Girls Night

Girls’ Night

Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

BAU Ladies x Fem!Reader

A/N: Based on this scene in s7ep16 “A Family Affair” (I almost cried Bc I thought I couldn’t find the gifs). We were ROBBED not seeing anything from their girls’ night ! So I wrote a lil one-shot about what “happened” during their wild night w/ reader ofc. I hope y’all enjoy it & slide some feedback <3

“Wow you look amazing,” Spencer complimented once y/n emerged from the bathroom. After many cancellations because of cases, she and the BAU ladies were finally having their girls’ night. Penelope had insisted and convinced them to check out a new salsa club that recently opened near her apartment. Spencer had volunteered to watch Henry the couple hours they’d be gone.

Y/n finished putting on her earrings and sauntered over to Spencer who was watching her at the door. “Thanks again for doing this Spence,” she said before leaning up to give him a kiss. She intended for it to be a quick one, but as she was pulling away, Spencer had wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her back in for more.

After finally breaking apart for air, y/n’s thumb lightly traced across his bottom lip as they gazed into each other’s eyes, neither one of them pulling apart. “You’re gonna be the reason I’m late.”

Spencer sighed and gave her one last kiss before they headed over to JJ’s. The car ride was quick, even though Spencer had insisted on taking the “scenic route” so he could spend a couple more minutes alone with y/n. When they finally arrived at the house, not even 10 seconds had passed after they rang the doorbell before it quickly swung open. 

“The lovebirds have finally arrived,” Penelope announced as she opened the door and ushered them in. 

Emily waltzed out of the kitchen holding two shot glasses in her hands. With a big smile on her face, she handed y/n one of them. “Yessssss, we can finally get this party started!” she cheered as she watched y/n give her a fake hurt look as she grabbed the shot glass.

“You started pre-gaming without me I see,” y/n teased before tossing back the shot. Spencer’s eyes widened for a brief second as he watched y/n take the shot without a question. He’d never seen her drunk so he wondered how big her alcohol tolerance was.

“Hey you girlies can’t be too drunk before we get to where we’re going,” Penelope whined, snatching the second shot glass out of Emily’s hand. 

Emily’s pleas for it back were interrupted when JJ finally walked out the living room. “Okay, so I got Henry in his little playpen watching Bubble Guppies. That should keep him pretty entertained for a while.”

“Great because our uber is here,” Penelope excitedly announced, opening the door to head out, Emily and y/n following behind her.

“We’ll only be gone for a couple hours. Please don’t hesitate to call me if you need anything,” JJ said as she headed out the door.

Seeing the worry and hesitation in her eyes, Spencer gently ushered her out the door. “I have 3 PhDs, I think I can handle my godson. Go have fun and be safe!” Watching them pile into the car, Spencer stuck his head out the door and waved bye. A hint of worry and curiosity entered his mind about what kind of trouble they would get into. 

JJ sighed once she got into the car. Sensing her worry, y/n gave her hand a gentle squeeze. The car ride was filled with JJ, y/n, and Emily profiling their driver while Penelope ranted about a woman she met in the grocery store the other day. They hadn’t realized they’d arrived until the driver hit the breaks a little too hard. Maybe he’d heard their whispers about him.

“You girlies are gonna love this place,” Penelope squealed as she got out of the car.

“As long as they got some hotties, good music, and alcohol, I’ll love any club you take me to,” Emily said as they entered, she had already starting checking out the club goers. “I’ll grab a table for us.”

“I’ll grab the drinks!” Penelope said, disappearing into the crowd. JJ and y/n looked at each other, silently communicating who should go with who. JJ going with Emily while y/n followed Penelope towards the bar.

As they were waiting for the bartender to make them the special drink of the night, y/n felt an arm wrap around her waist. She instantly shoved it off and spun around to face the stranger. Before she could even tell him to buzz off, Penelope stepped in front of her. “She has a mans already, back off! You’re no where as cute as our Boy Genius,” Penelope barked at the man, staring him down until he left.

“Aw my savior,” y/n awed as she gave Penelope a kiss on the cheek.

After finally getting their drinks and wrestling through all the sweaty bodies, y/n and Penelope found Emily and JJ at a table. 

“Finally! I thought Jayje and I were going to have to send out a search party for you two.” Emily handed one of the glasses to JJ and raised hers in the air. “To girls’ night! Who knows when we’ll ever have another one.”

“To girls’ night!” they cheered, toasting.

“What did you even get us?” JJ coughed after taking a sip of the drink.

Unfazed by the strength of the drink, Emily drank every last drop. “All that matters is it looks pretty and tastes good.”

“The bartender said the green fairy was the special of the night, so I figure we go big or go home,” Penelope shrugged before downing her drink. “Now c’mon ladies, show me that them hips don’t lie,” she said as she headed towards the dance floor.

Y/n hesitated for a second before downing her drink and dancing towards Penelope, who was already mixed into the crowd.

JJ took one last sip of her drink and gave Emily her best puppy eyes. “Em come on, let’s join them,” she pleaded.

Emily sighed loudly, not being able to resist JJ, especially her puppy eyes. “The only salsa I want right now belongs on chips,” Emily groaned as she let JJ drag her towards the dance floor.

After a couple green fairies later and some sloppy dancing all night, they somehow managed to all stumble back to Penelope’s apartment. They barely made it inside before the four of them immediately collapsed from exhaustion.

“I just waaannt y’aaaall to know,… that I lurv you biiiiiitches. I’d step on anyoneee for youu beautiful angeelss,” Emily slurred before passing out on the floor in front of the couch. 

“I f-feel like I wasss uh s‘posed tooo do som’thang. Sleeeeeep sounds better though,” JJ mumbled before dozing off.

The next morning, while they were all peacefully sleeping, JJ was woken up by a buzzing. She couldn’t tell if the buzzing was from her head or something else. Feeling around the couch, her hand was met with a cool object. She held it up to her face, waiting for her vision to clear up. 7:12. Seeing the time, instantly she remembered what she forgot. She sat up and threw a pillow at Emily to wake her.

“Oh no no no! I told Spencer we’d be back in a couple of hours. I left him all alone with Henry!” JJ panicked before running to the bathroom, feeling sick.

“Please. Stop. Yelling. My head is killing me,” Emily groggily muttered.

“I’m sure Will relieved him of his babysitting duties once he got home last night,” Penelope reassured, clutching her head while she went to grab some water. She didn’t make it far into her kitchen before she walked into something, well someone.

“I’m never drinking that much again. My back and my head hurts,” y/n groaned, waking up on the kitchen floor. Penelope helped her stand up before handing her a glass of water.

The next hour went by in a chaotic blur. From each of them throwing up multiple times, JJ’s panicked phone calls to Will about Henry, Emily tripping over Penelope’s shoe collection, and fighting y/n for the cereal, they somehow all managed to make it in time to cheer on Hotch. Slowly, all four of them walked towards the finish line gates. Each wearing their comfiest clothes and biggest sunglasses. They all looked like they’d been hit by a car, and sounded like it too with all the groans they were making.

“Well well well, look who finally made it. We thought y’all weren’t gonna show up till the race was finished,” Morgan teased, Jack sitting on top of his shoulders.

“Couple hours! Couple hours! ‘Oh Spence don’t worry, we’ll only be gone a couple hours.’ And you all didn’t come back home until sunrise!”

“Why are you yelling?” JJ muttered clutching her head.

“Y/n make your man stop,” Emily pleaded as she leaned on the race’s barricade.

Realizing she and her friends have suffered enough, Y/n wrapped her arms around Spencer’s neck and whispered something in his ear before giving him a quick kiss and turning back towards the race. No one heard what she said except Spencer, whose face immediately turned red. He remained quiet the rest of the race, only until he spotted Hotch reaching the finish line.

“So what’d you say to Pretty Boy to get him to shut up?”

Infatuation P4

Joe Goldberg x Reader x Love Quinn

Warnings: Cant get away from the stalking and Joe is the cuck now question mark maybe?

Notes: This part is a little shorter, but I feel like its good enough to stand on its own.

Look at that, it’s a nice day today!

The air is fresh, there are thin clouds in the sky, and you’re walking right by Anavrin.

As expected, seeing this isn’t a day you typically have lunch with Love; there’s no other reason to find you in this particular grocery store.

I secure my baseball cap on my head and follow you from the other side of the street. You’re wearing a bright sundress and holding your usual bag. You know, the one with the little bell on it?

You bump into a woman and you two have a brief exchange. I can’t hear you, but I know you’re quick to dismiss yourself by the way you move those small hands of yours. Did you not want to discuss meaningless topics with people you haven’t seen in years? Yeah, me neither. Keep walking.

Surprisingly, I’m not here just to follow you around all day. I have something of yours that needs to be returned. I reach into my pocket and double-check the cellphone— your cellphone. It’s an older model, about 4 or 5 years old with no password restrictions. It slipped right out of your pocket when I was driving you home, a little surprise but a welcomed one at that. You’re making this too easy, Y/N.

As I looked through your recently deleted folder, I found something that peaked my interest. A single photo of a horribly lit photograph of Love and you. It’s pretty old, probably taken back when you first lived here. You’re both happily embracing each other at first glance, but I can see Love’s hand sneakily going up your skirt. You don’t seem to notice, but I do.

I take a moment to think this over again. Is it really happening or am I seeing things that aren’t there? Is this Peach all over again? Are you Peach or is Love... Peach? My brain is working overtime trying to rationalize this.

Love and you have exchanged texts but they’re all meetup times at Anavrin. The in between messages seem to have been deleted, because some of her replies don’t add up.

Forty’s number is in here too, but you haven’t sent him anything. If I’m to believe you’ve had this phone for at least 4 years, I’m more than certain you would have sent him something.

I cross the street when there are no cars driving by and continue to follow you a little distance away. You stop at a crosswalk and I take the opportunity to stand behind you. My heart is racing and I can feel my palms getting sweaty. We’re so close I could just grab you.

I think over my last thought. I could just grab you, huh?

By the looks of it, there’s nobody else on this street. I know better than to do anything in broad daylight, but you are starting to become more tempting the longer I stand nearby unnoticed.

Do you know I’m here? Can you feel me?

The light changes and you cross the street. I stay put and watch with an all-too-familiar stoic expression. My mind is thinking up ways to take you.

Love likes you, or I should really be saying she like likes you. Now I’m a little jealous, I’ll give you that, but over the course of the little week I’ve known you, I’ve learnt that Love adores you too much for you to suddenly disappear again. She likes to play the role of your protector and, in some cases, seems a little too physically affectionate with you. You accept it, though. Despite knowing that I am her boyfriend, you accept it all.

Dring, dring.

It’s your phone. I look down and am greeted by a message from Love to you.

Come over.

I can hear the bells again... It’s all coming together. You’ll get to see Love like you always do and she gets to pretend whatever affairs you may have are still your little secrets, but in reality, I know. I know and I allow it to happen because, quite frankly, you’re just a harmless little thing. You’re not Peach. Isn’t that right?

I don’t think you’ll ever trust me and I don’t think I ever want you to trust me, but I know you’ll trust Love.

I catch up to you at the next crosswalk and stealthily slip your cellphone into your bag.

You eventually find it after spending a good portion of your morning seated at a nearby park and reading.

I believe the book you had in hand was A Study in Scarlet by Conan Doyle. It’s a classic but, I didn’t quite paint you as the Mystery type. Actually, come to think of it, this is beginning to make a lot of sense. Though, I’m still left to wonder...between the two of us, who has the lead?

You’ve now gotten up, slid the old book into your bag and observed your phone. The park is a lovely place for you to spend your time, but I know Love now has your full attention.

As I watch you walk back in the direction in which you came, I begin to have doubts. You’re Love’s toy, but I can’t help but still feel jealous. She’s mine. And you... you can be... ours.

Maybe then it won’t hurt as much.

Catch and Release

God of Defense Against Evil! Katsuki Bakugo x Reader

[Gods AU]

[words : 9.2k]

tags : @lemonlordleah-shinzawa-kitten​ as apart of the citrus dome’s server collab. masterlist can be found here. 

warning : explicit sexual content. tw: dubcon/coercion into sex, fingering, bit of a size kink and some breeding mixed in there. the reader fucks a god basically I don’t know what else to tell you. 

Do not read if under the age of 18.

—illness has ravaged your region, most recently sweeping through your village like smoke; an indivisible foe, silent but deadly. Having claimed your dear younger sibling as it’s latest victim, you were at your wits end and in search of nothing short of a miracle to save his life. In a time of intense need, you turned to the Gods for help.   

Though, you never expected an answer back.

before reading : The God I based this off of was the God Bishamonten - A God of warriors originated from India but is regarded as one of Japan’s Seven Lucky Gods. He is prayed to for victory before battle and is a God of defense against foreign invaders overall - this includes illness. In artwork the group of deities have been depicted riding a takabune (treasure ship) in which they land in ports and give out gifts. 

setting : not historically accurate. around 1600′s in Japan.

  I make references to these things so it would help you guys understand some of the metaphors and overall storyline to give that a look before reading!

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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

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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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Here to Misbehave (Part 2 - Reid Series)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 |  Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 A/N: Well, here it is in all it’s glory! Part two, smut sandwiched between two small parts of fluff! Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader Category: Smut! Content Warnings: Adults w/ Age Difference (10yrs) Word Count: 4,289

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When the Uber finally came, Spencer opened the door for me and I was reminded that despite his awkwardness, he really was a gentleman. I slid through the backseat, just grateful the car didn’t smell like vomit or cigarettes to completely ruin the mood. “You just going up a couple blocks, huh?” The driver asked, to which I gave an enthusiastic, “Yep!”

Thankfully, he didn’t try to make any conversation beyond that. I was honestly a bit worried Spencer might start on a tangent that would take longer than the trip. But he was surprisingly quiet, instead opting to watch the buildings pass.

“I just realized,” I thought out loud, “I’m still not sure what you do.” Pulled from his thoughts, he turned to look at me with a troubled look. “I uh…” The secrecy was a bit concerning, but it wasn’t like he could do anything that scary, right? He worked for the FBI, after all.

“I work for the Behavioral Analysis Unit. I’m a profiler. I… read people.” God, he was so fucking impressive. He was obviously even trying to dumb it down for me, and I still couldn’t comprehend exactly what he did.

Suddenly, I was closing myself off to him, and I could feel it happening but I couldn’t do anything to stop it.

“See, that’s exactly why I didn’t want to tell you,” he explained, motioning to the way I crossed my arms and legs. I laughed nervously, forcing myself to drop my arms. Once I did, both of his hands grasped one of mine like they would break.

He opened his mouth to speak, his eyes sparkling with the things I wished he would say. But I would never know what he would have told me in that moment, because the Uber came to a stop, and the driver announced, “Hate to break the mood, but you’re gonna wanna get out here so you don’t have to cross the street.”

“Thanks,” I tried not to lace it with sarcasm, slightly irritated but understanding it wasn’t their fault. He waved to me as Spencer struggled to exit the car. Thank god, I thought, he can still be an idiot, too.

Getting to the room was the easiest part of the night. We didn’t say anything as he released my hand and I led him over to the elevator. Just one more awkward, sexual tension filled moment away from being alone with him. It wasn’t until now that I realized how nervous I actually was.

It wasn’t my first one night stand, but it was the first one I had actually enjoyed each second of so far. Now that I was aware of his job, it made more sense why he was able to recognize my spiking anxiety. My attention on him again, I still felt like he was holding something back. I didn’t ask. In a strange way, I was worried that if he told me what he wanted to, I might not be able to let him go.

The doors slowly dragged open, and I almost waited for him to get off first before remembering that I was the one with the key. By the time we got to my room, I wasn’t sure how to act. It felt overwhelming and terrifying, to know that his entire job was reading people. Although, I was tempted to think he wasn’t the best profiler if he hadn’t realized I was 20. Then again, maybe it had been wishful thinking. If so, I was a little flattered.

“If you’ve changed your mind, I just want you to know that’s okay.” His voice broke through the nonstop frantic analysis. I turned to face him, leaning against the doorframe. He still hadn’t fully come into the room. He was giving me an out that I definitely didn’t want to take.

“I haven’t… Have you?”

“No.” A short yet sweet reply that calmed some parts of me and terrified another. He took a meaningful step forward, shutting the door quietly behind him.

“Although, now that we’re in better lighting and a quieter atmosphere, I’ve got to ask you something.” The way he approached me was not apprehensive. Somehow, it calmed me. “Go ahead,” I whispered once he got close enough for me to hook my hands in his pant pockets. “Do you have any other secrets to confess?”

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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.