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reidjumpers · 2 years
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“average person eats 3 spiders a year” factoid actualy just statistical error. average person eats 0 spiders per year. Spiders Georg, who lives in cave & eats over 10,000 each day, is an outlier adn should not have been counted
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🥲🥲🥲 i wonder should i continue writing the series...
hey i was wondering if you knew the little fic set on here where spencer and reader have a baby named aika? and ask morgan and emily to be godparents? i can’t find it for the life of me
i haven’t read this but maybe someone else has & will comment!
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reidjumpers · 3 years
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One More Time
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Spencer Reid x Reader
Warning/Includes: ANGST. angsty, sad, repressed feelings, mention of alcohol, there was a slight hope for fluff in the end but i leave it to you to decide
Summary: Spencer was still drowning in his love for a girl that had died in front of his eyes, no longer had a place to go as she went away, and you were too untrusting to the feeling that was greater than your being.
Note: Well, hello. I have wanted to write some angst for our boy, but I can't really come up with the idea. This one seem fitting and I use it as practice to write angsty fic. Enjoy!
You woke up in the bed that was not yours, within the walls that was too much of a stranger to drown you in comfort but familiar enough to didn’t push your feet to bolt right away into the door.
The dip next to you didn’t go unnoticed, tugging your chest painfully with every subtle move and with every delicate whisper. He was sleeping next to you, eyes closed peacefully and oblivious to the war raging within your being and lips parted open every now and then in incoherent whispers that you refuse to understand. He was like a puzzle too complicated to solve for your poor brain, but enchanting enough for your eyes to remain gazing.
It was a bad idea. You know that intoxication and loud music would never mix well, especially when a man with mop of brown hair and clear eyes thrown into the mix. It had been what, five years? Five years and a half? You couldn’t tell. You didn’t make a tally remark on how long you have been separated from one another, you didn’t let yourself dwell. He didn’t try to hold you.
Yet one drink and one delicate greeting, all the walls you had built crumble in a blink of an eye.
You still could feel the ghost of his lips burning into your skin. He didn’t drink, you knew that, Spencer was never big on alcohol and never keen on the idea of losing his mind into another substance that used to rob himself away. It made your chest tight and clenching painfully at the realization that he was wide awake and aware of what he did, lips on your skin as you whispered his name before you pushed him away to let slumber greet you. In his bed none other.
He didn’t try anything after that. Of course he wouldn’t. He was decent and gentle and kind like that, and it only made things harder and more complicated in your rotted mind. If he were a tad bit more like any other guy, it would be easier for you to push and justify your decision to freeze him out of your life. Anger would be a nice front defense for your decision.
But he wasn’t. Spencer was never like any other guy, or ordinary in that fashion. He was something else. A supernova to your small galaxy.
Instead you were sleeping in a bed that was not yours, within the walls that was too much of a stranger to comfort you. Kaleidoscope appeared before your eyes as you fluttered it open, littered his bare ceiling as your mind floated away and your heart sank deeper with aching pain.
It wasn’t love. It couldn’t be, could it? But it was something akin to that, something more that was beyond the word of friend and never love, a limbo of indescribable nature that neither of you could decipher. Not even with his vast knowledge and fast mind. Spencer was still drowning in his love for a girl that had died in front of his eyes, no longer had a place to go as she went away, and you were too untrusting to the feeling that was greater than your being.
Maybe it was. Maybe you had loved him at one point. But it wasn’t. You never told him you love him and Spencer never able to utter the word, stuck inside his throat blocked with the heavy grief that still choking him in his sleep. You used to steer his nightly demon and kiss away the nightmare, but never tame it. So you let him go, what good was it for if there was no love? He let you go, with sad clear eyes staring at you but never tried to prevent you from leaving.
Grief was love that had nowhere to go, and what is grief if it was not love persevering? The word had struck you like lightning in the daylight, knowing the grief that settled on his shoulders was his undying love for her that no longer had a place to go.
So you leave. You went away, no longer wanting to hold onto him in order to ground you into the world. As quiet as the night and as sneaky as the shadow itself, you collected yourself and slipped away from his arms. Careful not to stir him awake, but one sleepy murmur that loud enough to grace your ears halted you in your step, freezing your world into numbing coldness that settled all too suddenly.
“Are you leaving?” Spencer was lucid enough by the time you almost reached his door, staring at you with the same eye that delivered you out of his life five years ago. Already? was the question he didn’t ask you, but the bitterness hanging in the air told you the question just fine.
“I didn’t want to bother you,” you said, refusing to meet his eyes but didn’t moving further outside. “Sorry I woke you up. Go back to sleep.”
“I’m sorry,” he blurted out, hazy like his heart wanted to savor every word but his brain was too fuzzy to let him do so.
You turned your heels to face him now, eyes wide in confusion and surprise. You had an inkling on what he was implying with his sudden apology, the bitterness that curled at the tip of your tongue gave it away. But, “What?” was all you could say.
“For everything,” Spencer explained slowly, moving his way to reach you. He was quiet and gentle with his approach, giving you time to squirm away from the distance that kept getting smaller and smaller as he entered your space. But you didn’t move.
You didn’t know who started it first, but you found yourself pressing your lips against his. Smooth and gentle and slow, like revisiting an old delicate album that was filled with memories. The memory of you kissing away all of his worries and him holding you to life came in a fleeting rush, like a jolting hot-white sensation your brain barely registered. It had a bittersweet taste that you couldn’t really tell what, akin to something old and familiar that you never really understand.
Spencer stared at you, with the cloud parting on the night sky and the moonlight seeping through his windows you could see his eyes. He was older and perhaps wiser now, haunted with the knowledge and burdened with pain you couldn’t dare to imagine what. His job tended to give him that, giving him the exclusive front seat of the darkest side of humanity you were sure you couldn’t stomach. He was no longer a boy tucked in your sugary memory filled with people you had kissed before, he was someone entirely new yet painfully familiar.
Your heart fluttered inside your chest. Couldn’t tell if it was hatred brewing at the pit of your stomach for having his eyes staring at you or the like that had grown with having his attention fully on you. You wanted to reach for him and protect him from the harm lurking in the outside world, and at the same time you wanted him to feel the pain and the ache he had given you in his wake. But he was hurting already.
“Stay,” he whispered the plea, like a stammered man before the king. “Please stay. One more time.”
One more time.
You closed your eyes, letting him hold you close without any squeak of protest. Your chest exploded with pain and euphoria, wanting to love him and letting yourself vulnerable enough to do so. If Spencer noticed your tears, he didn’t give away any indication that he knew, and you were grateful for the silence as you decided that you would love to keep your heart that way.
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reidjumpers · 3 years
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You have been sentenced to death in a magical court. The court allows all prisoners to pick how they die and they will carry it out immediately. You have it all figured out until the prisoner before you picks old age and is instantly transformed into a dying old man. Your turn approaches.
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reidjumpers · 3 years
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just fyi when i clicked on the masterlist in your bio the link didnt work. i know where to find it, just wanted to let you know :) hope youre doing well
hi, lovely anon! thank you for letting me know. I already fixed it! and you too, baby. Have a gentle day ahead! <3
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hey boo here is a concept: conversation between reader and spencer during their engagement about taking his last name. idk why that makes me so excited but ur my favorite writer on this app 💞💞
you have no idea how much i love this concept. also thank you <3 you’re so sweet. I hope this one can meet your expectation!!!
An alluring voice of Tony Bennett reverberated through the speaker, penetrating the walls ever so gently that it swayed delicately to each syllable uttered through the song. The melody that came alongside it was nothing less than beautiful, a magnificent combination that Spencer couldn’t really understand but loved nonetheless. His chest was bursting with overwhelming sensation of warmth and happiness, swirling together so comfortably.
Spencer pulled you closer gently by your waist, smiling as his eyes caught you staring at him. Shivers never failed to run down his spine whenever his eyes landed on yours, even after all these times. You never failed to stare at him like he hung all the stars in the night sky and he would stare at you like you lit up the whole galaxy with your smile alone.
You’re the center of his universe after all.
You and him swayed together gently to the song, illuminated by the soft light of his kitchen. Spencer admired greatly the way the light danced on your skin, kissing every inch of your perfect figure and highlighting them like you’re a celestial being. Sometimes he had his suspicion that you are one.
The beautiful ring on your finger twinkling beautifully underneath the light. A constant and real reminder that you agreed on spending the rest of your life together with him, hopefully a long and happy one. Spencer’s chest clenched painfully every time the corner of his eyes caught the glimpse of the ring he just put on your finger hours ago. A happy white picket fences life of you and him flashed before his eyes, so close yet so far, yet he knew it was real.
All of this. Real. You always made sure that he remembered it.
“A penny for your thoughts?” Spencer whispered against your hairline, afraid that if he spoke any louder he would break the magic that engulfed his world.
“I was thinking…” you paused, a half smile ghosted your lips. Spencer wanted to pull you close and kiss you breathless, until there was only gasp and enchanted eyes staring at one another. “That Y/N Reid has a nice ring to it.”
He couldn’t help but to smile widely. “You think so?”
You hummed. “What do you think, Dr. Reid?”
Spencer just smiled. He thought it was painfully wonderful and beautiful. It didn’t really cross his mind at first that you would take his name once you let him put the ring on your finger, and the thought alone made his mind fuzzy and his heart frenzy.
“Well, Mrs. Reid, I think it’s a really pretty name. Like yourself.”
You smiled widely when he called you that, cheeks slowly turning red like ripe apples in the summer and shy like the flowers in the spring. “Flattery gets you places.”
Spencer shook his head, grinning. It was almost a default answer at this point that you’d tease harmlessly all of his effort of flirting with you with flustered cheeks. It was endearing. “Hopefully the altar where I can recite my vow to you.”
“Since when did you get this cheesy?” you poked his side.
“I learn from the best,” his head tilted slightly towards your direction.
You gasped dramatically, “I am not cheesy!”
No, you are not, Spencer agreed. You are simply sweet and cheeky with your way of showing your love to him, all exciting and merry like the festivals in the middle of summer. All warm and familiar, reek of happiness and laughter. He didn’t tell you all that though, he just laughed, and pressed his lips ever so gently to your forehead.
“Dr. Reid,” you called for him with a cheeky smile. A smile that never failed to make his heart jump out of its pants and turn his knees into jellies. “I’d love to take your last name, if you don’t mind.”
Spencer gently pulled you close, eyes closed as he inhaled your body wash once more. A smell that he had grown to love. “Mrs. Reid, I’d be honored.”
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reidjumpers · 3 years
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is the world really such a terrible place? yesterday i asked if oat milk was extra and the barista said yes so i said ok just regular milk then and when she gave me my chai latte she whispered “i used oat milk ;)” doesnt that make u want to live another day?
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Ok but imagine friendship with The BAU
You get invited into all of the girl’s nights out with the girls. JJ would definitely act like a mother hen at first, being the designated driver despite the fact that most of the time Will ended up picking everyone up and driving them home. She will become a lot more relaxed after a drink or two and batshit crazy when she is drunk that you have to sit down and gape the first time you witness it. She always complained and regretted it the next day and swore she would never be that drunk again.
I imagine that Emily is the type of best friend that will listen to your crazy ideas you propose when you get bored. She will sends you half amused and half exasperated look before Ok, you know what, that sounds only half bad let’s fucking do it and JJ will sprint so fast every time those words were coming from either of you and WHAT ARE YOU GUYS UP TO THIS TIME????
Garcia is nothing but a sweetheart, she is the main person who aid you and Emily’s stupid decisions and crazy ideas and turn blind eye every time someone asking who the fuck did this. A lot of times she is actually the mastermind behind all of the crazy shenanigan you guys up to. JJ will supervise but didn’t really put enough effort to really stop you and Emily to do it. She secretly finds it amusing but refuses to encourage bad behavior.
Garcia will also be the type of friend who does sweet things to you, buys you the best gifts on your birthday, and will bake your favorite cookies when she notices you’re a little down or after coming back from a particularly hard case. She offers the warmest and best hugs and somehow always finds the best place to spend the girl’s night out. Literally, like, Garcia how the hell you find this place with a great discount
Friendship with Morgan will be brother-like one honestly. He is such a sweet, annoying older brother who will tease you and poke you at any chance he gets and he somehow always has a lot of occasions to do that. He also gives the best brotherly advice, especially when you randomly experience an existential crisis and did I really leave any impact in this world and he would take you on a long drive just to talk about it. When a date went wrong he is on speed dial and would suspiciously break numerous laws just to pick you up from the restaurant although he never admits it. Whenever you get paired on a case and have to drive together, you guys would do a carpool karaoke session just to diffuse the tension (and nauseating fear of any inevitable peril awaiting) and “Oh my god Morgan you like Taylor Swift?” and he gives you a look and says “Who the hell doesn’t? Turn the volume up, I like this one.”
Hotch will be the exasperated father-slash-bother figure to you. He will give you narrow eyes and a suspicious look that says what are you up to this time but not-so-secretly find it amusing and like Garcia he will turn a blind eye whenever he can. Sometimes when the day is slow and only filled with paperworks he will go out of his office and send you a look and ask “Are you seriously playing paper toss in the bullpen right now?” and you were so ready to be given a pep talk about office professionality and all and he just gave you a rare smile and said “that’s a really bad aim.” He sometimes get absolutely concerned but overall unfazed whenever you and Emily up for something, most of the time when he is too tired to deal with it he just pretend nothing happened
Rossi is that one fun and a little drunk uncle who secretly feeds his niece candies behind the parent’s back, except he is giving you chances to do shits and will keep his mouth shut. He likes to feed everyone homemade pasta and you made a secret deal with him to exchange recipes. You will tell him some of your few homemade recipes from your grandmother and he will happily give you his family recipes too. He somehow treats the whole ordeal like a secret and illegal transaction and speaks like it is one that Hotch was concerned about for a little while.
Well, with Spencer, (since this blog is about romancing him so in this narrative we’ll also be romancing him), before you guys were dating, you guys were really good friends too. You would go to him and ask him randomly about book recommendations and he would lit up and give you a long ass list about a must-read book and where to find them. You’d listen to him rambling and sometimes gently tell him to slow down. I didn’t catch your words and you’d introduce him to Ghibli Movies and he would love Spirited Away the most. You also made him watch reality tv shows and he couldn’t really understand why you found it amusing but he dutifully watched it. You secretly aided him in his prank war with Morgan but absolutely no one knew and you boldly told everyone (but him) that Morgan and Reid’s prank war is none of your business.
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I need boy advice help!
kill him
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reidjumpers · 3 years
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we belong to you and me
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Spencer Reid x BAU!Reader
Warning/Includes: none! just fluff
Summary: small gestures that showcase how much Spencer and Reader loves one another
Note: this is more of the ‘5 times Spencer and Reader wordlessly say I love you + 1 time they did’ kind of thing except i don’t actually count how much they did it ahsahfhd. Mostly this is a short compilations of their love languages, also because I can’t commit to write longer fics lately hshdhg. ALSO THIS GIF OF MGG IS SO SWEET AND TENDER AAAAAAAAA. anyway, enjoy!!
Spencer could feel you slowly entwined your fingers and his together underneath the table. The silent and gentle three squeezes you sent him was like a breeze in a too hot summer day to his worry. Spencer lifted up his head to see your face, focus and solemn at the evidence board before you and he could practically see your gears turning. He let out a quiet sigh and sent you back three squeezes knowing that everything will be okay.
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It was already pitch black dark outside when you blinked your eyes open. The soft steady breathing coming from next to you was a stark contrast to the silence engulfed the room. You remembered watching a weather forecast saying that there will be some heavy snow tomorrow before you drifted off and wondered if it had already started. Quietly hopping off the bed to answer nature’s call from your beloved bladder, you noticed that your feet were no longer bare and covered in a mismatched pair of fuzzy socks. Spencer stirred in his sleep a little and rolled into the colder side of your shared bed, muttering something before he let out a long sigh. You smiled and made some mental note to cook his favorite food in the morning.
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A soft knock against the door brought Spencer outside his reverie. He smiled brightly when your head peeked through the crack, an equal and even brighter smile was on your face.
“I cut you some fruits,” you announced and made your way to his desk, sitting at the edge of it so casually. Spencer’s hands immediately made residence on your hips, head pressing into your stomach shamelessly in desperate need for immediate comfort. “I also made you some tea.”
“Green tea?”
“Your favorite.”
“You’re the best,” Spencer groaned, and he didn’t have to look up to see you rolling your eyes at him with a smile. “Marry me.”
“Sorry, I’m taken,” you flashed your engagement ring at his face. Spencer just smiled and shook his head, knowing it was him who put the ring on your finger.
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“You have me. It can just be us against the world. Share your pain with me.”
There was only a quiet sniffle as a response.
“I can’t fix your problem. But I can promise that I will be by your side and hold you while you fight your own struggles. I’m here. I’ll walk with you through everything, and if I no longer can walk, I’ll crawl.”
“You’ll be here? With me?”
“Every day. Every single second of it.”
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When you spotted the sink was squeaky clean including the countertops and the kitchen island, you had to stop in your tracks and blinked at the magical sight of it. You already spent twenty minutes mentally preparing yourself to clean the mess you made after indulging yourself in another session of stress baking instead of finishing your paperwork. The apartment was filled with numerous cookies and baked goods, even Spencer had to send off some of them to your friends.
“Hey, you were not in your study,” Spencer’s sudden appearance made you jump in the air. “I was about to ask if you’d like some pad thai for dinner.”
“That sounds great,” you muttered distractedly. “Did you clean the kitchen?”
“Uuh, yeah,” Spencer was equally distracted. He was already pressing numbers into his phone screen. “Do you want chicken basil too?”
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“The stepmother went to the grocery store. Some of the staff actually confirmed her presence and matched the explanation she gave us. She has a strong alibi,” Emily mused as she took a sip on her coffee. The diner in the small town where they were staying was buzzing with hungry patrons. “Damn, they have a good ass coffee.”
“If we were to match it with the few open cases the police have,” Spencer muttered and made a giant circle on his map that he picked up just right outside the diner with a red marker. “All of the dead bodies were found within a twenty mile radius. We have this area right here. This is the unsub’s disposal.”
Morgan thanked the waitress for his coffee with a small smile and craned his neck to take a look towards the map. “Try to pin down where all the kids were taken too. We might have a pattern.”
“They all were taken in broad daylight. The unsub must be someone they know or just didn’t scream stranger danger right away,” you mused. “Could be operating within the comfort zone where he lives.”
Spencer nodded and took one big bite towards his burger, eyes carefully examining every smallest detail of his map. He quietly pushed his plate towards your direction and uncapped his blue marker. “I save the last bite for you.”
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Spencer wordlessly pulled you closer, desperately killing any lingering distance between. You complied silently with a quiet huff, snuggling closer into his embrace and pressing your head into his collarbone. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat lulled you to sleep, matching your slow and steady one that prepared for deep slumber.
The rain was knocking your shared bedroom window outside. Spencer slipped his leg in between yours, limbs tangled with one another so there will be no space for distance separating both of you. He let out a sigh, feeling all the weariness of the day slowly leaving his body.
“I love you,” he whispered against your hair, half awake and half asleep.
“I love you more,” you replied with a gentle pat against his chest, yawning as you let slumber claim you.
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reidjumpers · 3 years
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Masterlist
Note: anything marked with (*) is a smut or have sexual undertone in it.
Spencer Reid
Series
Here Comes the Sun (dad!spencer universe 👀)
A journey of going through parenthood with Spencer.
One-shots
Love, Loved
Saying 'I love you' for the first time
Sunday Afternoon
Spencer asking you whether you want to have kids or not
edge of desire
Spencer receive a phone call from you in the middle of the night, and now a lot of emotions come to the surface.
Lover Boy *
Spencer got it bad for you. He knew that, it was one true fact he gladly made peace with.
if i'm honest, it feels like love
Late night driving with Spencer Reid
intertwined
Finding the perfect moment was hard, and maybe walking back was a good thing.
Minimal Loss
Minimal Loss episode reimagined, with reader take Emily's place.
we belong to you and me
small gestures that showcase how much Spencer and Reader loves one another
Blurbs
'You're such a tease'*
Dancing in the rain
Dad!Spencer
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we belong to you and me
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Spencer Reid x BAU!Reader
Warning/Includes: none! just fluff
Summary: small gestures that showcase how much Spencer and Reader loves one another
Note: this is more of the ‘5 times Spencer and Reader wordlessly say I love you + 1 time they did’ kind of thing except i don’t actually count how much they did it ahsahfhd. Mostly this is a short compilations of their love languages, also because I can’t commit to write longer fics lately hshdhg. ALSO THIS GIF OF MGG IS SO SWEET AND TENDER AAAAAAAAA. anyway, enjoy!!
Spencer could feel you slowly entwined your fingers and his together underneath the table. The silent and gentle three squeezes you sent him was like a breeze in a too hot summer day to his worry. Spencer lifted up his head to see your face, focus and solemn at the evidence board before you and he could practically see your gears turning. He let out a quiet sigh and sent you back three squeezes knowing that everything will be okay.
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It was already pitch black dark outside when you blinked your eyes open. The soft steady breathing coming from next to you was a stark contrast to the silence engulfed the room. You remembered watching a weather forecast saying that there will be some heavy snow tomorrow before you drifted off and wondered if it had already started. Quietly hopping off the bed to answer nature’s call from your beloved bladder, you noticed that your feet were no longer bare and covered in a mismatched pair of fuzzy socks. Spencer stirred in his sleep a little and rolled into the colder side of your shared bed, muttering something before he let out a long sigh. You smiled and made some mental note to cook his favorite food in the morning.
===
A soft knock against the door brought Spencer outside his reverie. He smiled brightly when your head peeked through the crack, an equal and even brighter smile was on your face.
“I cut you some fruits,” you announced and made your way to his desk, sitting at the edge of it so casually. Spencer’s hands immediately made residence on your hips, head pressing into your stomach shamelessly in desperate need for immediate comfort. “I also made you some tea.”
“Green tea?”
“Your favorite.”
“You’re the best,” Spencer groaned, and he didn’t have to look up to see you rolling your eyes at him with a smile. “Marry me.”
“Sorry, I’m taken,” you flashed your engagement ring at his face. Spencer just smiled and shook his head, knowing it was him who put the ring on your finger.
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“You have me. It can just be us against the world. Share your pain with me.”
There was only a quiet sniffle as a response.
“I can’t fix your problem. But I can promise that I will be by your side and hold you while you fight your own struggles. I’m here. I’ll walk with you through everything, and if I no longer can walk, I’ll crawl.”
“You’ll be here? With me?”
“Every day. Every single second of it.”
===
When you spotted the sink was squeaky clean including the countertops and the kitchen island, you had to stop in your tracks and blinked at the magical sight of it. You already spent twenty minutes mentally preparing yourself to clean the mess you made after indulging yourself in another session of stress baking instead of finishing your paperwork. The apartment was filled with numerous cookies and baked goods, even Spencer had to send off some of them to your friends.
“Hey, you were not in your study,” Spencer’s sudden appearance made you jump in the air. “I was about to ask if you’d like some pad thai for dinner.”
“That sounds great,” you muttered distractedly. “Did you clean the kitchen?”
“Uuh, yeah,” Spencer was equally distracted. He was already pressing numbers into his phone screen. “Do you want chicken basil too?”
===
“The stepmother went to the grocery store. Some of the staff actually confirmed her presence and matched the explanation she gave us. She has a strong alibi,” Emily mused as she took a sip on her coffee. The diner in the small town where they were staying was buzzing with hungry patrons. “Damn, they have a good ass coffee.”
“If we were to match it with the few open cases the police have,” Spencer muttered and made a giant circle on his map that he picked up just right outside the diner with a red marker. “All of the dead bodies were found within a twenty mile radius. We have this area right here. This is the unsub’s disposal.”
Morgan thanked the waitress for his coffee with a small smile and craned his neck to take a look towards the map. “Try to pin down where all the kids were taken too. We might have a pattern.”
“They all were taken in broad daylight. The unsub must be someone they know or just didn’t scream stranger danger right away,” you mused. “Could be operating within the comfort zone where he lives.”
Spencer nodded and took one big bite towards his burger, eyes carefully examining every smallest detail of his map. He quietly pushed his plate towards your direction and uncapped his blue marker. “I save the last bite for you.”
===
Spencer wordlessly pulled you closer, desperately killing any lingering distance between. You complied silently with a quiet huff, snuggling closer into his embrace and pressing your head into his collarbone. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat lulled you to sleep, matching your slow and steady one that prepared for deep slumber.
The rain was knocking your shared bedroom window outside. Spencer slipped his leg in between yours, limbs tangled with one another so there will be no space for distance separating both of you. He let out a sigh, feeling all the weariness of the day slowly leaving his body.
“I love you,” he whispered against your hair, half awake and half asleep.
“I love you more,” you replied with a gentle pat against his chest, yawning as you let slumber claim you.
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👀 reader in my fics is a cat mom so that makes spencer a cat dad!
SPENCER BEING A CAT DAD SPENCER BEING A CAT DAD SPENCER BEING A CAT DAD SPENCER BEING A CAT DAD SPENCER BEING A CAT DAD SPENCER BEING A CAT DAD
i love this so much
there was a fic about reader n spencer and there was smth to do with her cat…. does anyone know what it was???
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SHUT UPPPPPPPPPP THIS SO SO CUTE YO WTF I BE SMILING
oooh for the mgg social media thing what about being his best friend and coworker on cm and all the cute posts about each other and everyone ships the two of you 🥺<3
let me know what you guys think !!! y/n’s character’s name is alice idk it feels like it fits <3
tw// age gap (15 years)
[REQUESTS ARE CLOSED]
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yourinstagram the boys
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ynfan1 can’t wait for the new episode!!
ynfan2 🤍🤍🤍🤍
ajcook Why is Matthew in a box???
yourinstagram @/ajcook idk he’s always doing some weird shit
mggfan1 when are alice and spencer getting together i need it 😤
mggfan2 imagine getting to work with guys that are this hot
shemarfmoore I just wanted to enjoy my lunch and read my lines….
ynfan3 y/n and matthew supremacy
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gublergram i’m a 25 year old girl at heart.
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mggfan3 CRYING I SHIP THEM SO HARD
mggfan4 date already !!
yourinstagram my best friend is a 40 year old man what does that say about me 😐
gublergram @/yourinstagram it says you’re lucky as hell because i’m the best person ever
ynfan4 ‘best friend’ yeah ok
ynfan5 guys leave them alone he’s 15 years older than her they’re not gonna date 😭
kirstenvangsness ❤️❤️❤️
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yourinstagram the goob 😍
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ynfan6 THIS IS SO CUTE
ynfan7 the heart eyes ?????
gublergram ❤️
mggfan5 …..what
mggfan6 PLS TELL ME THEY’RE TOGETHER IRL
shemarfmoore He’s mine.
yourinstagram @/shemarfmoore back off grandpa
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mggfan7 crying
mggfan8 we lost him girls
yourinstagram alice looks great here
gublergram @/yourinstagram you should see her in the next episode
ynfan8 😍
ynfan9 if they’re dating i’ll scream (in a good way)
ajcook An angel
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yourinstagram alice and reid wildin
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ynfan10 WHAT THE FUCK
ynfan11 HAJWWTQYWJ
gublergram endgame or whatever the kids call it
yourinstagram @/gublergram yupppp
mggfan9 bi panic
mggfan10 not her posting the biggest spoiler from the episode
ajcook Finally
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reidjumpers · 3 years
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grrr I was thinking about starting a horror/thriller series of BAU team x reader (like, no romantic involvement but who knows 👀), and I actually have some nice coherent plans for it but I wonder if anyone interested. Yes by horror it kinda ghost-ly and supernatural themed.
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please i dont know how to process this information 😭
we are not forgetting his unhinged love for soft feet, however sadly i already knew that. this was a post of things i personally learnt from that podcast that i didnt know before lol
..i hate feet lmao
stop i think i made a jokey post about his foot fetish last year and there was OUTRAGE 😐😐 sorry for being HONEST 🙄🙄🙄
its awful and i hate him 💗
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reidjumpers · 3 years
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shut the fuck up i am crying he is so cute
things ive learnt abt mgg from pete holmes’ podcast
- he casually calls people ‘baby’ and ‘man’ and ‘bro/brother’ all the time and i love that
- he’s half mormon and went to mormon services as a kid
- ‘i like letting people do whatever they want to do as long as its not killing anybody’
- he’s been haunted by demons
- he doesn’t identify as an actor
- he lives with a guy named john
- his car blew up in 2007
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