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  • deadgcrl
    27.10.2021 - 6 minutes ago

    come bother kat on wire @ my url pls and thank you xoxox

    #i. out of character ━━━━━ ⟫ just took a dna test; turns out i’m 100% over emotional #i’m back 2 binging criminal minds and my neck hurts so i’m laying down
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  • theblueharlequin
    27.10.2021 - 10 minutes ago
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  • there-must-be-a-lock
    27.10.2021 - 51 minutes ago

    One Of Those Days (Spencer x Unnamed OFC)

    @homoose let me dabble in the world of Teach Me Something I Don’t Know, which I cannot recommend enough. I started reading it this spring when I was feeling pretty crappy about my job (teaching pre-k), and it hit me in the feels in a really amazing way. So many warm fuzzies.

    This is pretty tame; it’s sweet and a little sexy, but not smutty. Pure wishful thinking… I too wish I had a Spencer to come home to after one of Those Days.

    580 words, PG-13.

    At least she remembered her rain jacket. It’s only her jeans, purse, Chucks, and every freakin’ inch of exposed skin that get soaked.

    Nothing quite like cold October rain to wake you up after one of Those Days.

    She’s juggling her keys, purse, teacher tote, and a bag of auxiliary art supplies when Spencer opens the door, already holding a towel.

    “I saw you come in,” he says softly, with a little half-smile. “Let me help?”

    She just about cries with relief at that.

    Spencer helps with the bags and the jacket. She struggles out of her wet sneakers and jeans, hopping on one foot and wrestling the waterlogged denim, and he only laughs a little bit. She can’t blame him for that. When she’s down to her panties and her oversized rainbow-striped sweater, he hands her a towel and helps her dry her hair.

    Spencer leads her over to the couch and pulls her down onto his lap so she’s straddling him, and then he drapes one of the afghans around her shoulders, rubbing her bare goosebumped thighs where she’s all clammy from the impromptu shower.

    She has about a zillion things to do, but she can’t make herself pull away.

    Spencer kisses her forehead and then tugs her down into a hug. He just squeezes, and the warm reassuring pressure of his arms makes it a little easier for her to breathe.

    “Long day?” he asks softly.

    “Yeah. Little stressed,” she mumbles into the crook of his neck. “I have to make my costume this weekend, and the kids decided I’m going to be the crab from Moana, so I have to rig up claws, somehow, and the staff meeting was a mess, and— I don’t know.” She sits up straight and tries to get herself together. “Sorry.”

    She feels like a drowned rat, but he’s looking at her like she’s the best thing he’s ever seen.

    “The crab? Really?” he asks, sliding big warm hands under the hem of her sweater to curl around her hips.

    “One of them decided Shiny was his favorite song, so now it’s everybody’s favorite song.”

    She giggles as Spencer ducks to kiss the side of her neck; his hair tickles, and so does his mouth when he nibbles ever so gently at the sensitive spot under her ear. She lets out a long, shaky sigh as he kisses his way along her jaw to her mouth. Then his lips are on hers, and it’s soft and sweet at first, but when she lets out a contented hum and nips at his lower lip, the kiss turns into something deep and hot and head-spinning.

    She’s breathless when she breaks the kiss, resting her forehead against his, unwilling to put too much space between them. Spencer’s thumbs keep sliding up and down the creases of her thighs, and his flush would be enough to give him away, even if she couldn’t feel how hard he is under her.

    “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you have a thing for cartoon crabs,” she teases. She runs her fingers through his hair and gives it a light tug, and he makes this rough, punched-out sound that sends a thrill down her belly.

    “I have a thing for you,” he corrects, voice cracking with the earnest emotion in the words. She shivers, and Spencer frowns. “Are you still cold?”

    “No,” she whispers, pulling his hair again just to watch the way he shudders. “Not at all.”

    #HHDD #happy hump day drabbles #tmsidk#criminal minds
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  • nuclear-boston
    27.10.2021 - 53 minutes ago

    my favorite headcanon-that-isnt-really-a-headcanon-because-theres-so-much-proof is autistic spencer reid. perhaps even comorbid adhd and asd.

    as a neurodivergent person, it makes me so happy to see a decently accurate representation, which is why it bothers me so much that the show never really confirmed yes or no??? i mean sure theres the stereotype of "smart nerd who cant speak to people" but tbh thats just how nd people are sometimes!!! being a stereotype isnt bad!

    anyway i just wanted to say that. autistic dr spencer reid makes me unbelievably happy.

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  • writing-my-mind-off
    27.10.2021 - 1 hour ago

    His Venus & White Snapdragons - Masterlist

    Ongoing | ✨My Main Masterlist✨ | 18+

    Summary: As Max is ready to take the next step with Spencer, he realizes he isn't. Lacking the experience, he starts to make some stupid and questionable decisions involving a streetworker he picked up on Halloween.

    "You are Venus, and I am your Moon. I am the secret that you will never tell. The best secrets are the most bent. Forever your lover, never your man." ― Rolf van der Wind

    Pairing: Virgin!Switch!Reid x prostitute!Reader/OC (VOTE Here!)

    - heavy SMUT - Stranger to Lovers - Cheating -

    Also to read on AO3 & Wattpad

    🌿Soundtrack🌿 | 🌿Aesthetic Trailer🌿

    Give me your FEEDBACK

    Chapter 1 (October 31st!)

    Chapter 2

    Chapter 3

    Chapter 4

    Chapter 5

    Chapter 6

    Chapter 7

    Chapter 8

    Chapter 9

    Chapter 10

    ~🌿~

    Chapter 11

    Chapter 12

    Chapter 13

    Chapter 14

    Chapter 15

    Chapter 16

    Chapter 17

    Chapter 18

    Chapter 19

    Chapter 20

    ~🌿🌿~

    #spencer reid #spencer reid smut #spencer reid fanfic #criminal minds smut #switch!spencer #switch!reid #sub!spencer #sub!reid #dom!reid #dom!spencer #criminal minds fanfic #criminal minds oc #spencer x oc #spencer reid x oc #criminal minds x oc #original female character #spencer x fem!oc #spencer reid x fem!reader #fem!oc #spencer x fem!reader
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  • unglobitoazul
    27.10.2021 - 1 hour ago

    Borrowed Time

    Fandom: Criminal Minds Pairing: Hotchniss Rating: T Summary: Emily's reaction when Hotch finally visits DC after years of radio silence. It's unexpected, to say the least. You can read on AO3 or below the cut.

    Emily Prentiss existed in his mind with a very precise image. It was the only way when he had purposely stayed away for so many years in spite of her multiple attempts to reach out. He was ashamed of the silence with which he had met her calls and messages, and how he had hidden her letters from Jack. The boy had always held a sweet spot for the woman, but when Hotch was forced to leave his life, he finally got the chance to get clean from the addictive adrenaline it gave him. Then it was only a matter of time for him to get used to the safety. Jack made friends at school soon enough and when neither of them had to look over their shoulders, he was ready to make a new home and wouldn’t risk jeopardizing it for anything… or anyone.

    So he didn't go back until Dave called. His new book, a memoir, was coming out and he wanted his team - his friends- to attend the launch. It was only fair, he claimed, when the book was as much about him as it was about them. He planned for it to be a meeting for old time's sake. A night to remember, in every sense of the expression.

    With Jack already out to start college, Hotch had very little excuse to refuse, and maybe there was a part of him that did need the connection when he found himself with an empty nest. It made him nervous, though. What would he say to them? Would they be happy to see him or resent him for his absence? He only reached out to JJ once he was sure Emily had settled down and wouldn’t go anywhere. The woman deserved a chance running the unit, but she wouldn’t do it with the ghost of him looming over them. He made sure JJ understood his stance and hoped she would keep it between them. Dave hadn’t even given him the chance to keep him out of the loop. As soon as Scratch was down, he figured out his location and remained in touch ever since. He got calls, texts and the occasional picture of Jack, but no matter how hard he tried, he could never get Hotch to visit. In fact, Aaron was sure he’d only sent the invitation out of loyalty. A reminder of the place he held in his heart without a real hope of seeing him again. His connections with DC hung on the thinnest threads and it had been him who made sure they didn’t grow stronger.

    He still went, though. Time was moving forward mercilessly and he could only imagine the guilt that would keep piling on him the more he stayed away. It was also because he missed them and it was better to rip the bandaid already. He was giving the perfect occasion to do so, a night where everyone would be in the mood to celebrate. If only that were enough to calm the restlessness taking over his body.

    ***

    The Emily living in his head had nothing on the real one and he felt ashamed of how much he had shrunk her, stripping her flesh from the soul that made her so alluring and commanding. She wore a long, mauve, wrap dress with loose sleeves that went just below her elbow. The fabric was covered in a pattern he couldn’t fully distinguish from the distance, but would bet was flowers. Her hair was half up, wavy and, to his surprise, covered in silver streaks that oddly suited her and added an air of glee and freshness to her expression.

    JJ and Reid stood at her sides, looking exactly the same as when he left. They talked and laughed along with Alvez, and the four of them cheered when they saw Tara approach them with a cheeky swing to her walk. He felt a weight in his heart at how close and intimate their interaction looked. Dave had chosen a small, fancy bar for a venue and the sight of the team in that setting made him remember old nights when they met to share drinks after work. Nights when either Garcia or Spencer had to drag a drunken Morgan out of the bars unless he had found someone else to leave with, while JJ made an early exit to go home to her family. Rossi wasn’t subtle about disappearing to give his black-haired friends some alone time, even if he never actually acknowledged his actions. Those nights when he ended up tangled in Emily’s bedsheets and somehow didn’t feel the need to run away.

    Now he was an outsider. The reality of it crashed against him like a cold wave, making him almost turn around and walk away, but then he felt a heavy hand on his shoulder that pushed him forward and towards them. He could hear Dave’s voice talking cheerfully, though his words made no sense in his head. One by one, his old team members greeted him with varying degrees of cheerfulness, all pointing out how unexpected his visit was. His mouth spoke out of habit, old words and vague excuses easily coming to surface the way they did when he had to go to formal meetings in his days as chief. If they noticed, they didn’t call him out on it.

    Emily was the last, and he could swear everyone around him held their breath as he leaned forward to give her a friendly hug. To his surprise -and maybe slight disappointment- she didn’t seem to have a strong reaction to his presence. He expected fire and war, not the wide, warm smile she gave him as she held him close for a few seconds before pulling away from him. It was then that he saw it. The glitch in her façade that gave her away. She pulled into and away from his embrace too fast, instantly averting her gaze though she tried to keep it cheerful, and just like that he was filed away from her mind. Welcomed in the circle, but kept at a safe distance from her.

    “We’re just missing PG,” said Emily, turning her attention to Luke with a questioning expression, but he shook his head.

    “She tried to get away for the weekend,” he began explaining, then shrugged his shoulders, “Couldn’t get today off, but she will be here for the barbecue tomorrow.”

    “Oh, no! God, I miss that woman,” lamented JJ, leaning towards Emily to rest her head on her shoulder. The older woman grinned to the side and gave her blonde friend an amused look.

    “See? I would have given her the whole week if only she hadn’t left…”

    “That’s what I keep telling her,” agreed Luke with a chuckle, “She’ll never have a better boss than you!”

    “Careful there, Luke. Technically, there’s three of us here who have been her boss.”

    JJ’s reminder was playful, but it still got her a side-eye from her raven-haired friends.

    “Oh, that’s for the rest of you to settle,” said Luke, while wiping his hands clean, then he turned to Emily with a wink, “To me you’re the one and only. No offense to you guys, but you were my bosses for about a day.”

    “Don’t remind me. Worst days of my life,” JJ rolled her eyes and pulled away from Emily to shake off the memory of Linda Barnes and her, thankfully brief, reign of terror.

    “Hey, it could have been worse! She could have made Luke the boss and then none of us would still be here.”

    “Very funny, Lewis! Ha, ha!”

    “But we are here and that’s what matters,” cut them Rossi, feeling sentimental with the occasion, “Through thick and thin, we’ve stayed together.”

    “Mostly,” mumbled Emily with bitterness. JJ was the only one to hear her, though, so Emily ignored the poignant look she gave her and forced a smile.

    “Thank you for coming, Hotch,” said the older man, passing his old boss a drink, “Kept trying to get JJ to convince you, but she wouldn’t budge.”

    JJ winced at that, suddenly leaning as far from Emily as she could without making the movement too obvious for the rest. In all the years without Hotch, she never mentioned they stayed in touch at his request. Instead, she sat down with Emily multiple times, watching her drink herself into oblivion without understanding why he didn’t choose her. Still, she didn’t escape the woman’s angry frown. Emily’s eyes went from her to Rossi, finally landing on Hotch, who seemed to be very interested in his drink. She should have known, of course. She had been on the other side before, asking people to keep her secrets. It was her turn to feel the sting of betrayal puncture through her heart. She momentarily swallowed her pride, knowing it wasn’t the right moment to make a scene. It wasn’t fair to Dave and nobody would accuse Emily Prentiss of being a party pooper.

    “It’s good to see you, Hotch. Glad you’re finally blessing us with your presence.”

    “Oh, I have to make sure Dave doesn’t go off the tangent telling stories about me.”

    “Too bad he wasn’t there to see you kick like a 9 year-old girl,” interrupted Reid with a mocking smile that betrayed his relaxed pose with hands in his pockets, “That would be a great story.”

    “Wait, wait, wait. What?” Emily asked, for once glad that her need for gossip outweighed her brooding mood. She let it take over her for the moment, if only to ignore the tightening in her chest and the overwhelming need to cry.

    “You talked to JJ,” Emily sneaked behind him discreetly while the others showered Rossi in congratulations, enjoying their drinks. The press was gone and everyone had settled into a calm camaraderie that sucked all of her energy. She didn’t feel like keeping it together anymore with years of yearning threatening to spill out of her carefully crafted bottle. She held a glass in her hand, but it was empty and the bartender soon refilled it. To anyone nearby, her tone might sound casual. The problem was he knew her well and could pick up the ice hidden in her seemingly curious eyes.

    “So did you.”

    “That was different. We placed words on a board so she knew I was safe…”

    “It was still between the two of you,” he knew it was unfair of him to bring that up when Emily didn’t even have the option to stay. She had been back, though, and tried to be part of them again. He left without saying goodbye, bringing her back to the place she had needed to leave knowing she’d do it for him in a heartbeat. Then he simply vanished.

    “You didn’t reach out, did you? She did, and I did that for you once you were safe, but you couldn’t even pick up the phone to ask me to leave you alone,” he knew she would eventually demand an explanation for his actions, but had hoped she wouldn’t do it at the bar. Apparently, he had a newly developed ability to push her to a limit faster.

    “Emily, that’s not…”

    “Oh, go ahead. That’s not why you did it at all, it’s not what you meant by it, right? What’s the point? It broke my heart then, but at least I hoped it wasn’t something personal, you know? God, I was so sure I was over you and here I am, falling to pieces all over again.”

    “It was hard for me, Emily. You have no idea of what I went through.”

    “I have no idea of...” she asked with the warmest smile that made him remember all of a sudden how much she hated politics. Born and raised in the middle of it, the woman had to learn how to strive in it, to put on a mask and put some distance between her heart and her mind. A long time ago he had been close enough to get to her core and see the caring Emily, the passionate and protective one. He had learned to tell how she was feeling through her politeness, or maybe she trusted him enough to let down her guard… In those days he never thought one day he’d be on the receiving end of her diplomatic anger, “Did you ever wonder how much it cost?”

    He knew. Of course he did. Dave had told him all about it. Catching Scratch took a toll on everyone in the team. Even the ones who weren’t in it from the beginning, which only made him feel guiltier. Emily had only gotten involved because of him when he stubbornly had her go back to the BAU. She had the life she had chosen years before. He was her only reason to come back. There was too much loyalty and something else he hadn’t wanted to admit back then and yet still took advantage of. He knew what Scratch did to her and that she held on for him and Jack.

    “I don’t have to wonder,” he said, and his sudden lack of excuses or explanations deflated her for a moment. She averted her gaze and scanned the room, crossing glances with JJ who tilted her head as if to ask if she was alright. Emily smiled at her and shook her head in a dismissive way. The blonde didn’t look convinced, but stayed out of reach nevertheless.

    “I thought we’d go on forever,” she whispered after a prolonged silence. It was the first time she allowed her sadness to sip into her tone, “Together, I mean… You and I. I never expected it to be easy, but I always hoped you’d be there.”

    “I said I was leaving because I couldn’t find my place with the team again. It wasn’t a lie, but it wasn’t the whole truth either. We had something… before Doyle. I know we did and it was real. Then I had to go and hide. Paris is a nice place to be stranded in, don’t get me wrong, but it didn’t have you. I missed everything when I was there. The team, the job, my house. Most of all I missed you and that private part you shared only with me. I wanted you so badly, but it was only me… All those months holding onto the hope of being held by you. I was so sure you wouldn’t bear wasting another second… I would have fought for my place the way I did when I first joined, you know? Would have figured out a way to merge my old life with the new one and earn everyone’s trust and forgiveness, no matter how long it took. I could have handled that, but when I saw you with Beth… God, you looked so happy…”

    “Emily…”

    “I’m not telling you all of this so you’ll feel bad. I was happy for you, really. It hit me then, that it wouldn’t have happened because we were both on the job. You don’t only have yourself to think of. I get it, really. I do.”

    “That’s not…”

    “I was glad to know you still wanted me in your life, though. You called often once I was in London,” she spoke so swiftly and without giving him a chance to make his point. It surprised her how easily it all came out, but maybe it shouldn’t have. She had years and years to go over it all time after time, “It made me wonder… but you wouldn’t do that. You’re a loyal man,” she made a brief pause then, but only to finally bring her drink to her lips, emptying it in one go, “When Scratch caught me, old instincts kicked back and I held onto the memory of you because if I made it out and we finally got him, then you would be safe. It hit me then, how much I still loved you. I’d leave the job if you wanted it back. I’d do it if that was what it took. Anything you asked for, whatever you wanted, it didn’t matter to me as long as it was you and I.”

    He was silent after that, his need to prove her wrong finally relenting. There wasn’t much about what she said he could fight and he couldn’t admit the truth either when it only made him feel ashamed.

    “Did I not say it enough? Was I too ambiguous? I don’t know Hotch, maybe I assumed too much and...”

    “I never doubted your feelings for me.”

    “Then why…?” she let the question hang in the air between them before a quiet sob escaped her lips. She turned to the side and stopped a single tear from even leaving her eye with her knuckle, “Why would you do this knowing how much I love you?”

    “I didn’t have a choice.”

    It was the weakest explanation he had and he knew it. Anybody else would have exploded then, turned around and left because they would be certain they deserved better when he failed to find the words to defend himself. All Emily did was down her glass and push it away before meeting his eyes once more.

    “Fine, I can accept that,” he frowned at that a little, making her chuckle against her will, “Don’t be so confused. You had Jack to think of and I get it. You could have talked to me then instead of making me spend every fucking day wondering what I missed.”

    “I didn’t take any calls because I knew you would bring me back,” he spoke quietly and slowly, as if trying to figure out if he could go on or she’d add more. When Emily simply looked at him with her lips slightly parted in surprise, he took the chance, “I wouldn’t even think about it, but I watched Jack being so free and happy with me there. How was I supposed to bring him back? I’m really sorry that I wasn’t strong enough to hold both of you close. I never doubted you would understand and let me go. I doubted myself because if I even heard your voice… It was a choice and I stand by it.”

    Her stance shifted, relaxed into a less defensive pose as if something had clicked inside of her, but the soft scowl and the fierceness in her eyes remained untouched.

    “When I felt strong enough, it was too late for it to be casual. There was already damage and I couldn’t just undo it with a phone call, could I?” she opened her mouth, but he didn’t give her a chance to answer, “I spent everyday wanting nothing more than to hear your voice.”

    “But?”

    “I was afraid you wouldn’t want to hear mine.”

    He said it so purely and without emotion that it blew the air out of her lungs. Not for the first time, she wished she hadn’t spoken out of spite. Her own words had a way of coming back to her in full force, and then she had the nerve to be outraged. The look he gave her wasn’t angry, though. Instead, his eyes were filled with a tenderness only he could muster in such a moment.

    “It’s alright, Emily,” he assured her, reaching the hand with which he held his drink towards her, daring for the first time to graze her skin with his knuckles, “I knew what I was risking when I made my choice.”

    “But I didn’t,” she whispered softly, letting her eyes fall to his hand. He slid it down her arm, then up again. It was a slow gesture and so hesitant he was barely touching her, but she didn’t move away. Instead, she took a deep breath and held it in when it was about to come out in a sob. She turned her face away and signaled for the bartender to fill her glass yet again.

    “Is there any chance of…”

    Emily shook her head and took a hesitant step backwards to put some distance between them. His touch had caught her off-guard and she knew if she didn’t get away from him soon, she risked him breaking through her resolve and what little dignity she had left.

    “I’ve learned to live without you,” she snapped, ignoring the curious glance she got from the bartender as he catered to her drink. Hotch blinked twice and she knew she’d hit a sensitive spot then, “You’re only here for the weekend. Don’t make me go back when I’ve finally left.”

    He reached for her hand then, holding it tight when he saw she was about to walk away. Emily felt herself losing her balance and she had to lean against the bar to remain upright without his help. He pulled her closer and she would have willingly stepped into his arms if she hadn’t felt a warm hand landing gently on her shoulder. She turned to meet Rossi’s knowing smile. Hotch let go of her hand then, earning a nod of approval from the man.

    “As much as the kids appreciate mom and dad keeping their fights off the table, it might be a good idea to spend the night with them and finish this conversation at another time.”

    Emily blushed brightly and Hotch had the impression it was more out of frustration than embarrassment, but she simply nodded and shot a final glare at him before grabbing her drink and walking away towards the table.

    “That didn’t go well.”

    “Aaron, I’m gonna make a wild guess here and assume you spent all this time trying to explain yourself, yeah?” When the younger man simply stared back at him as if not seeing why that was a problem, Dave gave his back a gentle pat, “There’s this concept called ‘apology’. You should try it.”

    With that, he walked after Emily towards his friends, leaving a baffled Hotch standing by the bar, looking over at the table he was expected to join. His eyes were focused on her, though, and when he noticed the slight shift in her body as she saw him approach them, he took it as a sign to sit next to her in the large booth. Emily didn’t acknowledge his presence in any other way, but JJ’s lips pursed to hold in a smile gave him hopes that, however badly their first reunion had gone, there was still a chance.

    #this is really just me complaining #forever salty that Hotch had to go #angst if you squint #hotchniss#criminal minds#emily prentiss#aaron hotchner
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  • thisismynerdyself
    27.10.2021 - 1 hour ago

    Scare Tactics

    Spencer Reid x Reader

    spooky season special 🎃

    summary: a first date night to a local field of screams turns into a living nightmare

    warnings: field of screams-like location, creepy corn maze, murder, injuries, knives/injuries from knives

    wc: 1.8k

    a/n: hi i’m a sucker for horror so here’s a lil something for ya

    *****

    Coat? Check. Boots? Check. Fanny pack? Check.

    Maybe the fanny pack was cheesy, but it seemed like the right bag for tonight.

    Checking your appearance one final time in the mirror, you passed through your home to the front door and opened it to reveal the slender form of your date for the evening.

    “Are you ready for fright night extravaganza?” Spencer Reid’s infectious smile filled your entryway with an air of excitement.

    “Fright night? I thought we agreed to keep the scares to a minimum tonight…” you eyed him suspiciously.

    “I told you we’re going to the Fear Field, so doesn’t that suggest that at some point one of us will get scared?”

    “Oh Fear Field is nothing, you made it sound worse than it’s going to be. IF either of us is gonna be screaming, it’s you.” You loved teasing Spence, the comfort between you two being one of the reasons you had decided to go out together tonight. Coworkers tend to avoid dating, but it just felt right with Spencer, so you bit the bullet and agreed to give it a shot.

    The car ride to the field of fear was anything but awkward, both you and Spencer filling the silence with conversation, even if it was just remarking on the landscape you passed on the journey.

    After parking the car, you made your way to the entrance, taking in the surroundings and mentally preparing yourself for the nightmarish scares that await.

    Once you passed through the gate, you casually looped your arm through Spencer’s and made your way toward the first attraction.

    There were a few options to choose from, but together you decided on the corn maze. Let the adventure begin.

    From the first step inside, you could tell this was no ordinary corn maze. You could hear the faint sounds of alarm from others deeper in the maze, as if something had scared them. You took a deep breath to settle your growing nerves. Fear, no. But jump scares could catch anyone.

    “Y/N, you’re squeezing my arm.”

    You loosened your grip immediately and apologized. “Sorry, just trying to summon my nerves of steel.”

    “More like the grip of steel.” He half-mumbled with a subtle smile. Together, you walked on.

    As you walked on, the ever-darkening sky created the perfect hazy covering for such a place as this. The moonlight, although cliche, cast the only natural lighting over your adventure. You had agreed not to use flashlights if possible, so for now, you continued to fight through the heavily trodden paths with little to no light.

    Whereas the car ride had been filled with excited conversation, the corn was witness to sparse comments and remarks. There’s something about a “haunted” corn maze that calls for silence and whispers.

    As you rounded one turn in the maze, you heard a snap of a stalk and whipped around in time to see a man dressed in overalls and holding a chainsaw emerge from the corn just behind where you had come from. You jumped at his appearance but sighed in relief once realizing he was one of the actors paid to scare people. You gazed up at Spencer and his face said it all. He hadn’t been expecting that. He had instinctively begun to push you behind him and had taken hold of your hand. You smiled when you realized that was his first thought in a moment of fear. Nice to know his priorities.

    When the man re-entered the maze to seek his next victims, only then did Spencer turn to you. He didn’t let go of your hand.

    “Spence, you look like you’ve seen a ghost.” You couldn’t help the teasing grin that accompanied your comment.

    “What? No- no ghost,” he defended himself. “A man with a chainsaw just jumped out and you didn’t flinch.” He studied you for a moment, like trying to figure out why.

    But you just laughed. “Oh yes I did, you were just too busy stepping in front of me to tell. My hero.” You gave his hand - now a bit sweaty - a squeeze and pulled him onward down the path.

    The maze delivered on its promises of jump scares and getting lost. While Spencer usually would have remembered the twists and turns, he was so focused on you and paying extra attention to the subtle noises around you that he failed to remember the way out either. But you didn’t mind getting lost a little longer with him.

    You heard a bit of commotion ahead of you and hoped that maybe you were close to the exit, so you quickened your pace just a bit. But there was no exit ahead.

    Instead, a small clearing had been trampled and directly in the middle lay a dark shadowed lump. You couldn’t tell what it was yet, but two FBI agents couldn’t pass up checking it out.

    When you approached the form, you gasped. A body.

    You wanted so badly to believe this was one of the elaborate scare tactics of the corn maze, but the closer you looked, the more you believed that this was no game.

    “Spence, is that a real body?”

    He pulled out his cell phone and his flashlight lit up. Through squinted eyes you knew immediately that something had gone horribly wrong here. “I think I better call the police.”

    *

    Spencer dialed the emergency number quickly and began explaining to them what you had found. But you kicked into FBI mode and began inspecting the body. A slashed throat, clean and swift, no hesitation. The hands and feet had no sign of being bound and their fingernails suggested they had fought off their attacker.

    A corn field in the dark, surrounded by staged horror and scares. The perfect place to carry out a horrific murder.

    You looked over at Spencer still on the phone, but your attention was jerked away at the snap of a stalk in the distance. Any normal person would try to shake it off as their mind playing tricks on them, but you knew better than that. Whoever killed the young man at your feet was here recently.

    You stepped closer to the edge of the clearing. How far had you wandered from the entrance of the maze? You had no idea. Peering through the dark, you remembered you had your own phone flashlight. You pulled it out and quickly shone your light through the black.

    You caught a flash of movement just through the corn and you knew it had to be your unsub.

    “Spencer!” You called behind you and he looked at you with concern. He held the phone to his cheek but asked you what was wrong. “I just saw him. He’s running away!”

    You moved to run after him but Spencer called you back. “Y/N! We don’t have our guns or badges, we can’t just go running after him in the dark.” He grabbed hold of your arm to hold you back.

    “Do you want to let him get away?” You held his gaze, challenging him.

    He gave in and together you took off running, flashlights waving wildly as your arms pushed stalks out of your way. The police were on their way and you had set the victim’s phone up to be traceable so they could find the body in your absence.

    As you thundered through the field, you could feel the reeds scratching and scraping your arms even through your sleeves, but your mind was set ahead. At every slight sound, you adjusted your movements. You only hoped he wouldn’t find his way back to the crowd outside the field before you could catch him.

    “Y/N wait.” Spencer stopped running and stood still, listening. Silence.

    “Where did he-“

    Before you could finish, a shadow leapt from the dark and crashed into you. You were tossed to the ground and the wind was knocked out of you, but you still felt the sting of a cut along your arm. You heard the tumbling of bodies but saw nothing as your light had fallen to the ground.

    Quickly, you flashed it up and spotted Spencer in a wrestling match with the man who had attacked you and presumably the man laying prone in the clearing. You forced yourself to your feet and raced over to help.

    Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, you pulled the man off of Spencer, who was huffing with the effort of keeping the man from impaling him with his already bloody knife. Double whammy on the fear factor.

    He slashed at you instead, but together you brought him down and pinned him against the earth, the knife falling from his grasp.

    You heard the distant shouts of police and knew they were nearby. You waved your flashlight in the air and soon officers came bounding through the corn toward you.

    With the police on scene, you were able to excuse yourselves to find the medical team gathered outside of the maze.

    In the bright emergency lights, you had to laugh at the sight you and Spencer made. Dirt streaked your faces and blood stained your sleeves from the cuts the unsub had gotten in. You allowed the EMTs to attend to your wounds, explaining your FBI status so as to avoid unnecessary questions and let them know you were familiar with the process.

    Once all was said and done, you were let loose and headed straight to Spencer’s car. On the way, Spencer reclaimed your hand, holding it tighter than at any other point in the night. You held it right back. Before getting inside the car, you paused and turned to face your date. You took his other hand and stood, letting your hands float between you.

    “So much for keeping the scares to a minimum, right?” You let out an ironic laugh, the kind when it’s not funny at all but it's the only way to cope with what had just happened.

    “I can promise you I did not plan for any of that to happen,” he explained, his gaze drifting back toward the field. He should have felt guilty, but he knew neither of them could control the events of the night. “But I am glad we were there to catch him.”

    “We make a pretty good team. But we already knew that.” You smiled at him, holding nothing back. “Up until then, I had a really great time with you. But Spence?”

    “Yeah?”

    “Next time, can we just watch a horror movie instead? I don’t really need to live in one on my days off.”

    He leaned down and placed a soft kiss on your forehead. You hadn’t expected it, but you leaned into it, loving the feeling of being close to him. “I’d like that.” He whispered against your skin, mind positively reeling.

    All he could think was: Next time. There will be a next time.

    *****

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  • multixfandomwriter
    27.10.2021 - 1 hour ago

    𝚎𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚞𝚎

    first of all : thank you for being patient with me as i finish writing this. like i’ve said before, this will be my last criminal minds centered post. that doesn’t mean i’ll mention it in my other stories.

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    ☀︎︎ 𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝚢/𝚗 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚗 𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝. 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚢 𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚕, 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚖𝚊𝚡 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛, 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚒𝚍, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍. 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚔𝚒𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢. 𝚋𝚞𝚝, 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛. 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢/𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚙 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚔𝚒𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚊𝚡? 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖?

    ☀︎︎ 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 , 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚗 𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝. 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 , 𝚖𝚌𝚐𝚎𝚎 , 𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚘𝚣𝚣𝚘 , 𝚙𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚎𝚛 , 𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚢 , 𝚐𝚒𝚋𝚋𝚜 , 𝚊𝚋𝚋𝚢 (𝚊𝚋𝚋𝚜) , 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚣𝚒𝚟𝚊 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 , 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚣𝚒𝚟𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚜

    ☀︎︎ 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜, 𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚝𝚊𝚐 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝙾𝚁 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝙾𝚁 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝

    ☀︎︎ 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 : mentioned spencer reid x ncis!fem!reader; tim mcgee x ncis!fem!reader

    ☀︎︎ 𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚐𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 : fluff

    ☀︎︎ 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 : 211 words

    ☀︎︎ 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝙳𝙾 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔. 𝚒 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚜. 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝙼𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝙼𝚈 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚙𝚊𝚍

    this past year has been hard. but throughout it all, tim has been there for you. he’s helped with the kids, and has let you cry on his shoulder. and slowly, feelings grew for him. but with gibbs rule 12, never date a co-worker, that was hard. after the navy yard bombing and getting harper dearing, you realized that you wanted to spend more time with your kids, so you retired. a little after you retired, tim asked you out on a date. you said yes. a few dates later, the two of you became official. and your kids loved him. he proposed to you, and the two of you got married. you changed yours and your kids last names to mcgee, and had two more kids with tim. they were twins: seth andrew and mackynzie “kenzie” james (mj for short). you learn that max’s husband divorced her, and her and spencer got together. when you got divorced, the judge asked spencer if he wanted any visitation rights since you got full custody. he said no, and you were ok with that. when you and tim got engaged, your kids started calling him “dad” and “daddy”.

    simply to say, you couldn’t be happier

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  • hotchgan
    27.10.2021 - 1 hour ago

    THE BAU TEAM + WILL LAMONTAGNE — 7.24 “RUN”

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  • can-youimagine
    27.10.2021 - 1 hour ago

    Work In Progress Chapter Five

    Summary: After leaving the BAU, you promised you would never go back. But then, you meet your replacement. Your genius, caring, loving replacement, and you can't stop yourself from being pulled back into that world.

    Chapter TW: See Series Masterlist for series TW.

    Word Count: 551

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    You hope you haven’t messed things up too much. You aren’t entirely sure why you told Spencer all of that. There is just something comforting about him; you can’t help but trust him.

    You’ve only ever met one other person like that.

    Scrolling through your contacts, you stop over that name. “Aaron? You free?”

    “I’ll be there in ten.”

    You hand up the phone and race off to your apartment. Of course, Aaron is already waiting for you.

    “Wanna come in?” You’re already unlocking the door.

    He doesn’t answer but follows you in. Once he’s inside your apartment, he breaks the silence. “You went out with Reid?”

    You nod. “Never thought I’d have anything to do with the Bureau again.”

    “I”m glad you stayed, (Y/N).”

    You shrug. “Never was one for change. Career change was already a lot.” He watches you. “I told you, I don’t like being profiled.”

    He’s a bit embarrassed that he was caught and mutters a quick apology. “Do you ever think you could come back?”

    “Would you let me?”

    That causes him to pause. “I don’t know.”

    “There’s your answer.” You fall onto your couch, motioning for him to sit next to you. “How’re things with Haley?”

    “Great, actually,” he admits. “We had a baby last year, Jack.”

    “I’m glad to hear it.” Despite your protest, you can still feel him profiling you. “I’m glad you got the chance to be a dad. Jack’s lucky.”

    He places a hand on your shoulder, urging you to look at him. “That wasn’t your fault.”

    “And it wasn’t yours.”

    He doesn’t seem to believe you. You aren’t sure he ever will, but he drops the subject anyway.

    “I told him.”

    His face stiffens.

    “I didn’t tell him everything. Nothing about you. I’m not sure why even told him anything. I just felt I could trust him.”

    “He’s a good guy.”

    “I’m sorry for calling, I just-”

    “You’re fine, (Y/N).” He squeezes your thigh. “Always.”

    “I should have called sooner.”

    “You needed time. I didn’t want to rush you.”

    “Thanks.” You rest your head on his shoulder. “I missed you.”

    “I missed you, too. It hasn’t been the same without you.”

    You bark out a laugh. “Oh, I’m sure.”

    “I mean it. We miss you.”

    “I miss y’all, too. Hopefully, if things go well with Spencer, I’ll come by sometime.”

    “I’d love that. We all would.”

    You fall into a comfortable silence, just like you used to, before you speak up, “I should let you get back.”

    He nods but makes no move to get up. “Probably.”

    “Thank you, again, for coming over.”

    “(Y/N), call me, whenever you need me. I’m here for you.”

    “I know.” You pull yourself off of him. “You need to get home. To your wife and son.”

    He follows your lead. “I know. I know.” He stops just before the door and turns around. “I hope that things go well with Reid. You both deserve it.”

    “Thank you. And, honestly, I’m glad to hear that things worked out with you and Haley.”

    “Thank you. Goodnight, (Y/N).”

    Giving him a quick hug, you wish him a good night. With thoughts of Spencer and Aaron swimming in your head, you fall into a peaceful sleep for the first time in a while.

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  • 2-many-f-andoms
    27.10.2021 - 1 hour ago

    Criminal Minds Lockscreen Masterlist

    Aaron Hotchner Lockscreens:

    One

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    One

    Derek Morgan Lockscreens:

    One

    Emily Prentiss Lockscreens:

    One

    Jennifer Jareau Lockscreens:

    One

    Penelope Garcia Lockscreens:

    One

    Spencer Reid Lockscreens:

    1

    Multiple Character Lockscreens:

    One

    A/N: Click here to get to the ↪ Criminal Minds Masterlist ↩

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  • hotchley
    27.10.2021 - 1 hour ago

    Hotch threw himself into his job after The Fox and Vincent Perotta reminded him that he would never be free of his childhood.

    He knew Haley would see right through him if he said anything, so he withdrew into himself. He took on more work, sent the team on more cases out of state and he worked later nights.

    He got paid overtime and they needed the money- babies are expensive and being down one income isn’t great for them- so she keeps her comments to a minimum.

    Then she goes back to work but he doesn’t stop, no matter how much she begs him to. If anything, as Jack gets older, he overworks himself more.

    Why?

    Because he’s not convinced he’s going to break the cycle. Because he knows that there are people less scared of children than he is. Because he sees the depths of depravity everyday. Because Haley deserves better than him.

    So does Jack.

    He forces himself to become an absent husband and father even though it hurts because he knows Haley. She will fight until he pushes her to her breaking point. And so he does.

    And then she leaves and he regrets it, but a bigger part of him is relieved. And then she dies and all those fears come flooding back, but this time, she’s not there to soothe them.

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  • qvid-pro-qvo
    27.10.2021 - 2 hours ago

    every season of criminal minds should’ve ended with two characters going on vacation together. derek and elle should’ve been the blueprint

    #criminal minds#the bau #no one goes with rossi because let’s be honest he does not want them on his vacation
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  • gublersgoblin
    27.10.2021 - 2 hours ago

    Hotch: you’re the youngest here, I expect you to respect us

    Spencer: goo goo ga ga bitch I do what I want

    #incorrect criminal minds #incorrect criminal minds quotes #incorrect cm#criminal minds#cm#spencer reid#Aaron hotchner#after 2x15
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  • prophecysickness
    27.10.2021 - 2 hours ago
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  • brilliantbimbo
    27.10.2021 - 2 hours ago
    #aaron hotchner#hotch#emily prentiss #criminal minds s06e17 #theyre twins your honor (part 3) #gif#gif roulette #criminal minds gif #queued post
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  • simmonsmilf
    27.10.2021 - 2 hours ago

    Penelope Garcia and Derek Morgan Icons:

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  • sloangreybehavioralunit
    27.10.2021 - 2 hours ago

    Awkward Baby

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