WHYYYY does he do this to us. LIKE IM WEAKKKK IN THE KNEESSSS LOOKING AT THESE.
hey that rhymes!
president of the frat!matt who swears up and down that you mean nothing to him but the second he sees you with some pathetic excuse of a guy from his frat, he’s bitching to chris about how shitty that guy is before storming over to you and telling you to go to his room before turning and kicking the shit out of his frat brother.
[ aka matt sturniolo giving frat boy!rafe cameron energy ]
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MY POOKS REQS ARE OPEN. GO LOOKEY.
she’s like an angel and an amazingggggg writer.
ok reqs are officially open (blurbs, hcs, fics,etc)
taking:
- rafe (x sweet!reader, bratty!reader)
- jj
- john b
- jake
- johnnie
- spencer/mgg
- matt (nerd!matt)
- chris
- and anyone else y’all wanna see
i’m also doing ships🤠so send in a description of yourself and i’ll ship you with someone
(no pressure) tagging some mooties: @pettydollie @madsmadeit @lvrsparadise @starfxkr @lanaswifeyy @jake-and-johnnies-slut @sturnioloshacker @maddytheweird @freshloveforthefit @freshsturns
please share!!
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holding pinkies☹️ i love holding pinkies with my friends🥹
i feel like spencer reid would be so fun to mess with at work. you’re on the jet with him as the newest member of the team and you always bug him to play chess with you, even though you know it’s a losing game. or you just ask him about logical empiricism, just to get him to ramble while you close your eyes and smile. yet you cant really say to yourself that you want him, because that would make it real, and that would make it scary. and spence isn’t scary. he’s perfect. so you just continue to let yourself bug him and listen to him ramble while everyone else tunes him out, exhausted from work. sometimes, though, you do allow yourself to graze oh so close to him when you’re walking past, and you can feel his breath hitch, you can see his eyes dart up at you from the corner of your vision. when you are extra bold, you even inch your hand closer and closer to his, but you don’t dare look him in the eyes or even move a muscle when he decides to close the gap and interlock pinkies with you.. no one can see but it still exhilarates you.
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smookums posted😉😉 happy easter my little eggs.😚
real love baby
request: ofc ofc by the pookiest bear @madsmadeit
warnings: nah
summary: spencer takes you on a picnic after a bad day.
also: another car seat headrest joke in the bag
also also: this lowkey sucks cause i was in a slump whilst writing but i digress
song:
fit check:
reader
spencer
spencer reid x fem!reader
“i’m on the way home spence,” you texted your boyfriend for the 100th time today.
“alright princess.” you read from him, hearting the message then putting your phone down.
you closed your eyes and put your head on the car seat headrest as you thought of the horrible day you’d had.
it all started when you remembered spencer had a doctor’s appointment that day so the two of you couldn’t go into the office together.
his knee was being cleared so he could go back in the field, so hotch and derek insisted that he missed work to go to the appointment.
when you got to work, everyone in the bullpen had a major attitude problem.
they always acted like if spencer wasn’t there, the office just couldn’t function.
so you spent your whole day absolutely miserable.
at lunch, you dropped your coffee mug, causing coffee to spill all over derek’s shoes as he walked past you.
after he ripped you a new one, you were left with your sadness as the work day came to a close.
on the other hand, spencer spent the whole day scheming on a beautiful picnic at the park for the two of you.
a quiet picnic where you could just relax after this bad day sounded like a great start to the weekend.
so as soon as you arrived home, spencer wasted no time in wrapping you up in his arms.
“hi baby,” you huffed, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and putting your hands in his hair.
“hi precious,” he hummed, pulling back and kissing your forehead.
“why’re you dressed spence?” you asked, gesturing to spencer’s full attire when usually he’d be in sweats.
“cause… we’re goin’ somewhere. so… go get that pretty little sundress on and then we’ll head out,” he hummed, kissing you on the lips gently.
15 minutes later, after you’d gotten changed, you and spencer loaded up into the car.
• • •
20 minutes later the two of you pulled into the park’s parking lot.
“so.. spencer, baby, love of my life,” you hummed, turning in your seat to face him.
“what’re we doin’ at the park?” you asked, perking up as spencer reached in the backseat and grabbing a small picnic basket and a tote bag.
“we, my precious baby, are having a picnic. since i know that you love them and being around nature for at least 20 minutes can significantly reduce your stress levels and…” he rambles, but you soon cut him off with a grateful kiss.
“i’m so enthralled by you spencer,” you said breathlessly, turning to open the car door and hop out.
you ran around to the drivers side and stuck one hand out for the tote bag and one hand out for spencer’s hand.
the two of you found an empty part of the park and laid out a blanket.
seeing as it was only 6:15 and the sun was still high in the sky, there were only a few children and older folk around the park.
spencer sat down on the blanket and pulled put a few small sandwiches and a box of cookies from the bakery in town.
you tucked yourself close to him, pulling your legs up under you.
the two of you ate in silence as you rambled on about the parts of the day you left out via text.
whenever the two of you had finished eating, spencer reached into the tote and pulled out a book the two of you had been reading.
“come,” he hummed, uncrossing his lanky legs and patting his thigh.
you took this as a cue to lay your head on his lap.
once situated, spencer took out the homemade book mark you’d made him and sat it gently on the blanket beside the two of you.
before spencer could start where you left off, you opened your eyes and looked up at him.
“spence?”
“hmm..?” he asked, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose as the slipped down.
“i love you,” you hummed, closing your eyes again and resting your hands on your tummy.
“i love you too baby,” he smiled, opening up the book again.
“alright chapter 3… real love baby…”
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