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Overheard at the BAU

Derek, renovating JJ's and Emily's home

Derek: "...How is literally everything here done wrong?"

JJ: "Emily said that she knew what she was doing."

Derek: "She lied"

Emily, pouting: "I watched like four youtube tutorials. Are you telling me it isn' perfect?"

Derek: "I'm telling you that you're lucky the house didn't burn down."

overheard at the BAU

Henry: ...Are you my mom's girlfriend?"

Emily: "What?"

Henry: "Are you?"

Emily: "...your parents are still married"

Henry: "...do my parents know that???"

Overheard at the BAU

Emily, smiling at her phone

Tara: "are you dating someone?"

Emily, distracted: "yeah"

Tara: "What's his name?"

Emily: "His? ...uhm... Datlef?"

Tara: "...how the fuck were you a spy?"

Tara turns to face JJ: "That's who you're choosing? Seriously?"

Overheard at the BAU

Henry, running towards Emily: "DADDY!"

Penelope, overhearing: "Wait, what?"

Henry: "Mommy keeps calling her that..."

Penelope, smirking towards a blushing JJ: "Does she now?"

Overheard at the Bau

Spencer: scrolling through tiktok

Emily: "If you don't stop scrolling every three seconds-"

Derek: "We will-"

JJ: "murder you!"

Spencer: continues scrolling

Garcia: blocks his phone for 3 weeks

Overheard at the BAU

Spencer: "I have rejection sensitivity disorder"

Hotch: "No you don't"

Spencer:

overheard at the BAU

Derek: "college was great"

JJ: "I agree, such a fun time"

Spencer: "well, I was 13... so..."

Emily: "Don't look at me. I probably broke enough laws to be arrested 20 years later"

Overheard at the BAU

JJ: "so... Do you like me as more than a friend?"

Emily: "I literally proposed to you yesterday-"

Overheard at the BAU

Henry: "You know dad, a lot of guys get left by their wifes-"

Will: "What are you talking about?"

Henry: "...are you seriously the only one who doesn't know?"

crazy how if i lick an alive person it's sexual and if i lick a dead person it's cannibalism. really makes you think

overheard at the bau

Derek: "I'm panicking"

Emily: "Stop panicking"

Derek: "You know what? I'm gonna panick even harder"

I’m weak!!! Let’s talk about Spencer Reid’s hidden personality

Chess Games And Forehead Kisses - Spencer Reid x reader

298 words

Rating - P/G

Warnings - None that I can think of please let me know if this is incorrect.

Contains - fluff

Pre-established relationship

The day had been a long one. But they all were you guess. Chasing down killers and criminals almost everyday of every week, risking your life and those of the teams for the sake of making the world a better place.

       We were piled on the jet, flying over Kentucky back to Virginia, after grueling days of work,  the rest of the team lay spread out over the small space. Though you and Reid sit across from one another, chess board in between you. And every move that was made brought you closer to sleep as you knew there would be no winning this game.  Your eyes drift closed and your head slouches forward, stopping its downward drift only when Spencer nudges your hand softly speaking your name as to not wake the other agents asleep on the plane.

        "Y/N," you meet his eyes with your own bleary gaze, "You know you didn't have to play with me if you weren't feeling up to it." He rises from his seat and moves to the bench styled one you rest on.

        "No I wanted to play play, sorry we didn't finish the game, it's been a long day." Spencer nods in agreement. "We can finish it tomorrow if you'd like?" Once again he nods and pulls you into his side in a halfway sort of hug.

       "I'd like that very much, but until then you should get some rest there's still a couple hours till we land." You nod while leaning into the lanky young man beside you, eyes drifting closed and breathed slowing to a relaxed, calming pace. As you shift into sleep you felt a light kiss being pressed to your forehead and hear the soft whisper of Dr. Spencer Reid wishing you to sleep well.

Yeah , like same.

i love the criminal minds fandom, none of us is mentally stable but we're really nice people

𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥

♖ Spencer Reid x f!reader

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

— content warnings: semi-angst, mention of murder

— word count: 630

The crisp autumn air hung heavy over Quantico as Spencer Reid stood outside the familiar gates of the BAU headquarters. It had been months since he had left, seeking solace in books after a particularly harrowing case. Yet, the past always had a way of catching up, especially when it involved someone he once trusted with his life.

The call from his former boss, Emily Prentiss, had been unexpected yet urgent. Reid hesitated briefly before stepping through the doors, his mind racing with questions about the case and the person at its center: you, his former partner.

Inside, the bullpen buzzed with activity, but the tension was palpable. All eyes turned to Reid as he made his way to Prentiss' office. She greeted him with a mix of relief and apprehension, knowing how delicate the situation was.

"Spencer," she began, her voice low. "I know you've moved on, but we need your help. Y/N... she's involved in something terrible."

Reid's heart sank. You had been his confidant, his equal in profiling, and once, his closest friend. you guys had shared late nights poring over case files and stolen glances that spoke volumes. But now, you'd been wanted for the murder of three of their colleagues.

"I can't believe it," Reid murmured, his mind already racing through possibilities. "What do we know?"

Prentiss slid a file across her desk, photos and evidence neatly arranged. "The evidence points to her, Spencer. But we need your insight. There's more to this than meets the eye."

Reid flipped through the file, his analytical mind piecing together the puzzle. Memories of you flashed before him — your laughter, your dedication to justice, and the way you had pushed each other to be better profilers. Could you really have turned?

Days turned into nights as Reid poured over the details, his dedication to the case unwavering. Every clue, every profile pointed back to her, yet something nagged at him, a feeling he couldn't shake. The pieces didn't fit neatly, and Reid knew there was more at play than the surface suggested.

Then, a breakthrough came in the dead of night. Reid rushed to Prentiss' office, excitement and trepidation mingling in his voice. "I think I know where she'll strike next," he said, laying out his theory with the precision only he could muster.

Together, they set a trap, hoping against hope that you would show your hand. The hours ticked by, tension thick in the air until finally, you appeared. Y/N stood in the doorway, eyes meeting Reid's with a mix of sorrow and defiance.

"I didn't do it, Spencer," your voice whispered, voice cracking. "You have to believe me."

Reid hesitated, torn between his training and his heart. He saw the desperation in her eyes, the plea for understanding. Slowly, he nodded, trusting the instincts that had never steered him wrong.

As the truth unraveled, they uncovered a conspiracy that went deeper than anyone had imagined. You had been framed by someone within the bureau, a betrayal that shook Spencer to his core. In the aftermath, as your name was cleared of all charges, he found himself standing at your side once more. The weight of the shared ordeal hung between you both, but so did an unspoken hope for the future.

"I never stopped believing in you," Spencer admitted quietly, his gaze steady on yours.

You smiled softly, a flicker of something more in shown in your eyes. "Thank you for coming back, Spencer. For trusting me."

And in that moment, as the shadows of doubt gave way to the light of truth, Reid knew that some bonds couldn't be broken. Love, loyalty, and the pursuit of justice had brought you both full circle, stronger together than you had ever been apart.

copyright 2021 heizenka, all rights reserved. I do not allow my creations to be published of translated anywhere else so please do not repost.

𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞

♖ Spencer Reid x f!reader

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

— content warnings: usual criminal minds violence, murder, death

— word count: 1.5k

inspired by: loml by Taylor Swift

The BAU team had seen their fair share of gruesome crime scenes, but this one was particularly chilling. Y/N had been abducted three days ago, and now they found her body dumped in a remote warehouse on the outskirts of Quantico. Spencer Reid's heart sank as he approached the scene, his mind racing with a mix of dread and desperate hope.

Derek Morgan, his closest friend and confidant on the team, gripped Spencer's arm firmly as they neared the body. "Reid, stay focused," Derek murmured, his voice tinged with concern. "You can't go rushing in there. We have to assess the situation first."

Spencer nodded mechanically, his eyes fixed on Y/N's lifeless form lying amidst the cold concrete floor. Her face was pale, eyes closed as if in peaceful sleep, but the evidence of violence was stark—bruises on her wrists, a single gunshot wound to the chest. The scene was a tableau of horror, the silence broken only by the distant hum of police radios and the muffled voices of forensic technicians.

Hotch approached them with a grim expression. "We need to process the scene carefully," he stated, his tone clipped and professional. "Garcia is running the last known communications and surveillance footage. We might still catch a break."

Spencer nodded again, his mind racing with a flurry of thoughts and calculations. He was known for his intellect, his ability to piece together intricate patterns and profiles, but now all he could think about was Y/N—her smile, her laughter, the warmth of her presence that had become a constant anchor in his turbulent life.

Emily Prentiss, usually composed and stoic, placed a hand on Spencer's shoulder, her voice wavering soft with sympathy. "We're going to find who did this, Reid," she assured him, her own eyes betraying the weight of their collective grief. "And we'll make sure they pay for what they've done."

But Spencer was barely listening. His attention was fixed on Y/N, kneeling beside her as if in a trance. He reached out hesitantly, brushing a lock of hair away from her face. "No," he whispered, his voice cracking with emotion. "No, no, no. We can save her! We can save her! I can save her, please!"

Tears streamed down Spencer's face as he clutched Y/N's cold hand, his fingers trembling against her lifeless skin. The reality of her death crashed over him like a tidal wave, overwhelming and suffocating. He was supposed to be the one who solved puzzles, who found answers where others saw only chaos. But now, faced with the ultimate mystery—the senseless loss of someone he loved—he felt utterly helpless.

Derek knelt beside Spencer, pulling him gently away from Y/N's body. "Spence, she's gone," he said quietly, his voice filled with sorrow. "There's nothing more we can do here."

"No!" Spencer protested, his voice rising in desperation. "There has to be something! I can figure this out, I can find who did this!"

Hotch approached them, his expression grave. "Reid, we need you to focus," he said firmly. "We have a case to solve, and we need your mind clear."

But Spencer couldn't tear his gaze away from Y/N. Her face haunted him—her smile, the way her eyes lit up when she talked about a new book she was reading, the warmth of her touch. They had shared late-night conversations, quiet moments of understanding in the chaos of their work. She had become his anchor, his reason for hope amidst the darkness they faced every day.

As the hours passed and the investigation progressed, Spencer retreated into himself. He answered questions mechanically, analyzed evidence with detached precision, but his mind kept returning to Y/N. The images of her lifeless body flashed before him, tormenting him with their finality.

That night, back at the BAU headquarters, Spencer found himself standing alone in Y/N's empty office. Her desk was cluttered with books and case files, a half-finished cup of coffee still sitting beside her computer. The room felt achingly silent, a stark reminder of her absence.

Derek found Spencer there, staring blankly at Y/N's desk. He approached cautiously, knowing that words alone couldn't ease his friend's grief. "Reid," Derek began gently, "I know this is hard. But blaming yourself won't bring her back."

Spencer turned to him, his eyes hollow with pain. "I should have been faster," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "I should have figured it out sooner. Maybe... maybe she'd still be alive."

Derek shook his head, his own eyes filled with sorrow. "Spence, you did everything you could," he insisted, his voice firm yet compassionate. "No one blames you for this. We're a team, and we're going to find justice for her."

Spencer nodded silently, his throat tight with unshed tears. He knew Derek was right—that guilt was a burden he couldn't afford to carry. But the ache in his heart remained, a constant reminder of the life they had lost, of the future they would never share.

In the days that followed, the BAU worked tirelessly to track down Y/N's killer. Garcia sifted through mountains of data, and Emily coordinated with local law enforcement to canvas the area. But for Spencer, the investigation was more than just a case—it was a quest for closure, a way to honor Y/N's memory and the love they had shared.

As they pieced together the evidence, a pattern began to emerge. The unsub—a disturbed Jack Mconnell,  with a history of violence and obsession—had fixated on Y/N, seeing her as a symbol of everything he desired but could never possess. His delusions had driven him to commit unspeakable acts, until ultimately ending Y/N's life in a desperate bid to fulfill his twisted fantasies.

When the team finally identified the unsub and cornered him in a remote cabin, Spencer was among those who stormed in, his gun drawn and his heart pounding with a mix of rage and sorrow. The confrontation was brief but intense, ending with a single gunshot that brought Jack to justice. But for Spencer, the closure he sought remained elusive.

That night, standing alone on the balcony of his apartment, Spencer stared up at the stars. Their distant light seemed to mock him, reminding him of the vastness of the universe and the fragility of human life. He thought of Y/N—the way she had believed in him, the way she had made him feel seen and understood in ways he had never thought possible.

The tears finally came then, unchecked and unrestrained. He had always prided himself on his ability to analyze, to compartmentalize his emotions in the face of tragedy. But now, faced with the emptiness of Y/N's absence, he felt utterly and completely lost.

In the weeks and months that followed, Spencer struggled to find his footing. The BAU continued their work, chasing down new cases and unraveling the minds of criminals, but the team dynamics had shifted irreversibly. There was a void where Y/N had once been—a presence that had anchored them all, reminding them of the humanity they fought so hard to protect.

Garcia, ever perceptive and empathetic, made it her mission to check in on Spencer regularly. She brought him his favorite coffee, listened patiently as he rambled about obscure facts and theories, and offered quiet words of comfort when the weight of grief threatened to overwhelm him.

And Derek, unwavering in his support, stood by Spencer's side through it all. He didn't press for conversations or demand explanations. Instead, he simply remained present—a silent pillar of strength in Spencer's darkest moments.

One day, several months after Y/N's death, Spencer found himself standing at her grave. The sun was setting, casting a warm glow over the headstone engraved with her name. He placed a bouquet of flowers—a mix of lilies, her favorite—and knelt beside the grave, his fingers tracing the letters of her name.

"I miss you," Spencer whispered, his voice raw with emotion. "Every day, I miss you."

He stayed there until the last rays of sunlight faded from the sky, his heart heavy with the weight of his grief. But amidst the pain, there was a glimmer of something else—a determination to honor Y/N's memory, to carry her with him in everything he did.

And as he stood to leave, he made a silent vow to never forget—the love they had shared, the moments they had cherished, and the promise of a future that had been stolen away.

copyright 2021 heizenka, all rights reserved. I do not allow my creations to be published of translated anywhere else so please do not repost.

⛈✮M𝔬𝔱𝔥/V𝔢𝔫𝔲𝔰✮⛈

⟡20⟡🗡𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲/𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦🗡

𝕋𝕚𝕜𝕥𝕠𝕜/𝕎𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕡𝕒𝕕-@𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚋𝚎𝚍𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚜 

𝔸𝕠𝟛-@barbed_dreams

°˖✧𝚆𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚊𝚋𝚎 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛/𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚜𝚝. 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚊𝚠𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚆𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚙𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚖 𝚙𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔.  𝚆𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚕𝚞𝚟 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚜.✧˖°

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧𝘐 𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘔𝘪𝘵𝘴𝘬𝘪,𝘈𝘯𝘯𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘶, 𝘔𝘪𝘮𝘪 𝘉𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘴,𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦 𝘙𝘰𝘢𝘯,𝘡𝘈𝘕𝘋, 𝘊𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴. 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 '𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘩𝘺' 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘋𝘪𝘭𝘧𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘔𝘪𝘭𝘧𝘴. [𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘈𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘯 𝘏𝘰𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴]. 𝘐'𝘮 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘵 [𝘱𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦]. 𝘜𝘱𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸, 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴, 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘴 𝘰𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦.✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐖𝐢𝐩 𝐎𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞: 

-♟❀ᴄʀɪᴍɪɴᴀʟ ᴍɪɴᴅs❀♟

-☣︎⚚ʜᴏᴜsᴇ ᴍᴅ⚚ ☣︎

-⛧🕯ʟᴜᴄɪғᴇʀ🕯⛧

-🕸ⴵᴍᴀʀᴠᴇʟⴵ🕸

-  𝄞♪sʜᴇʀʟᴏᴄᴋ♪𝄞 

-👁๑ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɢɴᴜs ᴀʀᴄʜɪᴠᴇs๑👁

never forget what they took from you....

Garcia girl mathing at the beginning of Season 5 episode 21 “exit wound” is soo funny to me

Girl mathing before girl math became a thing