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Crimson Nights & Predators | Part III
Content: in their fairytale surrounding finally, Spencer tells y/n whatâs bothering him about the evening
Wordcount: 1300
Category: fluffiest confession fluffđŤśđź
Warnings: mentions of alcohol, bullying, verbal abuse
âBy the wayâ, she clearly had to urge the rest of the mysterious booze down her throat, âObviously, Iâve been planning to share this exquisite finding with my favorite bookworm anywayâ, she darted her eyes back up at him.
âMr. Braggy and his wingman just offered the first opportunity for a little getaway. Whoops.â
She rolled her eyes before facing one of the huge shelves, clearly with a plan in mind. âAlright. This devilâs stuff better made me forget about my vertigo. Hey, what do you think, Spence? Bet Iâm gonna find, say, at least an original Twain or Whitman up there.â
Bravely, she climbed the first few steps of the ladder, a little wobbly on her heels maybe but still as gracefully as ever. That was until she leaned over a little too far and just as she reached for a particularly fancy-looking book the wheel mechanism of the ladder set in, catching y/n off guard.
This time, it really was her frightened squeaking as she clung to the shelf and Spencer reacted just in time to stop the ladder before she would have eventually flopped to the ground - ungracefully.
After a moment of shock that lasted longer than it would have with sober brain cells, they both burst out into ringing laughter.
So while Spencer was holding onto the ladder from the start this time as a safety measure, y/n continued her quest for the most ancient-looking copies. He urged himself to look in every direction but ahead of him â y/nâs legs centimeters away from his face - nervous at the sight of their soft skin and perfect shape, he desperately tried to find something to talk about. But it was her voice that made the decision for him.
âSpence.. Can I ask you a question?" his face instinctively tilted upwards, only to shyly dart down again, realizing he didn't want her to think he was trying to get a glimpse up the skirt of her alluring dress. "Do you think Iâm being kind of a bitch to Andersson?â The question alone set off an alarm inside him.
âI mean, itâs actually kinda mean⌠running away from someone like a kid on a playground. But you know, Iâve told him like a gazillion times that I have no interest in going out with him.â
Spencerâs thoughts immediately catapulted him back to the bar. The two menâs degrading comments about y/n and Anderssonâs plan to take advantage of her potentially intoxicated self once the evening had come to an end. And yet, here she was feeling sorry for him. It made his heart ache. But fortunately, from where she was standing, she couldnât see the honest pain plastered on his face.
"Spence, did I say something wrong?" "Oh.. no, y/n. Not at all" She descended carefully, Spencer steadying her with a gentle hand on her back.
"You know.." she hesitated, suddenly their difference in height making her seem so vulnerable and timid again. "I didn't want you to think of me this way but I feared somehow this was reminding you of how you were treated once.. you know, back in high school. I don't want you to think of me as that kind of woman.. you know, leading guys on only to prank them in some demeaning way for everyone to see."
"What, woah, y/n. This isn't even in the slightest comparable. I mean it. Hey, look at me. I would never think of you like that, Okay?" He was incapable of even beginning to explain how far his genuine thoughts about her varied from her assumption.
She nodded doubtfully, her gaze resting on his hand on her shoulder which he immediately pulled back upon noticing.
"It's just.. I feel like you're somehow - angry about something? I don't know. Maybe I'm just reading into it too much but I was afraid we weren't okay.. Cause we are, right?" Her orbs studied him and widened hopefully, as his heart was melting once again at how well she knew him.
"No. You're right.. obviously", he sighed, y/n's chest puffing out anxiously, her brows frowning. "I just can't keep a secret from you, can I?" His timid smile clearly made y/n already feel a little more at ease. "It's those jerks." "What? Andersson and his idiotic wingman? How could simple creatures like them cause brilliant Dr. Reid any trouble?"
"I. I just can't stand how they're treating you.. you know." Y/n seemed baffled for a second. "Oh.. well, yeah, I mean, they're obvious douches and it's annoying Andersson won't ever accept a simple no. But other than staring and asking me to dance he really hasn't done anything I could blame him for. It's sweet of you, though, that you're being different. You actually sense how I'm feeling, you know. You always can."
Her hands settled on the hem of his jacket, where they had already rested earlier this evening, causing nothing but blissful feelings inside him. But now it felt all wrong.
Her eyes searched for his. But he couldn't face her, it hurt too much. Just like he had thought - sooner or later, the fairytale was bound to end.
"Please don't defend them". His lips uttered barely inaudible. "Those pricks sure as hell don't deserve that." Slightly startled by the unlike-him choice of words and the stern sound of his voice, y/n sensed that she must be clueless about the situation.
"What happened, Spence"? She softly tilted up his chin to reveal his hazel eyes meeting hers all blurry.
"They said things about you.. earlier. I overheard them. Disgusting stuff you don't deserve. No one does. I don't even wanna repeat it.. I just can't stand the thought of you being talked about this way y/n. And yet you're the one to worry about treating them fairly. They're nowhere good enough for you anyway. And I know, neither am I, but I would never treat you like that." This last part slipped out unintentionally. And y/n noticed.
Itâs over, he thought to himself standing here almost crying, she must think him to be completely embarrassing.
But she just stepped even closer to Spencer, hesitating briefly before decidedly taking his hands inside her own. Finally.
"I know you never would.. That's why I love you." That, too, slipped out somewhat suddenly but not quite as unintentionally. She sensed how loaded this topic was for Spencer, how much she meant to him. She has been suspecting this for a while now, but she was always just too scared to take the leap. And now she couldn't help it. In this perfect location with his protectiveness about her.
His eyes fixated on her own for almost an eternity. Both barely blinked. Whatever happened, it wouldn't be half bad, y/n thought. After all, he finally knew. God, how he deserved to know he was loved like that.
"But.. y/n. Why would you ever, I mean. You're so much more than I am-"
"You are everything to me, Spencer. It doesn't get much bigger than that, I guess. I mean, of course, if you insisted, I could go with the whole universe too.. but the point is, you've always been more than enough because you're you-"
And suddenly it was he who cut y/n short unexpectedly. His lips met hers with the most delicate urgency imaginable. Finally, he could pull her closer without their bodies colliding meaning mere accidental contact.
Her hands around his neck tangled into his soft curls and it still felt like once they let go of each other - it might all be over again. The Fairytale a silly fantasy and reality ready to separate them cruelly.
But as they opened their eyes, everything remained the same. "I love you too, y/n."
Except for the fact that everything was different now.
Spencer's eyes were still blurry from overwhelm, but this time for a better reason as he stared deeply into hers. He cleared his throat, "By the way.. did you end up finding any good first prints up there?" Y/n let out an embarrassed laugh.
"Honest to God.. I don't remember anymore."
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What are you doing? Catch up: Part I | Part II
#criminal minds#spencer reid#spencer reid imagine#reid fluff#reid x reader#spencer reid fanfiction#reid x baureader#reid first kiss#reid x you confession#cm writers#dr. reid#dr spencer reid#cm fanfiction#spencer reid x y/n#spencer reid x reader#spencer imagine#reid imagine#ladygenius#spencer reid fluff#reid pining#protective spencer
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â - - be my whore, my mistress, as much as you like (my little frigging mistress! My little fucking whore!) you are always my beautiful wild flower of the hedges, my dark-blue rain-drenched flower.â
I never knew I needed to hear those words from her but now that I have I am a woman changed.
#paget brewster#emily prentiss#emily prentiss x reader#any cm writers seeing this?#if so i need yâall to be inspired#im losing my mind#please please please#yes yes yes
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1x08 | 2x02 | 5x15 | 10x05
quiet everyone, hotch is telling us a story. (because the writers never did.)
#aaron hotchner#criminal minds#sorry the captions on d+ suck and i was in a hurry#i should have written my own#anyway#i have a lot of thoughts about the complete lack of backstory hotch gets from the writers#but we get these little moments#seeds from which my brainrot has grown#and i just think he's neat that's all#i took a little cm break and i'm not sure if i'm totally back yet but...i can't ever actually leave#that scene on the jet in 5x15 that everyone wants to make about reid#can we let hotch have his moment too? because it's important#not everything is about reid
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Click for Pt. 1
#I told you I could make ten of these#the cm writers have no mercy#how any of them are still sane is beyond me#the bau has really been through it#criminal minds#emily prentiss#criminal minds memes#spencer reid#aaron hotchner#derek morgan#elle greenaway#penelope garcia#jennifer jareau#community
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Aside from this being another case of how the CM writers let us down by not giving Hotch a proper background again? Nope. I only got a load of what ifs, as do we all, starting with the so angsty thought of: What if Hotch is a home fire survivor himself? Or what if he's stood witness to another person (a close friend or relative) getting burned alive? We can but guess... or write fic to fill in those blanks ourselves. (And no, that someone isn't me. I got an immortal!hotch and his beloved Spencer to return to)
Canât believe we never got the backstory on whatever the hell Hotchâs thing with fire was.
Like it was clearly a thing for him, fire was one of the few things that made him lose composure more than once yet we never find out?
#criminal minds#aaron hotchner#cm writers#of plotholes and missed opportunities#gimme all the hotch background#so I can add more#lol
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WHY HE COULDN'T BE THIS HAPPY THROUGHOUT THE WHOLE DAMN SHOW.
#life hates spencer so the writers as well#THE WAY HE BITES HIS TONGUE WHEN HE SMILES MELTED ME#I LOVE HIS SMILE SO MUCH#spencer reid#doctor spencer reid#criminal minds#cm#mgg#matthew gray gubler#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid x yn#spencer reid x you#spencer reid fanfiction#spencer reid smut
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Paint-Stained Promises -Fluff-
Spencer Reid x Artist!Reader
Credit to @drowning-rabbit their head-cannons was the only thing that made this possible!ďżźPlease go follow and like their posts!
Summary: Dr. Spencer Reid never expected to find love amidst the chaos of profiling criminals and chasing shadows. But when he meets you, a free-spirited painter with a penchant for covering yourselfâand your apartmentâin splashes of color, his life begins to shift in ways he never imagined. From quiet evenings spent as your muse to secret notes tucked into his lunch bag, Spencer discovers a kind of intimacy and joy that feels as brilliant and messy as your art.
Warnings:
Fluff Overload: This story is heavy on romance, intimate moments, and playful teasing.
Mild Embarrassment: Expect Spencer to be adorably awkward and flustered in social situations.
Team Banter: Includes friendly teasing, nosy colleagues, and found-family dynamics.
Themes of Vulnerability: Emotional intimacy and personal growth are central to the story.
Mentions of Profiler Work: While the story focuses on romance, it references Spencerâs work with the BAU, which involves criminal profiling (no graphic details).
Reader Discretion: Ideal for fans of soft, romantic fanfiction and anyone who loves a good balance of humor, love, and heartwarming moments.
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The late afternoon sun slants through the blinds, casting soft, golden streaks across the room. Youâre perched cross-legged on the floor in front of your easel, a brush tucked behind your ear and smudges of cerulean and ochre streaking your hands and cheeks. The smell of turpentine and acrylic paint mingles with the faint scent of lavender from the candle flickering on the windowsill.
Every piece of furniture within paint-splash radius has been meticulously wrapped in cling film. Your living room looks like a scene from a crime dramaâa precautionary measure after the last time you accidentally turned the couch into a canvas.
The familiar jingle of keys in the lock pulls your attention.
âSpencer!â you call out, not looking away from your painting. âBe careful where you step! Itâs chaos in here!â
âI noticed,â he says, stepping inside. His voice, soft and amused, makes your chest flutter.
You glance over your shoulder to find him standing in the doorway, his bag slung over one shoulder, a crooked grin tugging at his lips. His sweater vest is slightly askew, and his hair, as always, has that artful messiness to it that makes your fingers itch to sketch him.
He sets his bag down, tilting his head as he takes in the scene. âI assume the cling film is for⌠protection?â
âExactly,â you reply, gesturing with your brush. âIâm not cleaning paint off the sofa again. And before you askâyes, I learned my lesson last time.â
His laughter, soft and genuine, fills the space between you. He crosses the room, carefully stepping over paint tubes and discarded sketches, and leans down to press a kiss to your temple.
âMissed you,â he murmurs.
You smile, the warmth of his presence already sinking into your skin. âMissed you too. But hold that thoughtâI need you to sit still for me.â
Spencer raises a brow. âSit still?â
âYep. Iâm drawing you,â you announce, dragging a chair into the light. âHere. Sit. Read. Donât move too much.â
He hesitates for only a second before complying, pulling a book from his bag and settling into the chair. Heâs used to this by nowâthe spontaneous bursts of inspiration that seize you at the oddest times.
You watch him as he opens the book, his long fingers flipping through the pages with practiced ease. He adjusts his glasses, and the golden light catches on the frames, making him look like something out of a Renaissance portrait.
âYouâre staring,â he says, not looking up.
âYouâre pretty,â you reply without missing a beat, grinning when you catch the faint blush creeping up his neck.
Your brush moves almost of its own accord, capturing the curve of his jaw, the way the light dances in his hair. Youâve drawn him a hundred times beforeâin little doodles on post-it notes, in margins of notebooks, on scraps of paper that find their way into his pockets and desk drawers. But thereâs something about this moment, the quiet intimacy of it, that feels different.
Every now and then, Spencerâs brow furrows or his lips twitch as he reacts to whatever heâs reading.
âStop that,â you tease, smacking his arm lightly with the handle of your brush.
âStop what?â
âReacting. Youâre ruining the pose.â
He looks up, feigning innocence. âYou want me to be an unfeeling statue?â
âYes. Just for a little while.â
He shakes his head, but the smile on his face betrays him. âYou know I canât help it. This chapter is fascinating.â
You roll your eyes but canât help the laugh that escapes you. âFine. But keep the dramatics to a minimum.â
You lose track of time, the rhythm of your brushstrokes and the sound of Spencer turning pages creating a kind of harmony. Occasionally, you catch him sneaking glances at you over the top of his book, his expression soft and adoring.
âDone,â you announce finally, stepping back to admire your work.
Spencer closes his book, setting it aside as he stands to join you. He leans over your shoulder, studying the painting.
âItâs beautiful,â he says, his voice tinged with awe. âYou make me look better than I do in real life.â
âLiar,â you reply, nudging him with your elbow. âYouâre perfect, and you know it.â
He laughs, pulling you into his arms. His sweater smells faintly of coffee and the library, and you sink into him, paint-stained hands be damned.
The next morning, youâre up early, packing his lunch like you always do. Itâs a quiet ritual, one thatâs become second nature. You slip a note into the bagâa quick sketch of a coffee cup with the words Stay caffeinated and brilliant scrawled beneath it.
When Spencer leaves for work, heâs none the wiser about the speck of glitter clinging to his sleeve or the faint smudge of yellow paint on his collar.
At the BAU, Derek Morgan squints at Spencer as he sits at his desk, pulling out a sleek new pen to sign some paperwork.
âPretty boy,â Morgan says, leaning against the desk. âWhereâd you get that pen? Looks fancy.â
Spencer freezes mid-signature, his ears immediately turning red. âItâs, uh⌠Itâs just a pen,â he says quickly. âNot that fancy. Justâuhâa gift. From someone.â
âSomeone, huh?â Morganâs grin spreads slowly, his interest clearly piqued.
Spencer clears his throat, focusing intently on the paper in front of him. âItâs a practical pen. The ink quality is exceptional, and the dry time is virtually instantaneous. Which is important for someone who writes as much as I do. The weight and balance are alsoââ
âSpence.â Morgan cuts him off, laughing. âIâm not asking for a dissertation. Just tell meâwhoâs the someone?â
âWh-what do you mean?â Spencer stammers, the papers in his hands suddenly fascinating.
Morgan raises an eyebrow, his tone dripping with mock seriousness. âIs there a âsomeoneâ in your life we should know about? Fancy pens, glitter on your clothes⌠youâve been walking in here like youâve got a whole secret world going on.â
Before Spencer can respond, Emily Prentiss spins her chair around, joining the conversation with a smirk. âWait, wait, wait. Did you say glitter?â
âItâs subtle,â Morgan says, crossing his arms. âBut itâs there. And now I want answers.â
Spencer looks like heâs considering fleeing, his wide eyes darting between them. âItâs⌠not important. Really. Can we get back to work?â
âNot important?â JJ chimes in from her desk, her expression far too curious. âSpence, youâre blushing. Itâs definitely important.â
Rossi walks by at that exact moment, sipping his coffee. âSounds like our resident genius is in love,â he says casually, earning a chorus of laughter from the team.
Spencer groans, burying his face in his hands. âCan we please not do this right now?â
Morgan claps a hand on his shoulder, grinning. âCome on, pretty boy. Who is she? Or he? Or they? Give us something.â
For a moment, Spencer hesitates. Then, with a resigned sigh, he mumbles, âHer name is⌠Y/N.â
The room falls silent for a beat before bursting into a flurry of exclamations.
âY/N?â JJ asks, her smile soft. âYouâve been holding out on us, Spence!â
âOkay, but the glitter makes so much sense now,â Emily says, leaning back in her chair.
âDo they pack your lunch too?â Morgan teases. âBecause youâve been looking suspiciously well-fed lately.â
âEnough,â Spencer mutters, though the corners of his mouth betray him with a faint smile. âYes, Iâm⌠dating someone. Her name is Y/N. Sheâs an artist. And thatâs all youâre getting.â
Morgan snorts. âOh, weâre getting way more than that. This is just the beginning.â
Spencer shakes his head, but his blush deepens. As much as he protests, thereâs an undeniable glow to him that the team canât help but notice.
And while they tease him mercilessly, itâs clear that theyâre thrilled for himâbecause Spencer Reid, their brilliant, awkward, kind-hearted genius, deserves all the love in the world.
And every night, when Spencer comes home to find you covered in paint with that familiar smile on your face, heâs reminded of just how lucky he is.
That night, Spencer steps through the door, his usual quietness replaced with an air of nervous excitement. His bag is slung over one shoulder, and thereâs an extra gleam in his hazel eyes as he finds you standing at the kitchen counter, a bowl of pancake batter in your hands.
âHey, genius,â you greet, not looking up as you stir. âHow was work?â
âUhâŚâ He hesitates, and the sound of his bag hitting the floor grabs your attention.
You glance up, catching the telltale flush creeping up his neck. âWhat happened?â
âThey⌠umâŚâ He rubs the back of his neck, his voice softening. âThey know.â
Your heart skips a beat, the spoon slipping from your fingers. âThey know?â
âAbout us.â
You freeze for a moment, staring at him, before breaking into laughter. âWhat gave it away? The glitter, the notes, or the fact that youâve been using pens too nice for a government salary?â
He cracks a sheepish smile, stepping closer. âMorgan asked about the pen, and I⌠may have overexplained.â
You laugh even harder, clutching the counter for support. âOh, Spencer. Of course you did.â
His hands find your waist, steadying you as you catch your breath. âItâs not funny,â he mutters, though his lips are twitching with the hint of a smile.
âItâs hilarious,â you counter, looping your arms around his neck. âWhat did they say?â
âThey were⌠amused,â he admits, his gaze dropping. âMorgan gave me a hard time, and JJ said it was sweet. Rossi just smirked like he already knew, and Emilyâwell, she asked if youâre the reason Iâve been smelling like lavender lately.â
You snort, shaking your head. âSo, basically, they love it.â
His arms tighten around you, his forehead resting against yours. âThey think Iâm lucky,â he says softly. âAnd theyâre right.â
Your breath hitches, the sincerity in his voice sending a wave of warmth through you.
âYou are lucky,â you tease, brushing a paint-stained thumb against his cheek. âBut so am I.
Later that evening, after dinner and a shared bottle of wine, you find yourselves on the couch, your legs draped across his lap. A sketchpad rests on the coffee table, abandoned in favor of the moment.
Spencer is reading again, his brow furrowing every now and then as he flips through the pages. Youâre half-watching him, half-daydreaming, your heart full to bursting.
âDo you think theyâll ever stop teasing you?â you ask, breaking the comfortable silence.
He doesnât look up, but a small smile plays on his lips. âProbably not. But I donât mind. Theyâre happy for meâfor us.â
The words hang in the air, soft and certain, and you feel a lump rise in your throat.
âCome here,â you murmur, tugging gently on his arm.
He sets the book aside and shifts closer, letting you curl into his side. His hand comes up to cradle your head, his fingers threading through your hair.
âI love you,â you whisper, the words slipping out as naturally as a breath.
He freezes for a moment, his hand stilling against your hair. Then he pulls back just enough to look at you, his eyes searching yours.
âI love you too,â he says, his voice barely more than a whisper.
Itâs the first time heâs said it, and the weight of it settles over you like a warm blanket. You can see it in his eyes, the quiet reverence with which he holds those wordsâholds you.
You lean up to kiss him, your lips brushing against his in a way that feels like a promise. When you pull back, heâs smiling, his cheeks flushed and his eyes alight with something that looks a lot like forever.
Over the next few weeks, life settles into a new kind of normal. The teamâs teasing becomes a regular occurrence, but Spencer takes it in stride, his quick wit and encyclopedic knowledge often leaving Morgan speechless.
You keep sending him off to work with lovingly packed lunches and scribbled notes, and he keeps coming home with faint traces of glitter on his clothes and stories that make your heart ache with pride and love.
One evening, as youâre sorting through your art supplies, you find a small stack of post-it notes tucked into one of your sketchbooks. Theyâre all doodles of Spencerâsome detailed, others hastily drawn in moments of inspiration.
You gather them up and slip them into his desk drawer, smiling to yourself as you imagine him finding them later.
And when he doesâwhen he texts you a picture of one with the caption Youâre amazingâyou know youâll never get tired of loving him.
Because with Spencer, even the quiet, everyday moments feel extraordinary. And together, youâve created something messy, colorful, and perfectâa masterpiece all your own.
#criminal minds#mgg#mgg fanfiction#mgg pics#mgg x reader#spencer reid#spencer reid criminal minds#spencer reid x fanfiction#criminal minds fluff#spencer reid comfort#mgg fluff#spencer reid fluff#spencer reid fanfiction#spencer reid fic#fluff#spencer reid self insert#spencer reid pics#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid scenario#spencer reid x oc#fyp#writers on tumblr#t#cm#writing#spencer reid x fem!readr#mgg x y/n#spencer reid x y/n#spencer reid x you#x reader
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Fresh Out The Slammer
Summary: You're going to see Spencer after he spent three months on the prision.
Couple: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Little angst, mention of prision and murder.
A/N: Hi everyone, guess who is back to write like is running out of time! Someone has to take TTPD away from me, now this is an addiction.
Sorry if this doesn't have to much to do wuth the song and remember, english is not my first language, so please tell me if I have an error.
Plss reblog it and request are open!
Masterlistá°.á
When Spencer was being held in custody in Mexico, you were anxious, you visited him and he was completely different from who you were accustomed to.
It was like he wasnât mentally there, he looked like a mess and his mental stability was almost inexistent, you almost broke down when you saw him in that state.
After that visit, he didnât let you go again to see him, he didnât want you to see him in that state and was worried about your mental health even if he was worse in that matter.
You felt hurt at that moment but you decided to understand him and didnât visit him again but you sent him letters, the first few letters he didn't respond to you, after some time he started to respond to your letters.
You have been feeling down all the time, being in your apartment made you feel miserable knowing he wasn't there, it felt lifeless there without his presence.
Your bed that once was your favorite place in the world became the worst place to be without his arms around you holding you and protecting you from all the things that happen out there.
You were cleaning the apartment when your phone started to ring, you took it to check who it was and when you saw his name you let out a scream. You quickly answer the call.
âSpencer, are you okay?â You said immediately when the call started, your voice was full of worry for him.
âYes, Iâm already out and Iâm alright, donât worry angel.â His voice sounded reassuring, even if he wasnât alright he wouldnât have told you but something inside you told you to believe him.
That calmed you instantly, knowing he was alright made your mind at peace, and the overthinking in your mind stopped even if it was for a moment.
âIâm going to be there in a couple of hours.â His voice sounded tired, knowing him you know that he hadnât slept more than two hours or less in those three months
Now you were waiting for him in your apartment, sitting on your couch trying to read a book, but that task seemed impossible right now, your mind was only focused on the clock in the living room, checking it every few minutes.
It felt like the minutes were slowly becoming eternal, your heart was beating like it was going to get out of your chest, and your mind was running through a million thoughts at the same time.
Then you heard the door opening and you ran towards the entrance just like a little kid, when you saw him you just hugged him while tears began to spill from youâre eyes.
âI missed you so much.â You whispered against his neck, your voice breaking with every word you spoke. His hands were rubbing your back in a calming notion.
When you pulled back enough to see his face, you noticed that his face had tears spilling from his beautiful eyes, you removed them with your thumbs while you held his face in your hands.
âYou donât have any idea of how much I thought about you, All those nights, you kept me going. I read every letter you sent.â He pulled you towards him for a kiss. When his lips touched yours it was like being in heaven again.
You pulled away a little and put your head on his chest âIâm sorry that you had to go through all of that.â Your voice was weak and filled with sadness thinking about all the things that he had suffered, you looked to another side.
He pulled away a little and took you by the chin to make you see him, he started to speak again. âEven if I go through all of that, knowing that you were here is enough compensation for all the things that I had suffered in my life.â
You kissed again but with time it was more slowly and gently, the kiss was filled with the love that the two of you had for each other. You were sure that the love would never end between you two.
He was the one who you want to spend the rest of your life with him.
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âcome on haley, letâs go show them how itâs done.â đ
#i love them so so so so so so bad#THEY WERE SO HAPPY#i could write an essay on them and how much they loved each other đ#never forgiving the cm writers#aaron hotchner#criminal minds
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having reid replying to blake apologising for very bluntly implying spencer is autistic with âi didnât even noticeâ AND THEN having her say âsee! this is what i love about you, you donât waste time like everyone else getting offended. if everyone just said what they meant and got on with it the world would be such a better placeâ and them nodding and agreeing over it is INSANE levels of autistic coding without having to make any commitments literally what the fuckâŚâŚ.. !!!!!!! REMEMBER WHEN TV USED TO BE LIKE THIS
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A figurative Coffee to break the Ice?
Sooo guys this is new - I have Buy me a coffee now!!â¤ď¸âď¸
Obviously, no pressure whatsoever :) I just thought it'd be a fun & honest way for anyone who might be looking for a way to support beyond liking and reblogging. I love each and every one of you anyway.. I mean, we've cracked 100 Followers?! đĽ˛
Only Love - R
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What are the chapters with the cockwarming? Iâm doing some â¨researchâ¨
Very briefly here in Heavy Dose of Rough and Demanding
Here in Interrupted by a Parent
Run Ragged
This chapter of Fireworks Sound Like War
This chapter of When the Past Meets the Present
This chapter of When JJ Tops
This part of Exploring the Freedom of Use
I think thatâs all of them?
Happy researching đ¤
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The BAU on a commercial flight:
EMILY: Stopped and searched at the security checkpoint because she forgot she was wearing an ankle holstered gun. Is the person who kicks your seat and hogs the armrest because gay people do not know how to sit on a chair properly.
JJ: Is the one having her armrest hogged by Emily. Opens a packet of peanuts and gives someone an allergic reaction. Should have stuck with CheetosâŚ
TARA: âItâs okay, Iâm a doctor! Not a doctor of medicine, but Iâm sure I can figure it out!â
PENELOPE: Watches movies on her tablet and eats M&Mâs like the little iPad kid she is, eventually falling asleep on Morganâs shoulder during âLegally Blondeâ.
MORGAN: Shamelessly flirting with the flight attendants and trying to hide the fact that he is watching âLegally Blondeâ over Penelopeâs shoulderâand loving it.
HOTCH: Reading FBI case files in his sunglasses, not noticing the kid who has been staring at him the whole time thinking âdamn, James Bond be on this flight.â
SPENCER: Talking to that same kid and his mother, explaining aerodynamics and discussing plane crash statistics. The kidâs mother requests a seat change.
ELLE: Lets Spencer explain aerodynamics to her instead. She swaps her red jello for his orange jello from the airplane meal because red is his favourite.
Check out my Masterlist for more BAU scenarios
#if this was written by the ruthless cm writers that plane would have crash in goddamn ocean#omg what if they actually crash the bau jet at some point#criminal minds#emily prentiss#jennifer jareau#criminal minds memes#spencer reid#jemily#incorrect criminal minds#derek morgan#aaron hotchner#incorrect criminal minds quotes#penelope garcia#Spencelle#tara lewis#moreid#elle greenaway#bau team#behavioral analysis unit#bisexual analysis unit#bau#headcanon
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teasing my (first) criminal minds fisher king based fic instead continuing to editing it <3
full fic is out !!
Everyone on the team had gotten 2 weeks off. Elle and Derek decided to not waste a second of it and flew away to Jamaica. Hotchner went to spend time with his family. Gideon would most likely be birdwatching in his cabin if you had to guess, he doesnât like sharing much about his personal life. Neither does Reid who is heading back home to Las Vegas. You had just ended up on your couch with a cozy blanket and a movie you had been meaning to watch. A sudden loud ringing made you jump up. Rubbing your eyes so they can refocus.
You had fallen asleep. You wouldâve laughed at yourself if it wasnât for the constant loud ringing. Finally, finding your phone between the blanket you picked up without looking at the caller ID. Â âY/n? Y/n?â It took a second for you to register JJâs voice as she repeated your name.
âYeah, Yeah, Iâm here is everything okay?â you asked, running a hand through your hair. âYou need to get to the office. Now.â She sounded serious.
âWhat happened?â You asked as you vaguely heard someone talk to JJ. It kind of sounded like Gideon. If he came to the office, it must be serious. âTell me when I get there, Iâm on my way.â You said, not even waiting for her to respond to your question and hung up.
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i know, i know, jj is so fucking strong and she perseveres despite everything sheâs gone through, i know, but fucking hell my heart is breaking over and over for her
the far away look in her eyes
the constant fidgeting to keep herself present
the way she only has the bare minimum amount of skin showing, even to where sheâs covering her hands
my heart hurts for her so much and sheâs forcing herself to deal with all of this alone
#even the way holly describes sydneyâs troubles#and the camera focuses on jj when holly says she cries most nights#and itâs just fucking tearing me apart#that entire scene especially tore me apart#and i wonder how much of sydneyâs emotions and reactions mirror jjâs own since finding out about baugate#this storyline is one of the most devastating ones in the show#second only to rosalyn and fucking 11 year old jj being the one to find her#jennifer jareau i want to put you in my pocket and protect you forever#if anyone comes at me for this#leave me be!!!#jj is so fucking strong sheâs one of the strongest people on the team#both emotionally and physically#but fucking CHRIST she is SUFFERING so bad right now and itâs gut wrenching to see#iâm sick thinking about next episode#about how sheâs forced to work face to face more with a man that violated her in one of the most horrific ways possible#and what happens when she finds out emily green lit that#iâm sick#SICK#jennifer jareau#jennifer jj jareau#emily prentiss#criminal minds#cme spoilers#criminal minds evolution spoilers#criminal minds spoilers#cm spoilers#criminal minds evolution#CME writers enough is enough!!!!#the jemily angst/hurt storyline is too much!!!!
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