you were in the fbi

Don’t Flirt With Him

Word count: 2,241

Warning: smut, spanking, little bit of fluff

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Y/N has to flirt with the most horrible and sexist man ever to get info for a case and Dean isn’t too happy about it so he shows her who she really belongs to.

The sound of Dean’s alarm woke you up and you reluctantly opened your eyes to see Dean and Sam already up and getting ready.

“Do you know what I think I like most about the bunker? Normal sleeping patterns.” Sam laughed, agreeing with you as he brushed his teeth.

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ok but all I can think about is this two year potential being the start of sterek, and leads to that scene in the trailer where stiles pulls up and says “ you didn’t think you were doing this without me, did you? “ and derek comes out like a protective boyfriend and says “without us?”

stiles leaves for the pre-fbi program at goerge washington, and he really doesn’t expect it to be so full-paced for the beginning of his freshman year, but it is. and, unfortunately, after a couple months, it deems harder and harder for him and lydia to keep up with a long distance relationship. they end it mutually, wondering if maybe it was a different time and place, but they stay close friends, and stiles is better for it.

it’s a couple weeks after that, when he’s walking through the Arboretum, since he never really got to do all the tourist crap in DC, when he sees him. derek is walking through the bonsai trees, cora by his side, and he’s laughing with a wide smile that stiles almost doesn’t believe that it’s derek, that it’s the same derek he watched almost die the last time they were together.

they meet each other’s eyes (probably because stiles is very much not subtle in that moment), and derek actually smiles softly at him, and wow, it’s like stiles is looking at a new person.

“So, the FBI?” Derek asks, after Cora pushed him to come and talk to Stiles, finding a quiet bench to catch up on.

“Yup,” Stiles pops the ‘p’.

He watches Derek give a soft, small smile, like it’s private, and chuckles.

“It’s fitting.”

they start texting, and really stiles is more shocked than anyone that derek hale is a constant contact in his phone, and uses emojis, for fucks sake.

they go back and forth, texting non-stop for a few days. stiles tells derek how he broke it off with lydia. derek tells stiles about moving to DC with cora after he broke up with braeden, needing a fresh start.

they become friends.

but casual texting soon turns into casual coffee chats whenever they’re free (which, shouldn’t be as often as they are with stiles’ pre-FBI program schedule). and those coffee dates turn into after-work lunches when derek closes shop at the flower shop he and cora own downtown, that does surprisingly well. and those lunches turn into late night dinners and movies at derek’s when stiles is so exhausted from training that he can’t think about cooking himself a meal, and derek volunteers to let him vent and stuff pasta into his body.

and if stiles sometimes falls asleep on derek’s shoulder as a cult classic plays in the background, no one says anything.

but they do say something when they kiss for the first time.

it’s the summer after stiles’ freshman year, and stiles is sitting on the floor of derek’s apartment. he telling him that he decided to not go home to beacon hills this summer, not really sure if he’s ready to go back to that town, and relive those memories, and derek places a hand on his shoulder from where he’s sitting on the sofa, and agrees. tells him he gets it, and that’s okay.

the kiss throws them off guard, but it’s really no surprise that stiles lifts himself from the floor and presses his lips to derek’s. he’s not taken aback by the way derek’s hands move to his back so surely and without hesitation, and he’s pretty sure derek’s not thrown off by the way stiles’ cards his fingers in his hair. it’s been a long time coming, okay?

they spend stiles’ sophomore year taking things slow, just enjoying their time together. they get brunch together with cora on sundays, and derek even gave stiles a part time job at his flower shop, which is a great destresser considering the FBI program took their coursework up a notch. but he thinks it’s all worth it when he gets to come home after a harsh day of training to derek reading in bed, who kept a first aid kit on his bedside table for when stiles came home with cuts and bruises, enveloping him in strong arms until he falls asleep.

they live in blissful ignorance, dopey love and great sex, until right at the end of stiles’ second year, right after he passes his pre-Quantico examination, that he gets the call that pulls him back to reality. it’s from liam, and he’s sitting in derek’s living room with his legs draped over him when he picks it up.

“Uh, Liam? What’s up?” he asks, furrowing his brows at Derek, who just responds with a quizzical look.

“You need to get to Beacon Hills, now.”

“Wait, wh-”

“Stiles, I wouldn’t call you unless we were in trouble. We need your help,” There’s a pause. “Scott needs your help.”

he hangs up the call a few minutes later, knowing full well Derek heard it all. and it’s quiet for a moment. they’ve been, whatever they are, for a year, living in a city where they can be pretend they’re different people, but they haven’t talked about what they would do if they ever had to go back. if they even would go back.

but it’s Scott. his best friend. his brother. and he can’t just leave him behind.

derek must somehow know exactly what stiles is thinking, like he always does, because he immediately sits up from the sofa, outstretching his hand for stiles to take.

“If we start driving now, we can make it there by tomorrow night.”

and they drive cross country, in stiles’ jeep, derek breaking more traffic violations that he can count, but it doesn’t matter when that “welcome to beacon hills” sign finally comes to view, a text from liam to meet them at the high school illuminating stiles’ phone. 

“You ready, big guy?” Stiles asks, clutching way too tight to the steering wheel. derek must notice, because he reaches to take one of stiles’ hands and twines their fingers together. 

“Not really,” Derek tells him. 

Stiles laughs, pulling into the school parking lot, and he can see Malia and Lydia in the distance, arguing. He sees Scott. He sees his pack. 

“Me either.”

Baddest Bitch - Derek Hale x Reader

Originally posted by ryvetted4

Pairing: Derek x Reader 

Prompt: Baddest Bitch by Bebe Rexha

Warning: Knotting, kinda breeding kink, smut. 

Thank you to my beta who edited this last night for me! @lets-imagine-fanfics



Your stilettos clicked against the pavement as you flicked out your claws effortlessly. You saw the head lights of the car as she finally came into view. Derek lay on the floor face down as she bent down to see his face. You rolled your eyes as you tuned in on her words.

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lets talk about that story tho????? we arent talking about the story enough!!!!! the whole point was that he was framed by those people in the suits who we were meant to believe were fbi agents but WERNT if you notice their tattoo which matches up with the picture they tried to match up with zayns yin yang tat (which the girl also had if u notice) so the WHOLE VIDEO IS ABOUT BEING FRAMED FOR SOMETHING YOU DIDNT DO AND HAVING UR SIGNIFICANT OTHER (GIGI HADID) STAND BY YOU THROUGH THE GOOD AND BAD WHILE EVERYTHING WORKS OUT IN THIS ESSAY I WILL TRY TO 

I hate that I love you - Jack Wilder Imagine

Prompt: Reader is an FBI Special Agent who arrests the four Horsemen along with Agent Fuller after they robbed the bank. Unfortunately Reader has met Jack before and they develop a love-hate-relationship.

Authors note: So this is the first imagine I´m putting up on this blog. I had this idea in my head for quite a long time now and I finally wrote it. It got pretty long tho so I forced myself to stop at one point. Since I´m having a lot more ideas for this story there´s probably gonna be a Part 2. I´m sorry for any typos but its currently 4am and I just spent about 3 hours on this so I don’t really feel like editing it right now. I hope whoever reads this likes it tho.

Fandom: Now you see me

Pairing: Jack Wilder x Reader

Warning: There´s like one cuss word 

Word Count:  1.622

„Alright, let´s get those magicians”, I said to Agent Fuller and the rest of our team. We were at the Aria Hotel ready to arrest the so called Horsemen for robbing a bank at their show last night. I had to admit that I thought Fuller was just messing with me when he told me about them. I mean magicians? C´mon these guys are entertainers. However it didn´t matter what they are. What matters is that they somehow managed to rob a bank in Paris from a Las Vegas stage in less than 10 minutes.  We were standing in front of their door silently nodding at each other and then I kicked the door open.

 “FBI! Hands where I can see them!” Fuller and I screamed at the same time. I don’t know what I was expecting but definitely not this. The Horsemen didn’t even flinch. It was as if they were already expecting us. Merritt McKinney was lying on a couch reading and not even bothering to put his book down. It took Agent Fuller to scream at him again so that he let the book rest on his chest and held his hands up. Daniel Atlas was standing at the window with a deck of cards in his hands. At least he put his hands up even though I did not like that smug look on his face. Jack Wilder was what it looked like sleeping on a chair with his feet on a table. I walked over to him with my gun pointed at his chest as he put his hands in the air. He looked rather bored but as soon as he saw me a grin spread on his face.

 “(Y/N), good to see you again. Look, about that last-“ “It´s Agent (Y/L/N) to you”, I cut him off. “C´mon are we really going to the last name calling? It´s not like I don´t know you.” The other Agents gave me questioning looks I simply decided to ignore. I hadn’t told them that I knew Jack Wilder. After all it was none of their business.

 I met him on my way home a few weeks ago when he `accidentally` bumped into me and wanted to apologize by showing me a little card trick. I like magicians and on top of that he was very handsome so I let him. He told me to pick a card, put it back into the deck and then he started to shuffle it.

 “I´m Jack by the way.” His smile was contagious. “(Y/N)” I replied while he cut the deck with one hand and one card shot out of the middle right into his hand. “Is this your card?” I couldn’t help but grin at him. “This is a phone number.” “Yeah it is and you´re free to keep it” His smile was actually the cutest one I had seen in a very long time.  “You know, you said you were going to show me a card trick to make up for bumping into me. You still don´t know what my card was though so I guess I can´t call you because you didn´t keep your promise which doesn´t change anything about you being that asshole who almost made me fall onto the ground and I´m afraid you being so utterly handsome still doesn´t make up for it.” I crossed my arms smiling at him and waiting for his next move.

 He did look surprised for a split second but his grin didn’t vanish. “Well, if you insist.” With a swift movement of his hand the phone number turned into my card - the ace of hearts – with the slight difference of a number being written across the middle of it. “Now, was this your card?” A laugh escaped my lips and I grabbed the card saying: “I guess it was even though I like this version much better.” He wasn´t that much taller than me but that didn’t change the fact that he was looking down at me with a huge smile across his lips. He was just about to say something opening his mouth but I grabbed his wrist and put it quite high on his back. My smile had faded and so had his. Instead he looked pretty shocked. 

“Woah, hey, hold on, hold on.” I kept quiet for a little longer wanting to hear his excuse. “Were you just trying to steal my wallet?” I asked him not very friendly. Yes, he was handsome and yes, I did enjoy that little flirt but I would not let him steal from me. “What? Why would you think that? I-“ I cut him off getting tired of this. “I´m going to stop you right there. I am an FBI Special Agent and I don’t like it when the bad guys are lying to me. Are you doing this to all the girls? Now listen to me very closely. I will let go of you and you won´t run away, do you understand?” He made a huffed noise which I took as a yes. I let go of his arms and he turned around to face me. 

“What? No apology?” I asked arms crossed once again. “You´re from the FBI?” He asked in awe and I had to keep myself of smiling at him because he just looked too cute with disbelief plastered all over his face. “Does that sound like an apology to you?” I must have looked intimidating because after a few seconds of staring at him he sighed and opened his mouth for what I was expecting an apology. “I´m sorry, (Y/N), but I didn’t try to steal anything from you.” That made me raise up my eyebrows. He was actually going to stick to that story. I knew exactly that he wanted to steal my wallet and yet here he stood telling me he didn’t. Pathetic. 

 “Don´t lie to me, Jack. I know what you were about to do but I´m FBI. I don’t deal with pick-pocketers and it´s been a long day so I really wish this wouldn´t have happened. I like you, Jack, and trust me I would´ve called but whatever. Just go now.” His eyebrows went up in surprise. “Are you serious?” “I am but if I ever see you again I promise you I will put you in handcuffs.” A smile started to form on his face and I couldn´t help but smile back. Even if it was just a small smile. “Either way it was still a pleasure to meet you, (Y/N).” “Wish I could say the same thing about you, Jack.” With a last smile and a wink he turned around and walked away.

 And that´s the story of how I met Jack Wilder. I didn´t know he was one of the Four Horsemen but when Fuller showed me their faces I thought one of them looked oddly familiar and when he told me his name was Jack Wilder I immediately recognized him as the guy who had tried to steal my wallet weeks ago. I had to admit that it was nice seeing his face again. The circumstances weren´t so nice though. 

“Like I said, it´s Agent (Y/L/N).” Just in that moment Henley Reeves appeared at the stairs putting on her jacket causing almost all Agents to point their weapons at her. “Do one of you guys mind giving as a hand with our bags?” She asked while she put her hands up. I didn´t like the tone of her voice but it wouldn´t be of any use to call her out on it so I just focused my attention back to Jack. “Let`s go”, Fuller said and I grabbed Jacks arms making him stand up so I could put him into handcuffs. 

“Last time we saw each other you did promise me you would put me into handcuffs, I just thought my charm would prevent you from doing so and instead you´d go on an actual date with me”, he said while I walked him out of the hotel room and led him downstairs. “Shut up, Wilder.” I couldn´t have him talk to me like that in front of my fellow agents or they would start questioning my authority. “No, I´m serious. I really wanted to ask you out but then that happened. I guess some would say it was the universe that brought us here together once again, don´t you think so?” He was messing with me just like McKinney was messing with Fuller but somehow he managed to get the idea of going on a date with him into my head and I couldn´t stop thinking about it. “I said shut the fuck up!” “Hey, no need to scream. I was just stating the fact that I find you very attractive, alright. However I already made myself clear about that last time, didn´t I?”

 These Horsemen had all of this planned, I could feel it. None of them were surprised or showed even the slightest change of emotion when we entered their room and now they were all talking to us as if we were not arresting them. Something was going on and I did not like it. When I sat back in the car next to Fuller he was giving me a questioning look. “Drive.” I didn´t feel like talking right now especially because I knew that he wanted to talk about Jack Wilder and if I did I might accidentally tell him something I didn´t want to speak out loud. Jack Wilder had been spinning around my head since the day I first met him and seeing him again like this didn´t make things any easier for me. God forbid when I need to interrogate him.

Best Mistake - Part 1 - Smut

Originally posted by prettiestcaptain

Author: @dumbass-stilinski
Rating: NSFW 18+
Pairing: Stiles Stilinski/Reader
Words: 2,347
AN: IDK I WANTED TO WRITE THIS DON’T JUDGE ME. There’s some Polish in here, I used Google translate so it may not be correct. I left the word meanings at the end. Thanks to @writing-obrien and @celestial-writing for being my pals. Also, his hand looks so yummy in this gif. okay bye.

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This wasn’t how this was supposed to go. You sat and stared at the little white stick in your hand, the little pink plus sign mocking you. Your eyes swept across the floor to see the other discarded tests around your feet, all with the same result. You were pregnant.

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I remember when we shared DVDs and 480p was the standard

Paying 25 dollars for a single movie

Sitting through 40 FBI warnings you couldn’t skip

We were so uncivilized

miafuckingsucks  asked:

1, 14, 15 for the Drabble thing <3

1.The skirt is supposed to be this short.

JJ and Garcia had been the first to notice the new addition to your wardrobe when you entered the conference room that morning.

“Since when did you start wearing skirts to work?” JJ teased, taking the opportunity since it was just the three of you in the room at the moment.

“And ones that could be considered so scandalous?” Garcia joined in as she prepped the files for the rest of the team members.

“This skirt would only be considered scandalous back in ‘The Scarlet Letter’ times,” you laughed incredulously at your friend’s comments, “And besides, I thought it was cute and would mix up what I usually wear to work.”

“It is very cute,” Garcia confirmed, coming to where you stood and handing you a case file, “And very short.”

Throwing your head back and groaning, you chuckled softly, “The skirt it supposed to be this short!”

Tilting your head back down, you noticed that Spencer had come to enter the conference room, and when his eyes settled on the hot topic of your previous conversation, he swallowed harshly.

JJ and Garcia also noticed this and shared a knowing look between each other as Spencer took his usual seat right next to your usual seat.

“See something you like, Spencer?” Garcia whispered to the blushing man as she handed him a file while you took a seat next to him.

Rolling your eyes, you whispered a silent thank you to the universe when Hotch walked in and immediately began briefing the team.

At one point, Hotch turned his attention to Rossi and you felt Spencer’s hand come to rest on your knee.

“I do like your skirt,” his voice just loud enough for only you to hear.

“Thank you,” your own voice no louder.

“Do you think anyone would notice if we were a little late boarding the plane?” Spencer asked, trailing his hand ever so slightly up your thigh.

“Not at all.”

You prayed that no one noticed the smile you had to bite back or the hickey that would soon come to appear on your neck.

14. Take. It. Off.

“Please tell me that was the last box,” you huffed, taking a seat on the floor next to one of the many cardboard moving boxes placed sporadically around Spencer’s living room.

Nostalgia had struck Spencer after returning from a visit to Las Vegas to see his mother last week, prompting him to bring up the boxes of memories he kept stored in the basement of his apartment.

“There’s only one more,” Spencer assured, sliding a box labeled ‘photo albums’ out of the pathway you had created towards the door, “I’ll go get it and then we can start going through them.”

Humming in agreement, you scanned the boxes that were settled around you, wondering which one Spencer would want to open first when he returned.

Just to your right, the simple Sharpie label of ‘CHESS’ caught your attention the most. Imagining that it was most likely full of vintage chess boards that Spencer had collected over the years, you figured that was a good box to start with.

Standing up from your previous position and tearing back the tape that sealed it shut, you were pleasantly surprised to see a golden baseball hat residing at the top. Picking it up, a smile grew across your lips upon reading the black lettering of “Las Vegas Chess Champion 1989”. The thought of a little eight-year-old Spencer wearing the hat atop a mess of his untamed curls made you giggle before adorning the hat yourself.

As you began to carefully remove the chess boards that the hat had been on top of, you heard Spencer re-enter the apartment and close the door behind him.

“Babe, did you see a box mark—” Spencer stopped in the middle of his question upon seeing the familiar tone of yellow, “Where did you find that?”

“In this box with your chess boards,” your smile drooped, having expected him to be far more excited when seeing the relic.

“I thought I got rid of that,” Spencer swiftly set the box in his hands down and made a move towards you, “Please, take it off.”

“Why would you want to get rid of it?” you dodged his attempt to remove the hat from your head.

“Y/N, please,” Spencer ignored your question, the tone of his voice growing desperate, “Take. It. Off.

Before you had the chance to respond, Spencer was quick to close the space between you and wrap one arm around you while his free successfully snatched the hat from your head.

Squealing with laughter, you attempted to reach your arm just as high as Spencer’s to retrieve the hat back but settled back onto your feet when you realized your efforts were pointless.

“Alright, fine,” you feigned defeat, placing your forehead against his chest “But, Spence, why did you want to get rid of it in the first place?”

Lowering his extended arm to drop the hat on the sofa besides him, Spencer sighed, “The day after I won the chess tournament, I wore that hat to school, thinking that I was so cool,” his voice drifted off, “And well, we both know how uncool the rest of the high school already thought I was…”  

Your heart dropped at Spencer’s explanation for the embarrassment he had in regards to the baseball hat. Even if he had grown past the bullying he had experienced in school, it was obvious that some pain continued to linger.

Glancing down at the hat that was now by your leg, you smiled sadly before picking it up and placing it on Spencer’s head, right where it belonged.

“Well, if it’s any consolation, I bet you looked just as cool then as you do right now.”

And for the first time ever while wearing that hat, Spencer felt proud.

15. Well, you’re coming home with me whether you like it or not.

There were a million other places you would have rather been then an overcrowded bar right now. Most nights, you would be partaking in shots with Prentiss or singing a horrible rendition of some Journey song with Garcia and Morgan; but between the silent treatment that Spencer was giving you and the creepy stare you were receiving from a man at the bar, you had had enough of the night.

Pushing your way through the hoard of people on the dance floor, you made your way over to the spot of the bar where Morgan and JJ were stood, both of them ceasing their conversation at your arrival.

“Spencer still refusing to talk to you?” JJ asked sympathetically, being able to see the dejection that still resided on your face from the previous argument that the two of you had.

“Not a single word,” you shook your head, glancing back to see that Spencer was still sitting at the booth you had all chosen when you arrived, his eyes trained on the drink in front of him.

“So I’m just gonna head out,” you motioned towards the exit of the bar, receiving understanding nods from both of the agents.

“You go home and relax,” Morgan stepped forward to give you a hug, “I’m going to try and talk some sense into that boyfriend of yours.”

Lightly laughing for the first time in hours, you bid them both a good night before making your way back through the crowd of people and out of the bars overwhelming atmosphere.

Taking a deep breath of the fresh night air and reaching for your car keys in your purse, the sound of the door slamming caught your attention.

“Hey, there,” the voice was unrecognizable, but when you turned around, you were met with the man who had been staring at you since you entered the bar.

“Hi?” your response came out more as a question than a statement.

“I couldn’t help but notice that you left without the guy you came with,” his breath reeked with vodka as he came to stand closer to you, “And I thought maybe you’d be into leaving with me instead.”

Taking a step back, you scoffed at the complete stranger, “I’m not, at all.”

Sudden anger flashed across the man’s glazed eyes, “Well, you’re coming home with me whether you like it or not.

Even if you were a trained FBI agent, the man’s threat made your heart race and your palms go clammy.  

“Take one more step near her and I will not hesitate to shoot you,” Spencer’s voice rang clear and authoritative through the tense air, taking both you and the man by surprise.

“You don’t even have a gun,” the drunk man snarled, unmoved from his position near you.

Moving the jacket of his suit to reveal that he was in fact still carrying, Spencer spit venom in his words, “Back away from her, now.”

No longer willing to continue harassing you or run the chance of getting shot, the man was quick to practically run past you, in the complete opposite direction of Spencer.

A shaky sigh of relief had barely left your mouth before Spencer had pulled you into his arms, his own body shaking with fear at the idea of what could’ve happened if he had not come to apologize to you.

“Thank you,” you whispered against his chest, “I thought you were mad at me, I didn’t think you would come after me.”

Shaking his head, Spencer tipped his finger under your chin and made you look at him, “I will always come after you, I can’t lose you.”

Pressing a kiss against your forehead, Spencer pulled you into him once more, not yet willing to let you go.

What she says: I’m fine.

What she means: What is going on? Who are you guys? Did Patrick Spring hire you? If not then what are you? Are you detectives? No, because you’re a–you’re a bellhop! You were at the hotel! And you––you’re who? What, the FBI? No? Then how does the FBI figure into this? Who shot Ned? How did you know that Farah Black was going to be in that apartment? I mean what kind of crazy coincidence is that? Where’s the kitten? And where’s my dog? Why did you burn down my house? Who has my dog right now? Is it the police? Do the police have my dog? Who beat up Ed and Zed? Was it your guys? Other guys? How many different sets of guys are in this situation? How does Patrick Spring be in two places at the same time?

Kill Zone - Part 2: Kill Shot

Characters: Reader (Special Agent Y/N Singer), Sam Winchester, Special Agent Castiel Novak,  Dean Winchester, Cindy Stevenson (OC), Ella McKenzie (OC),   

Pairing: AU Dean x Reader (eventually)

Warnings: Guns, talk of murder, talk of character deaths, Dean is a being an ass, Cas is being a jerk,  

Word Count: 4400ish

A/N: This is a serial killer AU of sorts. Not the typical kind, but it has all the deaths and violence this kinda AU bring with it. It was sorta inspired by Criminal Minds and that is why my agents are profilers.

This series will have deaths, violence, love, heartwarming moments and everything in between. I am hereby warning you for yet another rollercoaster ride led by me ;)

Thanks to the amazing @percywinchester27 for being my advisor and beta on this one.

***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***


You were absently rubbing your wrist as you stared towards the house. You hadn’t wanted to leave but Sam had insisted, and Cas had practically dragged you out of there.

“Are you okay?” Cas asked, nodding towards your arm, as you looked up with a confused expression on your face.

“Yeah…” you pulled up your sleeve, showing Cas your arm with a smile, “See, no bruises. Just a little sore. That’s all.”

Cas wasn’t convinced till he had taken a good look at your arm himself, letting out a relieved sigh once he had, “I’m sorry Y/N. I should have warned you. Dean has a bit of a temper.”

“I noticed,” you replied wryly, looking back towards the house with the two Winchesters still inside. “What happened between the two of you? I mean Sam knew you, but he didn’t seem angry with you. Dean on the other hand…”

You looked up at Cas, who was no longer looking at you. His eyes rested on Dean’s cabin, but his mind seemed to be far away. “It’s a long story Y/N, and not really mine to tell,” Cas answered, making you even more curious.

You tilted your head slightly, carefully studying Cas’ expression before speaking again, “You’re friends. You are mad at him right now, but you still consider him a friend.”

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serious | s.r.

word count: 1475

warnings: self consciousness, mild swearing

a/n: requested by my fave gal ever! (not gonna say name bc she doesn’t want me to but btw ILY) also this hit me in the feels because i honestly feel this way every living day.

summary: reader is the shortest on the team and isn’t usually taken seriously by police departments they work with.


It wasn’t uncommon for the sheriff or police chief you were working with to ask if you were old enough to be an FBI agent. You were older than Spencer by a year and a half, but it didn’t matter when everyone else towered over you and you didn’t have a title like Spencer that could help your case.

You’d think someone as tough as you wouldn’t care, but all it does is remind you of your middle school and high school years when everyone said things about you that they thought you didn’t hear, but you did.

Every time you and the BAU went and joined a department on a case, it felt like high school all over again. Everyone, except the team, was giving you weird looks that said, “I thought you had to be twenty-three to join the FBI.” You were twenty-nine.

No one on the team knew how you felt, you didn’t want to burden them with the thought. You kept it to yourself, but you can’t keep everything from a group of profilers. Reid was the first to notice something was wrong.

You, Reid, and the rest of the team were in New York to investigate a string of murders in the Albany area. You had so much anxiety walking into the police department, knowing it was going to be the same as it always is.

“Nice to meet you,” Hotch said, shaking the hand of the police chief, “My name is SSA agent Aaron Hotchner, and this is my team, Emily Prentiss, Jennifer Jareau, Y/n Y/l/n, Derek Morgan, David Rossi, and Dr. Spencer Reid.”

Just as you expected, the police chief’s eyes lingered on you for a second more before turning her eyes back to Hotch. “Nice to meet you, too. Follow me, we have the case files in here.” She said, taking a second glance back at you, as you all followed her.

Spencer noticed how anxious you were, and he noticed the police chief as she kept looking at you. She whispered something into another officer’s ear and he just shook his head. Of course, they thought you didn’t see it, but of course, you saw it. Your face felt red as you directed your attention back to the case.

Yes, Spencer felt bad, but he didn’t know what he could do. He didn’t understand why exactly it bothered him so much that you were bothered. Sure, you were best friends, but it wasn’t that. He felt different, and now that he thought about it, he had felt different about you for a long time. This is why it hurt to see you like that.

Within the week, you and the team solved the case and you were more than relieved to finally go home to D.C. and back to your apartment where you could bask in the fact that no one that was around you.

But something was wrong. When you arrived home, all the feelings and emotions you had kept bottled up inside finally broke out and you realized you couldn’t take it anymore. You sat down on your couch, resting your elbows on your knees and your head in your hands, the tears that had been longing to erupt finally spilled.

It hurt so much, it was agony and you wished just for once to be taken seriously, just once. What is it worth having this job if you embarass yourself everytime you get a case.

The very next day, you walked into Hotch’s office. Your heart was beating out of your chest, “Am I actually going through with this?” You asked yourself.

“Y/l/n, is something wrong?” He asked looking up from his desk.

“I want to apply for resignation,” You replied, there was an obvious shock that spread across his face.

“Are you sure about this?” Hotch asked.

“I’m sure.” You finished, and with that you walked out of his office, leaving him to wonder what caused the sudden change. You adored your job, you wanted to be an FBI agent since you were young, and now it’s all crashing down.

* * *

When you got home, the only thing in your mind was the memory frim earlier, replaying in your head and it hurt like hell. On your kitchen counter, sat a framed photo of you and your team, all out a dinner for your birthday last year.

The photo itself wasn’t emotional, but the fact you were leaving all these amazing people behind felt worse than being shot at close range. A wave of realization hit you, “I’m leaving.” Tears flowed from your eyes as you sank to the ground.

“My god, what am I doing?” You whispered through the sobs. These were your best friends, and then there was Spencer. Just the thought of not seeing him everyday, it made you not want to leave.

You got up, and forced yourself to stop crying. “Just relax, relax.” You said as you laid down on your couch and turned on the television. It was Harry Potter weekend on Freeform and the third movie, Prisoner of Azkaban, was on.

There was a knock at the door which caught you off guard and made you jump. You got up and looked through the peep hole to see who it was; Spencer Reid. There was no doubt in your mind that Hotch had told the rest of the team about you resigning. You opened the door, not knowing that your eyes were still red from crying.

“Hotch, he told me about you wanting to quit.” He said softly. “You’ve been crying, you don’t want to leave?”

“Yes, I do, but at the same time, I don’t. I just don’t know, but what I do know is that I’m sick and tired of not being taken seriously.” You replied, looking up at him. You opened the door more so that he could come in.

“Is that why the police chief was…” His voice trailed, but you nodded, you knew how he was going to finish the sentence. You sat down on the couch and he sat right next to you, putting an arm around your shoulder.

“It’s been like this for as long as I can remember. I didn’t think I’d ever have to deal with people whispering about me when I was out of high school. Everything is supposed to be okay when you’re an adult, people aren’t supposed to do that anymore. I couldn’t wait to graduate because I just wanted to be treated like everyone else, and now I know that’s never gonna happen.” You said, as a soft laugh escaped your lips through the tears that rolled down your cheeks.

“Please, please don’t go through with the resignation.” He said, he hated seeing you like this, but he didn’t know what he would do if you left. He’d miss all the decorations you put up whenever the holidays come around and he’d miss your smile, and your laugh, but he didn’t know if a simple ‘please’ would be enough to make you stay, since you were obviously hurting. “I know that might not be enough to make you stay, but honestly, I have no idea what I’d do without you and I can’t stand seeing you hurting like this.”

“There’s, er, another reason why I’m leaving, but I don’t think I should tell you.” You said, not knowing whether you should tell him or not.

“Tell me, please.” He insisted.

“Well, um, there’s this person and they’re really amazing, and I think I like them as more than a friend, but they’ll never feel the same way since they’re them and I’m, I’m me.” You finished, you felt your bottom lip quivering as you spoke. The anxiety of the situation made your blood run cold.

“I think you should just tell them,” Spencer said, even though his heart sunk knowing you were in love with someone else.

“I just did.” You whispered enought so he could hear. He looked down at your y/e/c eyes, they were glazed over with tears, “Forget it, I shouldn’t have said anythi-” He cut you off, connecting his lips to your slightly chapped ones.

“Please don’t resign, Y/n/n.” He said, he was the only one who called you that.

You hesitated, contemplating your choice, “Okay,” You said softly, “I tell Hotch to cancel it.” You finished, smiles spreading across both of your faces

AU: High School Reunion

AU: Fake Dating. Prompt: It’s my high school reunion and I need a hot date so I can rub it in the faces of the people who hated me + personal plot request

Characters: Spencer Reid x reader

Gender: Any/Neutral     Triggers: None     Words: 1,288

Originally posted by toyboxboy

You sighed to yourself as Derek left your office. Of course he had an important meeting on the day of your reunion. The thought of cancelling crossed your mind. But you knew that if you didn’t go, the others would start rumors about why. You needed to go. To show them that you were successful. You didn’t need a date, but it would have made it so much better to see their faces fall seeing that you had succeeded so much more that they did. 

You leaned back in your chair, sighing, then shot up at the idea that popped into your head. Rising and leaving your office you looked around for the young genius who could be your saving grace. Seeing him standing in from of the case billboard you approached him slowly.

“Spence?” you said quietly, not wanting to startle him.

Turning he smiled at you “Hey y/n”

“Uh…listen I wanted to ask you something, a favor kind of. But you can say no” you said, gaining his attention.

Turning fully towards you he squinted “Okay, what is it?”

“Uh, I have a school reunion coming up in a few days and I kind of wanted a date to come with me to pretend to be my boyfriend…. Derek was gonna go but he has a meeting in D.C.”

“Oh, Um, I guess I could go” he said

“Really?! Oh wait, I forgot to mention…it’s kind of in England…” you trailed off “Probably should have mentioned that first”

“You went to high school in England?”

“Yeah, well they don’t really have high school, it’s just called secondary school, but it’s basically the same thing”

He just nodded his head “Okay”

“Okay? No questions? No ifs, and’s, or buts? Not even wandering why I need a fake boyfriend?”

“No, I get it, to show people your happier than they thought you would be. It’s pretty common actually. Besides,, I’ve never been to one, a high school reunion, I never went to mine so it would be cool to see one, even if it’s in England”

You stared at him, in mild surprise “Great, um so I’ll call the travel agency and have Derek’s ticket changed to your name and I’ll bring it to you tomorrow!” You said excited at you ran back to your office.


The plane ride was decent enough, long but fine. After arriving in your hotel, that you made sure was double beds, you and Reid immediately went to bed, it was a long flight and you two were to tired to go exploring. But the next morning was nice, you and Reid managed to go have breakfast, and you showed Reid some of your old favorite places to hang out. That evening was the reunion and you were definitely nervous.

“You okay?” Reid asked as you nervously checked over your outfit again 

“Huh? Oh fine, I just…I didn’t get along with a lot of people at my school, they thought I was too smart for my own good and they were always convinced I would never become as successful as I hoped”

‘But you did right?” he asked approaching you “You’re one of the U.S’s top linguistics experts and you work with the FBI as a profiler, I would say that’s pretty successful” he said encouragingly.

You smiled at him “Me too”

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Fragments - Part 8

Word Count: 3488

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of being roofied? 

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“Y/N!” Donna beamed so bright her smile could light up the night sky.

You smiled and pushed your hair behind your ear. “I uh…I got your message and I thought since I was close I’d stop in…unless it’s a bad time…”

“Never a bad time for you, get in here!” She practically pulled you inside, yanking you into a bone-crushing hug. “Dean called and said you were alive, I didn’t believe him, but here you are.”

“Here I am.”

“So…wanna get blingo’d, eat a buncha junk food, and have a girl’s night?”

“God, yes.” You smiled. “I see why we’re friends.”

Donna opened her home to you and let you use her shower while she ordered all kinds of take out. She laughed it off when you told her you had no idea what foods you liked best and said she’d take good care of you. You trusted her in that regard.

You walked out of the bathroom, your hair thrown up in a messy ponytail, wearing a pair of sweatpants and one of Dean’s flannels you’d stolen. Donna gave you a knowing smirk as you sat down next to her on the couch, peering into one of the takeout bags. “That’s Dean’s. Smells just like ‘em.” She laughed. “You take it or did he give it to ya?”

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Summary: You are now a Pre-K teacher and you meet Jaebum, a single dad.

Genre: Romance, teacher, single dad

Warnings: smut in later chapters, swearing

Author’s Note: I am so sorry for the wait. This chapter was written in kind of a rush. School started this week, and I am already stressed because I already had two chapter tests like what the heck? WHO GIVES CHAPTER TESTS THE FIRST WEEK? I don’t know how often I’ll update now that school has arrived. I plan on writing every weekend. I am thinking of starting another Jaebum series too. I will see how my schedule works, and I promise the make time for this :) because I want to continue this story as much as possible. I am super sorry how bad this chapter is. It’s not my best, but I hope you guys like it.

Originally posted by jbssi

You couldn’t say you knew Jaebum that well, because frankly you didn’t. You didn’t know much about him. You only met him in September, and now he was found dead in mid-October. And during the time you knew him, he saved you so many times. I mean… you even slept with him. That was only a few days ago, but now he was dead. The FBI said he was shot… and they decided to cremate him in England. The boys objected, but the British FBI was abrupt. Of course you were depressed; you had grown fond of his personality… but the boys were even more depressed. Jaebum was their partner in crime, they trained together, and became FBI agents together. And to lose him so suddenly.. that was what hurt the most. Apparently Jackson and Mark had to break the news to Jaehwan and Jaebum’s parents. Not only was Jaehwan’s mother a criminal, but now Jaebum was dead. He would never see his father again. Later you found out the truth about Ashley’s father. Jaebum’s dad did in fact kill him during the car chase and your father was present. He was Jaebum’s fathers best friend, and unofficially his partner in crime. So basically, Jaehwan’s grandpa killed his other grandpa. Jaebum’s father had no idea he killed Ashley’s father. He barely knew Ashley. Jaebum wasn’t very open about his relationships apparently. His mom insisted in his senior year of high school for him to bring her for dinner. When he did, she went snooping around the house and found the killer of her father in some files. When Jaebum told his parents about her pregnancy, they only thing the Im’s knew was that she was his high school sweetheart and didn’t inquire much considering it was Jaebum’s mistake for a pregnancy at age 19…  His parent’s said they were disappointed in Jaebum. Jaebum was very private during her pregnancy. He wouldn’t reveal much even when his friends asked because of the embarrassment; but he supported and helped Ashley throughout even though she had been cheating on him, and there were relationship problems. Then she left Jaebum with Jaehwan and Jaebum didn’t know how to really explain it to his parents. His parents said they would come visit that night because they were curious themselves; he was their new grand child after all. But the mother left Jaehwan. Forever. When Jaebum opened the door with tears stained on his shirt and face, his parents helped him care for Jaehwan. As much as they were saddened by the unfortunate events of their 19 year old Jaebum, they couldn’t help but care for this  beautiful newborn. Jaebum always avoided topics about Ashley with his family. His parents always tried to pry for more information. They were in disbelief that she left, and questioned why Jaebum would date such a girl, but one day Jaebum just broke and told them not to ask. That was the last time Ashley’s name was spoken out loud. If only Jaebum’s father had looked into her family name, then maybe everything could have been saved perhaps? Maybe people could explain to her that what was done was done. It was for the better. Her father was a criminal. 

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Remember, I Love You - Stiles Stilinski

Author- @maddie110201

Pairing-  Stiles x Reader

Words- 2,025

Warnings- just fluff and a bit of angst

AN: So @ninja-stiles​ wanted a fic based off of the gif below and so I decided to give her what she wants! Thanks to @thelittlestkitsune​ for helping with the idea and @mf-despair-queen​ for proofreading. Also i wrote this in 45 minutes so idk if its that good.

Originally posted by admireforever

Three months. It had been three months since you’ve seen Stiles. Three months of no touching, no kissing, and no Stiles. Yes, you’ve talked on the phone and you’ve FaceTimed a couple of times, but nothing compared to actually being in the presence of the sarcastic, mole-speckled boy.

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Bad Apple

Pairing: ReaderXReid

Prompt: You get more than you bargained for when you have to deal with a sexist cop only to have Spencer defend you.

Warnings: sexist comments, like realllllllyyyyy sexist comments, swearing, angry Spencer Reid

A/N: the things the police officer says does not represent my personal opinions at all

“You have to be kidding me.” you heard an unfamiliar voice speak from behind you as you worked to empty the file boxes of all their papers. 

You had just gotten to the small city that had recently been hit by a string of murders and you and Reid had been ordered to go to the police department and begin setting everything up while the rest of the team hit up the most recent crime scene. Spencer had just left to get coffee for the two of you so you were well aware the voice didn’t belong to him. You turned in your spot and looked to see a policeman standing in the doorway, a look of utter annoyance on his face.

“Oh I’m sorry, is this your desk? I can move.” you apologized, glancing down at the now paper covered desk.

“No, it’s fine.” the man responded, rubbing his forehead before entering the room completely. “I just didn’t expect that when they said I would be dealing with the BAU they meant someone like.” he sighed.

“What is someone like me?” you asked, unsure wither or not to be offended yet. Perhaps this was some pathetic pick-up line that you had heard millions of times before, or maybe it was him commenting on your age seeing as how you were fairly young to be in the FBI let alone the BAU.

“A woman.” the man muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose as if your presence was giving him a headache. You just looked at him, your mouth open and your brow furrowed, wondering if you had misheard the words that had just come out of his mouth. 

“Excuse me?” you questioned again, looking for him to say a different word from what you thought he had said.

“A woman.” he repeated, looking up at you. “Do I need to say it slower or something?” he asked. You let out a small scoff, half expecting him to start laughing and saying that you had been punked. However he continued to look at you with genuine concern on his face as if he was worried you still didn’t understand.

“And what’s the issue with me being a woman?” you asked, crossing your arms over your chest.

“I mean there’s no issue with you being a woman, just women don’t belong in the FBI.” he stated as if his opinion were fact. “I really don’t even understand how a woman gets into the FBI.” he continued, now crossing his own arms over his chest.

“We go through ROTC training and graduate from the academy just like everyone else.” you stated back. You were all for everyone having their own opinions but this was beginning to get on your nerves. 

“Who do you have to blow to graduate from the academy?” the man snorted, causing your jaw to clench and your fist to ball up, anger flooding your body with each chuckle that came from his lips.

“Does your wife know you think this about women?” you asked, attempting to calm yourself and attack him with words rather than with actual fists.

“I’m not married.” he responded.

“Well jee I wonder why.” you snapped back only to have the man raise his arms up in the air, shrugging his shoulders and stepping back slightly.

“Damn, if I had known it was that time of the month I wouldn’t have even walked in here.” he chuckled. 

“Excuse me but what did you just say to her?” the all too familiar voice of Spencer spoke before you were able to snap back at the man. You turned to see Spencer standing in the doorway, a cup of coffee in both his hands.

“I just said that if I had known she was on the rag I wouldn’t have walked in here.” the man restated while Spencer walked into the room and put the coffee down on an empty desk before stepping forward so he was feet away from the man. “Listen, I don’t want any trouble.” the man laughed as if Spencer was an old friend of his. “I was just asking her how the hell a woman made it into the FBI and then she just went off on me.”

Originally posted by toyboxboy

“She got into the FBI because she is not only an extremely intelligent person but also an extremely capable person physically.” Spencer answered, his voice laced with annoyance. “The other woman on our team are the same way, I would even go as far to say they outsmart the men on our team.”

“Oh, I get it now.” the man spoke, raising his finger as if he had just made some big discovery. “You’re the one she fucked to get a spot on the BAU.”

You felt your finger nails dig into your palms as you tried to restrain yourself from punching the man in the face. 

“(Y/N) didn’t fuck anyone to get to where she is today. She graduated from an elite college unlike you and took ROTC courses whilst getting her graduates degree in college. She completed the academy top of her class and then applied to become part of the BAU. Her application was accepted right away because of how amazing everything about her was. That’s how she got here, not by fucking anyone.” Spencer snapped out. You watched as his face turned a light red from the anger rushing through his body. “And if you really want to spend so much of your energy attacking her for being ten times more successful and likable than you than by all means go for it but realize that by opening your mouth and insulting her and what she’s accomplished you also insult me and the rest of the team and although she’s restraining herself from breaking your nose right now I can’t say that the rest of the team will.”

The man stood in silence watching as Spencer caught his breath, his body finally cooling down off of the intense anger it had felt only moments before.

“Now get out of my sight.” he spoke once he had his breath back, the man blinking before dropping his head slightly and walking out of the door, leaving just you and Spencer in silence in the room. You looked at him for a moment before a small smile came to your face.

“Thank you.” you said in a small whisper, not wanting the man to even hear your voice anymore. 

“I know you don’t need me to defend you but I just can’t listen to ignorance like that insulting the person I lo-” he cut himself off almost immediately.

However you didn’t catch his slight slip up as you just smiled again and walked past him, grabbing the two coffee’s from the desk and returning back to Spencer’s side, handing him one of the cups before taking a sip out of your own.

Infatuation - Part 7

Originally posted by got7kings


Summary: You are now a Pre-K teacher and you meet Jaebum, a single dad. 

Genre: Romance, teacher, crime, murder, single dad

Warnings: smut in later chapters, swearing

Definition of Pre-K: teacher for children at the age of 4

“So this is my house.” Yugyeom told you as you entered his living room.

You and Yugyeom had went to your house, so you could pack your essentials. As much as you tried to avoid it, it looked like you were actually going to be staying with Yugyeom. 

“Here I’ll show you the guest room.”

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A Picture Requires a Thousand Words

by: mldrgrl
Rating: PG
Summary: Based on a picture prompt by @sunflowerseedsandscience.  Photo is part of the story!

They’d been poring over photos and notes at Mulder’s apartment for over two hours, trying desperately to make a breakthrough in their investigation before someone else got hurt.  At some point, Scully’s stomach growled, too loudly to ignore.  Mulder offered to order a pizza, which Scully gratefully accepted.  

In the break to order food, Scully stood and stretched.  They’d gone straight from work to Mulder’s apartment and her feet were starting to feel the effects of being trapped in high heeled boots all day.  Hesitantly, though she didn’t think Mulder would care if she took her shoes off, she unzipped her boots and breathed a sigh of relief as she freely flexed her toes.

“Make yourself at home, Scully,” Mulder said with a chuckle.

Her cheeks burned slightly and she ducked her head to let her hair fall from over her ear to hide her face.  “Sorry, I didn’t think you’d mind.”

“Of course I don’t mind.  Whatever you want to take off Scully, you go right ahead.”

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Good Enough

Originally posted by stunudo

Request: Can you do an imagine where y/n isn’t taken seriously because she’s cute and bubbly and childish and when her ex boyfriend gets into the Academy he breaks up with her because she isn’t serious enough, so she works her cute butt off to get into the Academy and meets Reid who helps her get into the BAu and her ex doesn’t even make it in the top half of their class? (Basically a legally blonde version of criminal minds?)- Anon

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Words: 1,339

A/N: I’m sorry this took a while but here it is. This is my first Criminal Minds/Reid fic and it was much longer when I started. I wasn’t happy about how it turned out so I cut some parts, did a few tweakings and this was the final result. Let me know what you think!

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