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"Wait - what - what was Rossi doing in your apartment?"

3.14 Damage Criminal Minds [2005 - 2020]

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I just had a thought.. (poly!bau headcanon)

What if Penelope decided to dye her hair, but at some point during the process, she managed to convince the rest of the team to let her put a little streak of colour in their hair

Like, she invited them over for dinner and then after dessert, when they're all relaxed on her couches (yes, couches, plural. She would totally have more than one) she goes to the bathroom and comes back with a box of hair dye and bleach and says something along the lines of "okay, so, I'm going to dye my hair and you guys should totally let me dye your hair too, so we can match!"

And of course they let her because they love her and they want to make her smile

She would probably try to convince Derek to let her dye his whole head because "your hair is so short, nobody is going to be able to see the colour unless we dye all of it"

And of course, he says yes

<3

(I feel like they would each have their own way of styling the colored part of their hair. For example: a streak, peek-a-boo highlights, colored tips, etc)

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can you please do Spencer Reid graphic's/blinkies!!

i made the gifs u added into stamps too :-)

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Draw

Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Summary: Spencer asks you about your drawings.

Warnings: mentions of death, implied past domestic violence (reader), reader's mother died, a bit of pining.

Word Count: 2k

A/n: The moodboard is mine but the sketches are not, gorgeous though!

After every case you would pull out your little book. Whether it was to take notes about the day or write a shopping list, no one knew. You always kept to yourself and never really socialised, the team knew that and they left you be. All except Spencer. He knew what it felt like to be left out he'd never wish that on any of his friends, but especially not you. He often managed to be around, not talking your ear off or trying to get you to do something but just, around. He sat next to you in the car, stood close to you in briefings and worked with you whenever possible. You didn't think much of it, he was often being made fun of and even though it was by his friends, mostly Morgan, you could tell he didn't always find it funny. You didn't make fun of him, you barely spoke unless necessary but you never made fun of him and it was something he appreciated.

After most cases everyone would play cards or go to their own corners of the jet, you always opted for the latter. You'd sit there in silence and bring out the little pencil and notebook that you kept in your jacket pocket, always there, never moved unless you were using them. After a particularly rough case everyone was quiet, most listening to music or sleeping if they could. There you were, trusty pen and notebook in hand as per usual when you felt a presence beside you. No one ever sat next to you on the plane so of course the first person to do it would be Spencer. He didn't say anything at first. You tilted your notebook to the side a little, not to be rude but just because you liked your privacy. A hot commodity at the BAU.

The two of you sat there for a solid twenty minutes in complete silence before Spencer couldn't help but peak over your shoulder. He saw the soft lines your pencil made as your hand flicked back and forth forming a face.

"Are you drawing?" He asked, trying not to startle you with the sudden sound of his words.

"Yes" You whispered, subtly signalling him to lower his volume, of course, it didn't work but at least you tried.

"What are you drawing?"

"Not what, who"

"Okay, who are you drawing?"

"Lena"

He stopped and thought for a second "The fifth victim?"

"No. Lena, the seven year old girl who loved her cat and the colour orange"

"Oh" He said poignantly. Silence fell between the two of you again before Spencer spoke up.

"It's very good"

"Thank you"

He paused before asking his next question "Why are you drawing her?"

"I draw everyone"

"Everyone?"

"After each case, I draw every victim. Every hurt person, devastated parent and dead child"

Spencer went quiet again, thinking he'd struck a nerve. You could tell.

"I draw them because I remember them, I know what has happened to them. I saw their wounds and I found their bodies and they don't deserve to be remembered that way. So instead, I draw them happy, the way they should be remembered"

After a small silence passed Spencer looked at you again "That's very you, of you"

"What do you mean by that?"

"Nothing bad. It's just, I've seen you. You pretend to be all dark and mysterious and intimidating, and you are but, you're also very caring"

You scoffed "You're getting better at that humour thing"

"I'm serious. You see how much we all hate notifying the victim's families and you do it instead. You hold their hands and tell them that their daughter has been murdered and you comfort them every time. You pour yourself into every case and work yourself to the bone all while showing no emotions, never faltering. You don't just do it when we're on a case, you're always like that. You do the paperwork everyone dreads, you deal with administrators so Hotch doesn't have to, you pay attention to every little detail. Like when Morgan was talking about the first time he met Jordan, you remembered his coffee order and brought it in the next morning. You remembered that Jack had to be picked up from daycare an hour early and reminded Hotch. You told Kevin about an obscure collectable Garcia had been looking for so that he could give it to her as a present. You covered for Prentiss when she didn't want to talk to her mom. You helped Rossi with that case he could talk about and you never asked a single question. You broke, I'm guessing a lot, of laws when JJ was in labour and you were hours away. When I called you late one night and told you that my mom was sick you were in Vegas by the morning and you didn't even say a word, you just brought me a coffee and sat with me when I was scared. You're always there for everyone even if you won't say anything"

You looked down, letting his words sink in then you looked back up, smiling. It was small but it was still a smile nonetheless.

"Thank you Spencer. It means a lot to know that someone notices"

He looked at you fondly before looking back at the paper.

"So how many people have you drawn?"

You let out a half laugh at hearing the question "A lot"

"How many's a lot?"

"Hundreds, maybe thousands"

"Wow"

"I've been drawing people, not just people from cases, since before I started working at the BAU. I always have"

"How come? I mean, I know why you draw the people from each case but what got you started?"

"I don't know really, I've always drawn, since I was a kid. I think my mother taught me"

You looked down at the mention of her and Spencer's gaze followed. You never mentioned your mother before, or any of your family for that matter, but he knew she had died a long time ago.

"What was she like?" He asked carefully.

"I don't remember her much, I was only five when she died"

He avoided your gaze, he felt awful for drudging up the past that you had left behind, presumably for a reason.

"I do remember one thing though, her smile"

You flicked through your little sketchbook, the black leather cover was worn and greying. When you stopped on a page you stared at it for a second, your finger hovering over the paper, the edges torn and bent from being turned so many times.

"Here" You said just above a whisper as you presented the book to Spencer. He observed the drawings, pages upon pages of a woman's mouth smiling. So many of them looked the same but just a little different. The soft curve of her lips, the faint smile lines.

You began to speak again, so softly with an air of caution "She smiled all the time, I could tell when they were real, even at that age. I got used to the fake smiles, she taught me those too but the real ones, they were magical"

Your fingers brushed lightly against his as you turned the page. He felt your feather-light touch course through his body like lightning.

You showed him your sketches of random women, all smiling. They all looked different, your guesses at her appearance "I've often wondered about what she looked like, I drew these just to guess I suppose"

Spencer wasn't thinking about his words, just soaking in yours while he stared at the marks in lead "You have her smile"

You stopped and looked up at him, you looked into his eyes as they scanned the pages. He didn't think anything of his words but they were some of the kindest you'd ever heard.

"Thank you Spencer"

The sincerity in your tone was loud. The way your voice cracked for a split second, almost unnoticeable, but not to him. You had never been compared to your mother before, you had rarely been complimented in general but to hear that your smile was hers? It was truly the best thing you had ever heard.

Spencer looked back up at you and he saw your face. He saw the slight tremble in your bottom lip and your eyes, your beautiful eyes. He'd noticed them before, on many occasions actually, but never like this. The colour darkened, he wouldn't have noticed if he hadn't memorised every detail of your face. He wasn't sure at first but after looking closer he was certain, tears glossed over your eyes, tears. No one on the team had ever seen you anywhere near crying and here you were, on the brink of tears after he had said just four words.

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean t-"

He was cut off by the gentle press of your lips to his. He was shocked, to put it plainly. He had harboured these feelings for you for so long and he was near certain that you didn't think twice about him. He barely had time to obsess in his mind over what this meant, did you love him back? Were you dating? Did this all mean nothing to you, just a thank you? before the kiss was over. You pulled back, ending the kiss as quickly as it began.

"Thank you Spencer"

You began turning the pages back to your drawing of Lena when a particular sketch caught Spencer's eye.

"I-Is that me?"

You blushed ever so slightly, you didn't think he was paying attention and you were just flicking pages quickly.

"Yeah"

"Can I see?"

"You're not gonna let me say "no" are you?"

"Not really"

You regretfully handed him back the book and he looked at the drawing of himself. Most of the others were just sketches, amazing ones but fairly quick, this one thought, of him, was a perfect capture of his likeness. He could tell you had spent hours on it.

"It looks like me"

"That was kind of the point"

"No, I mean, it looks perfectly like me. I can't believe you drew this"

"I-It's no big deal or anything, I've done the whole team. Doesn't mean anything" You said dismissively, trying to get your sketchbook back before he found that yes, you had drawn the others a few times but there were at least thirty sketches of him, in this book.

"Can I see those too?" Spencer asked as he tried to mask his disappointment. It was silly of him, to think he was special to you.

"Sure, just let me find them"

You took the book back and flipped the pages to reveal similar drawings of JJ, Hotch, Emily, Morgan, Rossi, Elle, Gideon and Garcia.

"Why do we ever hire sketch artists?"

You laughed lightly, the smile staying on your face.

"They're all...breathtaking. But why am I looking down?"

Spencer noticed the confused expression that spread across your face.

"Everyone else is looking straight ahead or off to the side a little, I'm the only one looking down. Why?"

"I can't draw your eyes"

"Are you kidding? JJ and Prentiss' eyes are gorgeous, they look so real"

"I can't draw your eyes"

"What's so different about mine?"

"Everything" The word slipped out of your mouth before you could catch it.

"What do you mean, everything?"

You decided you may as well answer him, there was no way you could get out of it now.

"Your eyes are so full. So full of you. Sadness, happiness, dorkiness. They turn a deeper, walnut kind of brown when you're sad or angry. When you get all excited about a fact you're telling us they have the slightest golden tint and shine. When you're happy, really happy, they practically glow. It's hard to draw that"

He stared at you, just stared.

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goddess | elle greenaway x famous!reader

content warning: unlabeled sexuality, SA, douchy men, self-deprecating thoughts, soft elle, google translate spanish, laufey

divider by @enchanthings

It always goes like this

Could have predicted it

I’m so naive to think you loved me for me

It was almost humiliating how many times you’d been in this position. Heels were abandoned at the door, makeup streaked down your face, and your heart felt too heavy to even make it to your own bedroom.

You threw yourself on your couch, dragging a blanket over yourself and taking your phone out apprehensively. Through your tears, you felt the hesitation of dialing that number.

The number you knew through and through.

You knew it by heart.

‘She doesn’t want to hear from you,’ that little devil whispered into your ear. ‘She’s so sick and tired of you and your bullshit.’

A whimper escaped your lips. You wanted to throw your phone and let it shatter on impact. But you never did.

Instead you clutched it tighter and shoved yourself deeper into the cushions of your couch, the memories of that night resurfacing.

Kissed as I ran off stage

Too old to play this game

Guess you’re still growing up at thirty

You met him on a quiet Sunday morning. You were at your favorite cafe and there he was, approaching you. Calling you beautiful, unlike any other girl you’ve met.

But most of all. He didn’t recognize you.

You detested dating fans. You already got your heart broken there before. You swore off of that.

He showered you with so much affection, you completely missed the signs.

Red flags always seemed normal under your rose-tinted view of the world.

Were you surprised by me

When you took me home?

When the glamour wore off

Reduced to skin and bone

You should have known it was all a lie.

You should have known he was just like all the other

You don’t know how long you sat there, wallowing in self-pity, but the sound of your phone ringing took you out of it for just a moment.

You pulled it away from where it was resting under the couch pillow and your eyes widened at the name.

Elle <3

Once again, you hesitated, your thumb hovering over the green button. You finally picked it up on the third ring.

“Ellie, hi!” You cringed at the way your voice nearly immediately cracked as you tried to feign your usual chipper mood.

“Hey lovely.” Her voice sounded so comforting. Even with just two words, you felt a twinge of warmth attempt to spread through your chest. “You okay?”

You cleared your throat. “Yeah, what makes you ask?”

“You sound like you’ve been crying. And it’s nearly midnight in LA, you aren’t usually this chipper this late unless you’re faking it.”

A sigh escaped you. You never could lie to her.

“You’ve always been so observant.” Your voice dropped the octave now that the facade faded.

“I hope so,” she chuckled lightly. “It’s kind of my job. Do you want to talk about it?”

‘She doesn’t mean it. She’s just being nice.’

“I don’t want to bore you with the details.”

She hummed in disapproval. “You know I always want the details from mi estrella.”

A sad smile slid on your face at the nickname given to you in your childhood; coined after you had gotten the solo in the choir concert.

‘Super star by day, best friend by night,’ 10-year-old Elle had quipped.

You huffed out a small laugh before it all fell away as you recounted your date that night.

“You remember Trevor right? Met him at that coffee shop on Melrose Avenue?”

You heard a pause on her end before she spoke again, her voice softer. “I do.”

“Well…I had a date with him tonight. Fourth one.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah. Oh.”

His lips pressed harshly into yours and his hands skimmed over your body as you struggled to keep up.

“I invited him to see me at a concert. My final one on my tour.”

I can’t even tell

Who you want to know

“Trev,” you had tried to laugh. “Slow down.”

Your words fell upon deaf ears as he kissed down to your jaw and began attacking at your neck.

“I um…I thought it was a good idea to invite him backstage when it was over…talk to him for a bit before I had to go out again.”

Elle listened as your tone got darker and darker, reliving your own fresh memories. She heard every bout of emotion in your voice. The pain that shone through from a broken heart.

He began lifting your skirt. You grew dizzy with nausea the more he continued.

‘This isn’t right,’ a tiny voice screamed at you.

“Trev—Trevor, please stop.”

Your hands found his chest, steadying yourself on it before pushing him away. “I said stop!”

“y/n…” Elle’s voice was a whisper now.

“I-I told him I didn’t want that. That I didn’t think we were there yet. He didn’t really like that…”

I’m a goddess on stage

Human when we’re alone

“What do you mean we’re not there yet,” he scoffed. “I’ve been waiting for basically two months for you to be ready.”

He moved in close again, placing a hand on your waist. “I’m so tired of waiting. I’ve listened to your stories, your music. Hell I even talked to that she-devil of a friend of yours, Bella.”

You couldn’t decide whether or not to feel disgusted or betrayed. “It’s Elle…You mean you didn’t want any of that?”

“I wanted you, baby…isn’t that enough.”

You cried freely now into the phone and Elle listened quietly, her own heart breaking for you.

“You’d be proud of me Ellie,” you sniffed. “I stood my ground. Told him no.”

“Yeah?”

You nodded, regardless if she’d see it or not. “Yeah… He didn’t really like it though. I had to call security to escort him out.”

“Did he put his hands on you,” she asked.

You bit your lip, the line going quiet for just a moment before you spoke again. “Do you think I can visit you? Just for a week or so?”

She frowned at the sudden change in topic.

“Of course you can, lovely.”

That next day moved so painstakingly slow for Elle. It was a paperwork day which meant she got to sit around anxiously as she waited for another call from you.

You had already called twice. Once to tell her you were leaving your apartment, twice to tell her your plane was about to depart from LA.

Hours has passed and now she awaited your call telling her you were at the airport waiting.

“Alright,” Derek quipped, rocking back in his chair. “What’s up with you today?”

Elle looked over at the man, lifting an eyebrow at him. “What do you mean?”

“You’ve been staring at your phone all day,” Spencer claimed, not looking up from his paperwork.

Elle’s attention snapped between the two men before finally settling on Morgan. “So?”

Derek grinned. “So…? You hate the phone Elle, now you look like you’re waiting for it to come to life in front of your eyes.”

The girl scoffed out a laugh, shaking her head.

“You know what I think it it,” Derek continued. “I think you’ve got Mr. Mystery you’re waiting on.”

Her smile halted for just a second at his words. She twirling the pen in between her fingers once then twice. “You’re delusional Morgan.”

Almost right on cue, her phone rang and Derek let out a laugh seeing the usually preserved woman scramble for it.

“Agent Greenaway.”

“So professional,” you mused, a sly grin sliding on your lips.

A smile eased onto her expression as she turned away from Morgan’s prying eyes. “Hola amorcito. ¿Cómo estuvo tu vuelo?”

“It was good, I slept the whole way here.”

“Eso es bueno. Lo necesita.”

“Rude,” you fake gasped. “Are you calling me grouchy?”

“Sabes lo que quise decir y/n.”

Morgan and Reid looked at each other as they listened to Elle’s end of the conversation, completely clueless as to what you were saying.

“Estaré allí en veinte. Estar segura. Te amo.”

Reid furrowed his brows curiously. He might not have been a whiz in Spanish, but he definitely caught those last words.

“Alright boys, you better behave.”

Spencer frowned. “Where are you going?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.”

The two of you had spent the rest of the day together.

You didn’t want to go out, so she took you straight to your apartment and there you had the time of your life. You two binged movies, played board games, and now you were cooking together.

It was pure bliss and you couldn’t as for more.

“I missed this,” Elle mused.

You sat perched on the counter, your head laid comfortably on the cabinet behind you and you passed ingredients to the cooking woman.

“Cooking,” you asked with a giggle.

She looked over at you with a laugh. “Pass me the oregano would you. And no I don’t mean cooking. I mean being with you. Phone calls don’t feel like enough anymore.”

You twisted your body around as you shuffled through her spice cabinet. “Yeah,” you mused. “Hearing your voice is definitely what keeps me sane though.”

Elle’s heart stuttered at those words. The cooking spoon in her hand slowed it stirring and she looked up at you.

“I can’t find the oregano,” you mumbled, your attention now fully on the cabinet.

“…it’s on the second shelf,” she cleared her throat, pointing up to where it should be.

“I’m looking on the second shelf,” you whined playfully.

“Here,” she moved away from the hot stove and in front of you, leaving over your head to reach it. “It was right…there.”

She didn’t even realize what position she had put herself in until it was much too late. Either one of your thighs laid beside her hips. You looked down at her and you could feel her breath on you. You could smell her addicting perfume that you found yourself missing every time you two were apart.

It was like an invisible magnet between you two, beckoning the both of you closer and closer. So close that you felt her lips brush against yours.

It was like an epiphany to you. Everything clicked in your head.

The pauses over the phone.

The nicknames.

Hiding your phone calls from her team.

But just as the fireworks began to rise, they sizzled out before ever going off.

She pulled away, clearing her throat awkwardly.

‘You’re so delusional,’ that ugly voice hissed to you. ‘She’s seen the real you. The ugly you. Why would she want that?’

You swallowed hard and blinked away your tears. “Elle.”

She didn’t look over to you. Just focused on finishing the meal. “Yeah?”

You released a dying sigh. “Do you…do you think I’m unlovable?”

She had never looked up so fast. You would have thought the spoon burned her from how quickly she dropped it.

“What?”

You felt like the question was a plot for attention, but it wasn’t. It was probably one of the most genuine questions you asked in a long time.

“I- never mind. I’m sorry.”

Elle looked at you as if you grew a second head right in front of her. “y/n,” she moved back to that same position she had just run from. Except this time, her hands fell to your cheeks, caressing them oh-so gently. “How could you ask that question?”

You frowned. “How could I not?” It came out as a whisper. A moment of pure vulnerability. The first of its kind since that phone call last night.

“I’m not that impossibly perfect, beautiful super star they all expect me to be. I’m just…me. No one wants that.”

Elle shook her head, eyes scanning all over your face before finally settling on your eyes once more. “I want that.”

She felt you freeze under her grasp, but she continued on. “Every single failed date and false expectation was never your fault. You are…so incredibly talented, beautiful, and utterly amazing. In more ways than people give you credit for. If all these other people can’t love you the way I do, for you, then they don’t deserve you.”

Your breath stopped in your chest. Stuck. Unable to move in or out. “You love me? Or do you love me?”

You put that emphasis on your final words. There was no other way it could have been interpreted other than

“y/n, I am so utterly in love with you. I have been for a long time.”

Your hands found her wrists where you stabled yourself onto her. A smile broke free from your shocked expression. With a broken laugh, you surged forward, pressing your lips onto her’s in a kiss.

“I love you too.”

Translations:

“hi lovely how was your flight.”

“That’s good, you needed it”

“You know what I mean y/n”

“I’ll be there in twenty. Stay safe. I love you.”

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AN: I can’t believe I wrote that all in one night. It’s officially 3am as of posting, I’m not expecting this to get much attention, this was more self-indulgence if anything. I hope u guys like it tho

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my first ever post :DDD yeahyeahyeahyeahyeah

spencer x reader • healthy and established relationship cause he goes through 2 much

part 2! https://www.tumblr.com/illicitghoul/748578849035599872/youre-instagram-if-you-were-in-the-bau-p2

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