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This is just too perfect. :)

Also.

Heather & I discovered that this cannot be denied.

John’s compassion.

Sherlock’s brains.

N u d e s

I don't know how to paint so i made lineless drawing instead.

I decided to watch "Dude, this is my ghost!"...

And then it started

anyone wanna read the spencer fic that i'm writing on wattpad?

HEY GUYS

i'm writing a book and i desperately need to show someone the last chapter before i continue writing the rest so here you go

IF YOU ARE READING 'THERE SHE GOES' BY JOMARCHSGIRLFRIEND, THEN THIS IS A BIG SPOILER, PLEASE DO NOT READ IT

smoke fills spencer's vision.

screams fill his ears.

they're not his, though.

not yet at least.

no, that comes later.

for now, he stands in shock, a single tear on his cheek.

vivienne did not make it out alive.

next chapter of TSG is kicking my ASS spencer reid this is your fault🕯🕯🕯🕯🕯

Spencer Reid | Criminal Minds | Requested | Not my gif

“Y’N, I want you to head over to the second victim’s home. Talk to the roommate, see if there was anything unusual going on before her death,” says Hotch. You nod and begin to grab your jacket off a chair when you are stopped from doing so.

Spencer’s hand tugs your jacket to him and looking at Hotch says, “ Umm, I think Y/N should stay here.” The team stops what they are doing and looks at him oddly. “I’ve been re-examining all of the victims files and they all seem to have the same thing in common. Their hair color, eye color, height and they are all female. Y/N shares these qualities also.” 

Hotch looks at him oddly and says, “ I’m sure she’ll be fine. There will be other agents there. There’s no chance the unsub will be anywhere near the victims’ home.” Hotch sighs and looks to you and Spencer and says, “ I thought you said you two dating wouldn’t intervene with your work.”

“It won’t,” you reassure him. Stepping towards Spencer, you place your hand around his arm and say quietly, “ Don’t worry Spencer. I’ll be fine. I can take care of myself.”

He frowns at you and says not so quietly, “ I know you can but you’re not only taking care of yourself, remember. I can’t protect you both if i’m not around if something happens.”

Derek, who couldn’t help but overhear, says, “ Woah, what? Who else are you trying to protect?” Spencer looks to him and then looks to you and then looks to your stomach, hinting to Derek as to who this other being is. Derek’s eyes widened and a smile comes to his lips, “ No freaking way, pretty boy!”

Everyone’s attention seems to be on you two now. Penelope, who was watching the whole conversation, lets out a screech and places her hands on her cheeks, “ You’re having a baby!!”

It seems that your secret wasn’t a secret for long.

Requests are OPEN!

Spencer Reid and Derek Morgan | Criminal Minds | Not my gif | Requested

Spencer: *walks up to Derek* Hey , Uhh Morgan?

Derek: *turns to Spencer* Eyy, what’s up Reid?

Spencer: *hesitates* I was wondering if you could help me out with something?

Derek: *smiles* Wow, Dr. Spencer Reid needs my help? I feel honored. *laughs* What’s on your mind kid?

Spencer: *blushes* This is kind of unusual, but umm, I was wondering if you could help me out with Y/N? I-I’ve been wanting to ask her out for a while, but I’ve never really had an idea how...

Derek: *smirks* So you’ve finally decided to ask her out... Didn’t think you had it in ya *laughs* I would love to help you out, you two would be good together.

Spencer: *smiles* Thank you, Morgan. I just really like her and I have no idea on how to do it exactly.

Derek: *pats him on the back* No problem, Reid. Now let’s start with the basics, first...

Requests are OPEN!

Spencer Reid and Penelope Garcia | Criminal Minds | Not my gifs

Requests are OPEN

Spencer Reid | Criminal Minds | Not my gif

Requests are OPEN

Spencer Reid | Criminal Minds | Not my gif | Requested

Requests are OPEN

Spencer can’t look at him. He knows he should, knows Miguel deserves at least that much, but it’s too hard. If he looks, he’ll see the frustration, the disappointment, the hurt—and Spencer isn’t sure he can handle that. Not from him.

So he stares at the floor instead, at the scuffed-up toes of his sneakers, at the way his fingers twitch uselessly at his sides. He wants to shove them into his pockets, but that would make it too obvious how bad they’re shaking.

“I tried,” he says finally, voice quieter than he wants it to be. “I— I did. I asked, and he said no. Told me to get out.” His throat feels tight, but he swallows past it, grips the hem of his hoodie like it’ll hold him together. “I didn’t have anywhere else to go.”

It’s not enough. He knows it’s not enough. But it’s all he has.

He can feel Miguel waiting, expecting something more, but Spencer doesn’t have the right words. The truth is tangled in his throat, too raw, too ugly. He knows what Miguel must be thinking—that he should’ve planned better, that he should’ve just called and asked for more time, that it’s that simple.

But it’s not. It never was.

“I can’t call him.” The words slip out before he can stop them, too sharp, too fast, and he immediately regrets how defensive they sound. He clears his throat and forces himself to steady. “It’s not that simple.”

The weight of it settles heavily in his chest, but he doesn’t let it linger. He can’t. He won’t. He forces a shrug like it doesn’t matter, like it’s all in the past, and he’s fine now. “It doesn’t matter. He’d just say no again anyway.”

It’s not a lie, but it’s not the truth either. Because the truth is, Spencer is terrified to call him. Just the thought of hearing his voice again makes his stomach twist. He doesn’t want to give him any reason to think he still has power over him, doesn’t want to hear the way his name would curl like a warning in his mouth.

So, no. He can’t call. But he won’t say that, won’t give Miguel a reason to look at him like he’s something fragile.

Instead, he exhales sharply, shaking his head. “Look, I just—I just need a place to crash for a couple days. I’ll figure something out, I swear. I just—” His voice catches, and he hates it. “I don’t have anywhere else to go.”

He won’t go back to his parents. That was never an option. Not after they told him he wasn’t their son anymore. Not after they looked at him like he was something shameful.

He's already concerned about the fact that Spencer can't quite look him in the eye, though he supposes having to come running back to your ex with your tail tucked between your legs would be kinda humiliating for anyone. And, to be fair, Miguel never expected this------- he'd assumed that Spencer had washed his hands of their entire relationship, even after agreeing to be friends later when they'd broken up. Miguel couldn't deny how badly the sudden disappearance (and knowing that Spence left him for better) had hurt, but eventually, he pretended that it was all for the best, just to snuff out any lingering hope for them. So, of course he didn't know all the right words to say the moment Spencer resurfaced out of goddamn nowhere, homeless and seemingly helpless. "Yeah, you say no," Miguel snaps like it's fucking obvious what should've been done, "you say no so you have enough time to look for a new apartment. Call his ass up and tell him you need more time."

Spencer gave a shrug not wanting to make a big deal out of the situation, he hated conflict and he'd had enough of it for one night. "What was I meant to do, say no?" He retorted not quite meeting Miguel's eyes, he could already tell he was pissed and he hadn't even told him the full story.

muse: miguel [ 30s, professional boxer ] open to: m only pls! plot: taken from here! your muse was recently dumped and kicked out of his boyfriend's apartment, forcing him to rely upon miguel for help. miguel and your muse being past exes is also an option!

"The fuck you mean he just kicked you out? And you let him?"