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Matt (or chris) fic where the reader is like sooo distant that matt (or Chris) become desperate to know what's wrong? Like to the point where he's begging her.
"Please. I NEED to know what's wrong so I can fix it."
PLS 🤭🤭
I’ll Always Be There For You – (M.S.)
Pairing: Matt Sturniolo x Fem!Reader
Summary: When you begin to face problems, you distance yourself from the one person you know you could go to and he notices.
Word Count: 670+
Warning/s — OOC idk help / Nothing (???)
A/N: I dont think I followed this request fully soz, WHERE HES BEGGINGGG OH SO UR SICK.
You had no intention of putting up a wall between you and Matt. It didn’t serve any purposes and you knew that. You also knew talking about what was going on would help in a way. So why were you suddenly doing things different?
You weren’t sure yourself.
And you had thought you were doing a subtle job at doing so, until you apparently weren’t when you received a text saying ‘Unlock your door. Be there in fifteen, let’s talk about you.’
‘Let’s talk about you’, let’s! Or, we can talk about how many… insults were thrown at you a day, ultimately bringing your mood down for over a week. Just for being in a relationship with your boyfriend.
Upon reading that message, your eyebrows furrowed. You wanted to tell him no, that you weren’t able to hang out or talk. But as you reevaluated his message, you realized he had sent it almost ten minutes ago, earning a groan. You ran a hand through your hair as you slipped on your shoes. Quickly making your way into your living room and towards the front door, refraining from, yet again, letting out a noise of frustration when you heard a car, his car, pull into your driveway.
Accepting your defeat, you unlocked and opened the front door. Crossing your arms over your chest, waiting for him.
When his figure appears from around the corner, you still. “Hi,” you manage to say, your voice cracking in the process. Well! “I don’t know if I can talk for long, what happened—”
“Are you okay?” Matt interjected, his tone stern, completely ignoring what you had just said.
“I— What?” You stammered, tilting your head. “I’m fine, are you okay?”
“Don’t lie to me.” Quickly adding, “Please.”
As you locked eyes with him, you could sense his concern, and it triggered a pang of guilt within you. You’ve had this discussion before, coming up with a solution that did work for a while, until it didn’t. And as if he could see right through you, he spoke once more. “You can tell me, Y/N. Anything. You know that.”
Your shoulders slumped, “I know.”
“Then what’s wrong,” He softly spoke, gently grasping both your hands. Slowly guiding you backwards, allowing the two of you to enter your house. Releasing your hands momentarily, he turned around and securely shut the door, locking it.
As you continue to remain silent, he lowers his head so he’s eye-to-eye with you, his hands moving to your shoulders, “Please. I need to know in order to help, Y/N. Let me help you.”
Reluctantly, you give in. “If you say I’m being overdramatic—”
He chuckles, rolling his eyes. “I won’t, of course I won’t. You know I won’t.”
“Right,” you murmur, “I know I said I wouldn’t check my comments on anything, but I was curious. I saw what was being said about me, and it just, I don’t know.”
Matt’s expression softens even more (if possible), “You should’ve told me. I could’ve said something.”
You looked down, causing your hair to cascade over your shoulder. Seeing this, he raised his hand and gently tucked some of your hair behind your ear. With his hand now on your cheek, you fought the temptation to lean into his touch as you uttered your next words. “You have already and clearly, it didn’t matter. Listen, it’s fine, I’m fine. Like I said, it just put me in a mood for a couple days.”
“It’s not, though.” The boy mumbled, holding your gaze. “You shouldn’t be criticized for being with me, and I’m sorry. I’ll talk with Nick and Chris about it, we can say something about it again, yeah?”
You allowed a smile to slowly make its way onto you face, “Okay, yeah.”
As he embraces you, his hands gently encircle your waist, drawing you closer. Your arms instinctively find their place around his neck. “Do you want to stay? We can watch a movie or something.”
“I thought you said you couldn’t talk for long,” he muttered against your neck, laughing as you pulled away soon after. “I’m kidding, yes.”
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#LOVE! 💞🎀💖
Vice.
Synopsis - Everyone on the team has their vices. It just so happens that yours is sat across the table looking at you.
Pairing - Luke Alvez x Female Reader
Warnings - smut. cursing. luke has a gorgeous filthy mouth.
Age Rating - 18+
Word Count - 1.6k
Author's Note - my baby my baby my BAAAAAABY!! I have been in love with this man for years and years and I can't believe I haven't written more for him. if you ever have a luke request, please send it to me. love him with my whole heart <3
as always, reblogs, comments and feedback (even anonymous feedback!!) are immensely appreciated!! your reblogs are the only way to circulate my fics, which keeps me going <3
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Vice - a weakness of character or behaviour; a bad habit. "Cigars happen to be my father's vice."
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"Italian food."
The entire team laughs, faces illuminated by the warm yellow lights in Rossi's backyard.
"Yeah, no shit," Tara retorts, looking pointedly at Dave. "Doesn't take a behavioural analyst to figure that one out."
"Look, you asked the question, I answered."
He reclines back in his chair and takes a sip of his wine, looking around the table.
"Okay Tara, you go. What's your vice?"
She chuckles to herself before confessing.
"Super steamy period romances."
Everyone bursts into more laughter.
"Wait, what?"
"What kind?"
She's clutching at her sides as she answers.
"All kinds! Movies, books, TV shows. If it has corsets and sex, I'm in."
Your cheeks are aching from smiling so hard. You're not sure who first raised the initial question, but it's really allowed you to get to know each other a little bit deeper.
"Okay, enough about me. Simmons, what's your vice?"
"I have six kids. I don't have time for a vice."
He sounds serious, but he's grinning as he says it.
"I think the six kids are a result of an old vice."
The words leave your mouth before you can stop them, several glasses of wine almost obliterating your verbal filter. Your team howl with laughter.
"No comment," Matt wheezes, wiping tears from his eyes. "Golfing is a safer option now. No risk of unplanned surprises."
"I had to change mine after kids, too," JJ chimes in. "I used to smoke cigarettes after bad cases, but I can't anymore. What kinda mom would I be if I lectured the boys about the dangers of nicotine, and then got caught chain smoking in the backyard?"
"A cool one," you shrug, yelping when she jokingly punches you in the arm.
"What about you, hotshot?" she asks, the whole team turning their attention to you. "What's your vice?"
You desperately avoid any eye contact, trying to play it cool. You just know Luke has that glint in his eye as he looks at you pointedly.
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"Oh, fuck," you groan, fingers threading into the dark curls of his hair.
"Shhh, honey," he murmurs, lifting his head from between your legs to look up at you. "You and I both know how much trouble we'll be in if we get caught."
He dives back in, tongue gliding and flicking all the spots that make you keen. You slap one hand over your mouth, the other grappling to hold onto the leather beneath you.
"Bet you'd like that, wouldn't you?" he taunts, condescension dripping from his tone. "The thrill turns you on, doesn't it, baby? The risk of getting caught only makes you hotter."
You whine against your palm, bucking your hips to urge him to keep going.
"What do you want, princesa? Tell me what you want and I'll give it to you."
He loves this. Loves hearing you beg. Loves having you relinquish complete control and let him take care of you. Loves that he can turn you, the most independent, headstrong woman he knows, into a whining, needy mess.
"Fingers," you croak out. "Make me come, Luke, please."
He grins up at you like the cat who got the cream, self satisfied smirk never leaving his lips.
"Okay, baby," he soothes. "Since you asked so pretty."
He slides two fingers into you with embarrassing ease, crooking them in the way he knows you like.
"Oh, sweet girl, what would the team think? Huh? What do you think they'd say if they saw you like this, letting me finger fuck you in the backseat of my car in the parking garage?"
He's muttering lowly, under his breath, but you hear him clear as day. He loves to patronise you, tease you, get under your skin. In everyday life, he treats you with the utmost respect. In bed, not so much. You love it.
"Couldn't even wait until we got home. Poor baby, just had to take the edge off."
His eyes meet yours, like a magnetic force. His gaze is so dark, it has you squirming in place.
"It was the shirt," you choke out. "Fucking shirt."
"Hmm?" he hums against you, the vibrations pulling you closer to the edge.
"Your shirt," you moan as his thumb finds your clit. "Makes your arms look so, fuck, so big."
Oh, you shouldn't have said that. You can practically see his ego inflating.
"I'll let you wear it tomorrow morning, if you want. If you can still walk by then, that is."
You're right on the precipice, orgasm almost within reach. If he keeps talking to you like this, you'll be at the finish line in no time.
"Oh, I've got a better idea. Why don't I fuck you in it?"
The idea makes your head spin, sending you straight into your climax. Sharp white heat licks up your spine, curling your toes and arching your back. Your grip tightens in his hair and he groans, low and honeyed.
"That's it, baby," he's murmuring. "Ride it out. Good girl."
You finally relax, melting into the leather seats. Luke crawls from his position to lean over you, resting his body onto yours. He kisses you gently at first, then dirtier as you come back to yourself.
"My place or yours?" he whispers against your lips.
"Yours is closer."
"Mine it is."
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"Hello? Earth to Hotshot?"
JJ nudges you playfully, grinning at you from ear to ear.
"What you thinking about?"
"Nothing," you stutter, clearing your throat. "Nothing at all."
You make the mistake of lifting your gaze from your lap. There, staring at you from across the table, is Luke Alvez. You almost wish you could slap that smug smirk off of his face.
"Come on, girl!" Tara hollers.
"Everyone has a vice," Spencer begins. "You have to. Especially in our line of work. We have to have some kind of outlet. Some sort of release."
Release. You almost choke on your wine, patting yourself on the chest.
"Yeah, no. I, uh, I like British reality TV. I guess that's mine."
The team laugh, everyone teasing you relentlessly. You risk a glance at Luke, and regret it immediately. He runs his tongue over his bottom lip and chuckles, knowing look in his eye. You're petrified for a moment that he can read your mind.
"Okay then Spence. Your turn," you prompt, desperate to take the attention off yourself.
Spencer starts rambling about quantum physics, and you breathe a sigh of relief.
Relief.
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"Yeah, this is what you needed, isn't it baby?"
You try to respond, but Luke's huge hands wrapped around your throat are making it a little difficult.
"My poor sweet girl, just needed some relief huh? You sick of being in charge all the time? You want me to take care of you?"
His tone is low and melted, the timbre of it settling into your bones. All you can do is whine and nod your head in response.
His hips repeatedly snap into yours, his body melded to you. He's completely smothering you with his weight, but you don't mind. You like the closeness.
You lean up to kiss him, allowing him to slip his tongue into your mouth. He's swallowing your moans, leaning his head forward to rest against yours.
"Fuck, you sound so pretty," he groans. "You gonna come for me, mama? Give me what I want?"
"Yes," you breathe. "Yes. Please, baby. Please."
"Who am I to deny you when you beg so fucking sweet?"
The hand that's not around your throat snakes between your sweat slicked bodies to rub circles on your clit, throwing you over the edge.
Your back arches, hips writhing on Luke's soft cotton sheets. You're squeezing him so tight he's seeing stars.
"Oh fuck baby, oh fuck."
Luke goes boneless, dropping his head into the crook of your neck. He releases his grip on your throat and wraps both arms around you, pressing you together impossibly closer.
"We get better at this every time," he chuckles.
You smack him jokingly, before bursting into laughter. Soon, the two of you are crying happy tears, revelling in the afterglow.
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"I'm gonna get a refill. Anyone need anything from the kitchen?"
You stand from your seat and make your way inside, taking note of the replies.
"I'll help you," Luke says, rising to join you. Neither of you see the way everyone at the table looks at each other knowingly.
You're barely through the door when you feel him against you, wrapping his arms around you from behind. He presses a kiss onto your shoulder, murmuring in your ear.
"I'm your vice, aren't I?"
You shake your head, breathing out a laugh.
"In your dreams, Alvez."
He nips at your neck before continuing.
"Admit it. I'm your dirty little bad habit that you just can't kick."
You turn in his arms to face him, running your fingers through his hair.
"Talk the talk all you want, Luke. You and I both know this works both ways."
Your quirk your brow at him, and he leans in and kisses you chastely.
"Old habits die hard, huh?" he grins.
"Wouldn't have it any other way," you smirk back.
Outside, the team decide they'll continue to let you both lie to them for a little while longer. It's more fun for everyone that way.
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GODDDDDD BLESS U. 😭😭😭😭
Perhaps a Mattheo Riddle ff whereas maybe reader and him get into a FIGHT!!! And they lowkkk end off bad terms and then like timeskip 3 weeks later or something and Mattheo gets into a fight and shows up at her door because she would OH MY GODDDD SHE WOULD ALWAYS TEND TO HIS WOUNDS 😭😭😭😭😭😭
PATCH ME UP
Mattheo Riddle x fem!reader [ angst , fluff ]
"You're such an asshole!" You yelled, your brows furrowed so deep, they could scar. Mattheo rolled his eyes as if he was brushing you off, "you're being dramatic, it's not that serious." His tone was calm, but you could hear the subtleness of his anger.
"It is that serious. I'm so sick of you ignoring the things I say." Your volume was lower, but your frustration wasn't. You just wanted him to listen, to understand, but he made it seem like that was impossible. Mattheo just stood there, blankly watching you shake your head at him. "Just get out." As soon as your words reached his ears, his expression changed immediately.
His eyebrows were now creased in confusion and slight disbelief. "What?" He mumbled, his words dripping with worry. "I said get out." You repeated, your irritated evident in your voice. You had never been this angry with Mattheo. "I can't leave without making up. We can't just fight and let it linger."
You cut him off, your irritation levels rising. "It's not that serious, just get out." Mattheo rolled his eyes at the use of his previous words, giving up and deciding to leave you alone. "Fine." He muttered, now sounding disappointed and defeated. Mattheo exited your home, closing the door behind him with a slowness as if he was waiting for you to stop him. But you didn't. You watched him walk away, the same anger bubbling deep inside you.
Three weeks later.
The air is cold, darkness accompanying you as you let out a deep sigh. You were currently seated on the sofa of your living room, mindlessly searching through the limited channels for something interesting. Though it has been three weeks, you haven't been able to get over the mess of events that occurred between you and Mattheo. You wondered if he was also thinking about you the same way you were thinking of him. Suddenly, a knock sounds from your door, immediately catching your attention.
Your eyebrows furrow as you pull yourself from the soft cushions and make your way to the door. You weren't expecting anyone, so who could it be? Your mental question is soon answered as you pull the door open, revealing the man that stood in your living room weeks prior. Instead of the previous distressed look, his face now held one of vulnerability and shame as he looked at you.
You could see the embarrassment swirling in his eyes as he cleared his throat awkwardly whilst looking off to the side, "I didn't have anywhere else to go and you.. usually patch me up." He mutters, the volume of his voice was very low. You inspect his reopened wounds, along with a few new ones. Sighing, you open the door wider for him, allowing the boy to enter as you led him to your bathroom.
Without a word, you retrieve the kit you created to aid you with tending to his wounds. Opening the case, you let out a sigh. "Is there a reason for this fight?" Your tone was unimpressed and flat, making his shame burn hotter inside of him. "Yes." Mattheo muttered, completely avoiding eye contact with you as you dabbed an alcohol pad on the open wound. A moment of silence occurs before you speak up, "are you gonna tell me?"
Mattheo let out a bundle of air before finally meeting your eyes as he spoke. "I was really frustrated about our fight and I just needed someone to take it out on." He defended softly, a hint of defeat still present. "It's been three weeks. You're that frustrated after three weeks?" A chuckle escapes your mouth as you rub a cream on the now clean wounds.
He nods, "I just kept dwelling on it and I couldn't ignore how bad I messed up. You were right. I always brush you off when we're arguing and I am an asshole for that. I'm sorry, Y/N." His eyes are locked on yours as he apologizes, not bothering to react to the last swipe of the cold substance against his skin. Your eyes soften as you look down at Mattheo, a soft smile decorating your lips. "Thank you for apologizing. Does this mean you won't do it again?" You ask, wanting to hear it from his lips.
He lets out a dramatic huff before admitting, "yes. This means I won't do it again." You cover the last open wound, your lips fully blossomed into a smile as you look at Mattheo once again. "Good." You comment, packing away the medical supplies and placing them in their reserved spot. "So... do you forgive me?" He asks quietly, almost unsure of himself. The gentleness of his voice causes your heart to warm. You turn to face him once again, smile on your lips as you respond softly. "Of course."
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HELLO! Idk how to set this up soz 😞
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Would you ever roleplay Spencer?
I’m afraid idk what you mean 🎀🎀
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I’ll Swap Mine Out With You — Spencer Reid.
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader
Summary: When something happens that puts you in the hospital, you feel the need to say how you feel incase you don’t get to in the future.
Word Count: 510+
Warning/s! — Slight mention of death, black eye, lowk OOC Spencer (???).
A/N: I can’t pls
Waking up, you already knew something was off. Your thoughts were foggy, the voices were distant, and the smell. You already wanted to leave. Not to mention the sound of the insufferable beeping of the monitor filling the room you’re in.
And then it hit you, a hospital.
Slowly, you opened your eyes and glanced around. In response to your sudden movement, a hand tightened around your own, "Hey—”
You flinch, your gaze meeting a set of warm hazel eyes, “God—” your eyebrows instinctively knitted together at the man beside you. “Reid?”
He offers you a tight-lipped smile, “Sorry, how are you feeling?” He questioned, holding his stare.
“I feel… fine? What happened?”
“Encounter with the UnSub.” Spencer summarized, examining your face. “Came from behind.”
You frowned, going to move your hand to rub your eye when Spencer hurriedly stopped you from doing so. “I wouldn’t—” he paused for a second, quickly adding, “Black eye.”
“Seriously?” You groaned, dropping your head onto the rough pillow. “Where’s everybody else?”
“They left, they, uh, send their regards.”
“How thoughtful. And why haven’t you left? I thought the ‘florescent lighting’ hurt your eyes.”
He stiffens at your question, only managing a simple shrug. “Just wanted to make sure you were okay.”
Narrowing your eyes at him skeptically, your smile widens, tilting your head. “As you can see, I’m okay, but you already knew that. Are you sure that’s all?
“What—” he sputtered, “Are you trying to imply something?”
You raised one of your hands in surrender, “You hate hospitals, so yeah, I’m trying to ‘imply’ something.”
“And what’s that?”
“You’re smart, you’ll figure it out.” You shrugged.
With a scoff, he rolled his eyes, “You’re my friend, and you were hurt. I was thinking about how you would feel after everything, so I stayed. Is that what you wanted to hear?”
“It’ll suffice,” Your eyes trailed downwards, landing on your intertwined fingers. “A friend, huh.”
His cheeks flushed, making him purse his lips and sigh, pulling his hand away to which you laugh, “I was kidding.”
“Right.” You heard him mumble.
“Spencer.” Raising his head to look at you, you gently extended your hand towards him. Taking it in yours and interlacing your fingers together. “Thank you, really. For staying and everything.”
A smile graced his lips, nodding. “You’re welcome.”
Breaking the silence, you squeezed his hand once. “Well! Oh, that reminds me, okay, so, um, I know this is literally not the time, but I wanted to ask before I forgot or something and I know I won’t ask later on if I do remember—” Your words come to an abrupt halt when you realize you’re rambling, exhaling, you continue. “Basically, what I’m getting at, is would you like to go out to dinner? With, well, me.”
Stilling, he responds, “I— Really?”
“Really. This is me asking you on a date.” You told him, “I know it’s out of the blue and probably so inconvenient, but I feel like, I don’t know, I’m tired of having to hide how I feel and incase you haven’t noticed, I like you. And I know we’re coworkers and all, but with what happened tonight, I realized it could’ve been worse and I wouldn’t—”
“Y/N,” he interrupted, cutting off your nervous rant, “Yes.”
“Yes?”
“Yes.”
You blinked, “Wait, so, yes to the date?”
“You’re smart, you’ll figure it out.” He finished, throwing your words back at you, earning a sigh as you leaned back.
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i’d like to request a beautiful spencer fic.. lots of angst.. i’ll kiss u… mi reina💞💞💞💞
Claro que si, mi rey. 🎀💞💗
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I’ll Get By With You On My Mind — Spencer Reid.
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader
Summary: What was supposed to be a simple check-in turned into an abduction where the team must find you.
Word Count: 1.4K+
Warning/s! — Kidnapping, guns, knives, violence. It’s Criminal Minds.
A/N: Hellur!
You.
Getting kidnapped and potentially tortured was definitely not on your 2024 bingo card, that much was for sure. But unfortunately, life has a way of surprising us when we least expected it.
So here you were, tied and strapped down to a wooden chair where a piece of wood struck out, poking your thigh. That ultimately keeping you from dozing off. Basically, it’s been a while since your abduction and quite frankly, you were tired.
Deciding to use your time wisely, you clamped your eyes shut, trying to perform a cognitive on yourself. What led you here? Or in this case, who.
The harder you tried to remember, the more gaps seemed to appear in your story. You were walking— no, you were running. Something had caught your attention, but what was it?
It had to have been a scream, sounds of a struggle, nothing else would have gotten your attention. That would cause you to rush towards the sound, sound, sound.
It was a scream.
“Agent Y/L/N. Glad to see you awake,” an unfamiliar (but confusingly familiar) voice started. Their— his heavy footsteps gradually becoming more louder the closer he got. “A shame it has to be you of all people, I’ve grown to like you.”
With furrowed eyebrows, you look over your shoulder before talking. “Do I know you?”
A laugh, deep and creepy. “‘Do I know you’, she asks. Of course you know me.”
“Come out into the light and I’ll see if I know you.” You replied, trying your best to seem unaffected, calm.
With a short scoff, you instinctively flinch as the chair you're tied to is abruptly turned around. The loud screech making you grimace.
Opening your eyes, you take in the man in-front of you. You did know him - he was the latest victims boyfriend. You felt your trembling hands ball into fists. You had been there for him, offering consolation and comfort, making it clear that you were there to support him through this difficult time. And to find out it was him all along? You were deceived and he was well aware of that.
He tilts his head, a sinister smirk plastered on his features. “Didn’t expect it to be me, did you?” Silence. “Didn’t think so, you must feel like such a fool.”
“You’re pathetic.” You spat, unable to stop those two words from leaving your lips.
Now, one thing you did expect was some sort of retaliation to your insult. That being his hand coming in contact with your face, knocking you out cold.
—
Spencer.
He ran a hand through his already tousled hair for what seemed like the millionth time, earning a concerned glance from Emily, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Reid, we’ll find her.”
"She shouldn't have gone alone," he muttered to no one in particular, as he walked over to the board displaying various details about the case.
“It was just supposed to be a simple check-in, none of us could’ve seen this coming—”
“Repeat what you just told me, Garcia.” JJ ordered, walking into the conference room. Placing her phone on the table so the others could hear.
“As you know, Jessica Woods had a boyfriend. Nothing skeptical about that, right? Well, you’re wrong. I was doing a background check, y’know, looking through records and whatnot, I found out her boyfriend, Sean, has a history of violence. He’s gotten into ten fights in the span of just this year. But! That’s not even the thing, he grew up in an abusive household, mother left, leaving a nine year old Sean behind in the process, and to make matters worse, he was deemed safe in his fathers care, things must’ve went downhill from there.”
Questioning furthermore, Emily asked, “Any updates on his father?”
“He worked at the grocery store Sean works at now—”
Spencer straightens. “Worked. Why past tense? What happened to him?”
“Hold on…” She trails off, the room filled with the sound of her keyboard, before she speaks again. “Oh. He, uh, died last week.”
“Right before the killings started,” JJ stated, “Let’s think about this, the victims were blonde, blue eyes, and all were in their thirties, we’ve already established that they were surrogates. What if they were surrogates for Sean’s mother? His father’s death could’ve brought back memories he didn’t want to remember which would’ve also inevitably led to him remembering how his mother practically abandoned him. And the only way to… release his pent-up anger was to find woman who resembled her and well, kill them.”
“But Jessica didn’t look like them at all? She was brunette and had brown eyes.” Emily went on, her brows knitting together. “Not only that, but she was in her mid-twenties.”
“She probably found out what he was doing, she wasn’t apart of the plan.” Reid voiced, “Garcia—”
“Address has already been sent to your phones. Stay safe,” and with that, the line goes dead.
“JJ, take Morgan with you. I’ll send in more backup. Reid, you’ll stay with me—“ her words come to a halt when she notices him already rushing out of the room.
He's already in the car, equipping his bulletproof vest by the time JJ and Morgan get in. Morgan then starts the car, turns on the sirens, and speeds towards the address Garcia sent.
It took ten minutes for them to arrive. Spencer quickly jumping out of the car before it even has a chance to stop. He hurries towards the house, glancing back at Morgan, who raises a hand to signal him to wait.
His jaw tightens as he complies, but the moment he hears your pained cry, worry floods over him. And Reid doesn't need to say a word for Morgan to understand they need to hurry.
So without a second to spare, Morgan kicks the door open. “Sean Walker, FBI.”
Spencer follows suit quickly after him, his eyes widening slightly at the sight of a knife being held to your throat. “Make any sudden movements and she’s dead.”
Not answering, Morgan’s eyes focus on something behind him. “Okay, okay. Look, I’m leaving. See?” He says, slowly backing up and out the door.
“God— what kind of FBI agents are you? Leaving a clearly armed suspect with one of your own?” He questioned out loud, pressing the knife harder against your skin, eliciting a whimper, his attention turning to you. “Do you understand how easy it was to lure her out? All it took was a recording of someone screaming and she came running right to me.”
“You’re right,” Spencer nodded, keeping his gun trained on the boy in front of him. “What kind of FBI agent falls for the easiest trick in the handbook.”
“Oh, please. Just stop,” He glares, “I know what you people do. You try to make me trust you, try to make it seem like you think like me. Because I can assure you, you don’t.”
“We think exactly like you, how do you think we found you?” Spencer pushed, his attention subtly drawn to Morgan's presence at the open window behind him. Making every effort to enter through it quietly, “Sean, we know what your father did, why your mother left.”
“And what exactly did my father do besides teach me to become the man I am today? My father did that, my mother didn’t. She was weak.“
“If you hated her so much, why kill four innocent woman including your girlfriend because of her?” He inquired, tone stern.
Sean’s expression falters at the mention of his girlfriend, making him tighten his hold around you. “Shut up.”
Noticing his sudden change in demeanor, Reid continues, “You loved her.” He acknowledged, “And yet you killed her, you loved her and then ended her lif—”
With a menacing scowl, he raises the knife, about to speak when Morgan swiftly intervenes, grabbing his arms and forcefully pushing him against the wall. In the chaos that ensues, you crumble to the floor, prompting Spencer to rush towards you.
“Y/N—”
“Untie me, please, get them off.” You cried, referring to the ropes that bound your wrists.
He wastes no time and quickly follows through. Once they’re off, you throw your arms around him. He’s caught off-guard by your sudden embrace, but he welcomes it nonetheless. “You’re okay. You’re safe.”
You don't respond to his comforting words, only repeating the same five words, "I knew you'd find me." In response, he tightens his grip around you and gently lifts you up, guiding you towards the waiting ambulance where you'll receive the care you need.
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Sooo any new stories coming??????? Soon???????? 🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🥰🥰🥰🥰
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Pls drop a fic! I need something to read 🥰
Oh! 💞💞💞💞💞💞💞 I’m afraid I cannot take this into consideration. Maybe in the mere future, SO LONG!
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Taking my glasses off for the rest of the day I’ve seen enough
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