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hereforhalstead · 3 days
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Okay but what about Spencer coming home late to find you working on a case, papers everywhere and so focused that you barely hear him come in and as he tries to convince you to go to bed you keep brushing him off with the ‘just 5 more minutes’
He begrudgingly takes himself off to bed but when he finally decides to get up a while later after countless attempts to sleep, he drags himself out with those puppy dog eyes to try and be mad at you for working yourself so hard but he actually just wants to tell you how he struggles to sleep without you besides him
I’m so weak
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matthewsgreybubbles · 1 month
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I like my men a little bit traumatized.
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cumulo-stratus · 12 days
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Prison reid appreciation post 🙏
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reidsbabi · 27 days
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thinking about cuddling with spencer reid, his phobia of germs completely disappears when youre in his arms. skin pressed against skin, a thin blanket littered over your guys bodies. his hands wrapped around your waist, lips pressed against the crook in your neck breathing softly.
your throat scratching for water, inching forward spencer's grip becoming stronger. his groans of disappointment following shortly after. "i just need to get some water" you say softly brushing the curls out of his eyes.
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Prison Reid will always have my heart. I’d drop everything for prison reid 😩😍🥵🧎🏼‍♀️
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entrop-y · 1 year
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the real tragedy of spencer reid: a character analysis
the real tragedy of spencer reid isn’t any of the individual traumas that he suffered on the job, it’s that he became jason gideon.
think about it; the show begins with gideon returning to the bau after he’d been on leave due to his ptsd. ptsd caused by a mistake he made resulting in the death of 6 agents in a bombing.
throughout season 1, we see that spencer idolizes gideon. the way in which he idolizes him, however, is complicated. on one hand, spencer sees gideon the same way he sees rossi—pure hero worship. on the other hand, he sees gideon as a more than a mentor, as a father figure. this is less overt than people make it out to be in canon, but it’s true nonetheless.
in the first season, we see gideon mentor reid, with the goal of shaping him into the future of the bau, the best profiler they’d ever had. we also see the similarities between reid and gideon, though subtly, at this point. it’s established that gideon and reid understand each other (perhaps in part as a result of both of them being on the spectrum), in a way that the other members of the team, do not.
in season 2, however, we see gideon start to grapple with the implications and consequences of reid’s job at the bau. this is most clear when reid is kidnapped. at this point in reid’s career, gideon was supposed to protect reid; so naturally, he blames himself for his kidnapping. in “revelations”, when the camera cuts from reid seizing to gideon panicking in the bathroom, he is desperately trying to justify his actions to himself. he blames himself for what happened to reid, and it’s killing him. reid survives, but hardly unscathed, and gideon distances himself, likely, as a result of his own unaddressed guilt. people in fandom criticize gideon for this, but it is realistic. gideon is flawed, that’s what makes him compelling.
the most telling scene, however, is in the episode “jones”. reid finally confesses to gideon that he’s struggling. gideon responds with an ambiguous monologue about knowing the time to quit. when reid declares he’ll never miss another plane again, the look gideon gives him is not one of pride, it’s one of despair. it’s his realization that reid is too far gone, he has decieed to follow in gideons footsteps in the way of giving everything to the job, regardless of what it takes from him.
sarah’s murder was the reason gideon ultimately decided to leave the bau, however, his guilt over spencer’s torture and subsequent addiction undeniably played a role.
the show goes on, gideon leaves and ultimately dies, but both events eventually blend into the background—just another one of reid’s endless traumas. it is not until season 11, especially following morgan’s departure, is when we really start to see a palpable, negative change in reid.
until this point, reid’s character development seems mostly positive. he’s more confident and sure of himself both in the field and as a profiler, and as a person. but with the introduction of diana’s alzheimer’s, we start to see reid become overall sadder, more anxious, and more reserved. gone is his need to prove himself, but we see the beginnings of the toll that the bau has taken, one he is beginning to struggle to justify.
notably, this is especially clear pre prison season 12. emily and jj particularly seem acutely aware of the fact that reid is running himself into the ground at home, while desperately trying to keep everything together at work. then, once reid goes to prison, he never truly recovers.
while the show abandons any meaningful follow up about reid’s ptsd, it’s undeniable that after prison, reid is never the same. unlike some viewers interpretations of this version of reid as being more attractive and confident (more likely stemming from seeing reid as more “masculine”after gaining some weight and keep his facial hair), the signs really point to reid after prison being utterly depressed.
he has anger issues, which clearly distress him, and his heart to heart moments with the team are laced with an underlying desperation, exhaustion, and sadness. in short: reid is drained. the job has taken everything from him in a way he no longer knows how to get back.
the final episode, the show comes full circle, highlighting the parallels between reid and gideon. reid makes a bad call that results in the death of six agents, just as gideon had 15 years prior. if it weren’t obvious enough, reid visits gideons grave in his tbi induced dream sequence. in “jones”, gideon was terrified and guilt ridden over the prospect of spencer turning into him, but it is exactly what happened.
just as gideon had, reid gave everything to the job, and the job took everything from him. reid ended up a traumatized, depressed, workaholic with no real relationships—barring only his mother—outside of his job. like gideon, like rossi, even, reid was never satisfied, never felt like he had done enough, and all it got him was a lifetime of trauma and crushing solitude. by the end, the bau was virtually unrecognizable to what it had been at the beginning of his career. reid could never leave, despite the pain, the trauma, and the loneliness, his identity as a person and an agent were inextricable. by becoming jason gideon, reid lived up to what had once been his greatest hope, and gideons greatest fear.
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multifandomlover01 · 4 months
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No but I need prison Spencer to scratch a poem I’d written about him long ago or sent to him in prison or whatever into his prison cell wall with a shank or whatever in the corner to keep him going. I need it to be a mantra for him. I need the guards to question what he’s doing curled up in the corner on the floor, rocking back and forth
I view myself in the CM universe as journaling as a BAU agent to cope with the cases and my feelings. I write whatever, including poems, to express myself. Spencer finds out or he sees me because I’m not being secretive about it. Maybe I let him read some, bc maybe he’s curious. Maybe he reads what I wrote when he’d been held by Tobias and then when he was struggling afterwards (we were already dating). He memorized a poem I wrote about how much he meant to me in a time when I thought I might lose him and then it becomes his anchor whenever he’s struggling.
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trashygenius · 9 days
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current obsession: this picture of Matthew Gray Gubler (he looks like sexy jesus omg😩)
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ssahopelessly · 2 years
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Broken Mirror
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Synopsis: A few weeks after he is released from prison, Spencer’s insecurities rise to the surface, causing a fight. The fight pushes the reader to go to Luke’s house, where he suddenly finds himself playing couples counselor.
Warnings: couples fighting, suggestions of cheating, mention of Cat Adams and what happened in Mexico, self sabotage of a relationship, miscommunication
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“I’m sorry I can’t be him.” Spencer mumbled under his breath.
“Be WHO Spencer?” Unintentionally, I had snapped at him. I didn’t want to. It was the last thing he deserved. But the fight was getting old before it even started. Too preoccupied by my thoughts, I hadn’t noticed how he ran his hands through his hair before looking back over at me.
“Him! Luke Alvez!” A laugh escaped through his lips.
“What?” The idea was preposterous. I moved closer back into our living area to look at him, but his eyes told me he had convinced himself that Alvez was who I wanted to be with.
“If you’re so unhappy with me, maybe you should go be with him.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” Blinded by jealousy or rage did not matter, he was making no sense in any capacity.
“Garcia told me! Told me how close you were while I was in prison (Y/N)! How he was always at your side, always your shoulder to cry on. How when you missed me the most, he was there to comfort you? We’re fucking profilers (Y/N), do you think I’m dumb?” Spencer was not textbook dumb, by no measure could you test and prove he was unintelligent. But in this moment, he was astoundingly and remarkably dumb. And I was enraged. His feelings were pouring out, accusing me of such malicious acts and intent, I couldn’t hold my tongue anymore.
“And JJ told me about Cat and her baby!”
“What?” His strong and loud conviction was soon broken into a soft whisper, as if this was something that would have remained between the three of them.
“How Cat Adams got you off in Mexico and while she is very much pregnant, you for a moment considered the child may be yours.”
“You have no business-“
“And you know what hurts the most Spence? Is that you and I both know you would take in the child.”
“Now that’s unfair.” He leaned back in his chair, breaking the stare down we had been caught in, taking a moment to glance over at the window. With his fingers curled into a fist by his mouth, I watched how his lips moved in a fashion to indicate he was very much biting away at the inside.
“Is it?” And just like that, he wouldn’t look at me. And I wouldn’t wait for him to. Finally getting my feet to move, I made my way towards our room, immediately searching for the go bag I had just been repacking for work.
“Where are you going?” It was a call from the doorway, his body now filling the space of the frame. I could feel his eyes on me but I couldn’t think or even spare a glance at him. My movements seemed to know what I was intent on doing before I figured it out.
“I’m doing what you said: I’m going to Luke’s.” Wiping a tear away from my skin, I walked towards the front door, only needing my car keys from where they lived, in the ceramic dish by the entrance of his apartment.
“You’re leaving me?” He continued to call after me, as if it were a challenge.
“You did this yourself!” Looking back over to him, I saw how eyes were confused before anything else. “Spencer, I am not going to stand here any longer if you are only intentionally driving a wedge between us. Shit, I want to be here with you. But I can’t bear witness to you destroying us before I can even have a say in it.”
“You said you would never leave me.” From his voice I could tell he wanted to sound angry but it registered more as hurt than anything else. It was almost enough to convince me to stay and repair our damage. Almost.
“And you said you would never break my heart.”
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“(Y/N/N)? What are you-“ I tried to wipe my tears away before Luke had to look at me, but they never stopped. This is how Luke found me on his front doorstep, my hands tucked away in the too long sleeves of one of Spencer’s old sweaters and tears streaming down my face while I choked on my own sobs. “Oh my god.” He pulled me in for a hug before moving us back into his house, closing the door behind him. His hands moved from cradling my head to brushing my hair out of my face, letting my head rest in his hands as I tried to find my breathing. There was suddenly a cool breeze on my nose, notably coming from Luke. Giving him a puzzled look, he offered me a sheepish smile. “Uhm- Spencer told me one time when you introduce a new feeling to the nervous system, your brain stops in order to figure out what is happening.”
“Did he really?”
“Something along those lines. He just used more words.” I tried not to laugh but I did as I tried to wipe away my tears. “Do you want to tell me what is going on?” It was either tell him or maybe he would profile it out of me. But Luke didn't need to be heavily involved in the personal lives of his coworkers, and it was for that reason I wanted to withhold information. Spencer also deserved some privacy and confidentiality, and it was that reason I remained tight lipped on the former conversation.
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“Hey man.” Luke tried to keep it casual but he already knew why Spencer would show up unannounced at this hour.
“Hey. Is (Y/N) here?” It was a whisper, his voice fragile as he felt his spirit more broken than he had first thought. Of all things, he felt like he lost the privilege to ask about her, to care about her.
“Yeah, she’s asleep.”
“Okay.” Spencer turned to leave, feeling like he hit a wall in what he should do next.
“Spencer. What happened?” Luke called after him.
“What?”
“Your girlfriend shows up on my doorstep crying and you don't show up until a few hours later. Are you okay?”
“I’m fine Luke.” As profilers, they promised not to profile one another, but when your coworker is not giving you the answers you want, your mind tends to start noticing things, like their body language. In this moment, Luke noticed Spencer hadn’t removed his hands from his pockets, indicating he was either hiding something or maybe anxious because of something. But Luke was also smart enough to know whatever was bothering the genius was deeper than the events of tonight, he could see the way Spencer carried his troubles in his facial features.
“Are you sure?”
“Excuse me?” Spencer’s tone was getting defensive, but that still told Luke there was something under the surface getting to him.
“You were in prison Reid, for a crime you didn’t commit. You’ve been through a trauma and I can see how much you want to slip back into a time before all of this but you can’t act like it didn’t happen.”
“I know that Alvez. Do you think I don’t know that? I just…” he stared off into the night, looking at how a streetlight only illuminated a few things around it. “You can’t tell her this.”
“I won’t.”
“There are moments when I close my eyes, and I think I’m still there. Or that any minute they’ll take me back. And in those moments, I know she deserves so much better. You all do. But I can’t bring myself to be who she needs anymore and I can’t break up with her because that will ruin her.” His voice started to break at the end, a tear or two welling in his eyes before Spencer took a breath in, trying to wipe the emotion away before Luke could take notice of it.
“So, you’re trying to make it easy for her to leave you? You’re pushing her away?” While Luke was trying to understand what Spencer wouldn’t say directly, he also hoped by saying it in that way Spencer would realise what it sounded like, what he wouldn’t confess to.
“I didn’t realise I was. But then when she left, I realised how much I still needed her.”
“Luke?” Her voice broke through the silence, echoing from inside his house. “Luke, who is it?” Spencer tried not to think of this as a parallel universe but he could see it so clearly. He could see them together, living happily with the other. But every second the thought existed in his mind, it pained his heart more as that was once the life he envisioned for the two of them.
“What do you want me to say?” Luke had asked, readjusting his posture. The words caught in Spencer’s mouth, conflicted over what his intentions should be at this hour.
“I want to talk to her.” It was a whisper, Spencer almost scared of her realising it’s him. “If she’ll let me.” Luke nodded before gently closing the door, leaving it resting against the frame instead of fully secured to. He waited on the front doorstep, rocking on his feet as he watched the street around him.
“She’s willing to talk.” It was as if a wave of relief had washed over him. “But Spencer. Be honest with her. Tell her what you just told me.” Nodding, he slipped through the threshold of the front door, noticing how Luke stepped out the front door. “I’m going to wait out here, give you two some time alone.” Nodding, he moved towards the living area, finding her sitting up on Luke’s couch, a blanket wrapped around her shoulders. For a moment she didn't look at him, but by the time he sat across from her on the other couch, he noticed how puffy and red her eyes were, even after she just woke up from her nap.
“Hi.” She deserved more than that, an apology and an explanation, and Spencer knew that. But he didn't know where to start.
“Hi.” (Y/N) had whispered back, her voice scratchy and worn out. His heart panged at how much he had put her through.
“I- I want to say I’m sorry.”
“For?” She croaked out, bringing her feet closer to herself on the couch, hugging her arms around them, the blanket forming a full shield around her body.
“For how I’ve been acting.”
“Understatement Spencer.”
“I know.” Tears had started to form as he recalled every terrible thing he had said or thought since he was free again. “I love you. So much. It’s just at times- I would wonder if you still loved me, or if you still wanted to be with me.” He felt the wet trail start down his cheek, and he tried to wipe it away before she noticed but she did. She always noticed. “And I think part of my mind is still back there. And I think of who I became, of what I did, and I don’t want to bring that into this.” Her eyes softened as she watched him, his fingers picking at his skin on the other hand, his knee bouncing under him. “So for a moment, I thought the best way to protect you was to push you away. But I- I was wrong. And I’m so sorry. For everything.” He now noticed she had also started to cry. When his eyes met her, she immediately averted her attention to the side of the room, watching the world outside. “(Y/N)?” She bit her lip before lowering her face into her lap, letting out more tears. Spencer took the opportunity to move over next to her, to pull her body into his, running his hand over her back and then to smooth out her hair. Placing a kiss to her head, he rocked the two of them. A hand came out of the blanket as she clutched onto his shirt. They stayed like that for a few minutes before she stopped enough to speak.
“Next time you’re going to say ‘I’m sorry’ and ‘I’m wrong’, can I at least have a warning so I can record it?” A laugh escaped his lips as he pulled her tighter to him, the scent of her shampoo wafting into his nose so he may remember this moment. “You have to talk to me Spencer.”
“I know.”
“Spence, I'm serious. And if not me, then someone. You can’t carry this on your own. I know you’re strongly independent but this is the one time where you can’t do it alone. Just promise me. If not me, then someone.”
“I promise.” He pressed a kiss to her lips, taking a moment to run his thumb against her cheek. “I love you.”
“I love you too. Now let’s give Luke his house back, we have to be at work in 5 hours.” She patted his knee, Spencer instantly rising to his feet to offer his hands to her, so she may take them and he could help her stand back up on her feet. Wrapping the blanket into a bundle, she placed it where she was sitting, taking hold of Spencer’s hand as they walked back towards the front door. Opening the door though, they found Luke slumped over, leaning against a column as he sat on one of the steps down. Roxie was beside him, laying down but ears perked up as she was on alert from all the night life. Her head perked back to look at the reconciled couple, tail wagging when she saw (Y/N). Reaching his hand down to their friend, Spencer gently shook Luke’s shoulder, trying to wake him.
“Hey man, we’re leaving.” Luke shook his head before he turned around to look at his friends, his eyes immediately focusing on their hands holding the other.
“You can have your house back.” (Y/N) laughed, hearing a gentle pop as Luke pushed on his knees to stand up, stretching to crack something in his back.
“Finally. Listen, I love having you guys over but if this becomes a counseling spot, I should be getting paid.”
“Oh my gosh, go to sleep Alvez.” She shoved his shoulder as he stepped back up to be on the same level as them.
“I was asleep. Out here, yet you woke me.”
“Listen, if you want us to sleep here we will. We can take Roxie inside with us and bring you that blanket-“ Spencer motioned between him and (Y/N), squeezing her hand as she fought off the laugh that was rising to the surface.
“No, no, no- I want my bed.” He motioned for Roxie to go inside, which she did, happily continuing up the staircase. Taking one last glance at the couple, a smile spread over Luke’s lips at the sight of his friends so in love with the other. “You guys have a goodnight.” The door started to close, but (Y/N) had to taunt him with one last thing.
“See you in five hours!” Luke groaned from his spot on the other side of the door, the click of the deadbolt giving the couple a sense of relief as they descended the steps, finally heading home together.
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callieyanderechan · 2 months
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I hate Prison Spencer (And pretty much everything after season 11) but I can't stop thinking about conjugal visits with prison Spence
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hereforhalstead · 4 days
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Spencer’s hands.
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*literally wrote this in 2 mins whilst waiting for my dinner to cook in the microwave lmao*
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His hands would be everywhere, covering every inch of your body as if his life depended on it.
Grasping at the ends of your hair as he stands beside you, watching you chop up fruit for breakfast.
His hands would glide over your arms as he stands behind you, head resting on top of yours as he asks about your day.
Clutching at your hips as you perch yourself on his lap, fingernails almost digging into your skin to ensure you don’t loose your balance.
Absentmindedly grabbing at your hand as you walk side by side, thumb grazing over the back of your hand as he listens to you talk.
Casually resting on your thigh as he drives the pair of you to work, the odd squeeze of reassurance to settle your leg from bouncing in nervousness.
Cupping your chin as he lifts your face to meet his, searching in your eyes for the truth if you were okay or not.
Tracing your facial features as he lays staring at you in bed, causing you to scrunch your nose as he disturbs you from your sleep.
He adored your body, he adored feeling you, he adored you.
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matthewsgreybubbles · 1 month
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Prison! Reid because what gave them the right to make him so hot when he suffered so much?
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reidiot · 10 months
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him after he finishes with me ୨୧ ₊˚ ♥︎
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spencersweatervest · 2 years
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spencer: stabs himself in the leg
also spencer: grins like a madman
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reidsbabi · 2 months
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no thoughts just him
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