Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Characters: Spencer Reid

Warnings: Mentions of kidnapping and injuries.

Request: Wattpad- Ooh,can you please do one where Spencer and y/n gets into a really bad argument and then she’s suddenly kidnapped by an unsub?

Word Count: 463

Author: Charlotte

Even after the man had forced you to drive to the middle of nowhere and dragged you into his house, you had no idea who he was or what he wanted. The only thing you could assume was that it was either terrible luck that you were targeted, and they didn’t know you lived with an FBI agent, or he was directly trying to get to Spencer or the bureau in general.

Before you had even been allowed out of your car, your hands had been taped behind your back whilst the same silver duct tape was wrapped around your head several times to cover your mouth and cling in your hair. Over the three days since it was initially attached, you had had it ripped off from your head a handful of times to give you minimal food and drink and for him to listen to you plead. Other than that, the only thing that loosened the tape was your tears which had started to seize due to the lack of water intake. The majority of your time had been left on the floor with your feet tied with rope to a bedframe, not even having them removed when he decided to take his anger out on you.

You didn’t know what injuries you had, but you had gotten used to the taste of blood and with the amount of pain you were in, you were sure there was at least a handful of broken bones at least. You didn’t know how long your torture would last, but you could only hope that your genius boyfriend knew you would have contacted him by now and was on the case.

Your hopes were soon proven when you heard gunshots outside of the room you had been held in, the door flinging open to reveal Spencer and his team.

It didn’t take his genius to see that he had been crying and had been awake since he had last seen you. He rushed to your side, pulling at the tape, unravelling it from you. You let out a cry of pain from its removal, but you were just relieved to be able to breath freely.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, cupping your cheeks in his hands. “I’m so sorry.”

You shook your head. “I’m sorry too. I love you so much.”

Spencer returned the words of love, pressing his lips to yours, not caring that his team were watching on.

“I just want to go home,” you whispered as he continued to remove your restraints.

“I know,” he said softly. “But we need to get you to the hospital. You’re safe now.”

As soon as your hands were free, you feebly grabbed hold of him. “Please don’t leave me.”

“I’m never leaving you alone again.”

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Characters: Spencer Reid

Warnings: Mentions of Kidnapping, Knives, Arguments with a partner

Request: Wattpad- Ooh,can you please do one where Spencer and y/n gets into a really bad argument and then she’s suddenly kidnapped by an unsub?

Word Count: 606

Author: Charlotte

No matter how much you loved your boyfriend, living with someone ended up with things getting on your nerves. Everything that had made you fall in love with him all those years ago no longer seemed to be cute and sweet, some of it pissed you off and at some point, you couldn’t bottle it all up again. With Spencer away for work for the last two weeks, you had thought that the short break from one another would help, but when he came back it all started off once again.

Whilst he had been away, you had tidied the apartment and tried to make the environment pleasant for you both to live in. As soon as Spencer got home, his bag was left in the living room and the next day when you awoke, half the bookcase had been spread around the room. It annoyed you that he hadn’t even mentioned the work you’d put into the apartment, and it was worse that he was so quick to return it to its previous state, but you did your best to stay calm. By the time dinner rolled around and he had stacked his dirty plate on top of the three mugs on the coffee table and it pushed you over the edge.

“What is my job, Spencer?” You snapped.

He looked up at you confused. “You teach kindergarten.”

“Oh, so you do know I’m not a maid then,” you retorted, letting sarcasm drip from every word.

Spencer seemed confused still by your words, not knowing where they came from as you had previously stayed quiet and calm. You picked up the dirty plate and mugs and showed them too him as you begun to stomp over to the kitchen.

“I know you’re tired from work, but that’s no reason to be a slob,” you frowned.

“I was going to put them in the sink before bed.”

You snapped your gaze back towards him.

“Is that why I found six mugs around your desk with varying levels of mould?”

He ran a hand through his messy hair. All he had wanted was a quiet, relaxing evening but you had put an end to that.

“Does it really matter?” He asked. “You always leave your clothes on the bathroom floor, and I just put them in the basket without complaining.”

A shocked laugh escaped you. “Without complaining? I could have left my shirt hanging over the rim of the basket and you’d act like I’d thrown the whole thing everywhere.”

“I’m sorry if it bothers me to want to go for a shower after a long day at work and find your bra in the tub.”

Any semblance of reason had now been washed from you. You let go of the dishes far from the edge of the sink, not caring about the clatter of them hitting the metallic bowl.

“You know what?! I’m done,” you exclaimed. “I can’t stay in this fucking apartment.”

“Where are you going?” He asked, rising from the sofa where he had been sat.

You grabbed your car keys as you slipped on the first pair of shoes you could find.

“Anywhere but here.”

Before Spencer could say anything else you escaped the apartment, slamming the door behind you. You rushed down the stairs and out into the dark carpark, unlocking the driver’s door and getting in. You rested your head against the wheel, giving yourself a second to breath. You leant back against your seat, closing your eyes for a moment.

Without a sound, a sharp piece of metal pressed against your neck, forcing a gasp from your lips.

“You’re early.”

Another All-Nighter

It’s no secret that Brian is notorious for pulling one all-nighter after another on a project, only to crash after a few days. 
This is something Rowan dislikes. Especially when he does it the night before a big meeting. It’s not as if he’ll make the firm look bad, it’s just the principle of the thing. 

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Even when you know that you’re talking to someone who uses different word definitions, it’s easy to fall into an unspoken power struggle over which definition you’re both reallyusing.

Excerpt from our series, Differing Definitions

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It’s easy to believe you’re doing good by staying in a conversation when you’re very uncomfortable being there. Or when you know your anger is starting to alter your judgement.

And there’s a little truth to that. It’s super powerful to be willing to spend time talking to people who you disagree with, whose views upset you. It’s the counterweight to groupthink. It opens up lines of communication so you can challenge your own assumptions, and everyone else’s. Being persistent in voicing your opinion is a powerful way to spread it. The more people hear an idea, the more seriously they tend to consider it.

But saying something in the wrong way or in the wrong context makes your point sound less believable, not more.

You can have this effect even if others are arguing with you just as angrily. People can link your views with the antagonism of the conversation, and become biased against them.

…Which makes it that much harder for other people with your beliefs to make themselves heard down the line.

Now, it’s not always fair or logical for people to build these associations. And it doesn’t mean you were overreacting in losing your temper.

It’s just that disengaging from an angry conversation is a super useful skill to have on hand, if you really want other people to take on your beliefs. If you can walk away promptly when you or others start to get upset, you leave room for someone else to build on that conversation another day.

You also leave room for the other person to consider the ideas you’ve presented on their own terms, in their own time.

When you’re changing someone’s mind over the internet, you almost never get to see that you’re doing so. People rarely overturn an opinion they care about in the span of a single conversation. It’s something that happens in the privacy of someone else’s mind, as they gradually sift through what you’ve said, and how it lines up with their past experiences and beliefs.

You walking away can be one of the first steps in the process of changing someone else’s mind – because it’s the someone else in that situation who does the central work of changing their own beliefs.

How and when you walk away can make a big difference in how likely they are to succeed.

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me: Do it.

me to me: But I don’t want to. 

me: That’s a solid argument. Don’t do it then

Aries are the only sign in the zodiac that think they could take down a Scorpio in an argument. They will learn, through trial and error, that Scorpios have more power in this realm and will eventually learn to avoid conflict with the Scorpios in their life.

WHY ARE YOU LIKING MY POST? LIKE ME INSTEAD!!!!!!!

Prompt #42

“You left everything behind and for what ? You had such a good life, you had everything everyone would dream of !”

The tension rose in the air and person B looked back with an expression of distrust, distress, and pure anger. With gritted teeth they take a jagged breath before clenching their fists.

“Well maybe it wasn’t as perfect as you thought it was ! Maybe it was hell on earth for MEandI had to escape !”

The sudden change in tone throws person A off guard as they find themselves flinching to the new, and very much aggressive tone. Their face temporarily softening before hiding away behind a thin curtain of false courage, ready to die on the hill they didn’t even stand for.

People only give a shit when they need help and you are convenient to them.Whether it be a good time, a shoulder to cry on, a verbal punching bag, a dinner date, a familiar face…

When it’s your day to feel shit, all of the above will be magically forgotten.

Lesson: Don’t expect anything from anyone but yourself.

“It is a predisposition of human nature to consider an unpleasant idea untrue, and then it is easy to find arguments against it.”

Sigmund Freud

A General Introduction to Psychoanalysis

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Thoughts no longer bounce between
calm, patient ears of friends.
They smother and they scream instead.
Ideas no longer float, inspire.
They’re imprints of liars
as we grow into our nature,
we grow into machines to be rewired.
We’ll be rewired and we’ll grow tired
of thinking at all, and all we’ll desire
will be to win a game whose only goal
is to set us on fire
until we’re machines of negativity
ready to purchase
whatever might free us
of the hate we’ve coddled,
the fear we ride on
like the backs of horses.
There’s nothing out there
on that horizon.

Infidelity Is A Felony … ‍♂️

Kylo:Hey.
Kylo: Wanna’ train?
Kylo: I could be your teacher.
Kylo:Rey?
Kylo:REY
Kylo: Luke’s far too old for that kind of exercise.
Kylo:REEEEY

Rey: Oh. My. GOSH.
Rey: … Kylo, this is actually embarrassing now.
Rey: Didn’t I tell you I’m not interested?
Rey:Ever.
Rey: And stop bad-talking my master!

Kylo: Well, the only one finding it embarrassing here is you.
Kylo: Ugh, Why are you so stubborn?
Kylo: I don’t just offer this to anyone you know. #annoyed

Rey: PFF! *Doubles over in laughter* You saw me use the force, ONCE, and just up and decided to train me because you KNEW you couldn’t beat me with your current condition.
Rey: And, excuse me? “Stubborn”? You should see yourself in the mirror for once.
Rey: TALK about STUBBORN!

two things cheer me up when someone is a complete asshole to me:

1. cranking music in my ears. especially live from the woods by needtobreathe.

2. picturing this person’s face on the barbell that i lifted and then slammed down on the ground. because that’s exactly what i’d like to do to this a person—slam him to the fucking ground.

…..

feeling better already.

“You can’t expect everyone to conform to yourrules!”

“Why not?” said the dwarf. “You do.”

Terry Pratchett, Thud!