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r0semultiverse · 2 months

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Mr. 6 made you do a good show to be released?? 👀 um....

This is already giving serious eye vibes.

A whole show dedicated to public humiliation?

The Mr. Bonzo suit started moving??? 👀 Serious stranger vibes. 🤡

"It actually became a sort of ritual"

I've seen people being like "don't cross tag" but buddy... the writing cross tags itself here I mean c'mon! 😂 Something something ritual of the stranger- okay, I'll keep listening!

Hey, what's with the music?? Hey, who is Terrance Menki???👀

"The police said there were eleven bodies in total and his wardrobe was full of all sorts of homemade costumes." BRO IS ACTUALLY MAGNUSPOD WILLIAM AFTON-

"It certainly had a profound effect on the Mr. Bonzo brand." Oh I'm sure it did, holy fucking shit. 👀

Oh, me using this image is rather ironic now.

"In a lot of ways I’m more his prisoner now than I ever was on my show." WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT? 👀

"The witness statements from three murders over the last five years that claim a person in a Mr. Bonzo costume was at the scene? Do you think there could be a copycat?" Has the fear of clowns manifested as an actual clown-guything?

"Don’t contact us again." "Us?" "Why am I still trapped dealing with all this this- Why won’t he let me go?! Why-" So Mr. Bonzo is absolutely a clown cryptid of sorts with some sort of hold over Nigel.

Oh no, Gwen's about to fuck around & find out, isn't she? 👀

Hey, is Colin still himself & is he supposed to be back?

Hmm, okay, I guess that's him (hopefully).

"Maybe don’t tell them I’ve been on their terminals. They’ll only get the wrong idea." "If Lena asks, I wasn’t here." Seems like everyone's got their own little secret investigations going on, fun! This can only go well! 🙃

One of the episodes absolutely no one shows up to work except Lena is there & is like "where the fuck did everyone go?"

"Time to get some new hires again I guess."

Let's go!! Ruin exploration gang!!

"Like, it’s Saturday night and I’m choosing to hang out in a hole with you. A wet hole. And not the good kind either."

Alice with the absolute best quotes. lmao

That sounds like something with giant wings like a bat or some sort of cloth flapping in the wind. Let's hope it's the latter!

Oh a rusty old filing cabinet! Wait tetanus- 😭

"That carved floor in the big atrium – I don’t know what’s going on with that." Ah so we're just gonna breeze past that then. 😶

These are probably the remnants of old avatar creation test areas like mentioned in the Gerry & Gertrude episode. I'm just assuming here.

A key? Big find! Let's go!

AS I WAS SAYING-

Gwen, it was nice knowing you. 🫡

"Now get out of his house."

Archivist! 👁👄👁

"symbols of ancient otherworldly power"

Wait could this be a timeline where this universe's Jane Prentiss actually did manage to invade the building & succeed? I'm thinking out loud.

21:10 that sounds like critters, insects specifically 👀

"I have memories of weird stuff I saw here, but no context. I want to know what was happening, why they chose us… why they didn’t choose me. Maybe find the bit where everything started to go wrong." I am so captivated & intrigued please recount said memories to us- I mean Alice so we can learn more. Please. 👀

EXCUSE ME, WHO THE FUCK WAS THAT?!? WHO IS "[ERROR]?"

WHY DO THEY SOUND DISTORTED AS FUCK?? ARE THEY FROM THE PRIME TIMELINE OR IS THIS A NEW THING?

ARE WE GAZING OUR EYES UPON A WRETCHED THING FROM THE MAGNUS ARCHIVES?!

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Is Lucia Wright an avatar of The Flesh now (in this universe or from the original timeline somehow)? Because it sure fucking sounds like it! 👀 Well, at least that key was put to good use! 😂

Also, supposedly Mr. Bonzo is a reference to Mr. Blobby.

Gwen, I'd be quaking in my boots too. That thing is terrifying!

Late observation but this universe & story seems to focus a lot on the cryptids & I like the direction it's going in! Loving this plot of cryptid hunters, childhood avatar experiments, a strange institute where our main character has past trauma, & just all of it is so good! 💜

Amazing episode, 10/10, I was at the edge of my seat the entire time! 💜 That Bonzo scene & the sound design were absolutely horrifying, thank you! The ending too! 🔥

#nigel dickerson if you need help from mr. bonzo or mr. six please blink twice omg #what if bonzo & six are actually the same creature or entity of sorts?#someone keep an eye on Colin; I'm worried about him #that carved floor in the big atrium is gonna come back into importance I just know it #so Lena uses mr. bonzo as a hitman crytpid of sorts... & now Gwen is exposed to the occult #this episode is a lot... holy crap #these episode do not miss; oh my gods; hit after hit; every time!#worm tracks made me think of jane prentiss; I just made the connection #did lucia wright become an avatar of the flesh & invade this world or is she a left over experiment of the magnus institute #I can only hope Gwen Bouchard will tell the others about wtf she saw (likely against Lena's wishes)#tmagp liveblog #mine #op #tmagp 10 #tmagp #tmagp spoilers #tma spoilers #tma #the magnus protocol #the magnus archives

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i-write-sometimes-maybe · 11 months

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Come Back To Me- Emily Prentiss X FemReader!

Synopsis: Emily comes back from the dead, and your world just flipped upside down again. Or right side up?

Warnings: mentions of death and depression, angst but I make it better. lmk if I missed any.

Word Count: 3.7k

A/n: I decided to post my other OneShots here and hopefully open the floodgates to more requests, hope you enjoy! All likes, comments, and reblogs welcomed!

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It was approaching another month. Another month that you desperately wished didn't arrive. One more month since your other half was taken, no ripped, from you.

Emily was your everything, the only light to be found amongst your plethora of darkness. Single-handedly, she swooped in and saved you, saving you from things that you didn't even know you needed to be saved from.

Alas, after every broken sob that came from you behind closed doors, you began to hide your heartbreak from the team. It was proven difficult, not just because they're a group of profilers but also because they're your family. The closest thing you have to one. Though, you started to become better at hiding your pain. Pushing through your heartache for the sake of your job and the others.

Even though you and Emily were together, you felt as if you had no right to mourn her more than the others. Thinking it'd be selfish of you to make the others see and deal with your pain on top of theirs. No, you'd bury it deep within you like you did everything else.

After all, the one person you could open up to was gone.

The days never got easier, but you didn't let on to it. You had finally gotten used to the fact that she was gone just enough for you to not break down at the mere thought of Emily, only while in front of anyone else of course.

The thought of another month arriving took hold of your thoughts, leaving a shell of you sitting at your desk in the bullpen.

You could hear the light conversations and shuffling of paperwork from your coworkers around you. Aside from Spencer, he was overanalyzing your daydreaming, a habit of his you've learned to ignore.

Suddenly, Hotch and JJ pulled the team into the round table room.

Confusion overtook everyone as there was no mention of a new case to be solved. A stoic Hotch stood in front of the tv with a worried-looking JJ standing beside him.

With one look, you knew that something was wrong and they were afraid of something. You were a profiler after all. But what they were afraid of, you had no idea. And that terrified you more.

You kept looking between the blonde and the brunette standing just off to the left of you, stealing a glance around the room to see everyone else as equally confused.

Derek was the first one to break the uncomfortable silence, "What's going on? Everything alright?"

Hotch lowered his head just slightly as he spoke next, "Seven months ago, I made a decision that affected this team. As you all know, Emily lost a lot of blood after her fight with Doyle. But the doctors were able to stabilize-"

Your stomach instantly churned and dropped, leaving you feeling as if you were to be sick. You heard the words Hotch was saying, but you couldn't process them.

A ringing began in your ears as you began to realize exactly what he was saying. Tears instantly violated your eyes, coming to the surface with the threat of falling.

You couldn't look away from Hotch, "No." A pathetic attempt of a whisper left your lips. Or at least you thought it did.

This can't be happening.

"She's alive?" Garcia spoke with disbelief.

"No." You whispered once more, a single tear escaping.

Spencer almost didn't want to believe it, "But, we buried her?"

"No." You spoke a little louder, you weren't sure what emotion you were feeling at this moment.

A movement at the doorway, the one you walked through just moments ago, grabbed everyone's attention. Looking up, you saw something, someone, you thought you'd never see again. If it weren't for the others around you, you would've sworn you were dreaming.

"No. No!" You stand from the table, the emotions and pain becoming too difficult to bare.

"Y/n-" Emily tried talking to you, to get you to hear her.

But you need to leave, you don't want to risk the team seeing you break down again. You disliked them witnessing the first time it occurred, the moment JJ and Hotch came around the corner in the hospital to tell everyone that 'she never made it off the table'. You always, and still do, thought that there were dozens of other ways she could've worded it, and she chose that.

"NO." You all but shouted.

You go to exit through the other door in the round room but Hotch attempted to stop you by standing in front of you, "No! Y-You, stay away from me!" You say as you push past him.

He lied to you. He lied to you about the most important person in your life. And that's enough for you to want to leave this place and never return.

You rushed down the stairs, quickly coming up to your desk. You opened the bottom drawer and swapped your gun and badge for your bag. You can feel the team watching you from the windows, but that's not enough to stop you, not even close.

You hear rushed movements, unsurprised that someone came after you. What you weren't expecting was the person that was behind you. Emily came up to you. Normally under any other circumstance, she would've been plenty to stop you in your trail, but not now.

And what did surprise you, was that she was standing in front of you. In the flesh. The Emily Prentiss that you buried just months ago, standing in front of you.

The tears are completely streaming down your face, "Y/n, please wait," Emily tried.

This was already too much to bare, but hearing her voice so close to you, that's an entirely new type of difficulty, "No! You should've known that I can't handle this," Your eyes scanned her in disbelief. "You, you- UGH!" You were frustrated with everything.

Frustrated with yourself due to being unable to express your thoughts in feelings in quite literally any way. Frustrated with Hotch and JJ for lying to you, frustrated with Emily for leaving you, frustrated with the team for you don't even know why at this point.

You just had misplaced emotions everywhere at this moment.

You tried walking away from her.

She came forward and tried to touch you, "Y/n please-"

Fear, maybe longing, flashed in your eyes as you flinched away from her touch, after all, you are looking at a ghost, "I said no. Just- you- no. No."

You pulled yourself away from her and walked out of the BAU, leaving not only Emily confused with your reaction but everyone else too.

~Time Skip~

Your phone buzzed on the coffee table, with you laying on the couch just watching as it moves ever so slightly with each buzz.

You had quickly become annoyed with the sound of your ringer, so you shut it off. You wanted to shut your phone off completely but you knew that was a bad idea for many different reasons. You knew the team would panic, panic being an understatement, if they couldn't even get one ring on your phone. That and you knew Garcia was tracking your phone just so they knew where you were.

Instead, you opted to watch it buzz. Leaving the texts unchecked and the calls unanswered.

You may have been a little dramatic but you couldn't find it in yourself to care.

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Emily was standing, well pacing, in Hotch's office as he sat at his desk, "I just don't know what to do. She won't answer my calls or texts,"

"She's not answering any of ours either." He didn't want to let on that he was worried, this being entirely out of character for you.

"Hotch, it's been a week. She hasn't come to work." Concern practically dripped from Emily's voice.

He briefly pinched the bridge of his nose, "I know. I didn't think she would react like this."

"I didn't either, did I mess up by not telling her?"

"No. We did what we had to. Not only for the importance of the case, but it kept her safe too."

He tried to reason with the thoughts raging through the brunette's mind, ultimately failing.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm going to head over to her place and try to talk to her."

Of course, he felt that maybe Emily going wasn't the best idea. Maybe Rossi or Reid could go. But he knew that she wouldn't listen regardless of what he said anyways.

"Okay, keep us posted."

She rushed out of his office with your apartment in mind, "Will do."

It took Emily all of twenty minutes to get out of the BAU and to the front door of your apartment.

Oddly, she hesitated for a mere second before knocking. A feeling of relief came to her when she heard your voice on the other side.

"Who is it?" Your voice was weak and hoarse, presumably from your exhaustion but also because you haven't actually talked in quite a few days.

"It's me, Emily."

You regretted your choice of calling out instead of looking into the peephole.

You jumped up from the couch, with more abruptness and energy than you've had in ages, instantly going to the door, "No one's home. Go away." You quietly paced back and forth behind it.

"Come on Y/n, you can't hide forever."

"Sure I can, maybe if I hide long enough everyone will think I died." You couldn't care less about the childish sentence that left your mouth.

"That's not fair, I did what I had to."

The door flies open, "Really?! That's the best you could come up with?! God, Emily!"

The moment her eyes landed on you, she took the opportunity to get a better look at you. She hasn't seen you in months, just like you hadn't seen her. But your flushed and tear-stained face isn't what she was expecting. Emily was expecting you to be tired, a bit different maybe. But not like this. The dark circles that claimed home under your eyes weren't budging, becoming a new part of you because you never were able to get actual sleep since she was gone.

You tried to slam the door shut but she stops it, you don't have enough energy to fight it. You sigh loudly and sharply but it doesn't phase Emily.

She glanced around your apartment, the usual tidiness and comfort nowhere to be found. In your defense, this didn't happen in a week, the clutter occurred from the sheer lack of energy and motivation to clean anything over the past several months.

"Y/n, you have to talk to me." Her hands are out front of her, bracing for something, though it's as if she's almost afraid of approaching you.

You cross your arms, "Oh? Now you're all for communication?"

"Look, I know you're mad-" Okay, maybe you weren't expressing your feelings entirely in the right way.

"Mad? Mad?! Emily, I'm not fucking mad, I'm fucking destroyed."

She has a questioning face but lets you further explain.

The tears you so desperately tried to hide returned faster than before, "Every damn day for months, I cried the hardest I've ever cried in my life. I cried so hard because I thought that the love of my life, the other half of my soul, was gone. YOU DIED," Your arms were flailing in attempts to hide your shaking form. "And- and then when I thought I finally found a way to not cry every damn hour, you just, walk right in? Like nothing happened?! What the fuck?!" You wiped the tears that you had felt during your rant.

"Y/n, I'm sorry. I truly am. I wanted to talk to you, to reach out, but I couldn't." The pain in her eyes beginning to match yours.

"The worst part of it all," You took a stuttering breath. "I didn't get to say goodbye. Every day, I had to walk by your portrait that was screwed into the wall, as if it was mocking me." More tears fell on your face.

Emily took a step forward towards you, and in turn, you took a step back.

"I want to believe this is real. That you are standing right in front of me. But I can't bring myself to. I can't savor this to just lose you all over again." A broken sob left your lips.

Despite your, very pathetic, attempt at keeping Emily from getting close to you, she moved your hands aside and pulled you into her.

Another sob escaped you when you realized she didn't vanish. Her scent and the feeling of her stroking your head made you realize, this is real, and she is here, with you.

At this realization though, your knees gave out, and you are no longer able to muster the energy to keep you upright. More broken cries and sobs came from you as Emily dropped to the floor with you, her hold never faltering.

Your fears of her vanishing again were clear in the way you held onto any part of her you could.

As your sobs and cries shifted into stuttering breaths, you began to feel the embarrassment roll over you. You knew you shouldn't be embarrassed for your emotions, especially for showing them in front of Emily. She was always the only one you never hid from. But you were feeling many different things at once, and you couldn't help it.

You pulled back from her and silently wiped your tear-stained face, you knew it wouldn't make a difference though.

It took you a second to remember the reason why Emily returned to begin with, "So, how's the case?"

Guilt took over you again, you made this about yourself, ignoring the much bigger picture that was happening. How could you do that? Leave in the middle of one of the biggest cases the BAU has had in some time.

Emily was clearly confused by your sudden shift, "No no, how are you?"

Sighing, you tried to get the topic off of you, "Emily, we can talk about that later. I've missed a lot of what's happened on the case."

"We haven't made much progress, well, we haven't made any progress. So, I'll ask again, how are you?"

"I'm okay."

"Wanna try that again, 'cause I'm right here." Not a thing changed, she still saw straight through you.

"Before I answer that, I have a question for you."

"Anything."

"If we had caught Doyle on our own, would you have come back? Would you have come back if you didn't have to?"

She paused for a second, "I'd like to think that I would've, yes."

Her political voice was clear as if she were speaking on trial, "Oh, stop the bullshit Emily, I'm not Strauss," She looked a little surprised. "You don't need to be posh when speaking with me. If the real answer was no you could've just said that."

She sighed before speaking, "I won't lie and say I didn't embrace the slight break of things at least a little bit, but it was just as much hell for me as it was for you," You waited for her to explain more because her tone told you she wasn't done. "You mourned the loss of one, I mourned the loss of six. Every day, I lived in fear that Doyle or one of his men would find me and finish what they started. Or worse, they'd find you. And that's why I couldn't tell you. There was a chance that if they found you, going on normally and living your life, they'd know I wasn't actually gone. And they would use you to get to me. And I wasn't going to risk that."

Your tears returned when you saw Emily fighting off her tears, trying to at least keep herself together. That was another way you two were alike.

"I understand why you did what you had to, I really do. A part of me just couldn't help but feel every possible thing." She searched your eyes for something, and she likely already found it.

"Your turn." You knew what she was talking about.

"No, I'm not," You looked at your hands in your lap. "It felt like a huge part of me died with you that day. A part of me that I was certain wouldn't come back. I became reckless on cases, anyone could tell you that, just hoping that if there was anything that could go wrong, it would happen to me. If anything was to happen to someone on the team, it would be me. I guess, I thought that if something did happen, it would bring me to you." You were terrified to meet Emily's gaze, you know the type of look she'd have and you couldn't bare to see it right now.

"Y/n, I-"

"Don't be sorry, please don't be sorry for me." You whispered, looking up to see her with the exact look you didn't want her to have.

"I'm not-"

"Emily, that's the face you make when you have to talk with a victim's family. I know that tone. I don't want you to treat me like one of them because I'm not, nowhere close."

Yes, you did lose the love of your life. Yes, you were utterly lost. And no matter what the hell you were currently feeling, you got her back. She was here and in your arms. And that is what sets you apart from any family of victims.

"I know that," She spoke as she just slightly nodded her head. "Believe me, I do. And I know I'm just a broken record but I'm so sorry. Y/n, I didn't want to go without saying anything to you but I didn't have a choice."

"I know, I was just being selfish. I just wanted you to come back to me, I wanted this to just be a nightmare and I'd wake up and see you sleeping next to me." Emily brought her hand up and caressed your cheek as you finished your sentence.

"Well, I'm back now. And I know we can't take back the time we lost but we can make up for it, we can continue where we left off or we can even start over if that's what you want."

Your eyes search hers, the same russet brown that you longed to see for ages, but you weren't looking for anything in particular, you just missed her. At this moment, seeing and holding her, you said to hell with it. You pulled her back to you and rejoined your lips, deciding that you were ready to be done with the past. After all, it was irrelevant now.

The world was drowned out with her lips on yours, nothing else was important and nothing could pull you from this moment. That is until your phone went off again. You pulled back from Emily with a groan, and a small chuckle came from her.

"You should probably answer that." She followed your eyes to your buzzing phone that was on the coffee table.

You sighed, "Yeah, I don't want Morgan breaking down my door if you guys decide to come for me."

You crawled a few feet's distance towards your phone, a smile coming to your face when you heard Emily's laugh at your comment.

You turned around, leaning against the coffee table as you answered the phone, "Hey, you."

Emily tried to make it seem like she wasn't listening to the call, but she wasn't trying too hard and you saw straight through it.

Garcia squealed as she heard your voice, "OH! Oh my god! Lovey, are you okay? I don't know what I was expecting but I'm glad you picked up! How are you doing?" You chuckled at her antics, her asking a million questions a second.

You looked up at Emily, "I'm okay, now."

"Oh! I'm so glad! As much as I'm glad you're having this reunion, there's been a breakthrough on the case." Just as Garcia asked you if you could come in, your eyes snapped to Emily.

The moment she saw your look, she knew that both of you were needed, of course, she heard what Garcia said but that's unimportant.

Before you made your leave for the office, you opted to shower and change out of your clothes. You may not have been dirty per se, but it was nice to refresh and rid yourself of the past few days.

The smile that came to your face when Emily rested her hand on your thigh during the drive back to the BAU was entirely involuntary, but it was welcomed. There was plenty you two could've been talking about during the drive, plenty to catch up on, but you both just decided to enjoy the silence the both of you shared and enjoy each other's presence.

All eyes were on you when you and Emily walked back into the bullpen, and instead of speaking you just flashed everyone a sheepish smile. You may have blatantly ignored both Hotch and JJ, not quite ready to face them and be the bigger person, and listened to Garcia as she announced the newfound information.

With everything coming together, the team set a plan in action. Of course, you didn't like that Emily was their main play, you just got her back.

Luckily, all went well, except for Doyle being killed but you counted that as a win. But you, Emily, Declan, and everyone else on the team were safe.

"Let's go home." You placed your hands on either side of her face in an attempt to ground her, you knew that what just happened was a lot for her.

She just nodded in acceptance and took your hand, following you back to the car. Everyone else on the team just watched as you both walked away, they would catch up with you both later, they knew that you both just needed each other right now and the paperwork could wait.

Yeah, the last seven months were hell, but that doesn't matter anymore. All that heartache, all the tears, they're irrelevant now that you have Emily in your arms again.

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#emily prentiss #criminal minds #paget brewster #she comes back from the dead #hurt/comfort #oneshot #sapphic #fanfic #season 8 emily #fem reader #emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss x female reader #emily prentiss x you #emily prentiss x y/n

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bigger-picture-darwinism · 7 months

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emily as lauren reynolds is SO FINE i could sob

#i desire her carnally #i love women #these episodes always make me cry #forget could sob #i AM sobbing #screaming crying throwing up #wanna fast forward to s12 so she comes back #emily prentiss #lauren reynolds #criminal minds

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rawr-jess · 6 months

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Paget really is so clueless about CM sometimes, it really makes me chuckle

#paget being paget #we love her #and the squirrels #criminal minds #criminal minds evolution #emily prentiss #elizabeth prentiss #aaron hotchner #cause why not #we love hotchniss #paget if you ever come to tumblr #pls talk to someone #bring thomas back #you could do it #i believe #jk #but o.o

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aaronwhorechner · 3 months

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i KNOW i've talked about this before but emily walking into the briefing room and immediately asking where hotch is, is the absolute funniest thing

she walks in, her hotch senses dont tingle and shes like ????????

why do you need to know prentiss?? why do you care????????? 😭😭😭😭😭

#not even 3 seconds into the room!!!!!#listen i really believe something was going to happen with them but then paget got fired and everything got fucked #and then tg got fired which was the whole reason paget even decided to come back #AND EVEN THEN they gave prentiss a hotch arc where she nearly died for him and his son- i cant..............erica messer im in your WALLS #cm rewatch #cm 5x19 #**

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the-sun-falls-like-a-guillotine · 6 months

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dreamt I was dating a girl who had amber wasp eggs crusted through her hair and down her back which had begun to hatch but she never seemed to notice that she was hiving with live wasps and she was so embarrassed when I pointed them out which I only did when they started laying eggs on me too..... The symbolism

#tagging this as #jane prentiss #dream #wlw #wasp girl I'm still thinking about you and your greasy wasp hair come back to me

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notasedgyasidliketobe · 6 months

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Still on my criminal minds rewatching bullshit and let me tell you the pronunciation of the word Zugzwang is absolutely killing me. If you’re gonna use a word 489 times per minute at least give the actors some sort of briefing. You’re telling me that boy genius Spencer Reid doesn’t know how to pronounce this chess term, LINGUISTICS PROFESSOR Alex Blake can’t say this simple german word?!?!? WHAT is that????

Emily Prentiss wouldn’t have let me down like this, i miss her

#criminal minds #it’s pain waiting for her to come back #emily prentiss #alex blake #spencer reid

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cherrilemon · 6 months

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Emily, playing a video game: How do I play?

*Emily has drawn first blood!*

*Emily is on a killing spree!*

*Emily is on a rampage!*

*Emily is unstoppable!*

*Emily is dominating!*

*Emily is godlike!*

Emily: Don’t worry guys, I figured it out.

#JJ: Babe come back to bed #criminal minds incorrect quotes #criminal minds #emily prentiss #just girlboss things

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ceramicbonez · 9 months

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“but maybe the next life”

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fandom-alley · 1 year

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You're So Gorgeous | Part 1 - Dating Apps

Summary: Penelope and Emily sign Spencer up for a dating app without him knowing. Spencer was not anticipating to meet someone he was interested in so fast. Category: Friendship, fluff Pairing: Spencer Reid/OFC also Spencer & Friends Warnings: Small amount of BAU case mention Word Count: 2.5K Part Two AO3

“Ugh.” Spencer threw his new cellphone onto his desk in frustration. “Why is this thing so complicated? What ever happened to a simple button? The whole thing is a screen.”

“What’s going on, boy wonder?” Penelope asked, having heard his cries of frustration while walking through the bullpen.

“I can’t figure out how to use this phone.” He replied, pointing to the offending device laying uselessly on a stack of case files.

“Is that the new iPhone?” She asked, eyeing up the sparkling silver phone. She made her way closer to his desk to pick it up and examine it. Flipping it back and forth in her hands as if it was a piece of rare history.

“Yes. The seller told me they no longer support the technology of my old one and I was forced to upgrade. But I can’t even figure out where all my contacts are.” He complained.

Spencer wasn’t one for big advancements in technology. Despite how fast computers were compared to twenty years ago, nothing was a match for how fast he could read through a physical book. Plus, the way the weight of a book felt in his hands, the way the pages slipped through his fingers, was unmatched. No computer could ever give him that feeling.

“What’s this about a new phone?” Emily said as she joined them at his desk.

“Boy wonder got the new iPhone but even with his IQ of 187 he can’t figure out how to use it.” Penelope quipped.

“Well, there’s no one better to teach you then Miss Penelope Garcia here.” Emily said with a clap to Penelope's shoulder.

“Exactly! You’ll need your contacts transferred over from your last SIM card, that’s why you can’t find them. And probably a few apps downloaded as well.” She glanced up at Spencer as she rambled and noticed the dread written on his face. “Tell you what, how about I take your phone for a while and do all that stuff for you, and when it’s lunch time I’ll show you how to use it.” She offered.

“Please and thank you. I’ll buy you lunch.” Spencer pleaded, giving her the puppy dog eyes.

“Consider it a date! See ya soon, my pretty.” She said, and with a flourish made her way back to her office with Emily hot on her heels.

Spencer didn’t even consider for one moment that the pair would do anything else with his phone besides set it up.

He went back to working on his case files, with the old reliable stack of papers. Scratching blue ink onto page after page as he wrote down the events that went unfolded on their last case. In no time he was finished up, then grabbed some off of Morgans desk, who’s stack of papers was starting to pile so high it was at risk of toppling over.

By the time lunch rolled around, Spencer was so hungry that he didn’t even question the mischievous looks on Penelope and Emily’s faces as the trio made their way into the popular cafe downtown for food. The smell of brewing coffee and fresh baked bread greeted them as they walked through the doors. Spencer took a deep inhale, never able to get over how delicious it smelt in there.

As promised, he ordered and paid for Penelopes lunch, and did the same for Emily as well. He figured she helped with the phone stuff since she had disappeared into Garcia’s office with her and wasn’t seen for the rest of the morning. And if she hadn’t, well, then Spencer was being nice and treating his good friend to a delicious meal.

The cafe was a popular choice with the BAU team. Not only for lunch, but for breakfast and coffees as well. They were open nearly 24/7, serving the freshest coffee all the time, so of course it was the number one pick for a quick place to go.

With the orders placed, Spencer joined the girls who had taken a seat at a window table. He sat beside Penelope, who wasted no time pulling out his new phone from her purse, sliding closer to him so they could both view the screen. Emily leaned over the table to try to get a better view, but eventually sat back in her seat and drank her coffee when she couldn’t quite see the screen.

“Alright, so this is where you find your contact list, and this is where you’ll go to quickly see previous messages. This is your email, so you can easily check it while out on a case.” explained Penelope. She had him tapping all the apps and widgets, getting him familiar with the navigation on his new device.

She was still coaching him through everything when their food was delivered to the table, so Spencer sat the phone down next to his plate so he could eat.

A ding came from the phone as he was chewing on his turkey sandwich, drawing his attention to the top of the screen that was flashing with a notification.

“Jessica thinks you’re cute.” He murmured, reading the message out loud. “Who the heck is Jessica?”

Spencer looked up to his friends, turning his head back and forth to look between them, waiting for one of them to reply. Emily made herself busy rearranging her burger, pretending they didn’t place the toppings on it correctly. And Penelope tried her best to keep staring out the window, trying to be engrossed it the people walking past. But it didn’t take her long to give in to Spencer’s stares.

“Okay fine. We signed you up for a dating app.” She blabbed.

“Penelope! I thought we would at least be able to finish our meals before you broke.” Emily complained.

“Why did you sign me up for a dating app?” Spencer scrunched up his eyebrows in confusion.

“Well, obviously to get you out dating.” Said Penelope. She tapped on the phone screen to open the app as she talked. “See, look. Here’s your handsome face as your profile picture, and this is a quick blurb about you to gather more interest, even though they probably don’t need it after seeing your stunning face.”

Spencer zeroed in on the red numbers at the top of his profile. “What do these numbers mean?” He asked her.

“Oh that! 99+ people are interested in you. For the sake of the basic app’s capacity, they don’t show numbers above 99 unless you pay the premium price. And this number, 75, is how many people you’ve already matched with.”

“What? Already? I’ve been on the app for three minutes.” He was shocked.

“Well, we might have taken the liberty to swipe yes on a number of eligible ladies before we came to lunch.” Penelope said sheepishly.

“How did you know I would even be interested in them?”

“We didn’t. But that’s kind of the point with dating apps. You just swipe yes on as many people as you feel like, wait until one of them matches with you, and then start a conversation and hope for the best.” Emily said with a shrug.

“This is ridiculous.” Spencer reached for the phone, shaking his head and wanting to exit out of the app.

“Just give it a try!” Emily grabbed the phone before he could get to it. She tapped around for a few seconds, just out of Spencers grasp as he tried to reach for it by leaning across the table. “Here, she looks nice. I said ‘hi’ for you.”

Emily slid the phone back to Spencer. Hesitantly, he picked it back up and looked at the screen. Her picture was, he had to admit, very beautiful.

It was a candid shot, possibly from a recent vacation, with a white sand beach and blue water behind her. She had long and luscious wavy hair, longer than he’d ever seen on a woman before. But then again, he was used to working with his BAU girls, who, apart from Penelope, usually kept their hair on the shorter shoulder length side for job convenience.

This girls smile was radiant. Whoever had taken the photo must have said something really entertaining to get her to smile so wide, crinkling the corners of her eyes. Spencer was entranced. He scanned the rest of her profile with a quick glance. She only had a few words in her description blurb.

Over achiever who loves to read and hike.

“How come she doesn’t have a last name?” Spencer asked when he realized at the top of her profile it just read, Avianna - 31.

“For privacy reasons they don’t let you, and leave it up to the people talking wether or not they want to disclose anything more personal.” Penelope explained.

As Spencer was eyeing up her picture again, the phone lit up with a new notification that led with her name.

“I think she replied to your message, Emily.” He said. He clicked on it, which brought him to their chat. He tilted his head a little to side in contemplation at the sight of her message, a little bit confused on how the dating app worked, since he was now looking at a skill testing math equation. “Do you normally have to answer a math equation to continue on with a conversation?”

Emily burst out laughing, almost spitting her coffee out onto the table. “Excuse me?” She asked between breaths.

Wordlessly, Spencer slid the phone over to Emily, who just started to laugh more.

“Let me see that.” Penelope grabbed the phone from the table and quickly read over the chat. “Oh, that’s hilarious. Spencer, you have to go for it.”

“I don’t understand.”

“She’s testing you. Or more likely every guy who messages her. Asking a question right off the bat will give her information on if the guy is worth the hassle on getting to know. Usually it’s something more along the line of ‘are you married?’ Or, ‘are you an axe murderer?’ A math question is new.” She chuckled.

He also wasn’t sure why she would ask him a math equation over something more related to dating, but he respected it. Whatever worked for her, and if he answered correctly maybe he would find out the reason.

He typed out his answer quickly, showing his work process like he was always taught in school, before giving the final answer.

"How did you get that answer so fast?” Emily asked.

“It’s an SAT question.” Stated Spencer.

“Do you think she’s a teacher?”

“I guess the only way to find out is to ask her.”

Spencer didn’t receive a reply right away. So the three of them finished up their meals and went back into work. About an hour later, the quiet morning was over and they were called into the round table room to discuss a case. The second body of an older male was found, right here in Virginia, and the local PD were asking for help figuring out the unsub’s MO.

The meeting was quick and to the point, thanks to Garcia’s fantastic as always presentation of evidence. Hotch assigned Spencer and Derek to go to the morgue, so the two boys got into the SUV. Derek drove there swiftly, in the hopes that they might be able to solve this one by nightfall.

About halfway there Spencer’s phone dinged again in his pocket. His stomach tingled in nervous anticipation for Avianna’s reply.

Wow, consider me impressed. I was not expecting a real answer. But I’ve got to be honest, I’m glad, because if that’s what you actually look like in your picture, you are gorgeous.

Spencer felt the blood rush to his cheeks as he read her reply. Somewhat unsure how to proceed, having never done this before, he typed out a message back to her.

Spencer - Thank you. If your picture is to be believed as well, you are very beautiful. Avianna- I’m blushing Spencer- Honestly, me too. And my partner is starting to look as me weird. Avianna- Wait. Partner? Are you already seeing someone? Please don’t tell me you’re married. Spencer- Sorry, no, I meant my work partner. I’m single. Avianna- Phew, you had me worried there for a second. But you’re working! Don’t let me keep you. I should probably get to work as well. Message me later and we can keep chatting? Get to know each other a little bit. Spencer- I would love that. Good luck with work. Avianna- You as well!

“What’s got you smiling so big over there?” Derek asked from the drivers seat.

Spencer wasn’t sure if he should tell the man. He didn’t know much about Avianna yet. Didn’t even know what she did for work. Their conversation was quick and didn’t reveal any personal information about either of them. But then again, Penelope had set this up. The BAU’s biggest gossip. So if he didn’t tell Derek, he would know by tonight anyways.

“A girl.” Spencer said simply.

Derek swerved the car as he looked over at Spencer in shock. He had to grab the handle to keep from bumping into the door as Derek straightened out the wheel.

“What?” Derek asked loudly. Spencer chewed on his lip as he contemplated how much he was going to tell his friend, before deciding he should just spill it all.

“Her name is Avianna, and I’ve met her on a dating app that Penelope and Emily signed me up for at lunch time. We’ve had one conversation, just now, and I don’t even know her last name yet.”

“Wow. So you’ve known her online for like, two hours, and she’s already got you smitten.”

“One hour, forty minutes and seven seconds.” Spencer corrected.

“Once again. Wow.”

“Yeah.”

“What makes her so special already?” Asked Derek as he turned down a one way street, getting closer to the morgue.

“It’s hard to say. I’ve never used a dating app before. I’ve never even used a cellphone that much, if I’m honest. But, there’s something that just seems so genuine with her already. I mean, before she even answered my ‘hi’ she was asking me a math equation. And then once I answered, she said she was glad I did because she finds me gorgeous.” Spencer told his friend.

“What about her? Is she pretty?” Derek asked.

“Beautiful.” Replied Spencer. At the next red light he showed Derek her profile picture on his phone.

“My man!” Derek said with a clap on the shoulder.

“She told me to message her again when I was done work. So, let’s hurry up and get there to solve this thing so I’m not sending that message at two in the morning.”

“On it, pretty boy.” Derek said with a laugh, and he pressed the gas peddle a little harder. “You know, the girls are going to freak out that you’ve been talking to her and they don’t know it yet.”

“Oh I know. But they signed me up for this without my knowledge. So they can wait a little longer before they know she messaged me back.” Spencer stared out the window at the passing buildings, a smile blooming on his face. It was a rare moment that he would rather be texting on his phone than rereading case files, but he couldn’t stop thinking about what to say next.

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