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Oh, we heard tale of a party.
Sinners (2025) dir. Ryan Coogler
Jack OâConnell rehearsing Rocky Road to Dublin for the movie Sinners.
Source : Camp Rince Ceol Irish Dance Summer Camp
guys iâm all for the remmick fics, but as a white individual myself, kkk leader daughter!reader like are you absolutely kidding me?? not only is it just distasteful but it makes no sense narratively either.
another point to make is a âreaderâ fic is purposefully written so that a reader can insert themselves, descriptive words like âpaleâ just donât work.
there are so many ways around it, donât say âhe runs his fingers over her pale skin,â say something like âsoftâ skin instead, or even just skin, you know?
you can write a white character, but make them an original character then, donât make it as a reader insert, and donât make them part of the klan, like WHAT?
guys i am going to continue between your eyes but omg iâm busier than iâve ever been in my life because iâm graduating uni in may and i had to move houses and just everything is happening all at once
đđ Collateral Damage.
Spencer Reid x Fem!reader
Summary: When you accompany your husband to an interrogation, the last thing you expect is to learn that the woman who ruined your lives has gotten what you've always wanted: a baby.
Words: 3,7k.
Warnings & Tags: mentions of infertility, pregnancy loss, jail, hospital, therapy. reader and spencer are married yey. angst WITHOUT a happy ending. cat adams is warning all by herself. again, so much angst. spoilers for s12 e22 ("red light"). english isn't my first language (sorry for my mistakes, be kind please).
Note: This is incredibly sad and one of the first parts of me trying to clean up my drafts (I literally cried reading this last night, love it so much).
hey hey, so my last day of uni for the year was today, as well as tfotj finale soooo, i want to thank you all for being patient with me and chapter two will be out soon!
Spencer Reid Masterlist:
Guide: Smut â, Angst â, Fluff <3
Kissing in the office <3 by @reidalert
Sleepy Needy Spence â by @nereidprinc3ss
Work call during the act â by @nevvdrinksteaa
Pregnancy Announcement (sort of) , vol.2 <3
by @pathologicalreid
"I'm not sleeping with Reid" â by @incognit0slut
Headcannons <3 by @rafesgfs
Well-kept secret â < 3 by @astrophileous
Work place environment by @nereidprinc3ss
Glasses <3, vol. 2 <3 , vol.3 â by @luveline, @atlabeth and @raekensluver
Falling asleep on his shoulder, vol.2 <3
by @inkdrinkerworld and @bklynsboys
Please don't have somebody waiting for you <3
by @cerisereids
Being a menace, vol.2 <3 (tho it is suggestive kinda) by @in-another-april and @incognit0slut
Comforting him <3 by @little-miss-dilf-lover
Sleep Deprivation <3 by @faunalune
I love this too much â by @reiderwriter
Sneaking around â by @nereidprinc3ss
First Time â by @luveline
Between the books â by @reidmotif
Whiny and Spoiled â by @nereidprinc3ss
Hyper Independent <3 by @inkdrinkerworld
New haircut <3 by @inkdrinkerworld
Waking up with kisses <3 by @secretlovezz
No vacancy <3 @kiss-inthekitchen
Reuniting after prison (Hotch!reader) â<3
by @pathologicalreid
Being a munch â by @lis-likes-fics
Me while watching CM â by @an1t4k
High Heels <3 by @guiltyasreid
Decoy â by @violetrainbow412-blog
Tech analyst reader <3 by @moonstruckme
Mixed Messages (series) by @easy-there-leftovers
Addicted to you â @spencerreidenjoyer
Drunk confessions <3 by @nereidprinc3ss
Proposals <3 by @reidmania
Plastic Hearts (Gideon!reader) â by @atlabeth
I might be in love (Prentiss!reader)
by @januaryembrs
This hurts but in a good way â
by @aliteralsemicolon
Heavenly sweet â by @reidsfilm
His hands, vol.2 â by @raekensluver and @t1red-twillight
Coming home late <3 by @fairysongs
Soft Intimacy <3 by @t1red-twilight
Missed Lunches (Gideon!reader)â
by @mindfullycriminal
Grounded (Hotch!reader) <3 by @rreids
His kisses <3 â by @inkdrinkerworld
50 shades <3 by @rumplereids
Dad!Spence:
Paternity leave <3 by @radiant-reid
Mini Doctor <3 by @reidsdaisies
Hard to say no <3 by @radiant-reid
Lamby goes to work <3 by @cerisereids
Everything in the world <3 by @lis-likes-fics
Daddy's girl <3 by @midniteluv
Toddlerus Interruptus <3 by @reid-fiction
Midnight Scaries <3 by @reid-fiction
Early labor <3 by @rumplereids
Other Masterlists:
Masterlist 1 by @pathologicalreid
Masterlist 2 by @radiant-reid
Masterlist 3 by @slowburningechoes
Note: sorry some of the tags may not work my Tumblr is acting up, also a Spencer Reid fic should be posted sometime soon
I just loved your story about The Day of the Jackal, and I really need it so much. Please continue đ„č
I will be continuing! Iâm currently in the middle of my last few weeks of uni for the year, so itâs a bit hectic. But please trust that Iâm writing during every bit of free time that I have!
I should hopefully have a new chapter out by monday night.
recent episode got me đ
BETWEEN YOUR EYES
the jackal x oc
chapter one
WARNING: this fanfiction will contain mature scenes, violence, and coarse language.
word count: 1.6k, a short set-up chapter. enjoy!
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CHAPTER ONE: ONE SHOT, ONE KILL.
Grace McCarron loved the smell of coffee. Especially in the early mornings when the sun hadnât risen and the streets were still wet with last nightâs rain. It irked her though, how people could be so loud at such an early hour. Couldnât people just be quiet? Talk at a normal volume, it was only the hour of six.Â
The blondeâs fingers rap against the counter in a steady rhythm. Her expression reads neutral as she watches the customers enjoying their breakfasts, discussing work projects and gossip. It was all so mundane, every word they said was capable of drawing a yawn from her lips. Nobody is interesting this morning.
With a sigh, Grace reaches under the counter for the remote, flicking on the television in the corner. Her head tilts, blue eyes sparkling with intense focus at the headline written across the lower third of the screen.Â
Manfred Fest assassinated.
Graceâs eyes narrow, something interesting. Her attention is only being drawn away by the sound of a customer waiting to order. A young woman, brunette, sheâd be mid-twenties.Â
âItâs horrible isnât it?â The woman says.
âIâm on the fence,â Grace admits. âWhat can I get for you?â
âA latte, please⊠You donât think itâs bad?â
âThat a fascist offended somebody and got himself killed? Not really.â Grace presses the coffee, clicking it into the machine before foaming the milk. With practised expertise, she fills a takeaway cup with the espresso and milk, creating lines of art on the top.Â
âI donât know much about foreign politics,â the woman taps her card.
âTake it from me, be glad he wonât be the new German Chancellor.â
Graceâs attention is brought back to the screen as the customer walks away with her latte. A single sniper shot from a distance of over three kilometres. Impressive. More than. The corners of her lips tilt into a small grin, leaning back onto the counter with crossed arms, she watches the news report.
It had started raining again, like it usually did in London. The sound of tires driving over the slick roads was comforting to Grace. Red brake lights reflected in the puddles by the footpath, headlights and street lamps casting a warm hue despite the darkening sky. She loved the rain, the sound of it pattering against whatever surface. However, it did make it hard to get a decent line of sight. Her lips quirked slightly, a lover of challenge. One blue eye closed, a glint of thrill in the other as it stared through the scope of a personalised sniper rifle.Â
Sleeping with the blinds open, Grace could never understand it, but it certainly helped her in this case. The target laid across his bed, his thumb scrolling across the screen of his phone. The lights in his apartment were on, everything visible. He was so stupidly vulnerable. She couldâve shot six times over by now, but would there be any fun in that? Her finger taps against the trigger as she recalls the deviance of the sleazy man. The world would be better off without him.
BANG. One shot, one kill.
Grace pulls her head back from the sniper, standing up, she starts to pack down the rifle. Her eyes donât leave the window of the now-deceased target as she unscrews the barrel, packing it all into a case. She hurries downstairs, unlocking her car and driving off swiftly. Chances are nobody would find him until morning, but it is still safer to get away as quickly as possible.
The internet cafe was practically dead at this hour, a lone stranger or two. It had started to rain outside again, Grace could hear it on the roof, see it on the windows. It was also a Wednesday, unlikely that it would be busy. She plugs a USB into one of the many PCs, accessing Dark Core.
Access Chatroom:
Username: xxxfOxTROT22971x$
Password: ************
xxxfOxTROT22971x$___ job complete.
xxxfOxTROT22971x$___he will not bother you anymore.
FPOxENT779X___thank you.
xxxfOxTROT22971x$___yes.
CRTVDSTRYR*1908 one new message.
CRTVDSTRYR*1908___Big admirers of your work. Have project we think will interest you. Superlative remuneration.
xxxfOxTROT22971x$___i donât work for money.
CRTVDSTRYR*1908___What do you work for?
xxxfOxTROT22971x$___enforcement of consequence.
CRTVDSTRYR*1908___There is a man who needs to face consequences.
CRTVDSTRYR*1908___Canât talk here.
CRTVDSTRYR*1908___Will you meet in person?
xxxfOxTROT22971x$___where?
Grace sits back in her seat, her finger traces her bottom lip as she waits for a response. This was an odd one, but they seem insistent. For them to know of her work, they had to have communication with sources she had helped in the past.
CRTVDSTRYR*1908___Will make a transfer of good will. Location attached.
xxxfOxTROT22971x$___tomorrow morning.
Logout.
A sum of $10,000 has been transferred to your account.
A transfer message has been left.
Grace shuts down the computer, taking out the USB, she packs it into her handbag. Her lips quirk as she exits the internet cafe. Something new, something interesting, a potential challenge. This calls for a stop at that delicious dessert bar down the road from her apartment, a nice meringue or maybe some ice cream would do.
For once the sun was out in London, albeit only slightly, but it did still make Grace look less ridiculous for wearing a cap and sunglasses. She notices a woman sitting on the park bench, must be her. Her black coat flutters behind her in the wind as she sits beside the other woman.
âWho are you?â Grace asks.
âIrish?â The woman responds with a question.
âAnd youâre American.â
âYes.â
âWhy am I here?â Grace leans back against the park bench, crossing her legs. âWhat did he do? Was it assault, did he hurt the kidsâŠ?â
âUlle Dag Charles.â
âUDC⊠the River man?âÂ
âYes,â She answers.
âI donât see how exposing the rich is a crime,â Grace grins. âPlease donât tell me youâve wasted my time.â
âIf he releases River, itâs not just the rich who fall. All secret networks will be exposed, youâll be discovered.â The woman turns to face Grace, trying to get a look at her expression. She quickly realises itâs impossible with the cap and the darkly tinted glasses. âYouâll go to prison for a long time.â
âIf thatâs the case, hidden networks of paedophiles, rapists⊠it will all be exposed. You think theyâll go after little old me?â
âI think even after exposing the rich, theyâll still have the power, and theyâll still be protected.â
âYouâre very insistent,â Grace observes. âWhy me?â
âBecause you always get the job done.â
Sighing, Grace looks up at the cloudy sky, the sun peaking out slightly. She sucks in a breath of the fresh park air before responding. âThis job is a bit harder than the othersâŠâ
âWhich is why weâve hired a second⊠professional, such as yourself.â
âFirst, you ask me to eliminate a man for wanting to expose the rich, and now you tell me Iâd have to work with another person?â
There is a silence that passes momentarily between the two women as they stare each other down.
âRiver is good for nobody. You will go to prison.â
âNo, I wonât.â Grace smirks knowingly. âWho is the other person?â
âHe is one of the best, alongside yourself.â
âWho is he?â
âI donât know his identityâŠâ She answers. âHe took out Fest.â
âAh.â Graceâs lips immediately quick upwards, a grin taking over her expression. She stands up, hands in pockets, she stares down at the woman still sitting. âAnd what do they call you?â
âZina.â
âZina⊠I donât kill innocent men. Give me one good reason to take this job, and not because of River.â
â...â The American woman sits there contemplating for a moment, her mind working a million miles an hour. âYou donât have to take the shot. We need you to⊠babysit.â
Grace lets out a loud chuckle, âbabysit?â
âIt seems our other hire is caught up in a few⊠troubles after the fest situation. We need you to ensure he gets the job done, and if he fails to, you step in and finish it.â
âWell⊠letâs hope he doesnât fail.â
âIs that a yes to the job?â Zina sits up straight.
âHe is aware, I assume?â
âHe will be made aware.â
âGet me in contact,â Grace turns around and walks away, her coat once again billowing behind her.
It was another early morning, three days after Graceâs meeting with Zina. She sat behind the counter at the cafe, it was a very quiet morning. A Sunday morning, not many were up and about. She opened her laptop, plugging in her USB.
Access Chatroom:
Username: xxxfOxTROT22971x$
Password: ************
**&525marTinGuerrE^$___who are you?
xxxfOxTROT22971x$___should i not be asking you?
**&525marTinGuerrE^$___i do not need babysitting.
xxxfOxTROT22971x$___ah.
xxxfOxTROT22971x$___the other âprofessionalâ
xxxfOxTROT22971x$___nice shot.
**&525marTinGuerrE^$___refuse the job.
xxxfOxTROT22971x$___i donât think i will.
xxxfOxTROT22971x$___i get bored sometimes.
**&525marTinGuerrE^$___then stay out of the way.
xxxfOxTROT22971x$___i do the job iâm hired for.
xxxfOxTROT22971x$___donât get into trouble, and i wonât have to step in and clean it up.
**&525marTinGuerrE^$___i donât need anybody to clean up.
xxxfOxTROT22971x$___a little birdy told me otherwise.
xxxfOxTROT22971x$___i am not the enemy.
**&525marTinGuerrE^$___i donât work in teams.
xxxfOxTROT22971x$___there is a first time for everything.
xxxfOxTROT22971x$___iâm not here to steal your job.
xxxfOxTROT22971x$___iâm here to cover your ass so you can get it done.
xxxfOxTROT22971x$___you said you donât work in teams, that means you have no connections.
xxxfOxTROT22971x$___you will fuck up, you will go to jail.
**&525marTinGuerrE^$___Munich.
**&525marTinGuerrE^$___i will send the hotel details.
xxxfOxTROT22971x$___see you there.
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hi all,
sorry about the delay on chapter 1 of my jackal fanfiction, the bottom of my laptop has popped open and iâve been trying to get it fixed, so i havenât been touching it in fear of breaking it more, should be up shortly!
BETWEEN YOUR EYES
CHAPTER ONE: ONE SHOT, ONE KILL.
sneak peek.
WARNING: this fanfiction will contain mature scenes, violence, and coarse language.
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It had started raining again, like it usually did in London. The sound of tires driving over the slick roads was comforting to Grace. Red brake lights reflected in the puddles by the footpath, headlights and street lamps casting a warm hue despite the darkening sky. She loved the rain, the sound of it pattering against whatever surface. However, it did make it hard to get a decent line of sight. Her lips quirked slightly, a lover of challenge. One blue eye closed, a glint of thrill in the other as it stared through the scope of a personalised sniper rifle.Â
Sleeping with the blinds open, Grace could never understand it, but it certainly helped her in this case. The target laid across his bed, his thumb scrolling across the screen of his phone. The lights in his apartment were on, everything visible. He was so stupidly vulnerable. She couldâve shot six times over by now, but would there be any fun in that? Her finger taps against the trigger as she recalls the deviance of the sleazy man. The world would be better off without him.
bless youuuu for your day of the jackal service!!! i will be seated đđ»
i was severely disappointed by the ZERO fanfictions/oneshots when i opened tumblr, so i will take matters into my own hands.
the first chapter will be up soon đđ»
Three's a Sideshow
Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader
Summary: Spencer misses an important date and ends up paying the consequences Trope:Angst w.c: 4.2k a/n: this is one of the many many requests of @lavonee (her exact request was: maybe spencer misses an important date/anniversary because of jj and reader is finally fed up being second place to her) trying my best to address all of them. Not proofread. Comments and reblogs are highly appreciated! đ masterlist
The hazy dim light of each candle on the white linen covered table gave the restaurant an orange hue. Various aromas of meat, wine, and complimentary cheese wafted through the enclosed space. Sensual tones of the saxophone lightly played on the speakers perfectly weave through each muted conversations between loved onesâcouples and families. The high-end restaurant basked in good food and great company.Â
Everything was perfect.
Every costumer joyous and warm from the delicious wine.Â
All except for one, alone by the corner booth, phone pressed to your ear and eyes scanning for the tall, lithe form of the date for the night.
Beep. Beep. Beâ
You grimaced at the busy line tone that answered you, again. Hands gripping the draped linen, trying your best not to tap your newly manicured fingers on the tableâtrying to blend into the background, unsuccessfully.Â
You stuck out like a sore thumb. All dressed up with no partner or food on the table, just a glass of once chilled wineâcondensation all around it like tears of abandonment and longing.Â
BETWEEN YOUR EYES
âIf youâre a Jackal, call me a Fox.â
jackal (charles) x oc
In which an elusive assassin finds his match in a barista by day, trained killer by night. They become entangled, playing a game of cat and mouse with an MI6 officer as the clock works against them.
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âYou kill men?â
âI kill bad men.â
âHm.â She takes note of the corner of his lips. How they turn up into a small smirk. âShould I be worried?â
â...It would be a shame to put a bullet between those eyes.â
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CHAPTERS:
chapter one: one shot, one kill
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