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[amoghbanagere915]

Northern NJ Mensa’s May Imprint features Amogh’s Art award!

Thanks to Northern NJ Mensa’s May Imprint (newsletter) for featuring two-pages story on Amogh’s art award for his ‘Birch Tree’ painting, conferred by Essex County Council, in collaboration with Art educators of New Jersey at the ‘Hall of Records’ to commemorate ‘Youth Art Month’. Northern NJ Mensa ‘May Imprint’ (See Pages…

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Best Driving School in Nutley NJ

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[thinkingofausername]

so basically i've fallen into the spencer reid rabbit hole and i've read his fandom wiki page and here are some things which stood out to me:

he graduated high school at 12

he fears his mother's schizophrenia will be passed onto him

he was bullied as a kid (he was tied naked to a goalpost once)

he writes letters to his institutionalized mother every single day

he has eidetic memory (he can memorize an exceeding amount of information in detail but only if acquired visually)

he can read 20 000 words per minute (the average is 200-300)

he's a technophobe and a germaphobe

he has PhDs in math, chemistry and engineering

he doesn't like to be touched by strangers

he failed his gun qualifications

he has nightmares

he was kidnapped

he can do magic tricks really well

he was tortured by a serial killer who forcibly injected him with Dilaudid which resulted in addiction; he died and had to be revived during the torture

he says he works best under intense terror

his father left him when he was young

he was shot in the leg

he suffered intense migraines and hallucinations

he considered relapsing after Prentiss faked her death

he was shot in the neck and while he was in the hospital a man tried killing him by injecting carbenicillin in his iv

he's Morgan's son's godfather

he was nearly transferred to a maximum-security Mexican prison; he was sent to Millburn Correctional Facility instead

he was beaten multiple times while in prison; he was almost killed

he was drugged and made to believe he killed a person

he stabbed himself in the leg and pinned it on an inmate so he would be put in solitary confinement for his own safety

he became violent after prison (he attempted to strangle a pregnant woman who was lying about him being the father)

he was kidnapped by a cult and beaten; he felt peace when he was about to be killed

he was held hostage

he sustained brain injury during an explosion (intracranial bleeding, hallucinations, seizures)

he joined the BAU at 22

he went to the FBI academy but he struggled with anything not book related

he has a BA in philosophy

he has expert knowledge in forensic anthropology

he has an IQ of 187

he's an expert on historical serial killers, statistics, geographic profiling, body language

he went to public school in Las Vegas

he's an avid Star Trek, Star Wars and Doctor Who fan; he likes soap operas

he drinks a lot of coffee

he can't use chopsticks

he won 2 000 in a casino but he let a hooker keep his winnings

he's killed 8 people

he's afraid of the dark; he loves Halloween; he doesn't like the beach

he can play piano really well

he's banned from multiple casinos

he has eye cataract; he can speak Korean; he hates hospitals

he wears mismatched socks

his mother called him Crash because he bumped into things

he was supposed to be bisexual but the production dropped it

[the-fiction-witch]

Cultivated Warmth

Media - Sex Education Character - Otis Millburn Couple - Otis X Reader Reader - Y/n Rating - 12 Word Count - 956

Fictional Advent Day Twenty

Otis lay snuggled up in his warm, quilted bed, cocooned in layers of soft blankets to shield himself from the cold breeze and the gentle patter of Snow against his window. He clutched his beloved teddy bear close to his chest, its worn fur a familiar comfort as he drifted in and out of sleep, a contented smile playing on his lips.

When suddenly and without warning, Y/n in her usual brand of chaos came into his room without so much as knocking. If it had been anyone else he'd have been concerned but he knew Y/n had a habit of this, and his mother always let her in any way for breakfast whether school was on or not. She bolted over to his bed beginning to poke his face, "You dead?"

he groaned, he slowly opened his eyes and rolled over to face her. "Yeah I'm dead, now go away. I'm sleeping," he replied in a grumpy grumble,

she crawled onto his bed and poked his nose "Hey. Get up."

he groaned again, but this time from frustration. He slapped her hand away and pulled the covers up further "Ugh, make me" he mumbled, as he closed his eyes again.

"you wanna test me?" She glared at him. Before she began poking all over him making sure to use her nails to poke and prod him,

he let out a noise that was a combination of a hiss and a groan, before sitting up and pushing her away, "Stop it, that hurts!" he mumbled,

"wake up." She whines shoving him,

he rolled his eyes dramatically "Ughhh, fine" he grumbled, as he started getting out of bed "I'm up, I'm up. there better be a good reason for you torturing me!"

"... Cause I can." She smiled watching him climb out of bed and while he was distracted getting himself a drink of water from the glass on the table Y/n jumped into his bed pulling the covers around her stealing his spot and all the warmth he had accumulated even hugging his bear,

he glanced over his shoulder towards the bed once he heard her dive in it. a look of annoyance crossed his face "Hey, you stole my bed!" he quickly set his glass down on the side and turned towards the bed. with an exasperated sigh, he crossed his arms and pouted at her, "What am I supposed to do now then?"

"not my problem." She giggled,

he rolled his eyes again, but this time it was in amusement "You're so annoying. give me my bed and my bear back"

"Nope."

he was starting to get frustrated now, he really wanted to get back into that nice warm bed, "pleaseeee" he whined, "I'm cold and it's my bed!"

"but your bed is always so soft and if I kick you out it's all nice and warm for me."

"ugh, you're impossible. but fine, since you won't let me back in, I suppose I'm just gonna have to... attack you!" he lunged towards the bed, trying to grab her

Y/n squealed kicking and squirming as she tried desperately to remain in the cacoon of duvet and Otis tried everything to get her out of it. Until Y/n grabs his bear and holds it threateningly, "Back away... Or the bear gets it."

His attack stopped dead in his tracks and he held his hands up, "okay! okay! you win! just don't hurt my bear!"

she smiled evilly and snuggled back up in bed keeping the bear in her arms "ummm glad we could come to an arrangement Otis," she giggled

"you are so lucky I love that bear more than I despise you,"

"nawww you love me." She teased pinching his cheek,

a small blush started to spread over his cheeks. he took a step back from the bed to try and hide it, "No I don't you're annoying, you barge into my room all the time and wake me up and steal my bed!"

"grumpy Otis today,"

he rolled his eyes, "Well excuse me for being grumpy after being rudely woken up and having my bed taken from me" he folded his arms as he spoke, the pout crossing his face again

she sighed and rolled her eyes before she pushed the covers away a little "Come.'

he stared at her for a moment, raising an eyebrow, "Is this a trap? are you just going to kick me back out once I get in the bed?"

"I promise I will not kick you out again now either come in the bed and cuddle or go away cause holding the duvet like this is letting out all the cultivated warmth,"

he looked a bit dubious for a moment more before ultimately giving in and getting into the bed and he snuggled up under the duvet, "Happy now? you've got all the cuddles you could want"

Y/n hummed and turned over nuzzling into his chest wrapping the covers tightly around them both "ummmm..."

He felt his heart rate quicken as she nestled into his chest, her warmth enveloping him. Gently, he wrapped one arm around her, holding her close, while his other hand moved up to her head, his fingers naturally intertwining with her hair. He was acutely aware of how close they were, hoping she couldn't feel the rapid thumping of his heart. Keeping his gaze fixed on her face, he willed himself to remain composed. His fingertips continued to weave through her hair, while his other hand traced delicate patterns on her lower back, cherishing every moment of their embrace.

she smiled and moved her head up a little kissing his cheek before nuzzling up in his chest again hugging the bear between them "Goodnight Otis."

He looked down at her, cuddling up to him, and the blush spread over his face again. he smiled and kissed the top of her head, "goodnight Y/n..."

[yeyoung02]

Adding value to someone else's life is one of the most important things you can do with your life, and it has nothing to do with money."- Joshua Fields Millburn (author)

-What do you think it means for you to add value to someone else's life as it pertains to learning how to write?

Assuming that someone sympathizes with and is impressed through my writing, it will be touching and rewarding to myself. It is something that cannot be gained through other experiences. Assuming that someone sympathizes with and is impressed through my writing, it will be touching and rewarding to myself. It is something that cannot be gained through other experiences.

-How can you add value to someone else's life through your writing?

For example, if I write a diary, I will write down the experiences and feelings I felt throughout the day in my writing. If someone reads it, I will be able to feel the feelings and feelings as if I have become myself, and it feels to me like writing is a means of getting empathy and understanding. I think that others can read my writing and feel various emotions and go through the process of understanding another personality through it. I think the process of understanding and empathizing with others is one of the meaningful and essential things for social humans. Through this, I think I can give value to others through writing.

-Why is adding value to someone else's life one of the most important things you can do with yours?

I think humans are social animals, so they cannot live alone. For that to happen, I feel that I need to know how to have a deep conversation with others, not my family, and practice reading the person's expressions, emotions, and thoughts. And I am putting this into practice in society such as school and work. I think writing is also one of the means to practice this. It gives me a sense of accomplishment when I perform a certain task perfectly or complete a given task, but the sense of accomplishment when I am fused with others and have a good social life is incomparably great. So I think that giving value to others is the most important thing among the many things I can do in my life. I think humans are social animals, so I cannot live alone. For that to happen, I feel that I need to know how to have a deep conversation with others, not my family, and I need to practice reading the person's expressions, emotions, and thoughts. And I am putting this into practice in society such as school and work. I think writing is also one of the means to practice this. It gives me a sense of accomplishment when I perform a certain task perfectly or complete a given task, but the sense of accomplishment when I am fused with others and achieve a good social life is incomparably great.So I think that giving value to others is the most important thing I can do in my life.

To. Professor Robin

I'm sorry I didn't do my last assignment properly.I used a translator, but I worked hard on it. I want you to find out that I'm trying again.

[alex-turners-world]

That's true. Not even Katie hangs out with her out of the tour. Kelly is still rather Katie's friend they hang out. Including Chloe Tom Rowley's wife like they were seen together at a gig in Sheffield recently I think that was even Millburn the singer is Kirstin's ex. They know what's going on. This group does have their preferences, they only fake it when they have to be on tour together like you somehow have to get along being together so many days and hours together like when you are at a school class trip. The most desperate are Kirstin and Louise because they don't feel accepted in their place like they want to. See how Katie doesn't hang out with Louise either anymore when she's in England, only Amanda does when she's in LA. Kirstin tries to be closer to Louise even defending Alex for being with her (on her NY post) but Louise doesn't seem to want to be close to Kirstin that's probably because Louise sees herself in Kirstin.

// Yeah, Kirstin looks like one of those girls at school who wants to be with the "cool" girls but they don't really want her into the circle

In all truth we don't know how much Katie hangs out with Kirstin. They both have private accounts. But I would imagine them hanging out together outside the tour too.

Oh yeah, both Kirstin and Louise are desperate. And it's so icky. Kirstin reminds of Louise in like 2018-2020 when no one gave a fuck about Louise but she still commented under everyone's post. Now Kirstin has been doing the same thing. It's funny that Louise doesn't even like her comments. Don't know why Kirstin is sucking up to Louise though, she'll be gone from the circle anyways, like all Alex's gfs.

[enterprisewired]

Best Personal Development Podcasts for Levelling Up Your Life

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Are you tired of running your life on autopilot mode? Do you also seek meaning, change, growth, and purpose in your life? In this continuously changing world, it is vital to change yourself and be the better version that walks towards success. In this stressful and buzzing lifestyle, prioritizing yourself is essential for self-improvement. With the internet being the newest mode of seeking insight and support, some digital audio files can help you improve your personality in a positive light.

To promote self-growth, nothing can be as good as listening to the best personal development podcasts; these digital audio files can boost your self-help journey drastically. In these podcasts, people come forth to share personal experiences, words of wisdom, motivation, and inspirational stories to keep you driving ahead on the path of personal growth to become the better version of yourself. These audio files will become your mentor and offer you some secret weapons to unlock your full potential. Many host focus on ensuring that their listener will receive the push that they require to move on from their issue. 

In this article, we will list down some of the best personal development podcasts for helping you develop and grow in your personal life. These podcasts also focus on upgrading your lifestyle. 

List of best personal development podcasts

Overview: Bestselling author Gretchen Rubin shares science-backed insights and practical advice to cultivate happiness in daily life.

What You’ll Learn: Productivity, habit formation, mindfulness, and small changes for a happier life.

Best Episode: “Why You Should Design Your Summer” – Tips on making seasonal adjustments for happiness.

About the Host: Gretchen Rubin is a happiness expert and author of The Happiness Project and Better Than Before.

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2. The Daily Motivation (by Lewis Howes)

Overview: A short-form podcast featuring motivational insights, success strategies, and wisdom from top achievers.

What You’ll Learn: Daily inspiration on personal growth, mindset, and achieving success.

Best Episode: “Mastering Self-Discipline” – How to develop a strong, resilient mindset.

About the Host: Lewis Howes is a former pro athlete, bestselling author, and host of The School of Greatness.

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3. On Purpose with Jay Shetty

Overview: A deep dive into purposeful living, featuring interviews with celebrities, experts, and thought leaders.

What You’ll Learn: Mindfulness, self-improvement, relationships, and mental wellness.

Best Episode: “The 4 Types of People You Need in Your Life” – Jay explores how different people shape your growth.

About the Host: Jay Shetty is a former monk, bestselling author, and social media influencer on wisdom and well-being.

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4. Good Life Project

Overview: A storytelling-driven podcast focused on finding meaning, joy, and purpose in life.

What You’ll Learn: Personal growth, emotional intelligence, and resilience.

Best Episode: “How to Live a Good Life” – Practical habits to design a fulfilling life.

About the Host: Jonathan Fields is an entrepreneur, author, and founder of the Good Life Project movement.

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5. The Minimalis

Overview: Joshua Fields Millburn and Ryan Nicodemus share insights on minimalism and how to live intentionally.

What You’ll Learn: Decluttering, financial freedom, mental clarity, and simplifying life.

Best Episode: “Let It Go” – A guide to letting go of unnecessary things and thoughts.

About the Hosts: Joshua and Ryan are bestselling authors and pioneers of the minimalist movement.

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6. The Rich Roll Podcast

Overview: A deep, long-form podcast featuring conversations on wellness, transformation, and peak performance.

What You’ll Learn: Mindfulness, plant-based living, and overcoming adversity.

Best Episode: “David Goggins: Master Your Mind and Defy the Odds” – A motivational deep dive.

About the Host: Rich Roll is an ultra-endurance athlete, author, and wellness advocate.

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7. The Tony Robbins Podcast

Overview: Tony Robbins shares high-impact strategies for personal and financial success.

What You’ll Learn: Mindset shifts, leadership, and achieving peak performance.

Best Episode: “The Power of Mindset: How to Prime Yourself for Success” – A guide to harnessing the power of thought.

About the Host: Tony Robbins is a world-renowned life and business strategist, speaker, and author.

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8. The Happiness Lab with Dr. Laurie Santos

Overview: A science-backed podcast on happiness and well-being.

What You’ll Learn: Psychological insights on happiness, habits, and emotional health.

Best Episode: “The Unhappy Millionaire” – Why money doesn’t always lead to happiness.

About the Host: Dr. Laurie Santos is a Yale professor who teaches the popular course The Science of Well-Being.

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9. Oprah’s Super Soul

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Overview: Oprah Winfrey shares spiritual conversations with thought leaders and changemakers.

What You’ll Learn: Self-discovery, mindfulness, and spirituality.

Best Episode: “Eckhart Tolle on Finding Your Purpose” – Deep insights on consciousness and fulfillment.

About the Host: Oprah is a media mogul, philanthropist, and spiritual guide for millions.

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10. Unlocking Us with Brené Brown

Overview: A research-based podcast on vulnerability, courage, and connection.

What You’ll Learn: Emotional intelligence, leadership, and resilience.

Best Episode: “The Power of Vulnerability” – How embracing vulnerability can transform your life.

About the Host: Brené Brown is a research professor, bestselling author, and TED speaker.

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Read More: Leadership Podcast for Entrepreneurs: A Game-Changer for Business Growth

Conclusion

Personal development podcasts are gaining popularity among the new generation. It has turned into an impactful solution for issues individuals face to grow themselves. Listening to these podcasts will change your way of looking at things; it will improve your perspective on life altogether. These audio files are known as a way to gain insight, and with that wisdom, anyone can truly unlock their potential to upgrade their lifestyle.

These best personal development podcasts offer motivation and inspiration to move forward to a better future where you can become the best version of yourself. From On Purpose by Jay Shetty, The Tim Ferris Show, The Happiness Lab with Dr. Laurie Santos, and The Rich Roll Podcast, the list provided above will be your mentor to guide you in your journey of growth and evolution. So, plug in your earbuds and be prepared to tune in to these podcasts that will positively elevate your life.

FAQ:

1. What are the 5 points of personal development?

The five key areas of personal development are mental, social, spiritual, emotional, and physical growth, focusing on improving your mind, relationships, values, feelings, and well-being. 

2. How to start bettering yourself?

To start bettering yourself, focus on consistent self-care, setting achievable goals, learning new things, and practicing kindness, both to yourself and others. 

3. What are your top 3 skill development priorities?

In general, you should focus on three types of skill areas: functional, self-management and special knowledge skills.

[southjerseyweb]

Thomas Halstead Obituary - CA - Pasadena Star News

… Jersey, becoming an enthusiastic naturalist and a gifted artist. He graduated from Millburn High School and Drew University, both in New Jersey.

[allael]

"Stuck in their homes, people wrestled with the fact that their material possessions matter less than they originally thought. The truth was all around them. All the things collecting dust—their high-school baseball trophies, dusty college textbooks, and broken food processors—were never as important as people. The pandemic magnified this reality and demonstrated a crucial lesson: our things tend to get in the way of what’s truly essential—our relationships."

📚 Love People, Use Things - Because the Opposite Never Works, Joshua Fields Millburn & Ryan Nicodemus, 2021.

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Exploring the Enchanting Beauty of Bernhardt Near Millburn, NJ

Introduction:

Nestled near the picturesque town of Millburn, New Jersey, lies the charming neighbourhood of Bernhardt. With its serene landscapes, vibrant community, and proximity to nature, Bernhardt offers residents and visitors a slice of paradise. In this blog, we will delve into the enchanting beauty of Bernhardt and discover why it's a hidden gem worth exploring.

Natural Wonders:

Bernhardt boasts an abundance of natural wonders that will captivate nature enthusiasts. From the breathtaking South Mountain Reservation to the tranquil Rahway River, outdoor adventures await at every turn. Take a leisurely stroll through the lush parks and open spaces, or embark on scenic hiking trails that offer panoramic views of the surrounding landscape. Bernhardt's natural beauty truly shines, providing a much-needed respite from the hustle and bustle of everyday life.

Community Spirit:

One of the hallmarks of Bernhardt near Millburn NJ is its strong sense of community. Residents take pride in their neighborhood and come together for various events and activities. Whether it's a neighborhood picnic in the park, a farmers market showcasing local produce, or a charity drive, Bernhardt fosters a warm and welcoming environment. The community spirit here is palpable, creating a tight-knit and supportive network that makes Bernhardt a wonderful place to call home.

Cultural Delights:

While Bernhardt's natural beauty takes center stage, the neighborhood also offers cultural delights that add to its charm. Art galleries, theaters, and music venues in nearby Millburn provide ample opportunities to indulge in the arts. From captivating stage performances to thought-provoking exhibitions, residents of Bernhardt can immerse themselves in a vibrant cultural scene just a stone's throw away.

Proximity to Millburn:

Being situated near Millburn comes with its own set of advantages. This neighbouring town offers a wide array of dining, shopping, and entertainment options. Explore the quaint boutiques and unique shops along Millburn Avenue, indulge in gourmet cuisine at local restaurants, or catch a show at the renowned Paper Mill Playhouse. Millburn adds an extra layer of convenience and excitement to the Bernhardt experience.

A Place to Thrive:

Bernhardt is more than just a beautiful neighbourhood—it's a place where residents thrive. With its top-rated schools, safe streets, and a strong sense of community, families find comfort in knowing that Bernhardt offers an ideal environment to raise children. The proximity to major employment centres and convenient transportation links make it an attractive location for professionals seeking a balance between work and leisure.

Historic Significance:

Bernhardt also has a rich historical heritage that adds to its allure. The neighborhood's roots can be traced back to the early settlement days of Millburn. Historical landmarks and sites, such as the Historic Parsil House, provide a glimpse into the area's past and offer a sense of connection to its historical roots.

Outdoor Recreation:

Outdoor enthusiasts will find an abundance of recreational opportunities in Bernhardt. The South Mountain Reservation, spanning over 2,000 acres, offers hiking, biking, and horseback riding trails, as well as picnic areas and scenic overlooks. Residents can also enjoy activities like fishing, kayaking, and paddleboarding on the Rahway River.

Bernhardt near Millburn, New Jersey, is a hidden gem that offers a harmonious blend of natural beauty, community spirit, and cultural delights. Whether you're a nature lover, an art enthusiast, or someone seeking a supportive community, Bernhardt has something for everyone. So, come and explore the enchanting beauty of Bernhardt—a place that will capture your heart and leave a lasting impression.

[theodorebasmanov]

I’ve watched the seventh episode of “Sex Education” Netflix series. And what do you mean: “There is only one episode left”?!! (Spoilers!) The school dances episode! Everybody has huge problems with that. Otis just doesn’t want to go there, but then he meets Ola and accidentally asks her out. Maeve doesn’t want to go either but Jackson invites her and she agrees (and then she has problems with a dress and he has problems with his mom). And on the dances itself: Otis argues with Ola (he offends her, to be honest), a guy nearly commits suicide because of his love problems (and Otis talks him from doing it), Maeve nearly argues with Jackson, but then she finds out about Jackson was giving money to Otis to make her be his girlfriend and she argues with Otis and takes drunk Jackson home, he Argues (I’m definitely overusing that word today) with his mom and comes to Maeve. And you should definitely ask: and what’s with Eric? And I’ll tell you. Eric is just great! He sees an adult guy with beautiful nails (and just cool outfit), goes to church with his family, there the Pastor tells him, that Jesus loves him and that to love your neighbour you should first love yourself. And then he goes to the dance looking just gorgeous! And then he has a very good and inspiring conversation with his father and then even reconciles and dances with Otis. And yes, Jean is again with Jakob. And I’m envious about that church, I also want to have such nearby. Because the only churches we have here are either sect (wanting nothing but money from you) or Orthodox - everything you can imagine phobic and also wanting money from you. Somebody, tell me that Jesus loves me, please.  

[amoghbanagere915]

Wyoming School’s ‘Great Leader’ of Second Grade Award!

Wyoming School’s ‘Great Leader’ of Second Grade Award!

November 16th, 2022 – Thanks to Wyoming Elementary School for recognizing Amogh as the ‘Great Leader’ of Second Grade at the entire school assembly today! (more…)

[internetdrivingschoolnj]

Best Driving School in Nutley, Millburn & West Cardwell NJ

Internet Driving School, LLC is the best driving school in Nutley NJ and Millburn NJ. We are licensed driving school near you in West Cardwell NJ.

[softdoctorreid]

a little extra | reid x reader

summary: Spencer has always been self-conscious. But after prison he becomes a little extra aware of the extra weight he's carrying and you decide to give him a little extra love to ease his mind. Shameless smut because later seasons Spencer's tummy is everything and there's not enough content about it!! • nsfw/18+, smut, oral sex, body worship, vaginal sex, couch sex

(i posted this on AO3 anonymously but bc it seems like so much of the CM fandom also posts on tumblr, i thought i’d share it here too!) 

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For someone who didn’t focus too much on his appearance, preferring comfort to style and hitting the books to hitting the gym, Spencer was all too aware of how his body. He had always been self-conscious. It was hard not to be when he was barely twelve his senior year in high school and surrounded by kids who were bigger, stronger, older than him. He stuck out like a scrawny sore thumb. By the end of college he’d shot up like a beanpole, hitting over six feet' by the time he graduated from the FBI Academy six years later. Still, he was lanky and lean, nothing like the men he worked alongside. They were strong, imposing. Hotch was sturdy and powerful. Morgan had the muscles to kick down doors and the physique to sweep women off their feet. He felt like a twig in an oversized sweater compared to them, out of shape and always overlooked.

Even then there was a softness to him. Sharp collarbones but soft thighs. Narrow wrists but no abs to speak of. He still stuck out, with his gangly limbs and unruly hair. He’d made peace with the fact that he might never grow into his body or learn to fit comfortably in it, but it was familiar at the least. Barely changing since college other than his frequent haircuts, the alarming number of scars he accumulated, and the trauma he learned to carry. He’d learned to love it a little bit more when you came along and seemed to love it so much, seemed to love him so much in spite of it all. There was less to worry about when tangled up with you. He could worship your body with barely a thought of his own other than how good you made him feel.

Then came Mexico. And Millburn. And everything after.

It was the perfect storm - the stress of the whole affair, the prison food, the struggle he had adapting afterwards. Maybe it was getting older, too. Or thirty plus years of a sweet tooth catching up to him. But no matter the cause, one thing was certain: in the last year his body had changed.

At first he’d hardly noticed, chalked it up to anxiety and being away from home. To a lack of familiarity with his wardrobe and apartment and personal space. He was just a little more uncomfortable in his clothes than before. Loosening his belt just a little more after lunch. But you never commented on it, so he didn’t pay it much mind. Until one morning getting ready for work when the buttons of his dress shirt didn’t quite want to close over his stomach. Spencer frowned at the stubborn fabric. He’d worn the same size clothing for years - had some things shrunk in the wash the last time he did laundry? Returning to the closest he grabbed a different shirt and repeated the process only to find the same results.

His face went red as he realized it wasn’t the shirt - it was him. More specifically, his belly, the soft beginnings of a paunch that wouldn’t quite fit within the confines of his dress clothes. No, his shirt would fit, it had to fit. He sucked in and tried again, forcing the ends of the shirt to meet and fastening the buttons securely. This time, they complied. Spencer glanced in the mirror. It was tight, that was undeniable. The shirt clinging to his soft body and the curve of his belly, the buttons straining from effort. But it fit. He let out a sigh of relief - only for one of the buttons stretched tight over his midsection to pull before completely popping open.

He stared in horror at his reflection, at the gap in his shirt and the way his tummy stuck out more obviously without the restraint. There was no way to ignore it anymore. He’d gained weight. Enough weight to change his body to the point that the clothes he’d worn since joining the BAU no longer fit him. With the clock still ticking he pushed down the embarrassment and found a roomier shirt to wear, hoping a longer tie would distract from the bulge of his belly and the way he couldn’t manage to close the lower buttons of his cardigan.

All day he wondered how he’d missed it, how he’d gotten to this point. It seemed so obvious now, the way his pants seemed to tug more over his ass, the way his cardigans felt stiff, the way the buckle of his belt dug into his stomach as he sat at his desk, forcing him to lean back slightly. After an already filling lunch he couldn’t seem to stop himself from sneaking two donuts from the box Garcia had brought in that morning and soon found himself slinking off to the bathroom and attempting to inch his pants down lower on his waist to relieve the pressure. How had he not noticed? Oh god, had other people noticed? The team? Had you noticed?

Spencer tried to push it to the back of his mind as he sat on the train home. Once there, he could change into something more comfortable and figure out what to do next. Maybe he would join a gym. Or go on a diet. He despised vegetables though, and how was he supposed to drink coffee without sugar in it? Maybe he would call Morgan or Luke and start going on runs with them. Anything to feel less aware of the extra weight he was now carrying.

Instead though, he found you sitting on the stoop of his apartment building with an eager grin.

Shit.  

In his flustered state he had completely forgotten about your standing date for dinner and a movie.

“There you are,” you called, rushing to meet him. You threw your arms around him in a hug and he tried not to tense up beneath your embrace. “I was worried you got called away on a case and forgot to tell me!”

“Sorry,” he said, shying away from you lest you become aware of all his insecurities. “The trains were, uh, running behind schedule.”

You laced your hands through his, and for a moment the contact slowed his racing mind. “I’m just glad you’re home now. I missed you.” Standing on your toes you gave him a quick kiss before letting him lead you inside and up to his apartment, showering him with questions about his day that he answered in uncharacteristically short sentences.

When you asked what he wanted to do for takeout, he shifted nervously in the living room. The thought of eating in front of you when he already felt so uncomfortable in his own skin was far from appealing. “I - well, actually, I’m not really hungry. I got caught up at work and had a late lunch,” he lied, unbuttoning his cardigan and discarding the tie he’d been hiding behind.

“Oh. Well that’s okay, I’m not starving right now. We can always order food later. That new pizza spot down the block is open all night, you know!” Plopping down onto the couch, you patted the spot next to you. “Come sit with me, it’s your turn to choose the movie.”

A movie, he could do that. Your eyes would be on the screen rather than his body and he could distract himself with the sound of something other than his own insecurities. But fifteen minutes into the sci-fi film, you leaned in to his side, cuddling close to him as you often did when watching movies together. He swallowed hard. Could you tell he’d changed? Had you already noticed? Spencer tried to suck in, square his shoulders, stretch himself out. When you attempted to nestle closer to his side, he inched away.

“Hey, is everything okay?” you asked.

He nodded. “Y-yeah, of course! Everything’s fine!”

You frowned, staring him down with a discerning gaze that would make a profiler proud. “Are you sure? Babe, you’re so tense. Did something happen at work?”

“No!”

“ Spencer ,” you sighed. Not shifting your glance from his face you grabbed the remote and paused the movie. “Something’s bothering you, I can tell. What’s going on?”

The look of concern on your face was impossible to resist. As much as he hated feeling so self-conscious, he hated the thought of upsetting you more. “It’s nothing, really. It’s stupid.”

You squeezed his hand. “You’re not stupid. I promise. Whatever it is, you can talk to me.”

Under your curious gaze, he squirmed on the couch, gathering the courage to speak. “It’s just… I couldn’t wear one of my old shirts today. All my clothes feel tighter since coming home from prison and I think maybe I’ve... gained weight.”

Your eyes roamed over him, the corners of your mouth twitching. “Well, I’d say you’re right about that.” At the pained look on his face, you tried added, “It’s not a bad thing though!”

Spencer curled into himself, pulling the hem of his cardigan around his body like a shield. “You don’t have to lie.”

“Why do you think I’m lying?”

He shrugged. “I know I’m not that good-looking. Not like Morgan. Or Luke. Or I don’t know, any guy with abs. But I was - I still looked like I was in shape, I guess. And now everything’s changed and I feel different and I don’t want people to look at me different. And I don’t want you to be embarrassed that I’m… that I’ve put weight on and all that.” It was so hard to think you could like him when he'd spent his whole life learning how to hate himself.

Your eyes softened. With one hand you switched the television off, abandoning the remote on the coffee table before scooting closer to him on the couch.

“Hey. Spence. First of all, you are very good-looking. And more importantly, I could never, ever be embarrassed of you.”

“I’d understand if you were. I mean, I’m weird and I’m a mess and I ramble. My job hasn’t been easy on you, and neither has me going to prison. And now this! It’s like I can’t be anything a boyfriend is supposed to be for you, and you deserve better than that. Not the mess I am.”

“Babe, you’re not a mess.” You set a hand on his shoulder, thumb stroking gentle circles. “You’re healing. And that’s okay. But I love you, you know that? I love your rambling and your passion for your job and how smart you are. I love you so much.” The words hovered between you for a second before you tugged at his elbow. “Let me see you. Let me see the man I love.”

Spencer bit his lip, wavering between giving in and pushing you away. But he didn’t want to lose you and he didn’t want to be alone right now, not really. So he shrugged out of the cardigan and tried to sit up straight on the sofa as you took him in, eyes tracing every inch of him.

Then you smiled. Seemingly satisfied, ran your hand through his unruly hair and then down his cheek before trailing to his chest. “So there’s a little more of you,” you said, sliding over to sit yourself on his thigh. You squeezed your legs around him and he inhaled sharply at the warmth of you on his thigh, the breath a little painful as the buttons on his shirt strained against his skin. You caught his breath with a kiss, crashing your lips against his. The taste of your tongue in his mouth sweeter than any sugar and he gave in to temptation, kissing you back with a greedy eagerness. All lips and teeth and tongue and need.

“I love all of you. That love isn’t gonna run out. There’s always room for more of you.” A playful spark danced in your darkening eyes. “I want more of you. Right now. Let me show you.” You squeezed his leg with your hand, shifting to straddle him and swiveling your ass against his dick as you did so.

And god, his too-tight pants didn’t have room to accommodate his tummy and his growing cock. He moaned beneath your touch, your lips against the pulse point of his neck, fingers finding their way to the collar of his dress shirt. You undid the buttons of his shirt, the fabric gratefully giving way with ease and offering him some release. It was short-lived as you rolled your hips against his, the friction unbearable in the best of ways.

“Look at this body,” you said. “I love you no matter how you look, you know that. I love you. But I love this body of yours, Spence.” A nip at the base of his throat and you tugged at his hair. Beneath your grip the tension began to leave his body, replaced by a heat burning in his stomach. “Love it so much. It’s changed because you’ve changed. It kept you alive. Got you through Millburn and everything after. Kept you here, for me.”

Your hands found their way to his waist. “Of course there’s a little more of you now,” you murmured against his neck. “You needed that to survive. And god do you wear it well. I mean it,” you added when he tried to protest. Fingers digging into the soft flesh of his sides. “You’ve filled out. It looks good on you. All this newness. These hips and those broad shoulders and these thighs - god, Spencer, these thighs!”

As if to prove your point, you punctuated the words by grinding down against him once more and the room suddenly feel several degrees warmer. Maybe he’d had an inkling of these changes before, maybe that was why he’d been avoiding sex with you for the last few weeks, so you wouldn’t see him the way he was starting to see himself. But here you were, evidently as into him as ever. Your friction making his dick twitch, making his body absolutely ache for you.

If he hadn’t been so consumed with his own self-consciousness, he might have realized the way you eyed the way his trousers stretched over his rounder backside or the way your gaze drifted to his tummy when he stretched back and placed a hand over it after a big meal. Might have picked up on the way his tightening shirts made you rub your thighs together or how the slight pudge against his belt made you feel absolutely feral.

But it had all gone completely over his head as he tried to keep a safe distance between you and the body he felt so unseemly in. And now you were making up for lost time, sucking at his neck in a way he was sure would leave a mark, palms rubbing his thighs so close to where he wanted to feel you so badly.

You pulled your shirt up over your head and he buried his face between your breasts, whimpering at the feel of your skin against his and peppering kisses across your chest. “You’re so beautiful,” he whined.

“And so are you. My beautiful boy. With your beautiful eyes and your beautiful hands.” Your hands wandered down his backside. “And your ass. Your ass is a thing of beauty, Spencer. A real work of art. And all these tight pants make your butt look so good. You fill those clothes out finally.” You squeezed at the swell of it, his breath catching from where he was kissing your jaw and he bucked his hips up to meet your body. “Fuck. So beautiful.”

The hoarse rasp of your voice was almost too much for him, so wrecked with desire. And it was definitely becoming too much for his trousers, which were now painfully tight.

He leaned back on the couch in an attempt to alleviate the pressure of his waistband. Catching his subtle movement, you slid off of him, sinking to your knees on the floor between his legs. With a smile you undid his belt buckle, pulling it out of the belt loops and discarding it on the floor.

The fabric of his slacks was taut against his skin, made more uncomfortable still by the bulge straining against them. You palmed over his thick cock, growing harder immediately under your touch, before reaching for the fly of his trousers. Upon undoing the button, the zipper of his too-tight pants peeled open, his soft belly inching forward, free from restraint, and his erection fully at attention beneath his boxers.

You took your sweet time, kissing a path up the fullness of his inner thigh and stopping at the curve of his hip as you gazed at him. “And I love your tummy.” Your fingers traced lightly up his happy trail. “Love how soft you are. So easy to cuddle up to. So warm. You’re so comfortable. So good.”

Your teeth grazed over the soft skin of his belly, followed by your tongue. “All of you is so sturdy now. So tangible. You feel so much stronger. So here . So healthy. You feel so full and alive, Spence. So strong. Such a man,” you moaned, pushing his boxers down his legs and watching his arousal spring free. Looking right in his wide eyes, you licked your lips. “And all for me .”

You licked a stripe up the length of him from base to tip and he let his head fall back against the couch as your lips wrapped around him. It felt divine, and he threaded his hands in your hair to keep you steady, your whimpers sending him into overdrive as you sucked him off, your mouth warm and wet around the most sensitive parts of him. Tongue swirling over the tip, each moan going right through him.

Before he could lose himself to the pleasure, you stopped and squeezed his knee gently. “Spence, I wanna feel you,” you breathed. “Want all of you.”

“Yes,” he begged. “Yes, please.” You stood and stripped out of your jeans and panties as he watched, chest heaving. Time seemed to move to slow for the overwhelming need he felt, so he pulled closer to him once more, arms snaking around your torso to deftly unclasp your bra before pressing his mouth to your breasts, ravishing each with the attention of his hands and tongue. You climbed back into his lap, bracing yourself on his shoulders as you slid down onto his cock.

Spencer groaned at the sensation of your slick heat. You were this turned on by him? The reality of your arousal, the way you whined against his mouth, fingernails digging into his shoulder, was almost enough to make him come on the spot.

In spite of it all, you wanted him. And he wanted you.

Then you started to rock and back and forth and, “ Fuck, ” he hissed. You felt so good. So warm and tight and good. He wanted to make you feel good. Prove to himself he could be okay with his body if he was still enough for you, that he would be enough for you.

Careful not to jostle you, he grabbed your waist and flipped you two on the couch so you were splayed across the length of it, head against the pillows as he hovered over you and picked up the pace you had set. Your kiss-swollen lips parted in a breathless smile, head tipping back in ecstasy as he fucked you.

You were an absolute vision beneath him and he wanted to give you everything he had. He thrust harder into you, spurred on by your fingernails down his back as you clutched at him.

“See?” you gasped. “You still fit perfectly, Spence. Fit so good, so - fuck! So perfect. So full. You fill me up so good.”

“It’s you,” he panted. “You’re so perfect. Perfect around my cock. Take me so good.” Each stroke coming faster, deeper. Your face flushed and mouth falling open in delight as he used one hand to finger your clit, circling with just the right pressure over where you were so sensitive. You were coming undone beneath his fingers and it was everything. “Make me feel so good, always. I love you. I love you. I love you.”

You caressed his cheek, eyes wide and watery. “Love you so much, Spence. Love you so big , so big I don’t have words for it.”

But you didn’t need words as he bowed his head to kiss you, as he pushed you open over and over. And he wasn’t thinking about his tummy or his thighs, wasn’t worrying about the way all his edges were turning into curves. There was just you and this sofa and your soft cries of pleasure beneath him, filling his head with nothing but you as he filled you up, reaching his release as you came over the edge with him.

Utterly spent he collapsed against you, head buried in the crook of your neck as he tried to catch his breath, his softening cock still buried deep The moment he came to his senses, he started to panic, worrying he might be too heavy for you - but you just wrapped your arms around him and held him closer.

“Feels so good having you on top of me,” you sighed. “You make me feel so safe, Spence. So safe with you.”

“It’s not too much?” he asked cautiously.

“Not at all. It’s just right. Just what I need.”

Spencer let himself relax back into you, melting into your arms. “Good. Good.”

You held him tight, pressing lazy kisses to his cheek and shoulder, savoring how the weight of him made your whole body relax. Every inch of his sweat-slick skin soft and warm. The two of you lay there in a dizzy heat, an uneven tempo of inhales and exhales until finally you said, “Believe me now?”

He chuckled against your neck with a smile you could feel. “I do. Thank you. For making me feel better.”

“Thank you ,” you replied. “That was one of the best orgasms I’ve had in a while." And it had been a while, he thought. The last year had made it rather difficult to maintain a sex life what with his mother needing him and then his incarceration. There had been a long, frenzied reunion the first night he was truly free - after Scratch was dead and Cat Adams couldn't hurt him anymore and you were both so desperate for the intimacy you'd been denied for months. But then after Walker's funeral the fear had sunk in and the flashbacks started. He had to focus more on just keeping his head above water, on getting reinstated. There were quick, frantic fucks when you begged or when he needed a physical release from everything overwhelming him, but it had been too long since you'd had anything like this. He swore to himself that he'd start to make it up to you.

You smoothed your hands over his tangled, messy hair. "You turn me on so much, Spencer. I’m so into you, into all of you. And that’s never gonna change, ‘kay?”

“Okay.” He kissed your nose. “Just for the record, I’m just as into you, you know,” he adding, settling back against your chest to lose himself in the sound of your heartbeat. "I love you just as big."

Just as you were drifting into a comfortable silence, he said, “Hey, do you think we could still order pizza?”

It was your turn to laugh. “Yes, yes we can. Work up an appetite there?”

“Mmm. Ravenous. So hungry I might need dessert after.”

You raised your eyebrows. “Something special in mind?”

“Extra special,” he promised, turning to capture your lips between his once more.

[brywrites]

Lock and Key Masterlist

Summary: Milburn Correctional Facility is a tough place to find hope in. But when Spencer Reid stumbles upon a GED class, led by a teacher with kind words and a smile that breaks through the dark, he thinks it might not be so hopeless after all. Spencer Reid x Reader. Set in Season 12. Prison!Reid

Content Warnings for discussion of prison/incarceration, correctional conditions, abuse, etc. Note that this story will feature a lot of real-life prison things. Reid and other characters may at times speak in a derogatory or judgmental manner regarding incarcerated folks, but those statements do not reflect my personal views (xoxo, your friendly neighborhood abolitionist fanfic writer).

STORY

Part I: In which Spencer Reid stumbles upon a GED class at Milburn and feels something like hope for the first time in weeks.

Part II: In which the Reader tries not to lecture Spencer before the lecture, and Spencer gets a nickname.

Part III: In which Spencer gets a visitor and the Reader’s kindness is repaid with a surprise connection.

Part IV: In which Spencer finds sugar bittersweet, and the Reader finds the same sentiment in her work when a student is hurt. 

Part V: In which nothing is beautiful and everything hurts.

Part VI: In which Reid and the Reader both find themselves at the center of problems they just can’t fix… and the stakes are higher than ever.

Part VII: In which Reid finds himself in solitary confinement, and the Reader is simply trying to find him.

Part VIII: In which being free is harder than Reid expected and the Reader has an unexpected reunion.

Part IX: In which Reid realizes he might not be the only one falling, and the Reader has an important question to answer.

Part X: ✨✨ In which some statements are only true for so long, and Reid and the Reader get closer and… closer.

Part XI: In which Reid and the Reader finally say what needs to be said, and the Reader finds she has something in common with the BAU. aka, The End.

Epilogue: In which Spencer invites the Reader to make a move and the Reader starts a new chapter.

TIMELINE

“Alpha Male” / Part I

“Assistance is Futile”/ Part II

Part III

“In the Dark”

Part IV

“Hell’s Kitchen”

Part V

“True North”

“Unforgettable”

Part VI

“Green Light” / Part VII

“Red Light”

Part VIII

Part IX

Part X

CHARACTER REFERENCE

Y/N: The Reader, who teaches GED and college level courses at Millburn Correctional Facility. Spencer is the TA for one of her GED courses.

Marina: Y/N’s roommate, a confident defense attorney with a heart of gold.

Warden Everton: The warden of Millburn Correctional Facility.

Luis “Slim Jim” Delgado: Spencer’s closest friend at Millburn, takes Y/N’s GED class.

Xavier “Hammerhead”: One of Spencer’s classmates, he has two young kids and picks out stories to read to them when they come to visit Millburn.

Richie “Spiders”: One of Spencer’s classmates.

Carl “Porkchop”: One of Spencer’s classmates, known for his jokes and lack of filter.

Malcolm: One of Spencer’s classmates, he wants to go to culinary school after his release.

Tim: One of Spencer’s classmates, he’s a jailhouse lawyer for other prisoners.

[the-fiction-witch]

Mad

TV SHOW SEX EDUCATION COUPLE OTIS X READER RATING SMUT

"So what exactly happened?"' Eric asked as we pushed our bikes to the racks 

"I just…. I don't want to talk about it Eric" I told him chaining my bike 

"OTIS!" I heard her voice tell 

"Ohh no eric. You haven't seen me. Or heard from me. If she asks… I've moved to antarctica" I told him before bolting behind the bush

"Where's otis?"

"Uuuuhhhhh… antarctica." He nodded

"What are you talking about?" She asks 

"He uhh just ummmm up and moved to antarctica. His uhh mum got a job up there" 

"Eric where is he?"

"I uhhh I just said in-"

"Fine. Ola honey?" She asks as ola was just walking past "where's otis?"

"Hiding behind that bush" 

"God damn it ola!" I complained

"What? She asked. I said" she shrugs heading in with lily 

And y/n stood there in her uniform with her batwing batpack arms crossed looking very very unhappy with me. 

"Hello darling" I smiled

"Don't. You fucking. Dare. Millburn."

"Yes dear" I nodded 

"The wall. Now" 

"Y/n please I'm sorry-"

"Now" she ordered grabbing my arm and forcing me along with her

"Please y/n, I said I'm sorry. I've said sorry a million times for what I did. I don't know what I was thinking I should have asked first." I complained as she dragged me to the wall we usually went to around the back of school close to the wall of cock we used to go to the bathrooms but since they got demolished we had to find a new place so this was our answer a little hidden corner behind the school covered by trees she slammed me against the wall and I made preparations to get yelled at "please y/n please don't be mad at me anymore darling I said I'm sorry I meant it please don't be upset with me" I begged her kinds scared she was gonna break up with me or something but she grabbed my tie pulling me go kiss her I happily did so kissing those perfect lips pulling her tightly to me stroking across her beautiful body till she pulled back

"I'm not mad at you otis"

"Are you sure. Because…. Your sending some mixed signals"

"I'm not mad"

"Your sure your not mad at me for… what I did?"

"No." She smirked stroking my shirt "I want you to do it again. Now" she ordered

"Yeah?"

"Yeah" she smirked pressing kisses all over me 

"Uuummm… okay my little babydoll." I smirked grabbing her butt thought her skirt slightly going under as we kissed but I pulled back as I felt that lace "fuck your actually wearing it for me?"

She nodded innocently nuzzling closer 

"Uuuuhh fuck you have a condom right?"

"In my pocket"

"Good. Give it here I'm not sure how long I'll last seeing my pretty babydoll in that…. Ummmm just thinking about it I'm so fucking hard" I groaned as she hanged me the condom so I started getting sorted "you actually wore it for me? I thought I'd really offended you? Or you where really mad at me about it?"

"I was a little mad but… if it's what you like me in otis. Then I'll wear it for my master"

"Ohh fuck don't call me that or I really will cum" I told her by now I was sorted and we got close making sure to be secretive and I quickly pushed inside just thinking she was wearing it under her school uniform made me so hard it wasn't long before I had her against the wall going as fast as I could kissing to stop us both moaning too loudly "are you gonna keep it on all day?"

"All day"

"An uhhh and can I see it after school?"

"We'll head to yours after"

"Perfect my sweet little babydoll." I groaned pulling her back to kiss me getting faster and faster feeling how wet she got for me she hit her peak biting on my neck as she did letting me hit my own too groaning and moaning as quietly as I could groping her ass, her boobs anything she'd let me as I calmed down I pulled out and tries to get my breath back tieing the condom up as she got sorted with her skirt 

"I'll see you later otis." She smiled giving me a kiss before she began walking to her class "if you can wait that long" she smirked lifting her skirt flashing me the bottom of that little crotchless lace bodysuit that I had found online and maybe have bought and suggested that she wear for me I almost came again just seeing an inch of it. I quickly did my pants up and ran after her hugging her tightly 

"No. I can't wait that long" I smirked kissing her deeply "I know an empty classroom first period" I smirked holding her hand and dragging her to the classroom with me...