I lay in the grassy field, feeling the liquid soak into my skin, staining it a crimson red. The moonlight poured over me like a waterfall and the trees whistled in the wind. I felt my lips curl up into a small grin, letting my eyes roll into the back of my head as the dirt intertwined itself in between my fingers, and the cold crisp air caressed my flesh. "You're a lot crazier than I thought." His hushed voice rang in my ears as my head shot to him, noticing a glimmer of shock and admiration cross over his eyes. "You don't even know the half of it." I smirked, lifting the knife up into view next to my face and letting the blood drip to the grass, soaking it entirely. | A SCREAM/STU MACHER FANFIC | Rankings: #1 in stumacher - 20 February 2019 #1 in matthewlillard - 2 March 2019

Dr. Spencer Reid could care less if he had a girlfriend, he just wants someone to care for. So, when Natalie Cindy, a fifteen year old prodigy crosses paths with him, life may change for the genius. Cover done by @whovian3135

It was just a normal start to a new Fall season when it all happened. You were just walking home from school when a smudge of a person was limping in the distance from the building. Then a gunshot was heard. Your mother was desperate to get you and your older brother Oliver to a safe place. To Atlanta. But when you were being ushered to the safety of your house, you caught a glimpse of a boy your age with bright blue eyes that could pierce through your soul. That one kid, Carl Grimes.

Diana Smith-or Dr. Smith-is the newest genius at the BAU. She's landed Hotchner's team where she re-meets her childhood friend, Spencer Reid. The two reconnect instantly, much to the delight of the team. But when Diana begins to see her best friend as more, he isn't quite on the same page. Will a bit of nudging from the team be enough to get these geniuses together, or are they doomed to be "just friends" forever?

Despite her rocky upbringing, Juniper Dixon strives to be kind to all things, even those who are not kind to her- except for the dead. She didn't really fit in at school or at home, but she supposes that doesn't really matter, now that the dead are walking. All that matters is that she keeps breathing. At least, that's what her dad says. • ⚠️ This book has mature themes such as EDs and abuse, with slight mentions of sa and suicide. They aren't constant and they're not nearly as intense as they are in Future Ghosts, but they are there. ⚠️ If there are any typos/errors, please don't hesitate to point them out so I can fix them! Comments are appreciated! Enjoy!

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