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plutoispurplw · 2 months

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Cardigan PT2

Summary: Spencer is feeling guilty and reader is nervous about the pregnancy.

Couple: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Angst, Spencer being a bad boyfriend, mention of miscarriage (not the actual baby), pregnancy nausea.

A/N: appreciate this and plss reblog

note: English is not my first language and I'm accepting requests!

The days passed. The team tried to reach out to you, to talk about what happened but you didn't answer except when Penelope called you.

She was the only one who knew about your pregnancy, she probably would be worried about you and the baby so you decide to answer.

"Hi Y/N, what are you doing?" Her voice sounded animated, it felt warm and made you comfortable to talk, she was the person you could talk to right now.

"Doing laundry at my friend's house, I need to do something to keep my mind clear."

"Dear I know you don't wanna talk about him but have you told him about the baby?" Her voice was empathetic, you know she was worried about your mental health and you hiding your pregnancy from him.

For a moment you felt your eyes start to crystallize, the wound was still new and it hurt. "I couldn't, how could I if he had been acting weird for the past months?"

"You're gonna come back?" She asks you again, her voice sounding more sentimental and nostalgic. You didn't wanna leave her too like Derek had to.

"I still don't know but we're gonna still be friends so don't worry, you can't escape from me." You try to comfort her with your words but you still feel like it doesn't work, you decide to send her a photo of the ultrasound where the baby was a little visible.

When she saw the photo she nearly yelled with enthusiasm. "She or he looks so cute already, I can't wait to buy baby clothes and toys."

"Me too."

Two weeks later you came back to the BAU office, and everyone looked surprised to see you there, you supposed that they already knew about the fight and that you left the apartment but not the reason why.

When Spencer saw you he looked guilty, you could notice small changes in him because, after all, you're the one who has been waking up by his side for almost three years.

The dark bags under his eyes were more noticeable and his expression looked like he hadn't been sleeping well all these days. His hair looks a little more messy. The guilt was eating him alive

Jennifer couldn't look at you when she saw you she walked to another place in the office, you decided to try to be the most civilized you could with them but it was hard.

How could she listen to you talking about Spencer being less affectionate with you and acting more distant while she knew the reason?

The only reason why you haven't yelled at her was because she had been supporting you after you had a miscarriage, she hugged you telling you that she knew how you felt. She comforts you

That's what hurt you the most, that they decided to lie to you in the face, that they acted like nothing was happening and yes, they never had an affair but the feeling was there, the stares, the internal jokes, everything. She loved him after all these years and he maybe loved her too.

You couldn't bear that thought.

You only talked to Spencer when was necessary in the cases, there was always a certain tension in the air when you both talked. The anger maybe or the sadness, maybe a mix of both.

You thought many times about finally telling him about your pregnancy. When you were pregnant the first time and you told him he cried, he was so happy about knowing he was gonna have a child and that he was gonna be a father.

He promises you to never be like his father and always take of both of you. He took care of you like you were a porcelain doll that could break if the air was strong.

When the miscarriage happened he stayed with you in the hospital, holding you while you cried. He was the reason why you got up from the bed even on the worst days.

In another case you were throwing up in the bathroom, the pregnancy nausea was the worst thing you ever had experience and the worst part was trying to hide it from the team.

When you got out of the bathroom Spencer was there and he looked concerned about you. "Are you feeling well? You have been throwing up these last days."

"Yes, I'm just feeling bad because of something I ate." You try to convince him but you can see in his eyes that he didn't believe a word of what you said.

"I wanna talk to you about something, after this case, you wanna go to the apartment to talk? You don't have to come back but I need to talk with you." He sounded nervous, it was the first time he looked you in the eyes after everything.

Surprisingly you decide to go accept. "It would be okay." Maybe you could listen to whatever he says, it wouldn’t hurt, wouldn’t it?

It was time to tell him the truth, for the sake of the baby and your mental health, you live worried about having a miscarriage again. Sometimes you fall asleep after crying for the baby.

After the case ended and everyone was back again in Quantico, you decided to go to Spencer's apartment, your apartment.

When you knock on the door you hear things moving inside and footsteps, after a moment Spencer opens the door. "Hi Y/N" He gave you a small smile, the most precious smile you ever seen.

"Hi, Spencer." You try to make your voice more gentle and you smile at him too. You cover your belly with your bag, just trying to cover your pregnancy for a couple of minutes more.

He moved to the side and let you pass, the apartment looked clean, and you noticed something on the coffee table of the living room, there was a gift bag of your favorite color. When you saw it Spencer took the bag and moved it to the bedroom, maybe it wasn't for you.

You walk towards the couch and sit on it, Spencer sits on the opposite side. The silence was awkward, you were playing with your bracelet waiting for him to talk.

"I'm sorry" When you turned to look at him you found him looking at you, his eyes were filled with affection again, it was like before.

"I'm sorry for being for distant from you, you didn't deserve it, I was an idiot for treating you like that and making you have questions all the time." His voice sounds regretful, his eyes stay on yours. "I'm not gonna ask you to forgive me if you can't, if you want you can stay in the apartment and I move out, you don't have to worry about anything."

You felt tears running down your cheeks, this was the end? If it was you decide to ask him the only question you want an answer "You love Jennifer?"

He stayed quiet and you thought the worst when you tried to get up he stopped you. "No, I don't love her, I was confused about my feelings for her but right now I promise you that I don't love her."

He got closer to you and wiped your treacherous tears from your cheeks, he cupped your face with gentle hands, hands that caressed your skin like it was silk. "I love you, you're the love of my life and If you wanna stay with me I do whatever you want, I can stop being her friend, we can move to another state, whatever you want."

You started to cried harder, you felt his arms involving your body like a warm blanket. Your face was hiding on his chest, pouring your tears on his shirt. You felt at peace right now but deep inside the sadness was still there, haunting you like a ghost.

He then tried to kiss you but you pulled away from him. He look at you confused waiting for you to say something. "I still don't know if I can forgive you Spencer. I'm still very hurt by everything and I feel like if I take a decision right now I would be rushing everything." Your voice was apologetic even if you didn't do anything wrong here, but still you felt guilty.

He gave you a slightly nod, a silent way of telling that it was fine. "It's okay, you don't have to take a decision right now, I will wait." He look regretful, you could see right through him and all you see was him feeling like he didn't deserve your forgiveness, a part of you felt like this too.

All the next week Spencer had been avoiding you and you also notice that he wasn't longer talking with Jennifer, just if it was necessary for the cases. On the weekend you were back in his apartment to take dinner with him that was more like talking and telling him about the baby.

While you were having dinner, you could't keep the secret anymore from him.

"Spencer, I'm pregnant." You whisper to him, he stop moving for a moment after hearing those words falling from your lips, the unbearable pressure on you was gone, it was lifted from your chest letting you breathe freely after a a long time.

When his genius brain started working again he got up from the chair and walked towards you, he pulled you from the chair too, his arms embraced you in a blink, his face hiding on your neck.

You feel how your body was being crushed in the most loving way in the world.

He pulled you from his embrace enough to see your face, he couldn't believe it. "How long have you know about the pregnancy?" His words were serious but you still could feel the happiness from knowing that he was gonna be a father.

"Since almost three months ago, before it happen all of this." His expression become remorseful, the happiness that he had gotten only moments ago was gone again like the waves of the ocean.

He then stopped hugging you and left the room for a moment, and minutes later he was back with the gift from earlier, and he handed it to you like it was fragile. "Open it, it's a gift for you."

When you open it you found a vinyl from your favorite artist and a pearl bush tone cardigan that had sewn stars of a gray tone. You took the cardigan from the bag and tried on your body, it was a little big for your body but you didn't mind.

"You think you can give me second chance?" He whisper against your hair, voice that sounded hopeful for your forgiveness.

You still were conflicted by everything but you know he was your baby's father, you would always be linked to him. A invisible string was tying you to him.

So you said the words that your mind keep telling you to wait more before speaking them. "I give you second chance."

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holyshittywritings · 3 months

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Some words are complete poetry themselves.

What does it matter?

Even thinking about you makes my chest ache

I cannot even say one word to you.

#word #words #spilled feelings #spilled thoughts #original content #original writing #writing #spilled ink #poetry #night thoughts #night writing

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sanddollarpoems · 3 months

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I must have loved the northern winds

Somewhere in a past life

I must have lived in the slanted sunshine

As it crests over earth's curve

I must have wandered dampened shores

Heavy with winter fog

I must have loved the northern lights

As they flickered across the sky

I must have made my home in the solitude

Of the lonely northern plains

#sanddollarpoems #spilled ink #poem #poetry #quick write #night writing

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darkcottoncandy · 1 year

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The thing is people are so busy trying to find their 'perfect love' that they end up losing their 'true love'. Love doesn't come with the most beautiful eyes or the most attractive nose or body. It comes sometimes in the most normal eyes, a crooked nose and not so perfect teeth.

Love doesn't come only if someone looks appealing to you,it comes when someone feels like home to you. When their absence drives you crazy and their presence brings you peace. Love comes in the most unexpected way but we sometimes ignore it because it doesn't seem the way we thought it would be. We question it, we try to talk us out of it, we try to shut it out but still from somewhere it peeks right inside our heart and gently takes it place. And then suddenly that slightly crooked nose feels perfect and those normal eyes become the only pair of eyes that can light up your whole life.

Looks are temporary but how a person makes you feel is something that is permanent. If they love you for your craziness, for your smiles, for your passion, for your dreams, for your demons and for everything that holds you together. That's perfect love.

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crookedlandvoid · 2 years

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it's two in the morning. i have my bedroom windows open. i'm sitting in front of said windows, writing a paper because i can't sleep. the breeze drifts in, cooling me. i'm listening to midnight city by m83 at 50 on my laptop. i don't want this moment to end, for i feel like i'm floating. things feel perfect, as if i've never had a single bad day in my life. i don't want this moment to end, because i know when it does, i'll spend my nights chasing this feeling.

#writers on tumblr #writing #late night #late nite #night writing

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wordsaladsenpai · 10 days

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Pouring my heart out but it’s all just blood. Why must you let me be vulnerable? Why must you let me bleed? Will you pick my pieces up and sew them back together? Is my brash bloody beating heart too broken to mend? Stitch me close with the red thread, coagulation crusted crimson healed with sticky hands pressed down upon my chest. The river flows so feverishly, the hot viscous blood boils like that of a volcano. Lava cools, this dark red liquid finally stops and slows, and a beautiful marble statue lays and hardens in the ash. Marbled beyond the rough embers of Pompeii. I rest for the power invested in me has drained. Sometimes we must cut ourselves open to let our life force mingle with the rain. It’s pain. Anguishing. But to find one another we must not refrain. The closest to us will once more deal the final blow. So blow a kiss farewell and release yourself from this inflicted hell. Love is good. Love is fine. You give me your heart and I’ll give you mine.

Late night writing: don’t know what to name this yet

#poetry #writers on tumblr #writing #night writing #tumblr fyp #artists on tumblr #quotes #late night thoughts #late night writing #deep feelings #deep writing #feelings #sentimental

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the-knucklesverse · 3 months

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Are any of the Knuckles a pure bean? If so, can we get a story featuring him?

We do indeed have some pure bean Knuckles.

The adorable and endearing, (yet often mischievous) Little Z.

The cheerful and engaging, Lavender!

The supportive and caring big bro, Boom!

The dragon with the spirit of a golden retriever, Quetzal!

These four are almost never seen angry and never hide that soft heart that almost all Knuckles' share. If someone's having a day or feeling bit down, one of these four will be more than willing to assist with kiddy shenanigans, a cheerful attitude, the big bro vibes or some dragon mandated rest.

And then we have some honorary pure beans in our quieter and more timid, Jax, Gnarly and Yunuen who aren't quite the same as the four above, but these three are unlikely to start a fight or behave aggressively. (These three have been through a lot and must be handled with care)

Now, please enjoy a little wholesome story featuring Z and Lavender, under the cut. ~~ Night

The idea struck Lavender out of nowhere, and whatever was previously on the table was shoved aside in favour of a collection of art and craft supplies. She laid out the pens, pencils and thread in a manner that was messy, but organised to her. She then got to work, smiling all the while.

Her task was simple, but it was going to be a long one. Create a handmade, custom accessory for every Knuckles here. They may all be versions of the same person, but each of them were unique and would need careful thought put into what she made, and while she didn't know now what she was going to make everyone she hoped she'd work it out along the way.

Her first idea was for her sister, she liked things to be practical and serve a purpose, so a band to tie back her spines would do just fine. And while her sister would be fine with just a plain band, Lavender absolutely had to add some flare. Some nice traditional echidna designs would make a wonderful addition.

After about an hour it started to dawn on her that she may have bitten off more than she could chew. With only one gift completed and no solid plans for anyone else, she was stumped and the last fifteen minutes had been spent twirling a pencil around in her ungloved claws. She likely would have spent fifteen more minutes doing nothing but twirling the pencil around if she had not gotten distracted by the sound of little feet moving in an uneven gait in her direction. The closer the footsteps came the more she was able to make out the sound of laughter as well as annoyed, piratey yells that could only come from one echidna.

Little Z came round the corner moments later with the same mischievous grin and giggle he always wore after a prank went off successfully. She had to commend his skill in pranking, and if one of the prank wars between her and her sister ever made it's way here she would certainly be recruiting the little zombie onto her team before her sister got the chance to.

Lavender peered around the corner expecting to see Dread run in grumbling about whatever mischief Z got up to but her action only made Z giggle even harder.

"If you're looking for Dread, he won't be following."

"He won't be?"

"Uh-uh. I got him with a bucket of soapy water. He's gotta go rinse himself now."

Lavender grew a smile to match Little Z's. Dread did smell awful rather often, it was like he took pride in poor hygiene sometimes. "Well you've saved our noses for a while. Well done, Z." She stood up and gave a little silly bow to Z, which he promptly returned in just as silly of a way

"So that's what I've been up to," He swung his arms back and forth as he spoke. "What are you doing?"

Lavender returned her gaze to her craft and huffed. She wanted it to be a surprise to all, but there was no point in hiding it now that Z was here.

"I wanted to make nice accessories for you all. But now I'm completely stumped. I haven't been here long enough to make anything as special and personalized as i made for my sister."

The little zombie somehow became even more excited and began to bounce on his heels "Oh! Oh! I can help! I know lots of little things the other Knuckles like!"

Lavender perked up and hope that she would actually accomplish this project filled her with energy. "Oh please tell me, i've been stuck for so long on this!"

"Don't worry, I got this!" Z shuffled over, grabbing some paper and pencil on the way and stood next to her. "Nile likes to be all fancy and formal. We gotta make him something that uses lots of traditional markings."

"Ooh and Ren likes to hang round the garden doesn't he? Lets make him something flowery he can put on his hat or something!"

"Good idea! For Cyber we'll have to make it a decoration since he wont be able to wear it, OH! and also I got a great Idea for Wachowski!" The two's voices became almost unintelligible to all but each other from the pure excitement coursing through them and many ideas quickly began to get scribbled down and the project was reignited.

Many hours, an one unfortunate incident with glitter later, and all the gifts were completed.

#knucklesverse #knucklesverse writing #knucklesverse ask #zombie knuckles #lavender knuckles #night writing

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rythebluealien · 6 months

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Brownie bits

I hate loving.

I hate loving everyone around me.

I hate loving every single being I see.

I hate loving the entire world, except me.

I hate crushing every fiber of my personality so that people would love me

I hate putting everyone above me.

I hate loving my friends as much as I do.

As they all take a bit of my being with them too.

They all take a bit, a tiny, brownie shaped bit of me

17. Seventeen bits.

I can name all of them, every single one.

All of the people who took my heart.

It scares me, of course it does.

I wish I didn't trust so easily.

I don't think I could bear to be hurt again, not by people like them.

It would kill me.

This is why you don't give out all of you to people you don't know,

How dumb can one be?

Giving out all the pieces of your heart,

So that in the end, there's no longer anything left for you.

#night writing #writers and poets #writing #writers on tumblr #poems on tumblr #poem #original poem #poets on tumblr #poetry #3am thoughts

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liytsnightwrites · 5 months

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Kelebek gibi hissediyorum bazen, birisi kanatlarımı koparmışta fark edememişim bile

Bense izlemişim yanımdan uçup gidenleri

#fantasy #aestethic #elden ele #ruh sağlığı #night #night writing #writers on tumblr #writeblr #aşk ile #night sky #ruhum yoruldu #butterfly #kelebek

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yourchaand · 11 months

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maybe I should have wanted less

but maybe you should have given more

atleast enough to fill the bowl in me

the same way I filled yours

was it really much

that I asked for,

some company,

to be assured?

was it really much

that I asked for,

to be loved,

to be adored?

did it kill you to pour respect?

not a drop my bowl bore

yet I filled from an empty jug,

into a barren hole

maybe I should have wanted less

but maybe you should have given more

my bowl remains still empty

atleast now I don't fill yours

-icy (@yourchaand)

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plutoispurplw · 2 months

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Question?

I'm from Mexico and I have said it in the past. And I have notice something, that like more than twenty persons always like my posts when I'm sleeping (I sleep at 1AM) So now I have this question about In what continent are the people who read my posts. (Request are open)

#small account #small writer #plutoispurple #taylor swift #criminal minds #wonka 2023 #doctor spencer reid #one shot fluff #smut #fluff #night writing #writers on tumblr #dune part two #Countrys #Questions

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holyshittywritings · 4 months

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"Your worth is not measured

by what others think of you

but by what you believe in yourself."

- such a famous motivation.

but to not honestly know

what they think of you,

make assumptions of what they do

from actions unknown,

when the self doesn't believe;

pride is a sin.

Can I beg for the truth now?

limitations do not surprise me,

astonish me with the answer, new,

What colour do you see

that I'm born blind to?

#self worth #famous quotes and their meaning for me #original content #original writing #writing #spilled ink #my poem #poetry #original poetry #original poem #poems #my poems #spilled thoughts #night thoughts #night writing

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darkcottoncandy · 11 months

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It easier to talk about things that are simple. The hardest conversations are those when you get a brain freeze, when you don't know what to say next and all you can do is stare at the person in front of you hoping that if they can just get it somehow without you uttering a single word. And i know this has happened to all of us at some point of time.

But honestly it's not that we don't know what to say next, it's just we don't know how to convert our feeling into words. How to put such raw emotions into a phrase that the other person may not even understand to the level you are experiencing it. We are not afraid of talking about the complicated things, we are just afraid of being misunderstood.

And that's why we all deserve that one person who can try to understand us. Because when someone understands, conversations automatically become effortless. And those words that were so difficult to form once, flows out of your heart without any barrier.

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