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randomoutsiders · 2 months
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reader who gets babied and taken care of sooooo much by the bau <333 'cause she's the youngest yeah but she's also just a cutie and they can't resist !! JJ always has her favorite snacks on hand, derek lets her sleep on his big beefy shoulders on the plane and he will also let her listen to music with his headphones if she forgets her own, reid covers her with his blanket, etc etc etc they all have their own little ways of taking care of her/pampering her :'))) hotch takes her out to lunch once a week just to make sure she's doing well outside of work like !!!!! sob i need them
spencer won't admit it but he quite enjoys being out of the limelight. ripping off the metaphorical, tacky label that has sat perched on his pectoral with the messy scrawl of 'baby' etched in black ink has been long coming and he's happy to pass off the torch. and you're just as happy to take it, accepting the gracious title with warm embraces and grateful smiles.
the carpeted floor sways underneath your heels, and your hand grapples for the plastic arch beside your head, careful not to slosh the full mug of coffee over onto your new blouse. "jeez, wasn't expecting any turbulence. jj, didn't you check the weather report this morning?"
the blonde pulls an earplug out of her ear, dropping the tablet on the small, rickety table in front of her. "yeah, all i got were clear skies. it shouldn't last long, i don't think."
you settle into a seat next to derek, balancing the beverage on the a similar table. you nudge his shoulder with your own, lips curling into a docile simper. "what about you, smart guy? didn't notice the tea you spilled all over the table?" you quip across the table, and spencer scrambles to glance over the newspaper in hand.
he scowls when he realizes your jab, and you settle in comfortably in the leather, taking the earpiece that derek is offering you from the right. "i'm sorry," you fib, disguising another smile behind the rim of your mug. "it was too easy."
derek's cheeks dimple when he shakes his head, scrolling through a meaningless playlist of songs curated for your liking. "easy tiger, that's my job."
"thought your job was tackling the bad guys, morgan," you bemuse with a sly look, nudging spencer's foot underneath the table in sign of unspoken truce.
your head drops off to the side, finding comfort in the bend of derek's broad shoulders. "i don't know how you drink that stuff," rossi scoffs in his passing by, eyes rolling as if on cue. "i'll show you what real coffee tastes like."
"i think you just got an invitation to rossi's house, sweetheart," emily pipes up from beside jj, forgetting her novel momentarily. "congratulations."
the older male hums in indignation, settling in beside spencer. "i don't have a house. i have a mansion."
you curl an arm around morgan's bicep, cuddling in closer to the heat that seems to radiate from the muscle. "i'm terribly excited, rossi. what else am i getting?"
the gentleman's lips quirk upward and he rests a ringed hand on the table, which you take with gratitude. "anything you want, amore mio. anything you want."
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wardengrill · 2 months
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Aaron Hotchner, Jason Gideon, Derek Morgan, Spencer Reid in The Aftermath
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snarkylinda · 8 months
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Holy shit was "Go to hell" too basic for you?
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madsmadeit · 3 months
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he’s just so 😍 sometimes. (every second of every day)
THIS PICTURE OMG.??
me and capcut r best friends😇
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witter-potter · 3 months
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SPENCER HASTINGS Pretty Little Liars (Season 1)
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observaureium · 11 months
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my favorite cm opening scene of all time. everything about this is perfect from emily getting hit square in the forehead and then wanting to see it again to "physics...magic" to spencer's adorable grinch face to them implying spencer has done this before and to HOTCH SMILING
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cptnleviackerman · 4 months
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candles and cuddles
spencer reid x gn reader
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Spencer comes home from a day out in the city and finds you feeling overwhelmed and tired, so he helps you get the rest you need to recharge yourself. content - fluff, comfort, cuddles words - 2.2k
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The keyrings rattling outside in the hallway stir you from your thoughts and you smile briefly, knowing that this means Spencer will be walking through the door any second now. You can hear him struggle to get the key separate from all the keyrings, and you can’t help but feel giddy. Despite the fact that you know he likes to keep his keys fairly free and accessible, he still uses all the keyrings that you’ve gotten him from the various trips you have taken, both with and without him.
“I bought this really cool book. Come and read it with me?” Spencer asks, his voice alerting you to his presence, now inside your shared apartment.
You look up from your spot on the sofa, tilting your head to indicate your question. 
“Would you like me to explain what the book is about?” His voice is gentle; in the same way a hot bath can soothe achy muscles, his voice soothes the aches in your soul.
You nod your head in response, straightening your back and stretching your legs out in front of you. You had been sitting in the same spot for the last few hours, waiting for Spencer to get back from town. He had been out shopping and had stopped for lunch somewhere with Derek, leaving you to fend for yourself at home for the afternoon. You’d managed to get a couple of the chores done from the long list you’d given yourself, but for some reason once the dusting in the lounge was completed you had found yourself almost completely devoid of motivation.
“Are you sure?” He pauses before adding, “are you okay?”
He puts his bag down without looking at the floor, and steps towards you. His eyebrows knit in worry and confusion, your lack of words seemingly causing him to be concerned for you. 
You clear your throat before speaking. 
“Yes I'm sure. I'm okay, I promise.” You give a small half smile to try and back up your words, and to try and convince Spencer, but by the look on his face you know he doesn't believe you. Goddamn profilers. 
“Did you have a good afternoon?”
You hope that asking him a couple questions will help to ease you back into talking, but your voice is very small when you first speak, and you assume it's because you haven't spoken out loud since he left. 
“Yes, we did, thank you. Derek was unhappy about being dragged around to all the small, dingy bookstores, his words not mine, but I think he forgave me after I bought him lunch.”
You can't help but let out a small laugh at that, it does sound a lot like Derek, he loves to tease Spencer. Even more so when they’re both out shopping and Spencer is trying to buy new books, he’s said to you before that Derek finds his need for over checking and going back and forth a million times between stores a little excessive sometimes, all to ensure the perfect book is bought, but you know Derek only means it lovingly. He'd never say or do anything hurtful towards Spencer intentionally. 
“That sounds about right.” You answer with a laugh. 
Spencer is right in front of you now, having removed his scarf and coat, leaving them untidily thrown about on the nearest chair. 
You feel the sofa dip under Spencer’s weight, and you can tell by his short sigh that he wants to ask you if you're okay again, but you speak before he's able to. 
“It's okay Spence, I really am okay. Just tired I think.”
Spencer nods, willing himself not to keep prying. He knows if something was really wrong you would tell him, he just needs to give you some time first. He has come to know your ticks and quirks quite well now, the two of you had decided to move in together almost a year ago now, and you had been friends long before your romantic relationship started, so he is familiar with how your brain works. 
He watches you as you shut your laptop and place it on the table, his eyes following your hands as he shuffles back into the sofa to get comfortable. As you lean back Spencer puts his arm around you, bringing you closer to his side. You let out an audible breath of relief at the contact, something that doesn't go unnoticed by Spencer. 
“Do you want to take a nap with me?” Spencer asks, squeezing your shoulder with his hand. 
“Spence, you know I'm not good with na—”
“I know, but resting can help with feelings of exhaustion, even if you don't actually fall asleep. It's important to let yourself rest in order to help boost your mood, and resting can also help reduce stress and improve your creativity and motivation.” He pauses, tilting his head to look at you, before adding, “I don't want you to burn yourself out.”
Spencer punctuates the end of his sentence with a smile, and you can't help but smile back. The ways in which he wants to help and look after you never fail to make you happy. 
“Okay,” you agree, “let's go to bed for a bit.”
You can tell Spencer is happy you said yes by the way he jumps up almost immediately, extending his hand toward you and practically pulling you to your feet. You let out a laugh as he drags you to your shared bedroom, watching as he struggles to hold your hand and get the room organised enough for you both to relax on the bed comfortably at the same time. 
“Spence, it's okay, I'll sit.” 
He looks at you as if he'd forgotten you were still attached to his hand, almost as though he'd become so used to your presence beside him that he hadn't even thought to let your hand go, even if it meant he'd be able to organise the room better. 
Spencer had long considered you a part of him, almost since the very first moment he had met you. The way you seemed to light up the room as soon as you entered, your smile was warm and inviting, and your voice… He had never heard anything like it. He hadn't turned around upon your entrance on that first day, he knew that Emily had invited a friend to the bar, but he was focused on watching Derek play pool against Rossi. Although, more accurately, he was focused on telling Derek the precise ways in which he was bound to lose the game; the way his stance was wrong, the way his hold on the cue was wrong and how he was breathing at all the wrong times in order to make the perfect shot. But as soon as he heard you introduce yourself to JJ and Penelope his head had whipped around, his eyes falling on you immediately. There was no mistaking his feeling in that moment, he needed to know you. 
And he hasn't lost that feeling in all the years he'd known you, it had grown and changed as the two of you had become more and more familiar. What once was needing to know you, had then changed to needing to hear you, needing to see you, and now, needing to be near you.
Even as he gently let go of your hand and watched you quickly sit on the edge of your bed he wished he was nearer to you. He wished he could feel your soft skin against his, and feel your chest rise and fall with your breathing.
His longing made his organisation an entertaining thing to watch. His steps were hurried, his feet tumbling over each other and you were surprised he hadn't fallen head over heels yet. You placed your hands on the bed behind you, leaning back onto them slightly as your eyes followed Spencer around the room. He was caught in his own world and luckily didn’t notice your staring, although you could feel your face heat up at the thought of him catching you. He was focused on clearing the bed at first, he had moved the scattered papers and books left there from your morning in bed, and had moved them onto the chair beside you. Next he had ensured all the curtains were closed, only left open the tiniest crack to allow some of the air to flow in from the open window. He had then flicked off the main overhead light, choosing to turn on the warm bedside lamp on his side of the bed instead. And finally, he fluffed up your pillow, turning to you when he was done and extending his hand towards you, stretching it as far as you could in a bid to get closer to you.
Smiling, you accepted his hand, allowing him to pull you to your feet and lead you towards your side of the bed. He had left your favourite green fleece blanket at the end of the bed, and as soon as you laid down he wasted no time before placing it over your body. You smiled, wiggling a little to get comfy. Spencer checked the room one last time, as though he needed everything to be perfect for you, and paused. You weren't sure what he was doing. At first all you could see was his back as he rummaged through a draw, but it didn't take long for you to realise his idea once he turned to face you. He was holding a matchbook.
“Which scent?” He asks simply.
“Hmmmm,” you tilt your head and purse your lips while you think. “I don’t know, there’s so many— Oh! How about the white jasmine and sandalwood candle you got me last week? I haven't had a chance to use it yet.”
Spencer nods, and wordlessly walks to your bedside to light the candle. He smiles as he watches you slowly close your eyes, happy that you’ve given yourself some time to rest.
“Spence? Are you going to continue watching me, or are you going to come and join me under this blanket?” 
His smile widens to a grin at your words.
“Sorry, sorry, I’m coming.”
And, true to his word, after barely a minute he is next to you. 
You curl your body towards his, lifting your neck so he can slot his arm underneath it. You can feel Spencer bouncing his foot ever so slightly underneath the blanket, and you smile, leaning further into his chest. You hadn't realised how tired you had been, but you feel it now. You take a deep breath, wanting to relax yourself even more. You can smell the outside on Spencer’s shirt, a fact that, although is not unsurprising, does make you a tad disappointed. Until you met Spencer you never realised how addicting it can be to be enveloped in a partner’s smell, you never realised that a smell could make you feel so relaxed and so calm. Draping your leg across Spencer’s body you take another not so subtle sniff, trying to smell that familiar mix of vanilla, coconut and coffee.
“Are you smelling me?”
You bury your face in his chest before answering, and you feel Spencer squeeze your arm.
“Yes.” You whisper.
“You like how I smell?” His question is genuine, but his voice is small—almost as though he was afraid of the answer.
You crane your neck upwards to look at Spencer.
“Yes.” You whisper again, with a smile on your lips.
You feel your cheeks warm as Spencer looks at you, you think he must be looking for a sign of teasing on your face. 
When he doesn't find one he pulls you even tighter against his chest.
“Thank you.” He breaths, the words barely perceptible. 
You smile, wrapping your arms around him as best as you can from this angle, and you feel his other arm lay on your side. His touch completely surrounds you, and you can hear his heart beating in his chest. The rhythm relaxes you, and coupled with the candle and the dim lit room, you find your eyes beginning to feel heavy. You know sleep is not far away now. 
“I love you Spence.” You whisper. “Thank you for looking after me.”
Spencer watches you as you finish speaking, he loves that he was able to help you this afternoon. And, despite your regular insistence that you can't nap, he feels your head go heavy and he can hear your breathing change. He knows you must be practically asleep now, but he doesn’t mind, he always has his thoughts to keep him company, and luckily when you’re in his arms he knows it will always be the good thoughts, and never the bad ones.
“I love you too, baby.” 
Spencer’s voice is quiet so as to not disturb your peaceful rest, but he hopes you hear him. He hopes you are able to hear what his actions say to you.
I love you, I love you, I love you
You mean everything to me
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spentfromspence · 11 months
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Season 1 Reid: I quit, heres my badge and gun.
Hotch: You're not qualified to carry a gun...Spencer where did you get this!?
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lustforreid · 6 months
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guys it’s bones. he has bones. k bye.
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cumulo-stratus · 3 months
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<3
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Imagine making this little cutie pie all flustered and blushing <3
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tenpintsofsundrop · 7 months
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Just saw another person use the term "unaliving" in the warnings for their Criminal Minds fanfic
Bestie, this is the murder kill strangle stab fandom. PLEASE for the love of god stop using toddler language to describe fics for a show where people had their eyeballs stolen and put into dead animals
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randomoutsiders · 2 months
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omg imagine spencer in his new baby daddy phase. him spitting out random useless facts about babies in the night while reader is tryna get her shit together and go to bed and she's like shut the fuck up, if you want to talk- talk to your baby."
toning solution, still un-slathered, is drying on your cheek as you turn around spencer, bracing your body with a hand against his bicep when you try to work around him. "sorry, what was that, honey?" you find your basket of cotton pads, hauling it up from its shelf and onto the bathroom counter.
the man, already clad in his buffalo print pants and grey, crew neckline t-shirt, struggles to stay out of your path. "i was just saying that there's no reason to be wary about nellie's sleep pattern. in fact, it's quite healthy that's she's waking up so often, angel. infants have quite the high metabolic rate, and waking up so often just indicates that her digestive system is working."
next up is moisturizer, and you're smearing the white stuff over your forehead when you give spencer a stern look that he misses when he chases you out of the bathroom. "oh? is that why my tits hurt so much?"
his dedication is undeterred, and your footstep are quiet as you pad out into the hallway and slip into the nursery, checking on the aforementioned baby as she slumbers, sprawled on her back, in the crib.
you thud against spencer's chest when you turn back around, and with tacky hands, you nudge at his chest to walk around him. "oh, and their brains are rapidly developing," his voice is hushed now, not wanting to rise your daughter from sleep, "and their sleep patterns reflect this neurological maturation. as they get older, their brains start to induce a more regular sleep-wake pattern."
you pull back the heavy duvet in your return to the bedroom, ready to glide under its soft embrace for the few hours that penelope will grant you. spencer follows the action, reaching over to thumb away a spot of cream that lingers at your temple. "can't you just tell her brain to work already? mama needs some sleep."
your head hits the pillow and fatigue yanks down at your eyelids as if they're tied to 10 pound weights. spencer's presence, typically a soothing one, irks you more, however, when he opens his mouth. "well as adults, we're more-"
"hey spence?" you complain through a yawn.
"yeah, honey?"
you crack an eye open, nearly giggling about the furrowed pull of his brow. "shut up about the baby. mama is tired."
spencer's cheeks rouge, and you reach under the blankets to squeeze comfortingly at his palm. "sorry, sorry, i know. i'm just a bit jet lagged and i.." he scratches at the nape of his neck. "my sleep schedule is off. i'm sorry."
you squeeze again, and his long fingers wind around your wrist. you wriggle in closer, nose clunking against his, and you kiss at the pout that worries at his lips. "actually, y'know what? this shit's better than the gross serial killer shit you're always babbling about. tell me all about our little girl's development.... then i might actually fall asleep tonight."
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judeswhore · 1 year
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spencer and his stupid cardigans and stupid sweater vests and stupid purple scarves and stupid mismatched socks🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻
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snarkylinda · 6 months
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The fucking delivery killed me here- the resigned "I got an email" like that was the most aggravating and pressing issue that this room had ever discussed 💀
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mggsv · 9 months
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Matthew’s little tongue bite thing he does when he smiles is so adorable i can’t not talk about it
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whoisspence · 8 days
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pov: on a sunday morning spencer invites you to hangout at his place and you spend the whole day with him, he was feeling down, bored and lonely and there's only one person that can make him feel better, only one person that can make all his problems and worries disappear, you
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