I Saw You - Chapter 1 (You Fic)

I Saw You - Chapter 1 (You fic)

Chapter Summary: Entering Mooney’s, all you went for was the books and the ambience but when Joe sees you, his motives are a little bit different.

Chapter Warnings: Some derogatory sexist comments

Chapter 1 - The Great Red Dragon

(Proof Reading errors likely)

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I saw you.

You entered the shop and looked around and immediately started angling yourself to get the best photo. I couldn’t see at first if you were taking a selfie or a shot of the books.

God I hoped you weren’t taking a selfie. Selfies are obnoxious. They’re a way to display to the world the false reality that people live in.

#mybookstorelife

I moved slightly towards the A-E section and now I could make out that you were taking a normal photo and my estimations of you went higher. Amateur photographer? I tracked how your eyes were looking for the best light, your fingers skipping over the screen to set the focus.

God your fingers are so fucking dainty.

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Infatuation P9

Joe Goldberg x Reader x Love Quinn

Warnings: Kidnapping.

Notes: I’m currently rewatching Hannibal for the 10th time since it’s on Netflix now. Honestly there will never be a show that hits the same way 😔💝 I hope you like the POV whiplash in this.

My name is Y/N L/N.

I’m a freelance writer with no notable published works. Everything I’ve written has been private, but I dream of a day where I can share it.

My mother moved to L.A. so she could follow her dreams. I always supported her, but I left. It’s hard to stay for someone when you feel unsafe- and at the time, I felt unsafe.

I had some friends. One of them was named Love Quinn. She was very pretty, but didn’t have a filter growing up. At my age now, I’d consider her crazy for saying the things she did, but we were young and children tend to be kind of crazy.

Her brother, Forty, used to tag along with us. I didn’t really think much of him. He always trailed behind, weird, awkward. I can’t say I didn’t like him, because he asked me out and I said yes.

But as we got older, Love eventually opened up to me about a secret. I hated to hear it, I really did. It kept me up at night, and I felt my morals tear.

Forty killed someone.

At the time, I had gone on a date with him. I think he believed us to be official after that, but I heard Love loud and clear and couldn’t shake the feeling off. Every simple thing he did made me overthink. I felt like I would be next in line to get the cut.

Forty had blacked out when it happened, but that only worried me more. Would I be able to stop him? I don’t know, but I didn’t want to test the waters.

I had to leave.

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I don’t think I meant to do that.

When I came back to my senses, you were unconscious and on the ground.

And— and I kind of just... stared. You’re on the sidewalk at my feet, laying on your side. I have no recollection of dropping you. How long have I just been standing here?

Whoever was in that car saw me— saw us. But it’s long gone and I can’t let you go now, too much is at risk. Oh god, Y/N... why’d it have to happen this way.

Wait. If I... if I take you with me. Home? No, no. Th-The storage locker. Yeah. I have something there that can... help. Wow, my heart is beating right out of my chest! The jumps are starting to hurt, but I can’t help it. I think I’m getting excited.

I reach down to pick you up and sling you over my shoulder. You’re heavier than I thought you’d be, but that’s probably because you’re completely limp.

I look both ways and cross the street to get to my car. It’s still late and the sky seems just as dark as it was when I got here.

When I open the trunk, I look you over... You’re not dead, I don’t know what I’m thinking. The trunk? Come on, Joe...

I let go of the luggage, open the back door and try to lay you down gently, but your head hits the seat with a smack. I momentarily cringe back, hoping you won’t feel it in the morning.

I try to maneuver you around into a seated position, you have to look natural. As I crawl over you to lift your upper body, you moan. My face heats up and I reluctantly back out of the backseat. I tell myself to just... drive slowly, you’ll be fine like this. If anyone stops us, you’re drunk, passed out, and I’m driving you back home.

Your luggage was thrown into the trunk, I didn’t give it much care when I tossed it in. My mind is elsewhere and I almost feel like this isn’t happening. Y/N. Shit. You didn’t have to do this, you didn’t have to force my hand like that.

I fix my rearview mirror and catch a glimpse of you. You... almost look dead, but I can see your chest raising and falling with your light breathing.

Bringing you inside of the storage locker was simple. You were still passed out, there was no fight when I dragged you along with me. Lucky me, am I right? Lucky me, I have to maneuver my life around another ridiculous obstacle. I’m finding myself in this position a lot but you’d think I’d be better about it by now. Well, I like to think I’ve become more adept in some aspects.

Once we are inside, I lay you on the cold floor and pull the storage door down.

You groan and my head snaps in your direction. Oh no.

I quickly make my way to your shifting form and bend down to run my hands over your sides, searching your pockets. Where’s your fucking phone? Shit, there’s no time to freak out over this. You’re waking up and I’m not about to knock you out again.

I grab you by the arms and drag you inside the glass cage. Do I really want to call it that? Not really. I’d prefer it be referred to as more of a... I don’t know. It’s a box made of glass. It was previously being used to store these old books, but they’re long gone. If I told you about what I used it for this past year, would you understand? Probably not. Your freak out earlier should be enough of a clear cut answer.

Before you start to tightly blink your eyes, adjusting them to the awful light, I’m already outside the enclosure and closing the door between us.

Your head looks heavy as you try to lift it. Your legs curl up into yourself as you begin to take notice of your surroundings. I can tell you don’t understand, you look so lost. I almost feel bad.

You sit up quickly and back yourself into a corner with your head spinning. Don’t make yourself sick, Y/N.

I’m watching you from the other side of the glass, finally letting out a breath I didn’t know I was holding in.

Watching you curl up in the corner of the cage hits me in such a familiar way.

“W-Will?” I hear you mumble meekly as you rub your eyes. I don’t respond. I can’t respond. I just want to watch.

“Will, where are we?” You ask, pressing your head into the glass behind you and looking toward me. Your face contorts as some form of reality begins to settle in.

“Please don’t...” Your voice falters and I notice your weak attempt to hold back tears. I feel guilty but I can’t imagine letting you go, especially now. We just... we just need to talk it out before I make any more decisions.

You’re sobbing now. It’s sad to listen to as you choke on your own breath.

“Y/N, calm down.” I say, pressing my hand to the glass. If you’re not careful, you’ll make yourself pass out. Besides, I’m exhausted. So exhausted. I don’t want to babysit you right now, I’d much rather be sleeping in Love’s bed.

“P-Please don’t kill m-mee!” You beg with a weak excuse for a voice. Watching, I can’t help but inhale sharply. God, I just want you to shut up.

“Listen to me-“ I try to speak, but you cut me off.

“LEAVE ME ALONE!” I flinch back.

There it is. The sudden need to leave.

Maybe if I leave, you’ll calm down. Maybe if I leave, you’ll figure things out on your own and realize that crying about it all is a waste of time. Should I deprive you of water too? Joe. Come on, Joe. Don’t act rash, you’re just angry.

Hopefully some rest will benefit the both of us.

I try to say my goodbyes, but you just cover your ears and cry out like a child.

When I finally make it apparent that I’m leaving, you begin to settle down.

But it’s too late, I’m securing my cap back onto my head and sliding the locker door up.

Once the door is down again, I lock it. I might’ve heard you say ‘wait’... I think. But what does it matter? You’re being a brat, despite my generosity. I could’ve done something much worse to you, you know?

Listen. Whatever you’ve heard— whatever you think you know about me- I think you’re getting it wrong. I’m not that bad, Y/N. I’m a good person, I care about you, I care about Love... and ultimately I care about us.

Don’t force me to do something so awful for something so minimal.

Never Have I Ever (Part 2 - Reid Request)

Request: Same as Part 1 A/N: It’s here! I finished! I did it! Why did I write so much for a very simple request prompt? These are the answers we’ll never get. This whole thing is just shameless smut. Enjoy! Also, thank you for 700 followers! 🥳 I love you all so much! 💕 Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader 
 Category: Smut (NSFW) Content Warning: Fingering, oral sex (female receiving), penetrative sex, unprotected sex/creampie, sex toys, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, Daddy kink Word Count: 4,120

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I was no stranger to taboo things before tonight, but that didn’t make it any less exciting to all but fuck my coworker in an impassioned frenzy in the back of an Uber on the way to my apartment.

Beyond the casual greeting given to the poor driver, the only noises made the rest of the way were those of frantically meeting lips and pants, our limbs entangled in a mess of need.

That didn’t change once we finally made it inside, with Spencer immediately slamming me against the door once it closed behind us, pressing me against the door so hard I could hardly breathe.

“Bedroom,” I begged, pushing on his chest as he struggled to break his lips away from where they were sucking soft bruises into my neck. But once he did, he didn’t make any further arguments, dragging me by my arm down the hallway.

He’d only been to my place a few times, and I’d never actually had him in my bedroom. I was more than happy to change that, because as soon as we breached that entrance, he all but tossed me towards the bed.

When I turned around to face him half on the bed, he was already encasing me within his grasp. A wanton moan followed as his hand quickly made its way up my skirt, grabbing my underwear and yanking it down from my hips.

“Fuck me,” I whined, lifting my bottom to help him remove my clothes faster, my hands clawing at the buttons on his shirt before he grabbed my wrist to slow me down.

“I’ve waited years to fuck you,” he said with his voice dripping with possessiveness, “I’m taking my time with you.”

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All These Scattered Dreams - Two

Series Masterlist // Main Masterlist

The feeling that overwhelmed you most, apart from abject embarrassment, was grief. You headed back to your apartment and it was only when you were on your couch with a large glass of wine that you allowed yourself to cry. Almost non-stop for an hour you let the tears fall and the alcohol slowly take the edge off of your sadness.

Then when no more tears would come you berated yourself for thinking Spencer could feel the same way as you and for thinking he would fall for someone who couldn’t keep up with his intelligence in the way that Maeve obviously could. Then you berated yourself for allowing yourself to get so invested in a relationship that wouldn’t happen in a million years and for getting so upset over a man. You were a badass FBI agent, strong, independent, and fierce. You shouldn’t be sobbing over the fact that the guy you liked didn’t like you back.

But you were and that wasn’t going to go away any time soon.

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Infatuation P3

Joe Goldberg x Reader x Love Quinn

Warnings: Love is a cuck for a sec, Joe stalks, I briefly mention drugs, surprisingly not a lot happens.

Notes: Only animal crossing thoughts today, boys.

You’re barely conscious on one of the sofas in Love’s home. One of your arms shields your eyes from the light above our heads, the other lady limp to your side. I take a step forward and I’m facing your vertical form. Something about this feels weird, yet... perfectly normal all at once.

I watch your chest heave up and down and the word intoxication drifts by my mind.

Without any effort, I look to my right and see Love seated on the sofa across. Her legs are brought up to the cushioned seat as she sips a glass of wine. She nods towards me.

Without coming to the realization of what I’m doing, I begin to crawl over you. I can’t come up with a reason why, but I’m definitely wondering, thinking. My hands rest by your head and seem to cage you in. It’s not like you were going to slide off the couch anyway.

You make a sound. I can feel it as I look above you but I couldn’t quite hear it.

What am I doing?

I look toward Love, confused and wondering what the hell is happening. When my eyes meet hers, she looks almost ecstatic and beckons me with a simple gesture to continue.

My eyes are back onto you now. A sort of heated pool of conflicted expressions arise and I find myself leaning in despite not wanting to. You’re not even conscious enough to speak, what am I doing? What is Love doing?

I’m trying to stop myself, I think, but my body moves on it’s own. You shift and your shirt rides itself up. I grab and it and pull the shirt up a little higher, exposing you to me. My other hand begins to rub circles into your inner thigh and you tense up.

Gah! There’s cold sweat running down my body and I wake up almost immediately. I start to calm my breathing and gather my sense of self.

I’m in my house. It’s past midnight. I’m getting up to wash my face of whatever had just happened.

The dream comes back to mind. I begin to lose some detail, but I remember the gist of it. You were nearly unconscious and... was I taking advantage of you? I could almost feel those soft hands now. A tingle runs up my back before I can mentally slap myself in the face.

Stop it, Joe. Stop. It. Today is my day off. Rather than spending my nights thinking of you, I’d prefer actively thinking about Love.

I need some fresh air, so I pull on my clothes from the other day and secure a baseball cap atop my head. I’m going out.

~

Last night, Love had asked me to drop you off at your apartment. It’s surprising to me... especially after our talk. Nevertheless, I tried to be social with you on the way but you remained your quiet self.

“It seemed like earlier you wanted to tell me something. Do you remember what it was?” I ask.

“No.” You didn’t even think before responding. You’re clearly lying, but I can jog your memory.

“Why’d you move out of Los Angeles?”

You shift in your seat like a child. No position in my car is comfortable for you.

“... Boyfriend troubles.” You state and look out the window like it means something. I know the truth.

“Forty told me you two went on a date before you left.”

It’s dead silent in the car and you’ve gone rigid. I look to you and see your expression reflecting in the window. You’re absolutely terrified. Why be? I’m not going to hurt you, even if you are a liar.

We remained silent for the rest of the ride, but you did eventually ask me to let you out about a block away from your apartment.

I stayed in the car, parked on the side of the road, and watched you walk.

I have a feeling you’re thinking about the fact that I haven’t driven away yet... or maybe I just like to think that you’re aware of me breathing down your neck and are incapable of doing anything about it.

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It’s 4 am now.

I’m standing across the street to where you live. You’re on a higher floor but I can easily see your bedroom window from down here. Your light is on.

Do you wake up early or stay up late? It’s hard to tell on my own.

While waiting in the pitch dark night, I begin to wonder if anything happened between Forty and you. You seem to react differently depending on if he’s there or absent. I’m willing to bet something has.

Why is Love so worried of me scaring you away when Forty is more than clearly the issue here? Can you tell me that, Y/N?

Huh.

You walk by your window, shirtless, and I suddenly have no shame as I continue to watch on... maybe the lack of sleep has turned me into an early-morning voyeur.

Buzz.

Love is calling, I pick it up.

“Oh good, you’re awake.” She exhales. “I’m sorry to ask you this but can you pick me up? I’m with Forty. I’ll explain everything when you get here.”

~

It would seem Forty has fallen back into his addictions.

He’s currently sitting in the backseat of my car, crying. Love’s hand is outstretched and holding his. She never ceases to amaze me with how much shit she can take.

Forty had left Love a long voicemail going on about his future— or lack there of- and where to find him. He was scared, and reasonably so. I’d be scared too if I was drugged up and in the middle of an unfamiliar metro station.

Love spent a good hour looking for him and called me as soon as he was in her hands. Like the good boyfriend I am, I came to her rescue. And, despite not outwardly asking me, I know she’s wondering what I’m doing awake at this hour.

I won’t tell her it’s because of you, no matter how much I want to.

Love squeezes my free hand as I drive her brother back to her home.

She mutters a ‘Thank you’ and I simply nod.

Forty is asleep by the time we get there and Love has to shake him awake. He’ll be staying at her place for the remainder of the morning and whatever extra time is needed for him to detox from all of this.

Love really is selfless isn’t she? Instead of spending her day doing something for herself, she chooses to care for her brother. Sometimes I wish Forty was better behaved, if only to make her own life easier.

As soon as he’s ushered inside, Love turns around and waves to me. She makes her way to the car and peeps her head into my rolled down window.

“Thank you again, Will.”

Anything for you, Love.

“It’s no problem.” I smile reassuringly. “If you two need anything, shoot me a message.”

“I’ll talk to you later.” She leaves me with a smile as well and a gentle tap on the hood of my car before walking back into her home.

I watch her shut the door before rolling up my window and heading out.

Criminal minds (could include Supernatural) Headcanons on how they would deal with the zombie apocalypse. The team after Elle left. Spencer x Reader. LOVE YOU

Ok, so I will be focusing on the ‘main’ team, because a. I haven’t watched far enough to meet the wonder that is Agent Alvez, and b. because I feel like I know these characters better. So, it’ll be Hotch, Rossi, Morgan, Prentiss, JJ, Garcia, Spencer and You! Plus, the origin story of discovering the virus.

Headcanon - Criminal Minds Zombie Apocalypse (feat. Spencer Reid x Reader)

So, first off, no one would know the zombie apocalypse was coming. I mean, no one ever does in these sort of scenarios, not really. In fact, the first inkling the BAU would get of the impending apocalypse is on a case.

A strange series of events had led to multiple victims dying overnight in Tampa, Florida (because of course this shit would start in Florida), and the team had been called in to try and give a profile. Multiple people have passed away peacefully after admitting themselves to hospital after being bitten, feeling nausea and light headedness before suddenly dying.

So, the team fly down on the jet, and you sleep on Spencer’s shoulder the whole way down because it’s an early start and you two are best buds, so of course he lets you sleep on his shoulder.

And Hotch is taking the awake team members through the information they have, which is not much at all. In fact, the only thing they really have going for them is the autopsy of several victims show the same set of human teeth had bitten into victims.

So, you all get there, at the hospital, and Garcia’s on the phone, spouting off rumours from reporters covering the case. And she’s like, sounding kind of scared? Reading these reports is freaking her out, and Hotch asks what’s bothering her as you all enter the hospital, the police department opting to meet the BAU there.

And Garcia’s like, “Oh, nothing sir... I’m freaking myself out over nothing. I just watched a few too many zombie movies over Halloween.”

And Morgan laughs, “What, you thinking we have a rogue zombie on our hands Garcia?”

You all have a giggle at it, and Hotch sends you, Spencer and Prentiss down to the morgue to examine the dead bodies while he, Rossi, JJ and Morgan interview the few surviving victims.

So you head down, and Spencer is suggesting that the team come to a movie night with him, a horror movie special on serial killers.

He’s still in the Halloween mood.

And before Prentiss can politely refuse, or politely you can excitedly agree, the elevator doors open and you are in the basement of this hospital.

The first thing that hits you is the smell.

Rotting flesh, blood, puss, all the things that collect and amount in the stench of death.

It’s so strong that you and Prentiss cover your noses and mouths with your tops. Spencer doesn’t, because he’s weird and doesn’t process the odour of death like a normal human.

You head out first, the lights overhead beginning to flicker.

The further you go in, the more aware of your gun you become. While the area around the elevator was fine, the place begins to look more and more like a slasher flick - the entire floor is trashed, medical carts toppled over, hospital beds haphazardly strewn across the corridors.

Prentiss and Reid follow behind, stopping when you do at the morgue door.

The morgue door with a window splattered in blood.

“Hotch, we’ve got a situation down here.” Prentiss would radio in, but silence in return. You were below ground, signal is patchy at best.

And out of nowhere would come a clatter, sending all three of you to raise your guns and aim. Spencer down the left hall, Prentiss the right, and you at the door.

“FBI!” You would yell, taking a second before opening the morgue door slowly.

The room looks like a bomb site, the coroner is slumped over by the operating table, blood pooling around her.

You rush in, holstering your gun and checking the woman for a pulse. Spencer would follow in, checking the room for the killer, but come up empty. You move your hand away, sighing as you seemed to have arrived too late.

But the doctor’s eyes open. Only, the entire eye is glazed over, like a glass eyes, and white liquid is running from the corners.

“Doctor are you-”

Before you could offer assistance, the doctor jumps on you with inhuman strength, pinning you to the ground and trying to bite you. Snarling, rabid, the doctor starts trying to claw your clothes off, get to skin.

And a gun shot rings out.

Reid stands a few feet away, the end of his gun smoking as the doctor slumps to your side, dead. Reid had shot her in the head.

Prentiss comes rushing in, and looks at the scene. You go to explain she was rabid, but Prentiss’ eyes are fearful, and she points to the body.

“Where’s the blood?”

The doctor wasn’t bleeding from her head. In fact, what began to slowly drip out of the bullet hole was a black ooze.

Reid pulls you to your feet, and the three of you decide the best next step is to get the fuck out of there.

Whether any of you meant to or not, you break into a jog, heading back towards the elevator. Low moans and growls come from behind doors surrounding you, and even though you wanted to stop, you teammates urged you to keep going.

Upon arriving at the elevator, you all hear a yell, and you snap your head towards it. Just down the hallway, a man who looks rather like one of your deceased had begun limping towards you, his pace picking up as Prentiss frantically pressed for the elevator.

The moment you saw the same glass eyes, you raised your gun and shot him in the head, the body slumping to the floor.

The elevator finally opened, and you clambered in with Spencer and Emily, all of you breathing heavy.

Spencer immediately turns you to face him and starts checking your visible skin.

“What are you doing?”

“Did she manage to break the skin when she attacked you?” He asks, moving down to your legs and checking your ankles.

“Spencer-”

“DID SHE?” He asked again, and you were taken aback. Reid had never shouted at you before, in all your time at the BAU.

“No.”

The three of you head upon to the quarantine floor, where the rest of the team are, the elevator doors opening to the sound of gunshots.

JJ and Rossi are stood back to back, firing at unknown targets, while Morgan and Hotch rushed towards the elevator with a few doctors and nurses following. 

“JJ, ROSSI, LET’S MOVE!” Morgan yells, and after a few more shots the rest of the team are in the elevator with you and a few members of meidcal staff.

“What the fuck is going on?” JJ asks, finally catching her breath as the elevator heads to the ground floor.

“I think Garica was right.” Spencer says, his free hand clutching yours. “As improbable as it may be, I think we’re at point zero of the apocalypse.”

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So, after the BAU discovered the virus, they all head back to Quantico, JJ making an emergency statement to all media outlets that a “contagious disease had been discovered in Florida, and everyone must stay in their homes.”

Of course, people didn’t listen. (wear your masks, people)

The virus spread like wildfire, and within a week, every single state had cases of infected.

At first, the BAU were asked to assist the CDC, just in case this was an attack of biological warfare in case there was an unsub to be found. A lot of people didn’t want to accept the truth that this was, quite simply...

Zombies.

Rossi demanded that the entire team and families move into his mansion/compound. It wasn’t an offer, it was an order, and he was fearing for the lives of his family.

The most important thing to point out in this scenario is that none of the BAU are dumb enough to get infected. These people were smart enough to loot the Quantico arsenal, get their ammo sorted, even bring along Garcia’s computer system to ensure peak performance from the team.

And for the first year, doomsday prepper Rossi with his tonnes of dried pasta in a back room and more amatriciana sauce than you thought possible would be feeding a family of eleven: JJ and Hotch brought along the family.

Morgan, Prentiss, and you would be geared up for 24/7 border defence. You were lucky to have a millionaire co-worker with a house behind a wall, because your perimeter patrol became a lot easier.

Barbed wire and everything.

Spencer became a doctor of infectious diseases in a month of reading, and began an effort to find a cure, with the help of Garcia, doctors across the globe, and video calls.

Hotch and JJ would be helping manage panic, corresponding with the White House until there was no reply, and trying to keep Henry and Jack oblivious to the whole thing.

But, eventually, food runs out.

After fourteen months in the compound, food had finally become scarce in the middle of winter, and the compound walls could only hold back a hoard for so long.

And, what’s more, the internet finally stopped fucking working.

After a month of deliberating and Rossi managing to make beans on toast taste like fine Italian dining, you finally had to move on from the home. 

Reid’s contacts from the outside made clear that were three safe zones across the US, and that planes were taking survivors to uninfected countries after screenings.

At this point, North and Central America were near completely infected, along with large portions of Asia, Europe and Africa.

When the team finally goes on the move, it’s with the intention of getting to a safe zone and leaving, fast. Not only was there a need to save one another because of how close your work had brought you all,

But Jack and Henry deserved to live.

Out on the road, the teams works much like the BAU would have: Hotch is the de-facto leader with Rossi as his second. They were decision finalizers and motivators on harder days.

Spencer was the in-house expert on the disease and sat nav. His eidetic memory served well on remembering which routes to take and avoid, locating areas of low-zombie concentration, and spouting dinosaur facts to keep Jack and Henry happy.

JJ became the group mom, and Garcia the fun aunt. Despite the constant fear, the pair would always be there and ready to assist in times of emergency.

Will and Morgan were the brawn, focused on killing anything that moved, whether it be foe or food. Both more serious than the rest of the team, they realise the weight of the situation and are driven by the need to not let family die.

Prentiss is the lookout. More nimble than the rest of the team, and thoroughly capable with a gun, she spends a lot of time climbing trees, looking for possible hoards on their way, and spends a lot of time sat at the fire, hunkered over and burning wood until the fire brushes her fingers. She’s probably the most in denial about the whole thing, her logical mind can’t process it fully.

And you, you are the risk taker. When all was said and done, the one running into the fight armed with a machete and a need to save your friends was you. A part of you knows it might get you killed, but until you reached the safe zone, you were the team’s infantry, first line of defence, and you were killing zombies left right and fucking centre.

So, the first safe zone was in Illinois. 

From Rossi’s house, it was about a month away. And as winter turned into spring, you finally reached the state.

Only to find the entire safe zone had been infected, and you were entering a zombie swarm.

Now, I’m not saying you are the stupidest out of the group, not by any means, but you 100% risked your own life too many fucking times in Illinois.

And, whether it was the beauty of zombie ooze spattered over your trousers or the look of certainty in your eyes as you were faced with an infected hungry for your flesh as you shot it point blank in the head, Spencer suddenly became very protective of you, his best friend.

Also, side note, the clothing. I feel like it would be pretty standard post-apocalyptic stuff, leather jackets and jeans and big boots (all of which Garcia would despise wearing and bedazzled whenever possible), but there is two looks that would top everything else:

One, Spencer would ditch the sweater vest and be rocking the dress shirt and leather jacket look. Stubble and hair mad and *drools*

Two, ROSSI IN A GILET

Also, bearded Hotch.

Back to you and Spencer though, his protectiveness over you would become a problem. The next safe zone is in New Mexico, and with another month and a half of you running off to kill zombies ahead of him, Spencer starts to get angry at you for being so reckless.

It’s only when the team managed to fill up a stationed pickup truck at a gas station and drive it halfway through Kansas before the battery died that Spencer reached his breaking point though.

As you all settled in a farm house for the evening, shocked to find food that wasn’t expired in the cupboards, and Rossi began cooking your first enjoyable meal in months, you decided to step out for some air, check that the neighbouring barn was still free of zombies.

You armed yourself with an axe, not expecting any danger, and headed out. Unbeknownst to you, Spencer followed. He knew it would be safer if her joined, just to make sure you didn’t get hurt.

So, here you are, with an axe in one hand and a torch in the other, walking over to the dilapidated barn that looks like something from a movie: big and red with white on the beams. You crack open the door, and whistle as you head in. It’s quiet, and you don’t like the quiet, but you knew you were safe. Will and Morgan had checked the barn an hour ago, and you really came out for a breath of manure filled air and a chance to process Illinois properly.

But then a hand grabbed your axe, throwing it to the far side of the barn, and you were pinned down by a rogue zombie.

This one was aged. Usually, you would find zombies freshly bitten or a few months into infection, but this guy? His flesh was almost completely gone from the right side of his face, the right eyes black instead of glazed over. So close to you, he reeked, every ragged breath he blew in your face made you want to vomit. His hand had closed around your throat, and you knew.

This is where you die.

You closed your eyes, just silently praying he killed you instead of changing you, when the weight disappeared from your neck and body. Your eyes snapped open, only to watch in horror as the zombie went after Spencer, who saved your life once more:

He took your axe and swung it straight into the zombie’s head, practically splitting the creature in two.

Without a word, he walked over and lifted you into his arms, carrying you back to the farmhouse, sitting you on the porch steps. He didn’t say anything, just sitting beside you, looking up at the stars.

“Why do you do this to me?” He would ask quietly, causing you to look over. His eyes are still on the stars.

“What do you mean Spence?”

“I don’t want to watch you die, Y/N.”

“Spence I-“

“No! I don’t get why every chance you get, you’re in the middle of danger! What am I meant to do when you get infected? Huh? Are you really going to make me kill you?! I love you, Y/N!” He would almost yell it, but before he goes on you would kiss him, shutting him up.

Inside, the team would hear everything, and as they tried their best to give you two privacy, Henry and Jack were having none of it.

“Auntie Y/N and Uncle Spencer kissed.” Henry would whisper after running to the window to spy on the pair of you.

“It’s about time.” Jack would mutter, slurping up a strand of spaghetti, causing the entire table to burst out in laughter. You and Spencer would return to the dinner table both a little flushed, Morgan wiggling eyebrows and Garcia trying her best to hold back giggles.

That night, as the pair of you sat with your family, all trying to escape and return to some form of normality, Spencer would take your hand. Only this time, it meant more.

Whatever lay ahead, you would face it together.