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hi, i'm taylor and i was born in 1989!

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i’m a simple girl i see a man with brown soft hair and brown eyes and big arms and a kind heart and i get a little stupid

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i’m in love with this

easy fix; spencer reid

summary: after spending weeks searching for ways to ease the burden of his headaches, spencer has finally found a solution. you.

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader

requested: no i’m feeding my own obsession

notes: silly little spencer reid fic bc i’m down bad and had to do it :)) short and fluffy

you had a feeling spencer wasn’t well from the moment he closed the front door behind him, satchel landing almost unceremoniously on the floor beside the shoe wrack. he toed off his shoes, his odd socks, one red stripes, one blue polka dots, making you smile softly over the top of your book, gaze tracking his movements as he sluggishly shuck his coat off and unwound his scarf. brows drawn in tight he rubbed his fingers just above his eyebrow, grimacing in pain as he dipped his head away from the light inside the apartment.

“hey, pretty boy,” you were laying on the sofa, head propped up against the armrest, book settled against your knees and you let it drop to your side when you fully turned your attention to your boyfriend. he seemed to be in a world of his own and he startled slightly at the sound of your voice, blinking a few times as though to clear the fog in his head, his deer in the headlights look curling the smile at your lips even more. “everything okay?”

"yeah, yeah, just tired i think, long day. have you already eaten?" spencer kept massaging his fingers over his forehead, eyes squinting until you weren't sure if they were even open anymore. he dropped his sunglasses on to the table beside the door, his keys following suit and you suddenly understood. he was having one of his bad days and unless you approached the topic first, he would more than likely go straight to bed without asking for anything.

"hmm," you hummed noncommittally. "i made lasagna, there's some left over for you if you want it?" spencer shook his head and finally made his way towards you, fingers tugging a little to loosen the knot of his tie, top button popped open to show the soft skin of his throat. he fell back on to the sofa with a sigh, his free hand reaching to pull your feet over into his lap but before he could you were sitting up, shuffling as close as possible so you could help with his tie. "how bad is the headache?"

"what? i don't-"

"spence." he grimaced even more at your tone, his nose scrunching in that adorable way that never failed to make your heart thump. you slowly undid his tie, pulling it from around his neck and draping it over the back of the sofa.

"a little worse than usual but i think i just need to sleep. you know, lack of sleep has been proven to lower the body's pain threshold which makes them more susceptible to headaches and explains why they're often more painful." spencer sent you a sheepish half smile before his eyebrows scrunched and he turned from the lamp sitting on the small coffee table. "and i've not exactly had a lot of sleep in the last week."

"so, what i'm hearing, doctor reid, is that i need to take you to bed immediately?" his lips suddenly lifted into a smile and he gave a little shrug.

"that's usually the best remedy for most things." your smile matched his, your hand gently patting his chest before you leant in and pressed a single soft kiss to his mouth. the smallest bit of contact had him humming happily, his smile only growing when you tilted and kissed his cheek. pushing yourself up you brushed his hair back off his forehead.

"i'm gonna make you some tea, do you wanna go up and i'll bring it?"

"i can make-"

"go take that suit off, i'll be five minutes." spencer was still sitting in the same spot when you reached the kitchen door, his gaze locked on your back, eyes soft with adoration and love over how you were always so willing to make him feel better no matter what. you threw him a playfully scolding look over your shoulder.

"spencer reid, you better be upstairs and undressed by the time i'm finished making this."

his suit was gone when you stepped into the bedroom and he was sprawled on his back in only a pair of red checkered pants, one arm thrown over his eyes, the other against his stomach. messy hair and the tantalising happy trail made your stomach dip, his effect on you still as strong as the first time you met him. the room was mostly dark, the only light the small bedside lamp which was dimmed to the lowest setting.

"jj wants to go for brunch tomorrow." spencer spoke up, his voice quiet and a little lower than usual, the early signs of sleep already evident. he peeked at you from beneath his arm, eyes still squinted beneath furrowed brows.

"will she be bringing henry?"

"he wants to show you that he learnt how to ride his bike."

"he did?" your smile was instantaneous as you thought about spencer's godson, a look casting over your features that the man in front of you couldn't quite grasp. he watched with lowered lashes as you placed his chamomile tea on the nightstand before climbing on to the bed.

"mhm, he can ride for a whole minute he says. you didn't make yourself tea?"

"no, i'm okay. c'mere." patting your lap you gestured for spencer to rest his head there, his hand curling quickly around your thigh as he got himself comfortable. he nuzzled his nose against your bare skin, the material of your shorts having ridden up and left a soft kiss behind that had warmth spreading through your chest. "can you turn so i can put this on for you?"

“what is it?”

“migraine patch, i bought you a new box when i was at the store yesterday.” spencer shifted a little so he was facing the ceiling, gaze soft on yours, smile just a little lopsided and he lifted his hand to prod his finger into your cheek.

“always taking care of me.”

“hotch pays me monthly.” you caught his eye roll as you brushed his curls back from his forehead, finger tips grazing lovingly over his hairline. spencer stayed silent and watched as you opened the migraine patch, pressed it lightly against the centre of his forehead and smoothed it down into place.

a deep sigh blew past his lips when you gently rubbed your thumb across the patch, eased the slight tension between his still furrowed brows. your touch was light and comforting and within seconds he was letting his eyes fall closed, the grimace he’d been wearing on and off since coming home smoothing out just slightly. the tip of your finger trailed down the bridge of his nose and swept beneath his eye. the dark circles were prominent, days old bags tugging painfully at your heart because it was obvious it had been a while since your boyfriend had gotten a full nights sleep.

leaning down you pressed a fleeting kiss to his closed eyelid. “try get some sleep okay?” his reply was a nod and then he was guiding your hand into his hair, quietly urging you to ease the dull throbbing with your fingers. doing as he wanted, you slowly massaged the tips into his scalp, pressure light but just enough to have him melting into you, the tension in his face relaxing even further. you worked your thumb carefully into his temple before sweeping it over his eyebrow and rubbing into the space between them.

it wasn’t long before spencer’s breathing started to even out, the steady rise and fall of his chest and the peaceful look on his face an obvious indication that he’d finally fallen asleep. he looked at ease, pretty pink lips parted to let out soft snores, the twisted look of discomfort he’d been wearing now smoothed out and you let your lips tilt into a gentle smile. again you traced your finger over his nose and the curve of his lips.

“goodnight, spence.”

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #honey’s fic recs <3

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Sebastian Stan’s filmography: 2019-2023

#sebastian stan #that’s my queue

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D. Morgan Fic Rec

since I noticed the (sadly) lack of fics for my lovely derek, I wanna send my appreciation for these authors 🫶 also send some fic rec if u have some <3

🤎 - fav

brave | 🤎 | by @velvetcloxds

@ddejavvu

friends to lovers w/ derek morgan

"quit your bitching and kiss me pretty ma."

derek falling for hotch's daughter

derek x shy!reader soulmate | 🤎 |

loosing virginity to derek morgan

@cafeacademia

sleepy cuddles with derek | 🤎 |

downpour

placing bets | 🤎 |

morgan comforting reader by @luveline

princess treatment | 🤎 | by @beautifulbibliophiles-blog

unsteady by @ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused

@theoreticslut

"do you feel the same?"

confessions upon your skin | 🤎 |

@lilys174

"wait you're being serious?"

"that's my real mom"

"there's blood"

@specialagentlokitty

the first time | 🤎 |

home again

@wildflowerluver

beautiful sound

valentine's day flowers

baby girl by @bl00dwyrm

stay, stay, stay by @blushingbucky

anticipation by @supermarvel-fics

enjoying moments by @ssa-atlas-alvez

disaster strikes | 🤎 | by @inej-twilight-ghafa

"go to sleep baby" by @randomfanficsig

mercy by @supercriminalbean

you're not penelope by @dr-spencer-reids-queen

i know | 🤎 | by @shmaptainhotchner

one bed trope by @sublimecatgalaxy

@ofwilliamandwalter

falling into fate

back to you

it's always been you

(s)mother

finally by @the-bau-quinjet

dating derek morgans hcs by @disasterfandoms

@captainhotch

causing confusion

turtleneck

close call

scare them away | 🤎 |

@mollysolo

love you from here

intertwined

the pain of the past by @hotch-stufff

begin again | 🤎 | by @imaginesfordifferentfandoms

derek morgan x non bau! reader by @fairyellieee

@make-me-imagine

“You've been pouting ever since I went out on that date, what's up"

'being followed' + "did you hear that?"

kidnapped by @frost-queen

derek morgan w/ shy short s/o by @too-busy-reiding

stabbed by @snax-writes

i'm fine by @fanficwritinggirl

@storiesofsvu

spring carnival | 🤎 |

start of something new

shy by @lovesclinic

#thank you so much for the rec <3 #honoured to be up here with some of my faves!! #honey’s fic recs <3

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i’m in love with this

just kissed you out of the blue

A/N: this was originally posted back in the summer of 2022, requested by the wonderful @kazeddie85: Reader had had a crush on Spence since she’d first listened to him infodump. But she didn’t tell him because she could tell he liked Elle. Fast forward to the train case, she and Derek both protest at Spencer’s idea to board the train. When they heard a gunshot Derek held her back from charging onto the train without a vest. She screamed Spencer’s name since the video feed had been taken out. When he got off the train she ripped herself out of Derek’s grip and leapt the barricade like a track hurdle. She threw herself into Spencer’s arms, trembling, and found herself kissing him without thinking. She expected him to push her away but he kissed her back.

Warnings: Spencer Reid x bau!reader, references to 1x09

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Seeing Reid slowly make his way out of the train, you finally ripped free of the tight hold Morgan had on you and ran towards your colleague, shouting out his name. 

Closing in on him, he turned to you and almost immediately threw up his hands, knowing full well how he’d gone against his superior’s wishes, “hi, Y/l/n, I’m fine, I’m sorry, I just-“ but before he could finish, you crashed into him, pressing your lips firmly against his, but not fully realising what you were actually doing. 

You hadn’t been able to breathe. That whole time he was in there, you couldn’t breathe. But now, here, kissing him, you finally felt oxygen fill up your lungs again. 

Snaking his hands around your waist, he slowly drew back, staring at you with stars in his eyes. “Wow, that was… wow,” he breathed out. 

The sound of his voice effectively woke you up and made you realise what you had just done, “oh my god, I’m sorry,” you took a step back, making his warm hands disappear from your sides, “I shouldn’t have just kissed you out of the blue like that…”

“Y/n,” he didn’t take his big brown eyes off of you for one second. 

“Yeah?” you prepared for the worst. 

“I just, um… now I kinda wish I’d put myself in danger sooner if that’s all it would’ve taken for you to kiss me like that.”

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#spencer reid x reader #honey’s fic recs <3

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don’t want to miss a thing | spencer reid

pairing: spencer reid x f!reader

word count: 0.4k

summary: you don’t miss a single thing when it comes to spencer reid.

warnings: season 8 spoilers, angst if you squint, no dialogue!! none at all!! 

author’s note: hiiii i'm trying something new!! sometimes at the end of an episode, on the jet, reid is asleep on the chairs and i just couldn't get this fic out of my head. also also, the title is taken from aerosmith’s ‘i don’t want to miss a thing’.

It was a well-known, yet rarely discussed, fact that Spencer Reid struggled with sleep.

Whether it was the lingering nightmares of misdirected “I love you’s” and gunshots and Maeve, the longing for Dilaudid or the threat of schizophrenia, or even just the whirring of a brain that can’t quiet down, it was clear that Spencer Reid struggled with sleep.

It was clear in the dark circles that always hung under his eyes, the mussed hair, the clothes from the day before. It was clear, if you knew where to look.

And Spencer Reid was the only thing you looked for.

The flight home was one of solitude; of quietly reading over case files (Hotch and Rossi), of listening to music (Derek and Emily) and reading a book (you), and staring out the window (JJ). It was quiet, until it wasn’t.

The silence was broken by a small noise of distress, no louder than a whisper, but you heard it. You knew how to look, how to hear for indications that Spencer was struggling to fall asleep, stay asleep, or wake from being asleep. You knew how to navigate nightmares, how to temper the symptoms of withdrawal, how to calm the fears.

Tonight, you’d need to rely on your navigation skills.

The noise was only a gasp, followed by a mumble that drew you out of your book and out of your seat. He was lying down on a cluster of seats, arms tucked in towards his chest. His feet began to kick at the air, an indication of the setting of this particular nightmare.

He was back with Diane.

And you were instantly putting your book away, pulling the blanket out of your go-bag designated for times like these, and sliding next to Spencer. You didn’t hesitate. Delicately, you drew the blanket over the two of you; it barely reached his feet, but it was enough.

Your fingers meet his hair and push through the strands, untangling knots and memories of Maeve. The mere touch of your fingers is enough to pull a sigh from his mouth, breath gently fanning your face. Your touch is enough. You are enough.

It’s only once the crease in his brows unfurrows and his fists uncurl that you shift. One of your hands meets his, your thumb sliding down to measure his pulse. His heartbeat slows, fingers twitching between your own.

You press a kiss to his forehead, before resting your head against his shoulder. Spencer’s free arm slides over your waist, wanting you close even in sleep.

And finally, you hear the soft exhale that means he’s dreaming again, and finally, you give yourself permission to fall asleep.

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds #criminal minds blurb #spencer reid drabble #spencer reid blurb #matthew gray gubler

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“i’m falling to pieces” on a CONSTANT LOOP IN MY BRAIN

do u guys remember breakeven by the script

#jade⚡️ #honey reblogs

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SEBASTIAN STAN ✧ BUCKY BARNES MARVEL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE, 2011—

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i’m so curious, put in the tags which midnights song is currently stuck in your head

#✨ BEJEWELED ✨

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taylor swift, man, can't help but be obsessed

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if you call a boy pretty and he blushes, wife him up.

#spencer reid energy

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i would like to very gently kiss you on the forehead because you’re very special to me

honey!! many hugs and forehead kisses because you're just as special to me, my love! 😚🤎 i hope you’re doing well! <33

#maria🌙 #the moon to my sun #je t’aime 🤎

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stay, stay, stay | derek morgan

pairing: derek morgan x f!reader

word count: 0.9k

summary: above all, you want him to stay, stay, stay.

warnings: arguing, overuse of italics, slight violence, jealousy, too much dialogue (sue me)

author’s note: this is my first derek imagine, and it’s based on taylor swift’s ‘stay, stay, stay (taylor’s version)’ !! i’m still new to writing for criminal minds, so (kindly) let me know how i can improve :)

quick sidenote: i love derek and penelope, truly, but sometimes jealousy happens and it’s normal. this fic is not here to judge, nor am i criticising their friendship.

“You call her baby girl. Mama. Sugar. Insert any nickname that’s inappropriate for someone other than your girlfriend! Derek, you can’t stand there and tell me you’re not in love with her!”

“I’m not in love with Penelope, y/n! She’s my best friend, nothing more! You know that!”

“Oh, do I, chocolate thunder?”

You and Derek are on opposite sides of the room. Both of your faces are hot, your hearts pounding, voices raised to an uncommonly loud volume. And both of you are angry. Unbelievably, stupidly, some might say irrationally angry. But neither of you can stop.

Keep reading

#timezone reblog #derek morgan #derek morgan x reader

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FLUFF OVERLOAD

my first derek fic is in my queue and coming tomorrow!!!!!

#honey talks 🍯 #stay stay stay

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stay, stay, stay | derek morgan

pairing: derek morgan x f!reader

word count: 0.9k

summary: above all, you want him to stay, stay, stay.

warnings: arguing, overuse of italics, slight violence, jealousy, too much dialogue (sue me)

author’s note: this is my first derek imagine, and it’s based on taylor swift’s ‘stay, stay, stay (taylor’s version)’ !! i'm still new to writing for criminal minds, so (kindly) let me know how i can improve :)

quick sidenote: i love derek and penelope, truly, but sometimes jealousy happens and it’s normal. this fic is not here to judge, nor am i criticising their friendship.

“You call her baby girl. Mama. Sugar. Insert any nickname that’s inappropriate for someone other than your girlfriend! Derek, you can’t stand there and tell me you’re not in love with her!”

“I’m not in love with Penelope, y/n! She’s my best friend, nothing more! You know that!”

“Oh, do I, chocolate thunder?”

You and Derek are on opposite sides of the room. Both of your faces are hot, your hearts pounding, voices raised to an uncommonly loud volume. And both of you are angry. Unbelievably, stupidly, some might say irrationally angry. But neither of you can stop.

Instead, you throw your phone across the room at him. Derek’s instincts intervene and he dodges the object, watches it crash into the wall behind him. He stares at you.

“y/n, what the hell is wrong with you?”

“I can’t do this right now,” you reply, and stalk into the bedroom. Slam the door shut, leaving Derek alone in the living room to clean up the mess.

With the morning comes embarrassment. The curtains hadn’t been closed last night, and sunlight streams into the bedroom. It invades every corner of the room, forcing your brain to acknowledge it and your eyes to adapt. You’d rather remain asleep than awake, and you throw an arm over your face with a groan.

It does nothing to block the light, nor the memories of the night before. Your heart sinks.

Derek.

The bed is empty beside you, another reminder of your stupidity. Its sheets are uncharacteristically cold, the other pillow flat, the blankets isolated to your side of the bed. A sigh escapes your mouth as you stretch. Disentangling yourself from the sheets, you slip on your lucky socks. You’d need them for this conversation.

There’s a hush over the apartment, and you leave the bedroom door open. An invitation.

“Derek?” Your voice is soft, testing the waters. You don’t know what his reaction will be, where he slept last night. Will he still be angry? Did he sleep at Penelope’s? Did he get called in for a case and you didn’t get to say goodbye?

The last question hurts the most, but the sting is removed with a “Yeah.” It came from the couch.

There, you find sleepyhead Derek without a pillow but with a rumpled blanket, arm tucked beneath his head. It’s a rare morning that you’re both home, but you don’t get a second to cherish it. Instead, you have to face the music. You can’t meet his gaze. You’d rather look down at your feet, and so you do.

His eyes follow yours, and he laughs. “Lucky socks?”

“Lucky socks,” you murmur, and find the courage to sit on the floor, leaning against the couch. “We should talk about last night.”

“Give me a second,” he says. Derek shifts on the couch, and you move to let him stand. He walks into the bedroom, disappearing from view. The longer he’s gone, the more you worry. You sit on the couch and fold the blanket, busying your hands in an effort to busy your mind.

You barely breathe until he returns, Chicago Bears football helmet on his head. The smile’s evident in his voice as he says, “Okay, let’s talk.”

Your laugh is shaky, almost breathless. The gesture might be funny if it didn’t remind you of the broken phone, how you’d wanted to hurt him. How you’d screamed. “Derek…”

“I know, I know.” He takes off the helmet and sets it on the coffee table, gently sitting beside you. “You were saying.”

“I’ve never felt like this before,” you confess, nerves rearing their ugly head and suppressing the volume of your voice. “It’s terrifying. I don’t want to be jealous—”

“Honey, it’s understandable—”

“But I am! Because when you’re gone, you’re with her on a case, and I’m at home, worrying if you’re safe. It’s stupid, you’re always careful, and nicknames are just something that you and Penelope do, but…” you exhale, inhale. Exhale again. Breathe. Remember to breathe. “I’m just scared.”

“Scared of what, sweetheart?” Derek’s hands capture yours, running his thumbs over the backs of your hands. The fight wasn’t about Penelope. It was never about Penelope, but fear loves to manifest and disguise itself as anger.

“Losing you, dummy.” Your eyes sting, and you blink to hide the evidence of your tears. He sees them anyway, and brings one of your hands up to his mouth for a kiss. “I never want to lose you. You’re it for me, you know? And I’m not just saying that because you carry my groceries.”

He laughs, but you’re not finished. “You’ve memorised me. You know my favourite colour—”

“Green.”

“My hopes—”

“The Angels winning another World Series.”

“Derek.” You glare at him, and he grins at you. “I mean, you make me feel…”

Derek’s hands slide up your arms, and you forget how to breathe, how to think. “You… I feel…”

His fingers push through your hair, caressing your face. You can’t help but lean into the pressure, sighing as he presses a kiss to your forehead. Your arms are around his waist, palms flat against his back.

Your tongue finds the words. “Like I’m home.”

He grins at that, his lips meeting yours. You’re forgiven, but the fear of losing him remains. The thought of him leaving for good, of walking away or forcing you to walk away, is almost too much to bear. So you beg.

“Stay.” Each kiss is a prayer, a plea. “Stay. Stay.”

Ever the profiler, he sees your fear and shame and desperation. And he answers.

“I’m staying, sweetheart.”

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Honey omg your theme!!!! 🥺💕 it’s simply so pure and gorgeous I’m obsessed!!!

thank you so much ari 🥺🫶🤍

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