elliottspond
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elliottspond · 30 days ago
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Spooky Season with Spencer Reid
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elliottspond · 3 months ago
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when im being asked a question, but i was busy daydreaming about __ x y/n
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elliottspond · 1 year ago
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hot take: boyband spencer reid is overrated and honestly one of my least favorite hairstyles…
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elliottspond · 1 year ago
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SPENCER REIDS HANDS IN EVERY EPISODE
“WON’T GET FOOLED AGAIN” - 1.03
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elliottspond · 2 years ago
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my favourite thing about criminal minds is when spencer starts running or trips or something and you can see under his paper bag nerd clothes just the absolute brightest socks of all time
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elliottspond · 2 years ago
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It’s Okay To Not Be Okay
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Pairing: Spencer Reid x GN!Reader
Summary: (Hurt/Comfort) Reader prioritizes work over themselves and Spencer helps them realize they’re important too.
Word Count: 1.4k
Warnings: Mental health struggles; it’s not explicitly stated what reader is dealing with
find my masterlist here!
[Please do not steal my work. Reblogs are appreciated. Happy reading!]
“I think you should stay home.” 
It’s been quiet since you both got up a few minutes ago. When you heard Spencer’s phone ring you knew it was Emily calling about a new case and she was going to tell him that the team needs to leave immediately.
You got out of bed wordlessly and Spencer did the same. He knew you could figure out what was going on from previous experiences. The two of you were getting dressed and ready, walking around the bedroom and in and out of the bathroom.
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elliottspond · 2 years ago
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my toxic trait is having to make it clear to everyone that spencer and elle are my husband and wife.
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elliottspond · 2 years ago
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Baby Spencer
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elliottspond · 2 years ago
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Good news!!
We reached 100 followers :o
I know I haven’t been as active recently, but don’t be fooled—I appreciate you guys a whole lot.
I hope you have a good rest of your day, love you <3
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elliottspond · 2 years ago
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My recent work—“It’s Okay To Not Be Okay”—just reached 400 notes!
Thank you to all who liked and special thank you to all who reblogged. I love all of you <3
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elliottspond · 2 years ago
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It’s Okay To Not Be Okay
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Pairing: Spencer Reid x GN!Reader
Summary: (Hurt/Comfort) Reader prioritizes work over themselves and Spencer helps them realize they’re important too.
Word Count: 1.4k
Warnings: Mental health struggles; it’s not explicitly stated what reader is dealing with
find my masterlist here!
[Please do not steal my work. Reblogs are appreciated. Happy reading!]
“I think you should stay home.” 
It’s been quiet since you both got up a few minutes ago. When you heard Spencer’s phone ring you knew it was Emily calling about a new case and she was going to tell him that the team needs to leave immediately.
You got out of bed wordlessly and Spencer did the same. He knew you could figure out what was going on from previous experiences. The two of you were getting dressed and ready, walking around the bedroom and in and out of the bathroom.
You didn’t even look at the clock yet to know what time it was, but it didn’t matter anyway. If it was eleven pm or four am, you were going to be tired either way and would need an insane amount of coffee to focus on the case.
It’s most likely a missing child. That’s what it is most of the time you get a call in the middle of the night. The first few hours are the most critical, which is why you were woken up in the middle of the night and why the team is trying to leave as soon as possible.
It’s also one of the reasons why you and Spencer weren’t making conversation, wanting to hurry up and get to the jet. The other reason being you both are too tired.
But he broke the silence with a comment you should have seen coming. Your mental health hasn’t been at its best lately and Spencer had noticed. The whole team had noticed. They noticed how you didn’t participate in casual conversations, how you were constantly tired, and most importantly how you weren’t as focused as you usually were.
You knew that you couldn’t hide it from a group of profilers, but they didn’t say anything so you kept trudging on and you expected Spencer to eventually insert himself and help you. Just not at this moment.
“Why?” You turn to look at him, go bag in hand, about to reach the door to leave the apartment. He stands near the couch, holding his own bag that carries his usual slacks and sweater vests. 
He stutters a moment, not sure how to say what he needs to say. He’s scared that you’ll be mad at him if he says the wrong thing. You try and get a good look at his face to get an idea of what he might say next, but it’s too dark in the big room, the only light coming from the moon outside.
“I- I just think it’s what’s best.” He shrugs his shoulders and starts walking over to you. Setting his go bag down, he takes yours out of your hand and sets it down next to his. “Just stay home.”
You can hear the waver in his voice, making your heart beat a little bit faster than it’s normal pace. You feel your chest tighten a bit at the guilt you feel for making Spencer worry so much.
“There’s no reason for that. I’m fine.” He spots your lie as soon as it leaves your mouth. But you really did think you were fine. It wasn’t until now that you realized just how not fine you were, and it showed in the form of your eyes becoming glossy because of tears.
“Y/N, please don’t lie. We’ve all seen it.” 
His voice is soft, enough to make you start slowly crying. What you’ve built for yourself, your walls that kept you decent enough to do your job, are left in ruins because of the man in front of you.
“You have to stay home.” The voice crack is what does it. You let out a quiet sob and he puts a hand on your cheek to console you. “It’s okay, I promise.”
You shake your head because he doesn’t understand. He doesn’t understand why you built those walls in the first place and why you fought hard and long to keep them there. 
“No, no it’s not okay.” He tries to follow your eyes but fails when you tilt your head down to look at the hardwood floor between both your feet. “I’ve failed.”
He now puts both hands on your cheeks to tilt your head up and you look into his eyes. “What are you talking about?” He furrows his eyebrows, and looks between your eyes to try to understand where you’re coming from.
“Spence, I can’t stay home because if- if I do, that means that I’ve failed at my job.” You almost whine to him, mad at yourself for being this way. “I was hired to help people, so that’s what I have to do.”
His hands start to leave your cheeks and you wince at the loss of warmth in the chilly apartment air. He quickly makes up for it by wrapping one arm under your armpit and the other over your shoulder. He tightens his grip around you, as if you would disappear at any moment.
Your arms mimic his, clenching your hands to grab handfuls of his cardigan. You snuggle your head in between his neck and shoulder, breathing in his very faint cologne.
You’re sobbing at this point, unable to hold your emotions back any longer. One of his hands starts to rub up and down along your back, trying to bring more comfort to you.
“You can’t help others if you don’t help yourself first.” It’s very faint and you almost didn’t hear it, but you did. “You aren’t failing if you stay home.”
You want to believe him because he always knows what he’s talking about with that big brain of his, but you can’t. Your mind is set in its ways of making you think that you aren’t good enough if you can’t do your job.
“Yeah I am.” Your voice sounds broken with all your crying and you hate how weak you sound, but you know Spencer doesn’t care. He’s told you multiple times that crying isn’t weak. He’s told you how strong it makes you, being vulnerable in front of others.
He pulls away just a little bit, enough to see your face and you take the hint and pull your face away from his neck. You miss the lack of contact despite the rest of your bodies still touching, and put your forehead to his.
“No.” His tone changes from sympathetic to serious and it would have scared you if his eyes weren’t so soft. “Tell me how you’re supposed to take care of others if you don’t take care of yourself.”
You can’t tell him because you don’t have an answer, and you know that’s the point. There is no answer. You can’t do your job to your full potential if you aren’t taking care of yourself, but that doesn’t mean that it changes how you feel.
After a few seconds of standing there, the only noise being your constant sniffling and sobs, he starts talking again.
“You can’t, Y/N. You need to stay home and you need to take a break.” He unwraps one arm around you when you start to pull your head away and look down. His hand reaches your cheek again and it forces you to look him in the eye. “It doesn’t mean you’re weak and it doesn’t mean that you’ve failed. Do you understand?”
He wipes your tears away, waiting for your response. You want to believe him and you’re starting to, it’s just difficult.
You close your eyes and let out a sigh, trying to calm yourself down. “You promise?” You ask, opening your eyes and letting one of your hands free from the death grip on his cardigan. You hold it in front of him between your bodies, it curled into a fist except for the pinky.
He drops his hand from your cheek and it meets yours, him intertwining his pinky with yours. “I promise.”
You nod, knowing he’s never lied to you and he wouldn’t start now. He also wouldn’t let you leave the building with how stubborn he is, so it’s pointless to keep going back and forth if you aren’t going to get anywhere.
“Okay.” You let your lips curl into a small smile, letting him know that you’re decently fine and he can leave you at the apartment.
“It’s okay to not be okay, and it’s okay to put yourself before others sometimes.” This time he puts both his hands on your hips, pulling you in for a soft kiss. “I love you so much, and we’ll be back before you know it.”
He lets go completely and you already miss the lack of contact. You already miss him.
“Try to get some sleep.” He gives you one last kiss before grabbing his bag and opening the door.
“I love you.”
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elliottspond · 2 years ago
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J.J: What’s the first thing you notice when a man approaches you?
Prentiss: The audacity. 
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elliottspond · 2 years ago
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Happy pride month!
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elliottspond · 3 years ago
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criminal minds: a comedy trailer
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elliottspond · 3 years ago
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EMILY PRENTISS (AND JENNIFER JAREAU) IN S3E05 SEVEN SECONDS
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elliottspond · 3 years ago
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Spencer Reid 4x09 52 Pick Up
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elliottspond · 3 years ago
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Elle Greenaway in 1x10 “The Popular Kids”
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