THIS BITCH REALLY CLIMBED ON SPENCERS LAP

Omg I’m hollering

This was me the whole time tonight watching

ATTENTION 📢 EvERYONE 📢 ON 📢 PLANET 📢 EARTH 📢

look AT THIS FUCKING CUTIE MY WEAK ASS IS CRYING

Occupied mind (Part 11)

PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 PART 4 PART 5 PART 6 PART 7 PART 8 PART 9 PART 10

Warnings: self harm mentions, suicide mentions, death

A/N: Yeah, I deleted my first version of this because I didn’t like the plot so my writing was forced and absolute shit. However, hopefully this is better my lovelies! Feedback is greatly appreciated.

A nurse slowly opened the door, her face empty as Aaron and Spencer immediately stood up at her presence. She slipped silently into the room, anxiously fumbling with her fingers as their eyes pierced into her form.

“C-can I see her?” Spencer whispered, heart pounding against his chest as his weak legs trembled. When the nurse shook her head slightly, his knees gave up on him, causing him to collide back down to the chair.

“I’m sorry. Miss Y/L/N didn’t make it, we did all we could but her injuries were too extensive.” Her words burned into the quiet room, cursing the deathly silence as the agents quickly became distressed.

“What, no. Sh-she’s okay.” Spencer stumbled, words broken by sobs as his gaze cut over to Aaron. “Y-you said she’d be o-okay.” His voice grew louder, tears coating his trembling jaw as he fell to the floor, fingers pulling firmly at his hair. Aaron was defeated, tears glazing his eyes as his dark eyes fixated on the broken man.

“Spencer, I’m-” Aaron began but Spencer’s uncontrollable sobs punctured his train of thought, the fracturing noise sending a biting lump to his throat. Wordlessly, he knelt beside the trembling man before placing a firm hand on his shoulder but Spencer was quick to flinch away from his touch.

“Sh-she’s…” Spencer whimpered, glancing up to meet Aaron’s hurt eyes. His lips parted to speak but his mind was too caught up, thoughts tangled as a harsh sob built up in the back of his throat. “She’s gone.” Aaron wrapped his arm around him, making Spencer collapse into his grasp. Silent tears spilled down his face as he rubbed his back, Spencer crying into his suit jacket as he processed the intense information.

“I’m here.” Aaron uttered, mind reliving the feeling from when he held Hayley in his arms for one last time, blood soaking through their clothes as he gripped onto her lifeless body. He recalled the broken feeling, helplessness. Grief-stricken. Spencer pulled away from him slightly, blown eyes bloodshot from the constant tears. His shaky fingers briefly grazed across his damp tears as he wiped away the tears.

“I-I want to-” Spencer began but Aaron shook his head, tight grip remaining on his shoulder as his gaze flickered over his broken-hearted face. Spencer looked up at him, eyes possessed with desolation.

“Are you sure about this?” Aaron questioned sternly but Spencer was adamant, quickly nodding his head while wiping his stinging eyes.

“I want to see her.”

Spencer rested his forehead against the closed door, swallowing back the fear clawing at his throat as he held onto the door handle. Aaron placed a hand on his shoulder, thoughts begging him to speak out but knowing the man was determined to say goodbye.

“You don’t have to do this right now.” Aaron murmured, making Spencer breathe out shakily, clearing his throat.

“I-I know.” Spencer whispered distressingly, not taking another second to think as he opened the door but he immediately froze. Her almost translucent skin was partially covered by the white cloth draped over the majority of her body, the paleness shadowed around her sunken eyes, chest halted. Spencer bit the inside of his cheek, hating the fact that this is what she wanted. Cursing his own mind for not being able to stop her. He had enough. He abruptly turned around, quickly met by Aaron who glanced at his sorrowfully.

“Come on.” Aaron whispered, making Spencer rush out of the room to him, collapsing immediately into the broad man as painful tears dominated his face once again.

*3 DAYS LATER*

Spencer’s legs were intertwined with the loose covers, body jolting and soft whimpers escaped  his tight throat.

“No, please. Y/N!” He murmured in his sleep, scaring himself awake from the continuous nightmare. Although, it wasn’t just fictional, it actually happened.

“Y/N.” He whispered again, reddened eyes clenching shut as he collapsed back down into his pillows. His trembling fingers darted underneath the pillow beside him, pulling out Y/N’s over-sized jumper she always wore to work. The agonizing memories burned into his thoughts as he curled into the jumper, sobbing quietly into the fabric as his grip tightened onto it, sending his knuckles white.

“Why?” He whispered, pain dominating his voice as he gulped back the lump in his throat. Once again, his phone vibrated, the team trying to check in on him but his mind was too occupied to notice. Instead of remembering Y/N’s little quirks, his mind shadowed with her scars, the blood coating her arms when he found her, the tears dripping from her face as she wished for her death. His mind was poisoned, thoughts beginning to talk to him, cussing him for his actions, screaming at him. It’s your fault.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered, untangling himself from her jumper as he staggered out of bed. Then his eyes landed on the pile of clothes on the floor, the tissue poking out of his pockets immediately capturing his attention. He slowly removed the tissue from his trouser pocket, mind growling at him again and again. Do it. The ongoing mental argument continued until he found himself unwrapping the tissue on his bathroom counter, eyes fixated on the dull metal. Hesitantly, he looked up at his mirror, shadowed eyes haunted with bitterness. Without another thought, his shaky fingers traced along the edge of the blade before picking it up hesitantly. His mind continued to nag at him, ordering him to repeat her actions, telling him it was his fault but they eventually convinced him. Convinced him that he could of saved her. Convinced him that it was his fault.

“It’s time.”

Masterlist.

@heavenlycevans  @fayemenelmir @chenstesticles @abschaffer2

😭😭😭😭😭

Not Surprised - reidxreader drabble

@arewereal3000 requested prompt 47 a while ago w/ spence so here ya go. this is pretty uneventful and i don’t really like it but i couldn’t think of anything else /: ahah. 

“I’m not surprised that you murdered him.” 

You let out an exasperated sigh while you thought about the team’s current case. The suspected unsub was currently in the interrogation room, waiting for someone to come in and question him.

The difficult part of this case was the unsub’s motive. His girlfriend had been raped repeatedly by a man when she was younger, and the unsub wanted revenge. You knew that you shouldn’t have an opinion, but a small part of you understood why he did it. 

The victim had been brutally tortured, assaulted, and mutilated. He was barely recognizable when he was found, dead, by authorities.

Spencer cleared his throat before opening the door and stepping into the dull interrogation room. He sat in the uncomfortable chair across the table and looked at the unsub for a moment before pulling out pictures of the victim after they’d been killed.

Spencer pointed to the picture of the victim. “I’m not surprised that you murdered him.”

The unsub raised his eyebrows, clearly confused. He didn’t speak.

Reid continued, “He hurt someone you love, and I get that you want to protect who you love. But this is not how you do so.” The unsub remained silent as Reid kept talking and explaining, asking questions and making statements, trying to get a confession out of him.

You chewed on your bottom lip as you watched the unsub slowly unravel and you could tell he was about to finally say something. 

“He deserved it.”

And that was it. He didn’t say anything else.

Once the case was closed and the unsub was taken into custody, it left the whole team feeling uneasy. 

You sat next to Spencer on the plane. Normally he wasn’t big on public displays of affection, but he could tell you needed him to comfort you. His hand rested on your knee and your head leaned against his shoulder. He picked up your hand and kissed it, playing with your fingers afterwards in an attempt to relax you. You were by yourselves, everyone else on the other side of the plane.

“You okay?” he mumbled. You shrugged. “Do you want to talk about it?” he questioned, shifting so that you’d lift your head off his shoulder to look at him.

“I just don’t know how I feel about this case and it’s bothering me because I feel two completely different ways about it.” you told him.

He nodded, “I know. We all feel like that sometimes, I think it’s better to just let it go after you think about it if you can’t make up your mind. Some things are better left undecided, I guess.”

You nodded, “I know.. thank you.” but you still felt defeated. You leaned your head back on his shoulder in hopes that you’d fall asleep.

“I’ll love you no matter how you’ve decided you feel about this.” Spencer whispered in your ear. He kissed your forehead and then leaned his head against yours, and you fell asleep together. 

MASTERLIST

I’M SO EXCITED

HOW LONG CANT B JUST ONE TIME THATS CALLED TEASING U CAN TEASE GARCIA BUT NOT I SIR

I’m such a slut for this hairstyle 

let’s put this on a damn shirt

should I make more memes? I like making them TBH 😂😂

Not Surprised - reidxreader drabble

@arewereal3000 requested prompt 47 a while ago w/ spence so here ya go. this is pretty uneventful and i don’t really like it but i couldn’t think of anything else /: ahah. 

“I’m not surprised that you murdered him.” 

You let out an exasperated sigh while you thought about the team’s current case. The suspected unsub was currently in the interrogation room, waiting for someone to come in and question him.

The difficult part of this case was the unsub’s motive. His girlfriend had been raped repeatedly by a man when she was younger, and the unsub wanted revenge. You knew that you shouldn’t have an opinion, but a small part of you understood why he did it. 

The victim had been brutally tortured, assaulted, and mutilated. He was barely recognizable when he was found, dead, by authorities.

Spencer cleared his throat before opening the door and stepping into the dull interrogation room. He sat in the uncomfortable chair across the table and looked at the unsub for a moment before pulling out pictures of the victim after they’d been killed.

Spencer pointed to the picture of the victim. “I’m not surprised that you murdered him.”

The unsub raised his eyebrows, clearly confused. He didn’t speak.

Reid continued, “He hurt someone you love, and I get that you want to protect who you love. But this is not how you do so.” The unsub remained silent as Reid kept talking and explaining, asking questions and making statements, trying to get a confession out of him.

You chewed on your bottom lip as you watched the unsub slowly unravel and you could tell he was about to finally say something. 

“He deserved it.”

And that was it. He didn’t say anything else.

Once the case was closed and the unsub was taken into custody, it left the whole team feeling uneasy. 

You sat next to Spencer on the plane. Normally he wasn’t big on public displays of affection, but he could tell you needed him to comfort you. His hand rested on your knee and your head leaned against his shoulder. He picked up your hand and kissed it, playing with your fingers afterwards in an attempt to relax you. You were by yourselves, everyone else on the other side of the plane.

“You okay?” he mumbled. You shrugged. “Do you want to talk about it?” he questioned, shifting so that you’d lift your head off his shoulder to look at him.

“I just don’t know how I feel about this case and it’s bothering me because I feel two completely different ways about it.” you told him.

He nodded, “I know. We all feel like that sometimes, I think it’s better to just let it go after you think about it if you can’t make up your mind. Some things are better left undecided, I guess.”

You nodded, “I know.. thank you.” but you still felt defeated. You leaned your head back on his shoulder in hopes that you’d fall asleep.

“I’ll love you no matter how you’ve decided you feel about this.” Spencer whispered in your ear. He kissed your forehead and then leaned his head against yours, and you fell asleep together. 

MASTERLIST

I’m fucking screaming I am so excited for Shemar Moore to be in the finalè

Derek Morgan and Luke Alvez will work together can you believe how blessed we are

I GET TO SEE DEREK MORGAN AND EMILY PRENTISS ON SCREEN TOGETHER ONE MORE TIME SHOVE A FLAMETHROWER UP MY ASS AND MELT MY FUCK DAMN FACE

spencer reid with a keyboard rt for good luck

the cutest, nerdiest FBI agent in the world

rossi tho

the amount of second hand embarrassment i felt while watching this was insane

I mean it makes sense really. Of course Derek would be at Spencer’s funeral.

He’s gonna give a really moving speech and we are gonna cry rivers.

Derek and Luke will be devastated and comfort each other.

STOP

Collaborate and listen.

Y'all are not happy unless the fandom is crying over Reid. 😂

Derek is coming back because he is jealous of Alvez. Everyone knows that. 😆

Used

Spencer x Reader

Could possibly be triggery?

…

“Y/N, please….put the gun down. My name is Spencer Reid. I want to help you.”

You shook your head and waved your gun erratically. You knew how this would end, you knew you weren’t coming out of this alive.

“No one can help me now!” your head hurt, your arms hurt, and you could feel your leg bleeding where you’d cut it on glass as you escaped the school.

“That’s not true,” the agent tried to reason with you as your brain briefly flashed back to the images of the carnage you’d committed earlier that day.

“Yes it is…. If I come with you, I go to jail.”

“That’s true… I can’t keep you out of jail. But I can make sure you get the help you need to recover from what they did to you.”

The Agent crouched to the ground and placed his weapon on the floor before walking towards you, ignoring the calls from the other Agents.

“Y/N I know… I know what they did to you. And whilst I can’t begin to comprehend how that felt for you, I do understand why you felt you had to do this.”

“You…. You do?” you wavered slightly, tears streaming down your blood flecked face.

“I was bullied in high school… Horrifically so. I know what it’s like to be the butt of everyone’s jokes, I know what it’s like to get shoved into lockers everyday, I know what’s is like to be ridiculed on a daily basis… ”

Your back was up again. “I wasn’t just ridiculed. They used me… The whole…. the whole football team… They… they…..”

You couldn’t say it, the word was just too raw in your throat.

“I know,” the Agent whispered, close enough for you to hear his quiet words. “I know what they did to you. And I know that the school looked the other way, and that the local police department dismissed you and didn’t investigate. That’s not acceptable at all.”

“They… they had to pay. Before they did it to someone else…”

“And they have paid Y/N,” Spencer had seen the crime scene, the bloodied bodies lining the locker room, bullet holes in the walls from where you’d missed her targets before correcting your aim.

“They’ve paid for what they’ve done to you and they can’t do it to anyone else. And the head of the school will be fired, and the police department will be investigated for not taking you seriously. Please though… Please put your gun down. If you don’t, my Supervisor will be forced to take you out…..and I don’t want that to happen to you.”

“Why?… I’ve killed people, I deserve to die. I WANT to die. Everytime I close my eyes… Everytime I try to sleep I can feel them on me, inside me. I can still hear them laughing…. ”

“I know. And I know that will be hard to live with but we can get you the help that will make it easier. You’ll go to jail but the judge will take into account what happened to you, why you did this. You’ll still be able to see your mom, your baby sister. You don’t want to leave them do you?”

“My mom will hate me for what I’ve done… ”

“No,” Spencer could feel the glare from his Supervisor willing him to move out of the way. “Your mom loves you. And she’s sorry she wasn’t there for you… Please Y/N. Let me help you. If you die, they still win.”

They would. Whether you did it by your own hand or suicide by cop, he was right. They’d win. Even though they were dead, they’d still win. If you lived, maybe one day you’d get out of jail. Maybe you could get over this, if the agent could get you the help he was promising.

You took a deep shaky breath and crouched to the floor, placing your gun down before standing back up.

“Y/N?” the Agent stepped closer. “I have to cuff you now okay. But I’ll stay with you when they take you in. And I’ll make sure you get to see your mom and sister.”

You nodded wearily, suddenly feeling so very tired as you held your wrists out in front of you.

Spencer cuffed you as gently as he could before placing his hand on your back and walking you forward.

They couldn’t win. They wouldn’t win. Not now.

😢😢 This captures CM’s way of sometimes getting you to feel for the unsub.

Kirsten Vangsness‏ @Vangsness:

Secret’s Out. He’s in the finale. I can share Secret Picture. @shemarmoore