Hello!

I enjoy writing, criminal minds, scream, marvel, COD etc etc.. I’m 19, some posts will not be suitable for under 18.

[adell032]

Masterlist

Trust- New Series After escaping Makarov, you attempt to make a new life for yourself as an assassin, an assassin that catches the eye of a certain CIA Agent, Kate Laswell, who decides you're an asset the TaskForce 141 could use. Part One- 19/09/25 Part Two- This is my first time making a masterlist, lmk if it works or not please :)

[blignick]

[bunjywunjy]

this is actually HILARIOUS because both domestic rabbits and domestic cats practice dominance-related social grooming but for wildly different reasons.

if you're a rabbit, the boss rabbit is the one who gets groomed by its subordinate rabbits.

but if you're a cat... the boss cat is the one that grooms the other cats.

BOTH these idiots are going "aw yeah, it's good to be on top >:) "

[mugiwara-lucy]

Yeah I said something similar yesterday but we can NOT let what happened to Renee Good cloud what happened to everyone else at the hands of these SS Demons!!!

Because we can’t disregard one person if we’re for human rights!

[adell032]

Trust- Part One

After escaping Makarov, you attempt to make a life for yourself as an assassin, putting your training to good use. But no one can escape Kate Laswell.

TF141x Reader I use names because I hate Y/N and I can't write without a name, it won't be used much though.

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You knew you weren't a good person, you'd killed too many innocents during your lifetime, spent most of your life on the wrong side of the gun, pulling the trigger at the wrong people, throwing their bodies to the side as if it didn't bother you. But it did.

You tried to even it out when you were no longer under the control of someone else, killing those who deserved it, refusing to take the large sum of money a domestic abuse victim offers, the weight of the innocents deaths already enough on your shoulders. But the guilt never left you, it lingered like your shadow, relentless even in the brightest light.

Regardless, you were proud of where you stood now, in control of who you hunted, punishing those with crimes worse than yours, freeing victims from the chains that held them down the same way yours used to. It was poetic in a way, how you'd grown from villain to hero, not that you would call yourself that, the ghosts of your victims never letting you forget, but no longer shying away from your gun, knowing now that the gun you held was yours and not your masters.

Those unaware of the crimes your victims committed called you the Reaper, recognising your pattern of a tarot card left at the scene of crimes, not that there were many. You usually hid the victims, but some deserved to rot in the open, letting mother nature take over them, punishing them further, even in death, allowing the threat of you to scare their accomplices into submission, though they'd usually end up dead too.

You'd built a decent life for yourself since escaping Makarov, returning to England, living in a slightly run down flat, despite the money in your bank, never feeling worthy enough of a comfortable home, and wary enough to know being too comfortable would get you caught.

Working part time as a bartender made the town you lived in warm up to you, residents no longer asking prying questions about where you'd appeared from, the scars that littered your body, where your money came from.

Despite the friendliness, they didn't hesitate to point in your direction when a CIA agent came looking, your last contractor didn't even give you a heads up before she scattered, leaving you unaware of how you were being watched.

The eyes on you weren't subtle, but you assumed it was just another drunk until you turned to face her, stopping in your tracks at the sight of a new face, definitely not drunk. "Althea Montgomery?" The customer service smile drops of your face, no one in this town knew your last name, you made sure of that.

"Sorry, I don't know her, what can I get for you?" You try to regain confidence in yourself, eyes drifting to the badge she pulls from her pocket, "you can't lie to me, Reaper."

Turning on your heel, you beeline for the back exit, the agent quick behind you as you sprint through the kitchen, only just managing to grab your bag from the hook it hangs on as you shove the door open, wrangling your gun from the bag as she stands before you.

"Who are you?" Your voice wavers, grip on your gun tightening like your desperation to get out of this situation. The birds chirp as they fly past, blissfully living their lives in a way you envy, especially in this moment.

"Kate Laswell, CIA. I'm not here to arrest you." She holds her hands up to show she means no harm, yet the gun you hold stays in place, too many possibilities running through your mind, fear clouding your judgement.

"What do you want with me?"

Kate takes a breath before answering, "I have an offer for you."

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You hold Kate's phone in your hand as you stand uncomfortable in your own flat, Kate sitting comfortably as she observes the place. This conversation couldn't happen in public, and you weren't afraid to leave everything behind to get away from the CIA agent.

"I want you to join a team."

The scoff leaves your lips before you properly process her words, "a team?"

"Yes, a taskforce."

Your eyes widen as you chuckle, "you want me to join the military?"

"Not just any military, this taskforce are-"

You cut her off before she can finish delivering her practiced speech, "now, why would I do that?"

"Vladmir Makarov."

The name makes your skin crawl, the flat growing cold as if a thousand ghosts are consuming the place, your throat runs dry, the echo of a hand resting there restricting your breathing as you stare at Kate whilst she gouges your reaction.

Staying silent seems to be your only option as no words crawl to escape your mouth, not that you think you could even talk with how your body locks up, every muscle freezing in place as his name settles in the air.

"It's only a matter of time before he does something drastic enough for me to send this Taskforce to solve. I want you to help."

"Help?" The word comes out as a whisper, "Vladmir is a hard man to catch, Kate Laswell."

She frowns at your use of his first name instead of his last, thinking for a moment before speaking, "you were kidnapped on your way home from school when you were 16, parents killed after you were reported missing, the rest of your family were slowly killed off whilst your whereabouts remained a mystery."

"I don't know what he did to you, but I'd like to imagine that you'd like to avenge your family deaths."

"How do.. how do you know he killed my family?" You ask wearily, grip on her phone tightening as if it would give you all the answers you wanted.

"Makarov has very cruel methods, I'm sure you're aware of that. The taskforce 141 have wanted an excuse to find him for years, and I think he's about to give us one."

For the first time in years, you begin to feel almost hopeful, to finally be able to hunt down and kill the man responsible for the way your life turned out, but the threat of being in a team lingers. The fear of being under the control of another person, another man, sets alight a fear inside of you that you'd thought you'd squashed.

"The taskforce 141 are good men, Althea." She talks as if she can read your mind, "I can offer you a lenient contract, with a good exit clause. At any point if you feel threatened by any of my soldiers, you can leave."

The offer hangs above your head like a sword, you think for a moment before trusting your voice, "they aren't to know who I am, my true name, my past or my present. They cannot know, Laswell."

Kate nods with a small smile, as if she'd predicted you would ask for this, "deal."

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Getting back in my writing era ig

[prettyboyivy]

it's the one-handed strum for me

[adell032]

how did tumblr know I started listening to sleep token 😭

[guerrillatech]

A new mode of production arises out of the newly networked masses.

[praeca]

Fanartists:

Thingiverse users:

Royalty free sounds

Flash games

Productivity has always been there

[tim-burton-bitch]

Because shockingly when people enjoy what they do (you make it enjoyable instead of just hammering on them) people WANT to do things!

[rudolphsboyfriend]

Fanfiction authors!!

[fatefulfaerie]

Where is the button to shout this from the rooftop?

[changelingsrule]

[adell032]

Haymitch calling Katniss the mockingjay when they vote on another hunger games because he knows the revolution isn’t over yet because Coin is alive.

just wanted to get that off my chest

[lilyevansalways]

I love them so much

[adell032]

it’s the way Haymitch always understands what Katniss wants to do even when she doesn’t say it

[adell032]

Haymitch calling Katniss the mockingjay when they vote on another hunger games because he knows the revolution isn’t over yet because Coin is alive.

just wanted to get that off my chest

[cyborgsmanifesto]

dealing with the worst case scenario

your condom breaks

you feel a lump on your breast

your friends are ignoring you

you’re stranded on an island 

you got rejected by a crush

you get into a car accident

you got stung by a bee/wasp

you got fired from your job

you’re in an earthquake

your tattoo gets infected

your house is on fire

you’re lost in the woods

you get arrested abroad

you get robbed

your partner cheated on you

you’re on a ship that’s sinking

you fall into ice

you’re stuck in an elevator

you hit a deer with your car

you have food poisoning

your pet passed away

you fall off of a horse

you or your friend has alcohol poisoning

you have toxic shock syndrome

your house has a gas leak

[4velitta4]

I feel like this could be useful in my future

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[honey-on-your-tongue]

Saving this because with my luck, I might need them all…

[renta-bat]

The cackle that left my body shook the earth

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[adell032]

i don’t reblog stuff like EVER, but this is too funny 😭

[adell032]

Toxic- Spencer

Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader (I don't like y/n so I use random names) Warnings: angst (?) violence Prompt: Spencer knows she loves him, even if those feelings weren't reciprocated, he didn't think she would leave him (we all know Spencer wouldn't act like this) ---------------------------- Allie had been in love with Spencer since the moment she stepped into the BAU, it was a known fact around the office, one that Spencer only noticed 5 years later. Spencer seemed to take advantage of Allie's love for him, something that Allie didn't mind, trips to get coffee, trips to get paperwork, doing a task on a case that he didn't want to do, she always agreed.

Derek and Emily would often tease her for how fast she'd say yes to Spencer, none of the team taking notice to how Spencer's requests grew bigger and bigger as time went on. Simple trips for coffee whilst on a case turned into shopping for him after work, grabbing some paperwork turned into doing some paperwork, cleaning a spilt drink turned into cleaning his whole apartment, yet Allie still didn't mind, instead she just waited for the day that Spencer realised he loved her too.

That day didn't come around, when Maeve and Spencer started dating, Allie noticed that Spencer was sneaking around, making sneaky calls on cases and making Allie wait outside his room all night until he came back. When Maeve died, Allie used her key to check on Spencer every day, though that stopped when he threw a book at her, just missing her cheek by a second.

When Spencer was arrested in Mexico, Allie was the first person to turn up at the jail, and the last person to visit the prison before his release. Allie was the one checking on his mom, keeping his apartment tidy, visiting him weekly, and figuring a way to get him out of jail. Yet she was the last person Spencer spoke to.

It was even worse when he started dating Max, the only time he would talk to the girl was when he was asking her to do something for him. Allie realised she was too attached when Cat Adams used her as an example of why Spencer is a bad person, yet she still waited.

After Cat was arrested for the last time, Spence and Allie didn't talk for a week until he apologised, promising to be a better friend. He stayed true to his word, but Allie felt herself falling for him more and more.

After a bad run-in with an ex boyfriend that left her bloody and bruised, Allie turned up at Spencer's apartment, Spencer cleaned her up and Allie agreed to stay there for the rest of the week. By day 4, she had heard Spencer fuck another girl every single day and night, and she had had enough.

"Hey, Allie." Cassie smiled happily as she walked into the kitchen, wearing only Spencer's shirt. Allie was sat on the kitchen counter, eating a bowl of pasta, "hey Cassie." She responded quietly, looking away from the girl.

Cassie busied herself with making food, whilst Allie cleaned up her dishes, "why are you making food?" Spencer asked as he joined the girls in the kitchen, Cassie shrugged, "got hungry."

Spencer glanced to Allie, "didn't you just make some food?" Allie nodded, pointing towards the dishes she had just cleaned, "did you not make us any?" Cassie awkwardly sighed, walking up to Spencer and whispering something to him before kissing his cheek and heading back to the bedroom.

Allie's heart ached, wondering what Cassie had that she didn't. Why couldn't Spencer see that she was right there.

"I think you should go home, Allie." There was no emotion in Spencer's words, but the look he gave her was pure hatred.

"What? You were the one who said to stay for the week, Spence, what if-"

"Don't fucking call me that, just grab your shit and go."

"What is your problem? I've always called you Spence."

"My problem is that you're so obsessed with me and its annoying! You're nothing but a stupid, selfish stalker!"

Allie felt her heart drop, "stalker? God, Spencer, we're friends, we've been friends for over ten years and I'm all of a sudden a stalker? You invited me to stay here for the week so that I don't possibly get killed by my stalker ex boyfriend!"

"He'd be doing me a favour, now please leave, Alison."

Allie took a step back from Spencer, in their time of being friends he had never called her Alison. The only people who called her Alison were Hotch and Strauss, "he'd be doing you a favour?" She whispered, those words only just processing.

"Yes, Alison, I hope he kills you so you can finally leave me alone."

"You want me to leave you alone, fine. But never, ever, wish that shit on someone." Allie walked into the living room, picking up her to-go bag, tears freely dropping from her eyes.

"Do you ever stop crying?" Spencer asked as he followed her, "do you ever stop being a cunt?" Allie swore she saw Spencer flinch at her words, insulting someone was something she never did, but she no longer cared.

After a quick check that she had everything, Allie walked towards the front door, "it was nice knowing you, Dr Reid." The door slammed behind her as she practically ran towards her car, tears clouding her vision as she hurriedly messaged Emily.

The drive to the BAU was about half an hour, but Allie knew it was her only option, she'd had enough of being a pawn for Spencer Reid, and she'd had enough of seeing his face everyday.

Grabbing her badge and gun, Allie sped walked into the building, hoping that Emily had read her text message and was still in the building. "Allie! What are you- oh, oh! Allie!" Penelope called after Allie as she rushed into Emily's office, thankfully seeing her still there.

"What's the problem?" Emily looked up from her paperwork, dropping them once she saw Allie, "tell her no, tell her she can't go." Penelope whispered in the doorway as Allie presented her badge and gun to Prentiss.

"I'm resigning from my position of SSA Allison Woods, nothing you say can change my mind."

"You have to give us two weeks warning if you're resigning."

"Then I quit, effective immediately."

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Allie didn't go home that night.

Allie spent the night in her car in the FBI parking lot, her box of stuff shoved on the floor. Pictures of the team, drawings from the kids, her mug, the mug Penelope gifted her, and her box full of 'lucky charms.' She watched as Rossi pulled into the parking lot first, parking a few spots away from her, then Emily pulled in 20 minutes later, then Matt, and slowly, Allie watched as the team went on with their normal days.

Allie pulled out of the parking lot for the last time at around 11am, leaving the building she had been in for the past 13 years. Her house was dark when she arrived, lights off, doors shut, windows shut, no signs of any break in, but she still kept her hand on her personal gun.

Walking in slowly, she flicked the lights on, checking no one was in the entre way before closing the front door, her box and bag dropped to the floor as she was slammed into the door. Her gun slid across the floor and her elbow quickly connected with a face.

Her ex flung back as Allie opened the front door again, one foot out of the door when he grabbed her arm, throwing her to the floor. "Alex what the fuck!"

Alex locked the front door as Allie dove for her gun, grabbing it and sprinting for the back door, a gunshot sounded, and she felt wind pass her as the bullet skimmed her shoulder. She didn't stop running as she clicked the safety off her own gun, shooting blindly at the guy behind her as she ran to the bedroom.

Allie locked the bedroom door, running to her ensuite and locking herself in there too, the sound of banging was loud, and the sound of the door breaking was louder. Allie grabbed her now smashed phone from her pocket, clicking on the first contact she saw, before her finger could click the call button Allie fell back as a bullet hit her skin, her phone and gun falling out of her hand as she hit her head off the floor.

The bathroom door broke, and Alex threw himself in the room, gun pointed at Allie, "I told you he wouldn't love you like I did."

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The team gathered in the meeting room, finding both Emily and Penelope blankly staring at the badge and gun in the centre of the table. "Who's leaving?" Rossi looked at everyone in the room, but everyone shook their heads.

"Where's Reid and Woods?"

"I'm right here." Reid walked into the room, and Penelope glared at him, barging past him as she left. Emily cleared her throat, "Alison quit last night, effective immediately. She no longer works for the BAU."

"What?" Tara whispered, "but, she loves this job, she wouldn't just leave."

"Well, she did. There's no case for today, so paperwork. That will be all." Emily left first, heading towards Garcia's office, leaving the rest of the team.

"She's really gone? She just.. left?" Spencer spoke first, picking up Allison's badge, confirming it was hers. "No, she wouldn't."

"It doesn't make any sense, she wouldn't just leave without saying goodbye." Luke sat down, picking up his phone, "what are you doing?"

"I'm giving her a call, might go and stop by her place." Luke rang her number, the call immediately going to voicemail, "I'm going to her place, her phone never goes to voicemail." He stood up quickly, but Rossi held a hand up, "wasn't she staying with you, Reid?"

The five of them looked at Reid, who stayed silent, "Alex is out of jail right? Didn't you say she could stay with you for the week until the restraining order is in place?" JJ asked, and Reid nodded his head.

"Well then, where is she?" Luke asked, taking a step towards Reid.

"She left."

"To where?" Matt demanded, staring at Reid from across the table, "I'm not sure."

"Why'd you let her leave without knowing where she's going! Alex promised he'd kill her when he got out, and you just let her go?"

"We got into an argument, I told her to leave."

"You told her to leave?" Rossi asked calmly, "Are you fucking stupid, Reid?" Matt shouted, grabbing his gun and badge, "if she's hurt in anyway, it's on you."

The door slammed open as Penelope and Emily ran in, "we have a problem."

[adell032]

Lover Boy Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader Warnings: None Prompt: The team meets the girl Rossi and Hotch saved a few years back, little do they know she's Spencers childhood friend (I hate using Y/N so I'm giving her a random name) -------------

"Rossi I'm telling you, I will be fine, I'll have you and Hotch by my side, I can handle the BAU."

"It's not you I'm worried about kiddo, we've already got one genius on the team, now we'll have two!"

You laughed at Rossi, knowing he was just trying to calm both of you down, it was your first day officially working for the BAU, alongside the two men who had saved you 8 years ago. "Audrey, remember, if at any point it feels like too much you can step out, Hotch and I will be right here." "I'm not a little 16 year old anymore, old man, I'm 24, I can do this." "I know you can."

Rossi opened the doors for you, letting you walk in first, Aaron had gave you your credentials and gun yesterday, the rest of the team were at home on their day off, but he had dragged you in to do introductory paperwork. The whole team were waiting for you and Rossi, as you could see them through the glass window, all their backs turned so they couldn't see you, though it looked as if Hotch was giving them a scolding, "he's probably just telling them to be nice, don't worry." Rossi messed your hair up, and you rushed to fix it as Prentiss turned around, quickly tapping JJ on the shoulder as you pushed the door open. The rest of the team turned to you, but you could only focus on one face, "Spencer?"

"You know Spencer?" "You know Audrey?"

The boy genius stood frozen, his mouth opening and closing like a fish before he finally found the courage to speak, "what are you doing here?" His voice cracked as you slowly walked towards him, watching in confusion as he took a step back when you reached out to him, "Spence?"

"I- I can't do this right now." He turned away from you, speeding towards his desk and burying his head in the first book he grabbed, you looked to Rossi, "you didn't tell me he worked here."

"We didn't know that you two knew each other."

"I grew up in Vegas, we went to the same school until he went to college at 14 and I, well you know." Hotch and Rossi nodded, "just give him some time, kiddo." Rossi patted your shoulder, walking off to his own desk as the rest of the team crowded around you.

"I'm Emily, this is JJ, Morgan, and Garcia." Emily pointed to everyone as she said their names, your gaze stopping on Garcia, admiring her clothes, she shrunk back under your stare, "she's so intimidating for a short person." She whispered to Morgan, not very quietly as you had heard her, "sorry, I love your dress, where'd you get it?"

Garcia copied your excitement, "I bought it at this little store in the city, I love your dress, you look like a barbie doll!" You were wearing a long pink dress, pink flats, a white bag and a white blazer, you looked like the lawyer version of barbie if her hair was black. "Thanks! Haley bought me this dress for Christmas, said it suited me perfectly."

"You've met Haley?"

"And Jack," you nodded your head at Morgan, "I spend Christmas and my Birthday with them and Rossi."

"Do you not spend it with your family?"

"My family aren't exactly alive, Morgan. Well except my brother, but we haven't seen him in 7 years really, not since Hotch and Rossi found us. It's weird really, one second he was in our hotel room and the next he was gone, haven't heard from him since." You rambled as you stared at Reid, he looked so much different now, his hair was curly, he no longer wore glasses, he was a lot taller, he was hot.

"Pretty Boy will get over whatever that was soon, I promise."

"Well when your childhood friend who went missing 10 years ago shows up at your workplace, you'd usually be happy they're at least not dead." You mumbled, pushing past the team to walk over to Spencer, staring down at him as he continued ignoring you. "Can we talk?"

Spencer didn't even look up, instead he flipped the page of his book, aggressively, "I know it's weird for me to just show up here Spence, but please." He let out a sigh, putting his book down, "we can talk at the round table."

He walked you to another room, taking a seat at the round table, you left a few empty seats between you, "I didn't just leave, Spence, I promise. I didn't just stop responding to your letters."

"Then what the hell happened Audrey? Because last time I checked friends don't ignore each other."

"My parents were killed, Spence. And whoever did it kidnapped Lucas and I for two years, Rossi and Hotch found us 8 years ago, I wanted to reconnect with you I really did, but for my own safety the BAU brought me here."

Reid looked at you in shock, his face full of guilt, "Audrey.."

"That's not all, Lucas left the hotel room we were staying in 7 years ago and he hasn't come back Spence. None of us have seen, or heard anything, I was staying with either Hotch or Rossi for at least 3 years before I moved out after finishing college. I truly did try to find you, but I guess all I had to do was ask the people I was living with, I'm truly sorry."

Spence stood up from his seat, "and they still haven't caught the guy who did this? He's still out there?" You nodded your head, "I'm sorry for assuming, I shouldn't have, fuck." Reid tripped over a chair leg as he tried to walk towards you, falling on his back with a loud bang, "fuck!"

You let out a laugh, "it's nice to know you're still the same Klutz you were 10 years ago," you walked towards Reid, offering him a hand, he grabbed your hand, acting as if he was pulling himself up before pulling you down on top of him, the two of you face to face.

"Reid?" You whispered, staring at his lips as he licked them,

"Yes?"

"Can I kiss you?"

Before he could answer, Reid's hand made its way to your head, pulling you towards him, your lips connecting in a sweet kiss. It was like you were made for eachother, the way your lips moved together slowly, the kiss getting more and more eager as Spencer slowly sat up, his hand on your waist to steady you.

The room was dark, but the light coming from the door opening startled you both apart, Morgan stood in the doorway, "yeah pretty boy, get it on!" He laughed, wincing when Emily slapped his head, grabbing the door and slowly closing it.

You and Spencer looked away from the door staring at each other in silence for a moment before bursting out laughing, hearing Morgan shouting for Hotch outside the door.

You both were smart enough to stand up, sitting two chairs apart as Hotch and Rossi slammed the door open, "everything alright in here?" Rossi asked slowly as Hotch stared at your faces.

"Yep, just catching up on the last ten years."

"Okay.." The two of the slowly closed the door, and you and Reid listened for the sound of receding footsteps before looking at each other again, laughing quietly when you heard Morgan shouting, "they were making out on top of each other!"

"They said they were catching up, Morgan." You heard Hotch scold him. "Don't believe me? Check the cameras!"

Your face turned red as you stared at the camera in the corner of the room, Reid following your gaze, "we're fucked."