#criminalmindsrp

[gvnpcwdr]

as penned and cherished by sam. 

[zaynmalikdickmedown]

Hi! I’m looking for someone who’s into criminal minds to rp with. I have watched every episode like 4 times so...must be 18+ and watched to at least up to season 10. my kik is .likmystik and my telegram is likmystik

[zaynmalikdickmedown]

Rp

Sooo I’ve been getting into criminal minds. Aaron is my favorite...so why not try and find an rp for it. So I’m now doing a criminal minds role play. I have no triggers obviously and I do third person. Kik me if interested @ .likmystik with the period

[feroxicantrix]

If anyone would like to plot while I set up, please feel free to drop me a message - or even a starter prompt! the more the merrier <3

[theseourbodiesrp]

“you’re not as funny as you think you are, you know.”

[spencer-reid-phd]

some drink to remember..some just drink Reid//JJ

Spencer gently closed the files he took home to work through as a distraction and sat back on the couch, lifting his hands and rubbing at his face to clear the words and images from his brain the best he could.  A long exhale was breathed through the space between his wrists that waved back and forth as the heels of his palm dug into the hollows of his eyes.  One last round and they shoved his hair back out of his face.  Only to have it fall again, but this time he didn’t bother repeating the effort to keep it at bay.  Lowering both hands, a jerk of pain ghosted up his right temple and he rubbed it into nothing with the pad of his thumb.

It was late.  Beyond picking up the phone and calling people late.  Besides Morgan and who knew what he was up to?  Light brown eyes slid his stare at the orangish pill bottle that sat closed and untouched on the end table since the day he put it there after a brief doctor’s visit upon Hotch’s orders when he caught Spencer sitting in the dark one night at the office with his head in his hands and his fingers outstretched, rubbing his forehead.  Hotch knew what it meant.  No lying Spencer attempted to do would make him let up.  Tonight?  He was half tempted to take one if for no other reason than to chance having a dreamless sleep that’d finally take the edge off.  Hopefully..

I need to get out of here..

The bar two blocks down from his apartment building was the last place he thought he’d end up at the beginning of the day.  Yet here he was twenty minutes later, both Conversed feet hooked by the heels into the rungs on the stool and his knee on the leg opposite to the side he was hurt bobbing up and down.  Long thin fingers stretched out over the top of a shot glass he had yet to even taste let alone empty.  People came to these places to forget.  He came here to mimic the same thing.  Who knew?  Maybe after a few of these, he wouldn’t have to fake it to himself anymore?  Problem was..he had to get the nerve to swallow it down.