ready to place a towel on your tummy for when she was born. You’d been very explicit in the last fifteen minutes that you did not want any baby gunk on you, the doctor and the midwives laughing at you.

Dr Nicolas glanced at the monitor again.  "Okay Y/N… Last one.. The hard part is over. One more big push. Come on.“

You took a deep breath and pushed with all the energy and effort that you could, the pressure intense and horrific…. And then suddenly.. Nothing. Relief. Emptiness.

You heard a gasp from Spencer and opened your eyes to see a pink, slimy looking thing in the doctor’s hands.


A baby. Your baby.

Dr Nicolas stood, placing her on the towel that was quickly put on your chest.  You looked down in awe not quite knowing what to do.

“Does Dad want to cut the cord?”

Dad definitely did want to cut the cord, although you didn’t see him do it. You were too taken in by this little tiny creature that almost seemed to be clinging to you.

Annie reached for her, telling you they were just going to clean her up and weigh and measure her.

Almost as soon as she was removed from your chest, she started to cry. A high pitched squealing that sounded both glorious and horrifying all in one go. Reid sat back down next to you, his arm wrapping around your shoulders both of you too shocked to speak. The doctor continued to work between your legs, cleaning you up and changing the pads. You could barely feel the rest of the contractions now as the birthing process finalised.

“I’m so proud of you Y/N. So very proud.” Spencer pushed your matted hair back off your face, planting a kiss on your cheek.

“6lbs 7. Do we have a name picked out for this little cutie?” Annie asked.

“Saoirse….Saoirse Diana,” Spencer told her. Diana for both his Mother and your Grandmother, the one thing you’d shared.

“Aww how lovely. And the surname?” Her pen was poised ready to write out the tag that would go around her tiny ankle.

“Y/L/N - Reid,” Spencer spoke again looking at you for confirmation.

“Actually…. Just Reid.”

Annie smiled and nodded, writing out the tag.

“Really?” Spencer whispered to you.


“Okay Mom, we’re all done down here now. So if you want to shift up slightly and let Dad on the bed with you, then we can bring little Saoirse back over and you can both have a hold.” Dr Nicolas stood, bundling the soiled towels and sheets away with her as you made room for Spencer.

When you were both comfortable Annie came back over, the tiny bundle now wrapped up with a little pink hat on. You held your arms out awkwardly, Reid’s arm still around your shoulder tightly.

A wave of emotion hit you as she placed the tiny, almost doll like creature into your arms, Spencer gasping again as he got a closer look.

She was so warm and light…. And now that she was in your arms you didn’t want to let her go.

Spencer’s long fingers reached out, softly touching her face, stroking her chin before fingering the soft brown strands of hair that peeked out from under the little cap.
Her full lips pursed, her pink tongue poking out and you giggled, thinking how much like Reid she already was. You turned to him seeing he was doing the same thing.

“Spencer look…..”

“I am…. She’s so perfect Y/N…..I… I can’t believe I made that… We made that. Together.” His voice was croaky and you could hear the emotion in it and see his eyes welling up. A tear escaped from your own, travelling down your cheek.

Spencer turned to you, moving his hand and catching the tear before it fell.

“Thank you….. Thank you so much. I never…..I never thought I could feel this happy, this elated. Y/N, thank you.”

“You’re welcome ….. Spencer?”

“Hmm mm?”

“I kinda think I’m in love with you.” No time like the now right?

His hazel eyes now locked with yours.

“Kinda think?” he asked.

“Alright…. I am in love with you. I’m not sure when or how, but I am. In love with the father of my baby. Who knew right?”

He laughed. “I love you too Y/N. Weird how things work out isn’t it?”

“Very,” you agreed, before tilting your lips to his for a soft, sweet kiss.

Hearing a snuffle you both turned back to the baby snuggled in your arms, just sitting there watching her in contentment for a few minutes, enjoying the moment.


A face poked around the door, Penelope.

“Guys…. Can we come in? The doctor said it was okay.”

You looked at Reid and he nodded and you whispered for him to take Saoirse now, knowing that in a few minutes she’d probably be whipped away from both of you and it was only right that he had a proper hold first.

Penelope let out a quiet squeal, and opened the door, her and the rest of the team crowding around you both. Kate and Rossi placed your bags in the corner and joined them. Even Morgan was there, somehow convincing the doctors to let him come up.

“Spence, Y/N….. She’s beautiful,” JJ gushed, everyone else echoing her sentiments.

Aaron came and stood by your side. “How does it feel?”

“Still no less terrifying than it did all those months ago… But, it feels right, at least now it does.”

Spencer slid of the bed, baby in his arms and the biggest smile on his face, everyone clambering around him to look.

You held your arms up to Aaron for a hug which he returned quickly.

“Thank you, for everything Hotch. You’ve been there for me throughout and I couldn’t have done any of this without you. You’ve been like my surrogate dad and I really hope you’ll continue doing that for us,” you whispered to him quietly, hearing him murmuring his congratulations in response before pulling away. Was that….. was that a tear in his eyes? Nooooo. It couldn’t be.

And yet it was. He smiled at you again before making his way over to Spencer to have a look at the baby he’d seen on screen and felt kick all those weeks ago.

“Guys what’s her name?” Kate asked.

“Yeah…. Did you ever solve the argument of her last name?” Morgan spoke.

“We did….. So welcome to the world… Saoirse Diana Reid.” You grinned seeing the expressions of happiness on the girls faces and the proud grins on the mens. 

It was only later when the team had gone home and Spencer was sitting on the chair in the corner of the room feeding Saoirse with a bottle, that you realised how truly happy you felt.

Maybe you weren’t going to be so bad at this after all.

And with Spencer by your side, you kinda felt like you could do anything.

Time For Us (Zach Mitchell x Reader) Part I

(Zach Mitchell x Reader Soulmate AU)

You were running out of time.

The time on your wrist was ticking down the seconds, but there were still a couple hours (three, to be exact!) until you would meet your soulmate. Out of the million that visited Jurassic World every day, one of those people were going to end up as your soul mate.

Having your work and personal collide was going to be interesting. Currently, you were work as an internship as an assistant to Claire Dearing and without a doubt you would agree it was hard work, but worth it.

Spending most of your time aiding her and working with her other assistant Zara, you also had alone time to in which you enjoyed watching the dinosaurs and families enjoying their time. But atlas, you spent most of your time working, like you did now. 

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Kitten Therapy

As I take a break from writing my midterm, here is a little fic about Matt and Foggy and kittens for @returnsandreturns (and myself because this essay is slowly killing me and if I can’t play with kittens, I can at least live vicariously through Matt).

Matt’s day starts off bad and just gets worse from there. For starters, he’s already been awake for a little over 48 hours. Then he spent the better part of last night and into this morning taking care of a gang that certainly weren’t the best fighters but had sheer numbers on their side. Then, when the gang is in the hands of the police and he finally makes it back to his apartment (the sun is rising meaning he needs to be more careful about who sees him and his ribs hurt like hell and the injuries he’s acquired over the past week or so have all flared up again meaning he’s slowed down significantly), he gets a call from the office with an urgent update on a case he’s working, so he really only has time to change and throw back a few aspirin before he’s out the door again. From there, it’s just one inconvenience after another: an intern spills coffee on him and he has to change into the spare one of his colleagues has (it’s scratchy and smells like the wrong kind of detergent but it’s marginally better than coffee soaked); a witness retracted her statement; the prosecution sent them paper files not in braille; and after (an unsatisfying) lunch, an overenthusiastic dog gets off his leash and almost knocks Matt down, exacerbating his still throbbing ribs.

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It's A Sign

A/N: this idea popped in my head and it’s actually the cutest, so I couldn’t help but write it. please be gentle I’m not a great writer.
relationship: Hotch X reader
warnings: abduction, vague themes, and some violence. super sappy and eye rolling love confession.
Narrator POV

Slowly blinking your eyes, you begin to regain consciousness. Immediate confusion. You try to lift your hand to assess the throbbing pain in the back of your head, but it’s restrained. The eye goop clears out of your eyes as you blink it away. You begin to evaluate your surroundings. Deep breaths. Flashing red light straight ahead, cardboard boxes taped to the walls, some kind of rectangular room, small light above your head illuminating the chair you’re restrained to… another deep breath. Panic begins to rise in your chest. You try to make a sound, but can’t seem to. A bandana is tied tightly around your mouth.

“What Happened? How did I get here? Where is the team? Where am I…” Your thoughts race.

You look around the room frantically looking for any clues, trying to gather your thoughts that seem to be splatter across the floor. You can hear a slight beeping… sounds electronic. A shuffling of feet comes from the direction of the red light. A questionable chuckle begins to come from the same direction.

“Oh joy… this will be a fun one!” Pulling your thoughts together. It feels like a teeter-totter of emotions. You think to yourself. It’s better to joke than cry… you might do both. Overwhelmed… very overwhelmed.

“Helllllooooo, there!” A confident voice booms, coming from the direction of the beeps. Followed by someone quickly typing on a computer keyboard and a clicking of a mouse.

“Oh, alright! There she goes!” The voice excitedly says. The shadowy figure steps out of the darkness. Tall, nicely dressed, clean cut young man with a wild smirk on his face. He spins a computer screen around as your eyes grow wide. Penelope Garcia is onscreen. She’s totally not paying attention. Probably working on a case at the screen directly next to the one the webcam is turned on to. You try to make a sound to get Garcia’s attention.

“Nuh-uh, sugar. That would be too simple, wouldn’t it? Mic isn’t on yet, but you can hear her. Let’s call it a gesture of good faith!” He put some extra excitement on the last sentence for emphasis.

You need to pull your thoughts together! Come on. You’ve got this. Pick up some clues on the way. You’re here for a reason… why? British accent, cocky, harsh, lone wolf… you’re getting there. Start the profile…

You hear sounds coming from the computer. Penelope is still distracted at her other computer. The door behind her opens… Jennifer. JJ shuts the door behind her, file in hand, heels clicking, and a smile spread across her face. Not for long, though.

Looking down at the file… well her phone. Her phone was on top of the file. She begins to speak, but is cut off very quickly when her eyes find their way to the screen. Her eyes grow wide and she freezes. It seems like minutes before she reacts.

“GARCIA, LOOK AT THE SCREEN!” Penelope is jolted out of her deep concentration as she looks back a JJ, pointing at her other screen.

“oh my god… OH MY GOD! No, no, no, no, no, not again… not again. this cannot be happening again!” She increasingly gets louder.

“HOTCHNER! Garcia’s office now!” JJ screams out the hallway.

Aaron and the rest of the team come rushing into the room. Gasps and wide eyes are all that happened for several long seconds. But, all you see is Hotch. Hotch gave several demands as Derek and Emily scurried out of the room.

“Y/N…” Hotch gasped out lowly, but you could here him.

You have no idea what your captor wants from you. You can see him shuffling and preparing for something. Flipping switches, typing rather harshly, and tapping his foot impatiently.

“Well, now that the pleasantries are out of the way, let’s get to business! What I need from you is some information. If you can give me everything I need you MAY even get out of here with all of your body parts!! How exciting. But, a failure to cooperate may result in pain, nausea, vomiting, loss of appetite, and maybe even death. Even more exciting, am I right or am I right?” he exclaims beginning to get more excited clasping his hands together.

The team’s eyes are starting to change… they’re reacting. He flipped on the microphone. Good, this is good. Garcia can isolate background noises, measure room depth and height, analyze the surroundings, and find where you are. This is all good, there’s a chance you may get out of here. The profile is working against you, but the computer genius is working in your favor. This should make you feel better, but it doesn’t. It really doesn’t. There’s so much you feel like you haven’t done yet… so much you haven’t said. All you wanted right now was to be able to finish your PHD (which you dreaded finishing), going on boring ass stakeouts with Hotch again (which you had a love-hate relationship with), and drink awful police station coffee with stale bagels. Your thoughts wander back to Hotch. Oh Hotch… the things that you want to say to him more than anything right now. The things you’d been absolutely terrified to tell him. The thoughts you’d been hiding for years. Well, you thought you were hiding.


You think back to the day Spencer nervously came up to you in the break room. He cleared his throat, “The human body subconsciously reacts to physical attraction. People tend to lean towards someone they’re attracted to when they’re talking. The human pupil dilates when looking at someone they love. We even tend to touch, said person, at unnecessary moments without realizing it…” Reid rambled on for five minutes while you sipped your coffee, occasionally zoning out. You finally cleared your throat because he began to look tired.

“Is there a point to this story, Doctor?” You chuckled at the naive young doctor.

“Oh, yes! Sorry. There is, indeed, a point and a good one at that. Y/N, I can see how you act around Hotch.” You choke on your coffee.

“Spence, you must be mistaken. I don’t have feelings for Aaron.” You laugh masking the thick nerves in the air. You lie seemingly well. But, Spencer saw right through it. He may be naive, sometimes, but he was a profiler first.


You wanted to go back to that moment more than anything. Any moment that wasn’t this specific moment. You were quickly pulled out of your thoughts when you felt a tear rolling down your face. Staring intently at the screen, at Hotch. He was staring right back, studying your face, and your body language.

“I need to know everything about Mission number 221, code name Morning Star.” Your captor spoke. Your heart sank immediately. Right then another tear dropped down your face, you were not getting out of here alive. Everything slowly started to make sense.


Garcia began typing into every government search engine she could think of. She typed the code word and mission number over and over again. The first engine she looked at was FBI, classified documents. Second engine, MI5, classified. CIA, no information. Secret Service, classified. Setting off many alarms because of the nature of the operation.

“Garcia, I need something, anything! declassify the damn files, DO SOMETHING!” Hotch said hurriedly.

“I’m analyzing the background, running his voice through analog and voice rec, searching for the code words. I’m doing everything sir, everything.” Garcia sobbed slightly, tears silently streaming down her face.


Morning Star was an undercover operation you were assigned before being assigned to the BAU. You were deep undercover for 18 months in Europe trying to find a mole in MI5 that was leaking operation secrets, safe house locations, undercover officer identities, and highly classified information from joint agency operations and task forces. When you finally began getting leads in the case it led you to a highly respected senior agent. You began a relationship with him to get closer to him and figure out who he was leaking the information to and who was targeting the FBI, MI5, and other joint forces currently working on operations together. Evidence led you to find ties to the Russian mafia. When your handler got your most recent evidence an infiltration of the mafia was put into place. After months of careful planning and investigation, your team found the headquarters of the group of Russian assassins targeting joint government agencies. The op was a go, you were ordered to apprehend the group responsible. During the breach of the base, the element of surprise was compromised when an alarm was triggered. The operation went south quickly. The senior agent mole and four Russian mafia members were killed in the operation while several unknown subjects escaped. After the Op your team received Intel that the Senior Agent’s son had deep connections in the Russian mafia. You and your entire team were immediately assigned back to the states after the sting due to your covers being compromised and unusable.


You knew this was probably going to be the end. The mafia doesn’t simply let someone go that killed several of their own people and destroying their operation. You could not die. You could not die without telling Aaron the truth. You could not die with so many things left unsaid But, how? You were gagged and bound. Morse code? No, they probably wouldn’t recognize it right away. You have to tell him, you have to. While they work to get you out of here you need to get all unfinished business completed just in case you don’t make it out alive. Sign language, you could sign to the webcam! You learned last Christmas break when you were sick with the flu.

Liam, the senior agents son, approached you slowly. Becoming completely visible to the team. You assume Garcia is already trying facial recognition.

Liam cracked your arm with a whip unexpectedly, demanding information. You knew you couldn’t give him anything.

He quickly undid the bandana gagging your mouth, “TALK NOW!” he boomed.

You couldn’t say anything without risking the cover of the agents that went back under. Any slip up of any tiny bit of information could damage the entire operation and get the agents killed. It’s not like it’s the first time you’ve been tortured. You just cried. There is nothing you could do to stop this. Now or never.

You began to sign while Liam was distracted.

Aaron first, life saving information second. sounds logical.

(A, closing your fist, lifting you hand, and waving it slightly.)
(signing A again)
(R, fingers crossed.)

“She’s signing…” Reid whispered, but you heard him. You smiled slightly.

Liam cracked the whip a dozen more times across your legs. You had to stop signing the pain was getting too great and you were afraid he’d see what you were trying to do. Tears were flowing like an open spout.

“This has been so much fun, Y/N. I’ll give you a little break to think about what you’re GOING to tell me.” He patted my head and threw the whip to the side with a huff. Wrapping the bandana around your mouth again. Sobs escape your mouth again. He walked over to the sliding door and the sun beamed through as he hopped down off a- something… you couldn’t tell. He left their mic on… mistake! Relief washes over you, there’s a chance. You began to sign again.

(O, making your hand a circle.)
(N, putting your thumb between your ring and middle finger)

“She spelled Aaron…” Reid stated with a slight shock in his voice. Hotch eyes widened, extremely surprised. You smiled through the sobs.

“Y/N, I’m here.” Hotch said sadly. You lifted your hand up with your pinky, thumb, and index raised. Sobs continued to escape through the bandana.

“and that means I lov-”
“I know what it means, Reid.” Hotch interrupted, sternly. The team focusing in on Hotch as he stared at the screen. Garcia continued to type trying to find anything she could to save you.

“I’ve got something!”


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Forgive Me - Part 6

Summery: Y/N begins her new life

Triggers: Mentions torture in previous parts, the reader has a panic attach

Word Count: 2100+

A/N: ok so i had an application to send out and it took me the whole week coz its really competitive so I couldn’t write much but I’m done now. 

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‘What’s going to happen?’

‘Well, we’ll give you basic training and make sure you know what to do it this we’re to happen again. But that will be after you recover, for now we’ll make sure you know you’re new identity inside out.’ You were worried about it happening again, and Maria had just confirmed it was a possibility.

‘We also think that the four Avengers that know of your true identity should be the only ones.’ Phil added

‘So you want to hide the thing I need protecting against from the people who are protecting me’ you commented

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79. Blackpink x Supergirl crossover pt.1

Summary: Jennie Kim didn’t think her first day out in the field as a DEO agent would involve another kryptonian pod crashing and having a beautiful alien pop out. She also didn’t anticipate being tasked with helping you acclimate to life on Earth. With her friends, Lisa, Jisoo, and Rose, Jennie will try to help you make Earth your new home.

Note: Sorry I couldn’t find the creator of the gif. Hope you all enjoy this, it was a blast to write! It’s definitely Jennie x Reader but I include the other girls in as much as I can.

Note 2: Just to be clear, Jennie and Lisa work at the DEO. Jisoo works for Catco and Rose for the Daily Planet.

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Beautiful Stranger [Chapter 2]

Originally posted by jinyoung-ahh

Chapter 2 of Beautiful Stranger


Series Genre: AU/Smut/Fluff

Jinyoung stood up immediately.

“Y/N?” his smile widened. “What are you doing here?”

“I work here. You-you’re the new boss?” you stammered, completely taken aback.

Your heart was pounding. There’s no way this was actually happening. You thought back to the way you acted last night, the things you said, TO YOUR BOSS. You were mortified.

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anonymous asked:

I feel like you're putting your input and projecting it onto the girls. They seem very happy and genuinely excited for this single and the new music to be out if they didn't like the direction of fifth harmony they wouldn't be this excited and speaking out about the new music. They have already said that on this album they got to write and they took a new direction and I think that the single is only a snippet of that as well as showing that they can do things without one member and rebuilding.

But why do you think things are so different now? Just because they got to write the songs doesn’t mean the label doesn’t still control everything. Writing the songs is probably the only bit of freedom they have. Camila’s departure didn’t miraculously resolve all the problems. They also looked super happy during 7/27 promo, but still we got this audio file of Lauren crying her heart out saying that they treat them like “fucking slaves” and Camila saying that they worked them “to the fucking bone”. This is still the same label, this is still the same management team. You need to stop believing everything you see, of course the girls look happy, they’re not gonna put up a sad face during promo. They’ve been playing the game for 5 years now, they know how to sell their image. Also how can you explain the obvious difference between the girl’s speech which is about sisterhood and empowerment, and “Down”, wether it’s the song or the music video? There’s a big difference between what the label is trying to sell and what the girls actually are. 

Look I don’t know what the rest of the album holds so we’ll just have to wait and see where this is going but frankly this is definitely not the come back I hoped for them so far.

Hot Noodles

Y/N takes out her extremely hot container of noodles out of the microwave and hurries over to the break room table. Her body collides with another and the cup of noodles goes flying, landing on Marcus’ feet. “Nice one, Harry. Could you watch where you’re going and not bump into people for once?” Y/N rolls her eyes at him and brings her attention to Harry, who unfortunately has a stray noodle dangling from his glasses.

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Sitting at the lock room table, head in hand, Sherlock scanned through the pages of a thick file. A steaming cup of tea and a sandwich on a plate were set down before him.

“I thought you were going to make coffee.” He looked up at her, head still in hand.

“I did for me. You do better with tea at this time of night. Eat your sandwich.” Joan pushed the plate closer to him.

He peered at it suspiciously. “Not hungry,” he muttered, and pushed the offering back towards her.

“Its ham and cheese. You need protein. It’ll keep you from getting crankier.”

Sherlock took offense. “Just because I expressed concern about your choices and your safety, does not mean I am emotionally compromised by lack of nourishment. My concerns are valid. You need to be aware …”

The pointy end of a triangularly cut sandwich half was pushed into his open mouth. “Eat!” Joan looked down at his surprised expression. “If you won’t take care of yourself, I will.”  Sherlock had no choice but to chew.

“I wish you had a little more faith in my judgment, Sherlock.” She brushed the crumbs from her hands and walked towards her stack of files.

He swallowed.  "I have the utmost faith in you. It’s the rest of the world I don’t trust.“