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Spencer Reid in Prison Icons (Criminal Minds Season 12)

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i would be the best unreliable narrator i dont know shit that goes on around me

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this photo is rewiring my brain

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So delicate

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I know we’ve seen louis shirtless countless times. But something about being shirtless on stage hits different.

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Louis ripping his ripped tank top off.

Faith In The Future World Tour: Austin. (7 July 2023)

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Some pics I took of Louis last night 💕

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LOVE ON TOUR | Lisbon- 7/31

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Louis on stage in Buenos Aires, Argentina - 21/5

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Warner Bros. Pictures (x) - 26/04/22

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LOVE ON TOUR - Pittsburgh, Oct. 14

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it's now at the point that my crippling obsession with fictional characters and men double my age is affecting my daily life.

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to all the fic writers out there who have made 2021 bearable and have given us all countless hours of happiness and escapism, thank you so much

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HARRY STYLES · Love On Tour: Long Island (28.11.2021)

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Love On Tour: Long Island. (28 November 2021)

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The Birds & The Bees (Pt. 13 | S.R.)

| Prologue | Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven | Part Eight | Part Nine | Part Ten | Part Eleven | Part Twelve |

Summary: Spencer and Bunny have a heart to heart (and a little bit more on Lover’s Lane). A/N: The angst is over! … for now… Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader Category: Slow Burn (NSFW, 18+) Content Warning: Yelling, verbal argument, pushing, kissing, heavy petting, brief allusion to a handjob, embarrassment, security officers Word Count: 8k

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“Can you come in early tomorrow? We need to talk.”

The text had been unanswered for over 12 hours, but I couldn’t stop staring at it like it would change. I kept my hope in the young girl; foolishly told myself that she’d want to see me enough to make it happen sooner than necessary. That she might sacrifice a couple hours of sleep if it meant things would be okay between us again.

I had been wrong. That was clear to me when the clock slowly trekked, ticking ever so torturously slow, creeping closer and closer to class time. Some part of me still clung to the possibility of her bursting through the door in a clumsy, panicked way. She would tell me that she’d planned to come, really, and had just overslept.

I let myself believe that it could be that easy. That I could turn back the hands of time until she was there again, laughing like nothing had ever happened.

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