hey

I laugh whenever i read my name because i made it so i could write for any fandom i wanted, but nope. just criminal minds. thats all i can ever feel comfortable showing.

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do you ever forget widely known details about your own fandom. and just. die a little? like im a writer, ive written and thought about these characters for a while. but i cant remember what the fuck jj does.

ive got to rewatch criminal minds. there no way i can write without remembering details.

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This is an update to this, im deciding to name this series "Missed you"

(recap and sorry if its crappy)

"nononono SPENCER" y/n yells as i slip into peace.

no more pain.

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"Hey, new case" Garcia calls as she walks to the meeting room

Once everyone is in the room she explains

"This girl, y/n, went missing 2 years ago."

"Ok..?" Morgan says, "little long to be telling us sugar."

"Yes well, Police suspected her captor, John doe-"

"We dont know who her captor was?" Hotch asks,

"We do. his name is litteraly John Doe. Police suspected he used that to his advantage since its difficult to track john doe's. He was y/n's Ex. known for abuse and anger issues. They thought y/n must have set him off and he spiraled," Garcia finished.

"And they think he killed y/n, but theres no body to prove he did. so whys it being brought up, did he kidnap someone else?" Spencer looked to garcia, his normal look of worry on his face.

"Yep. Also, little miss y/n was seen. Twice. With the men that were kidnapped, before they got kidnapped." Garcia said, flipping through the slideshow and using her hands to emphasize her words.

"So two bad guys?" Emily pops in to ask.

"Possible case of Stockholme syndrome." Hotch offers in his usual tone

"Right, so where we headed exactly?" Rossi asks, closing his folder.

"Beloit, Illinois." Garcia says, watching everyone pack their things and head for the door. "ok back to the batcave" she whispers to herself.

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As Spencer is grabbing his go bag, he takes one last look in the folder.

"Why are you so familiar..?"

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hey guys, i just wanted to say im sorry for not updating the stories lately. i am trying and i promis i will, i just have alot on my plate rn. But spring break is coming up (for me atleast) so i will 100% be continuing the stories soon.

Anyway good-night/good-morning/good-day

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Hey this is an update to this

(the weird format spencer x reader, not the spencer x reader kidnapped)

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"leave him aloneee" you say in singsong, attempting your hardest to breath normally.

"How about no." the man says

his silhouette now facing you.

He turns to spencer and cuts his face. blood trickling down

You get up, about to tackle him

the man points his knife at you now

"one move and ill stab you"

"you wouldn't dare" you return with a sly smile

he groans and grabs another chain from the cart.

"I really didnt want to waste my time doing this" the man says

You run to a wall, knowing full well that you cant actually fight him

He attaches the chain to a hook in the ceiling and wraps your wrists with the chain.

spencer looks to you

he mouths 'will you be okay?'

you get confused

what is he...

"hey so why dont uh... why dont we talk about something?" he says

the man finishes your chains and walks back to the cart

he grabs a tazer

"lets not" he says, tazing spencer. watching as he writhes

he stops and faces you

"lets knock him out so we can have fun together" he says before tazing spencer again

"nononono SPENCER" you yell as he blacks out from the pain

"ah so you do know this one" the man smiles

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"nononono SPENCER" y/n yells as i slip into peace.

no more pain.

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"Hey new case" garcia calls as she walks to the meeting room

Once everyone is in the room she explains

"This girl, y/n, went missing 2 years ago."

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This is an extention to this so read that first :) same TW apply

(Back to y/n)

Y/n awakes in a well lit room. Shes sat at a dining table. "holy f### my head hurts" y/n says as she gets up. While looking around she notices that one of the pictures on the wall has the face cut out. 'is it safer to stay here, or look around' she thinks to herself.

'obviously safer to stay but im in danger either way' she also thinks as she begins to walk through hallways and peaks into rooms. Its a fully furnished house with no occupants. only one door is locked. "oh boy a window" she says sarcastically, "why do i have a terrible feeling about this."

Y/n walks up to the window and draws the drapes to the side. there was nothing. it was a cement wall. "ok ok dont panic. We're probably just underground" she says to herself. She runs to the other rooms and checks the other windows. every one of them is blocked.

A bell rings and the locked door from earlier opens. A man dressed as a waiter comes out. "Excuse me, may i take your order?" he says with a smile. you back up and grab a candle stick to defend yourself with. "are they keeping you captive too?" you ask. his smile falters for a second.

"We're willing to go across town to get (insert restaurant) if youd like. We know its your favorite" he says with a larger smile. you feel your stomach drop. "how do you know that?" you ask. he turns around and leaves through the locked door. "HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT?" you scream.

You begin to hear a faint whistling after he leaves. you follow the sound to another room with a vent. its on the ceiling so your hope to escape through it vanishes in an instant. 'Why is it hard for me to breath?' you think for a moment. you can smell something coming from the vent.

"lavender?" you say outloud. You immediately panic and run to the door. its locked. "nonononono im allergic to lavender. YOU CANT LEAVE ME IN HERE" you plead. you put your back to the door as you cover your nose and mouth with a cloth.

"please" you say with tears in your eyes.

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TW: im not sure but id classify this as low on the disturbing scale

(sorry if you dont like this writing style. i dont either lol)

*heavy breathing*

keys jingle

a boy is thrown in the cell with you.

hes cursing and maybe whimpering. you cant really tell.

he has a pair of handcuffs on and hes trying to get them off

"its not gonna work" you say breathy

he looks up and sees you, going in and out of consciousness

he rushes to check on you

you push him away

"nono listen to me. if you wanna get out of this alive you *have* to do what i say" he looks at you confused, only partially listening to what you say

your vision clears up a little

"spencer?" you asked confused

"y/n?" he asked more confused

you both hear footsteps and your eyes water a little

" listen to me, dont intimidate him. whatever i say and do, its not me. i have to play a role for him to leave you alone. please dont try to stop him" you say seriously before pushing him back and looking to the door.

the door opens abruptly. a man wheels in a little cart and tosses some stuff on the ground

its a water bottle and some granola bars

you grab them and snarl at the man

he just chuckles

"lets get started" he says as he grabs a chain and strings it through a hook in the ceiling.

he moves to spencer and yanks him by the chain connecting the cuffs.

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this is an extension to this so you should read that first. same tw apply (roofied/drugged)

now to spencer-

He walked into his apartment. something was up. smelled like lavender. spencer hates lavender. he closed the door behind him and put his coat away.

as he looked around, small things were different. a book was moved to the wrong side of a table, his chair pushed back a bit. spencer grabbed his phone and dialed hotch.

"hey hotch?" he asks, still looking at all the little things that are wrong. "i think someone was in my apartment." "why, whats wrong?" hotch asks seriously (but when is he ever not serious). "all my stuff is moved around."

"ill get someone to check it out, for now, dont move anything" he says as he hangs up. 'yeah, im an fbi agent too hotch. i know what not to do' he thinks to himself.

*Spencer's phone rings* "huh?" he says as he looks at the caller ID. "y/n?" he asks, slightly confused. "hey uh, spencer, i need... help" y/n replies. Spencer's heart starts racing. 'y/n rarely admits to needing help' he thinks.

"what?" he asks, hoping he misheard. "near the bar. roofie." spencer hears, just before what he assumes is y/n dropping their phone and falling to the ground. "im coming" he yells into the phone as he runs out the door.

spencer hangs up the phone and calls garcia. "how can i help y-" "garcia are you near a computer?" spencer asks breathily as he runs down the stairs. "of course. what do you need" "can you find y/n's phone? and maybe add hotch to the call" he says as he gets to his car.

"oh-okay" garcia says nervously. hotch enters the call. "didn't you just call me?" he asks reid. "ok ok, y/n called me slurring her words, said she was near a bar and got roofied" he says fast. "she is aaat 14th n' main" garcia says and reid pulls out of the apartment parking lot.

by the time he gets there, everyone is on the call, and theres no sign of y/n. "maybe she stumbled into an alley or got a taxi?" jj offers as a shred of hope. "no, no. she doesnt ask for help unless she actually needs it." he says.

"she actually asked for help?" morgan says suprised.

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TW: roofied/drugged

you were drinking alone at the bar. everyone else on the team had things to do, but it was the weekend. so you put on some headphones and drank alone. it sounds more lonely than it was. you always had fun when you were by yourself. it was calm. but then you started to feel light headed.

you only had one drink, so you werent drunk. you were sure of it. but as minutes passed you felt more and more tired. you immediately grabbed your phone and ran out of the bar. fumbling with the lock screen untill you finally got to contacts.

"who's closest... think... THINK." you said to yourself. you remembered spencer lives a block away, so you started to call him as you walked. it went to voicemail. you walked a little faster, which wasnt easy because your legs started to get heavy. someone wasnt too far behind you so you tried again.

you started to panic when he picked up the phone, "y/n?" he asked. "hey uh, spencer, i need... help" you said, your words slurred. "what?" he asked again, "near the bar. roofie" you said as you fell against the wall. you dropped the phone as you lost consciousness.

right before you went out of it, you could hear a spencer say hes on his way. "why did i drink alone" you think to yourself.

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you wake up in bed, my oversized shirt tangling me in blankets, and spencer is standing in the doorway. "a little help?" you ask softly. he chuckles and comes to your aid.

"my saviour!" you exclaim when he untangles you. he sets a bowl down on the nightstand. its full of fruit. he really is a savior.

"well actually, a saviour reffers to someone who helps get a person out of danger. a better word woul-" you cut him off with a kiss. he smiles as you pull him onto you. he stops for a second and stares into your eyes. you smile wide.

"ive read thousands of books, know thousands of words, yet i cant string a sentence that explains how much i love you" he says softly. "you- love me?" you say, eyes watering slightly. youve been told that before, but this feels better than every other time.

"i love you too."