Eggabelle

Hey, I know this is really late, but I'd like to apologize for the way I portrayed "psychopaths". I understand that my fanfic was unrealistic in regards to actual people who have anti-social personality disorder. This was brought to my attention by an imgur post, which definitely wasn't aimed directly at me, but described that many people with this condition can lead perfectly normal lives. But I hope you took my writing with a grain of salt, I mean this is just a fanfiction written by a teenager, after all. So, what I'm saying is sorry, for all of you who were dissapointment or offended. Have a good day! Or night, or afternoon.       -Meg

The keys jangled as Reid unlocked the door to your shared apartment. "(Y/n)? I'm back! Can we go out to eat tonight? I need to get my mind off some things." Reid sighed, another hard case. How many lives could he have saved if only he had figured it out faster? He began looking for you, thinking you might have taken a nap. "(Y/n)? Hey where are you?" He rounded the corner into the kitchen, his eyes suddenly bombarded with the grisly sight in front of him. Neatly severed limbs lay piled up on one wall, the floor was painted with blood. You stood by the sink, dressed in a perfectly macabre black sundress. You hummed, washing the hair of a man

It was a Tuesday, and you were eating the last Jell-o. An old man with faded tattoos glared at you from across the room. You were tempted to flip him off, but it would look stupid with the cuffs on your hands. You normally would've just taken them off, but the nurses would lock you in your room out of frustration. "Miss (l/n)? You have a visitor in the common room." You looked up at the nurse, who seemed a little nervous around you. You calmed her with a genuine smile, because you knew your favorite person was here. You practically ran to the bright windowed room. There, sitting at your usual table, was Dr. Spencer Reid. "(Y/n)!" Reid wave

You tapped your black knight on the chess board, carefully thinking through your next move. Your opponent was a middle aged woman who kept prattling on about this and that. You couldn't  be more disinterested. Over the chatter of mentally ill patients, you heard a small voice you could never forget. Your head shot up like a prairie dog. "Reid?" You saw the funny little profiler standing awkwardly across the room. "I read plenty! That's just rude (y/n)." Jane cried. "Oh shut up." You snapped. You got up, tossing the knight over your shoulder. You tried not to run as you made it to the doorway where Reid was standing. "Hi." You fiddled with

 You could barely hear the rapping of your fingernails on the bar over the thumping bass. You sipped the space equivalent of (favorite drink). You were so pissed your friend bailed out on you, leaving you to drink alone. Soon a bold man slid up next to you at the bar. "Wanna dance?" "Um, I think I'm good thanks." For a single man in a bar, he looked shocked to be turned down. "Don't you know who I am?" Against your better judgement you gave him a second glance. "What? Are you like an actor or something?" "I'm Starlord!" "Is that like a stage name?" Now this man, 'Starlord', looked at you like you were an alien. Which you were. "No!" H

There was a slight chill in the SHEILD conference room. Doctor Banner had adopted a purple sweater, and Tony's scotch was neat. Director Fury emerged from his office and into the room, dragging you next to him. You pulled your arm from his grasp and we're just about to spit on his shoes, when you noticed the room was populated by New York City's resident superheroes. "Hey Patchy, who's the babe?" Tony asked between sips. Fury just managed to grab you arm before you lodged a fork in the billionaire's colon. "This," Fury replied, giving you a stern look, "Is SHEILD's newest recruit, and newest Avenger." The only agents able to hide their surp

"Hotch, (y/n)'s gone. I lost her." "What do you mean? You let her out?" "No, she said she had to go to the bathroom!" "And you didn't have Garcia follow her?" ".... I didn't think of that." "Does she at least have cuffs on? Her's have GPS tracking." Reid gulped as he looked at the cuffs on your chair. "No." The line was eerily quiet until Hotch finally gave his answer. "Reid. You find her. Or I will hold you personally responsible for anything she does." Agent Hotchner then hung up, leaving Reid with a lost you. You had hopped a flight using your awesome acting skills. And now you landed in Portland. The home of the team's current kil

The FBI's best profiling team were waiting for Hotch in the conference room. Earlier, he had said there was a new asset he wanted the team to meet. Morgan tapped a pencil against the table. Garcia hummed a little tune. J.J. was reading some files. Suddenly the man in question strode in. Everyone looked up to see you trailing behind him. You looked fairly normal except for the handcuffs around your wrists. You caught the eye of the youngest profiler and winked. Reid blinked, confused, before he saw you had gotten out of your restraints. "Everyone, this is (f/n) (l/n). She will be consulting on our latest case. As you can see she is-" Hotch

You had met the leverage team when they interrupted your con. You breathed your hair out of your face. As easy as it was, climbing through air ducts was boring. You popped the grate out and slithered into the CEO's office. You put your gloves on and  accessed his account using your own personal virus, which you had nicknamed the weasel, it took all his money and put it in your account without a trace. You popped your drive out and put it in your pocket. You stepped out into the hallway, now in a gray pantsuit. As you walked down the hallway you bumped into a man with his hair in a ponytail and glasses. You spotted the bug in his ear and pus

He caught up to Tony a while later. They were in the section of the helicarrier where the avenger’s had their various suites. He realized Tony’s plan too late- Tony rapped on the door before running off. You opened the door, rubbing sleep out of your eyes. “Yes?” You asked. You lifted your head to see a blushing Banner. You then remembered you were in your pajamas. You squeaked and slammed the door. Why were you so nervous? You were a joker. A tease. You didn’t actually like him. Did you? Calm yourself (F/n)! You opened the door and peeked your head out. But he was gone. Da fuq? You imagined standing in front of