#EATS THEM UPP LIKE PASTA

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hii! i lovedd 'lover's rock' sososo much and would absolutely love if you'd write more about that reader & spencer's relationship! maybe the way it develops or their dynamic when they are like 100% official? anything'll do but the way you wrote reader is so unbelievably me i was absolutely eating it upp!!! i love you & your writing!

Hiiiii!!! Thank u sm !!! Lover’s Rock got so much love, here’s a part two!

My Spencer Reid requests are open!

Everybody Loves Somebody ~ S. Reid

Part II of Lover’s Rock

Spencer!Reid x Fem!Twee!Reader

Warnings: 18+ content, brief smut, reader gets wine drunk with BAU women. Reid being dirty, reader being dirty. Idiots in love, omg so cute, season 6/ 7 Reid is soooooo boyfriend. Morgan thinks Reid’s gone crazy. Um yeah okay enjoy

86% of Americans believe in true love, but only 67% of them say they’ve experienced it. That’s a statistic Spencer told you once.

How lucky you are to be apart of that 67%.

How lucky you are that you didn’t settle, that you waited painfully long for it to feel right, because it feels so right.

Ever since that everything but casual hookup, it was like a stone that was always supposed to be in motion, finally started rolling. Spencer took you to dinner, a nice Italian hole in the wall because you mentioned a love of pasta, then he started to call at the end of the day just to talk, and a second date became of that. It’s like he blinked and all of a sudden you two were spending all of his free time together, watching movies, his hand in yours as you dragged him to record stores.

He seriously thinks that in the moments you’re half dressed in his bed, rambling on and on about something you think is important enough to talk about until you practically pass out, that it’s all a dream and he’ll wake up alone come daybreak.

It never happens though, he wakes and you’re curled into his ribcage like that’s where you belong.

You do, he determines.

So three months of this honeymoon dance, the words ‘I love you’ come out unexpectedly in one of Spencer’s ramblings as the breeze blows in, feeling awfully like the winter that’s coming soon. You were bundled up beside him, hand in his like it always is as he tells you about work and how Morgan is always after him about the ‘scandalous love affair’ he’s having with ‘bar room girl’. Aka you.

“They ask so many questions, it’s unbelievable the lack of privacy I have. You know what he told me?” He had asked, which you answered with “What did he tell you, handsome?” before he continued.

“He seriously asked me if I was keeping my options open just in case you turned out to be crazy, clearly he had to be joking because there are no other options. Not that I would want another option! I wouldn’t, you’re the option I’ll stick with- no not an option just, well, you’re you and I love you so I don’t really care if you turn out crazy. I’d see the signs by now anyway.”

You stopped your stride, looking up at him with wide eyes and a wide grin.

“What?” You question.

“Well I’ve been with you long enough to learn your habits and if you were crazy then-”

“No.” You stop him. “You love me?”

He faces you, realizing he had just said it. But even if he wanted to try and back track, he couldn’t, he’s smiling too wide.

“Yeah, I do. I love you.”

“Good. I love you too.” You say, watching your words click in his brain and immediately his hands are cupping your face and he’s kissing you in the middle of the sidewalk, leaning over you as you laugh against his lips. Spencer doesn’t do PDA, or so he thought until he learned that it’s sometimes the only way you’ll understand his feelings and how he can’t put them into words.

You adore the sporadic behavior, getting kissed on sidewalks and trains and movie theater seats and anywhere else he thinks you’re far too beautiful in.

That’s what life has been like for six months together, madly and truly and deeply in love, deeply intimate in every word and touch and action. He goes to work and you’re the thought in the back of his mind as he crakes cases, you teach students and find yourself smiling at any free moment you have to think of when you’re going to see him next.

Now, the team has noticed the shift in their beloved Dr Reid, how he didn’t go out with them like he used to, how he spent a lot more time texting, how he’d casually mention you, but Spencer was a selfish man who wanted you to be something of only his. He shared his whole life with his team and even if they were his family, he took pride in knowing he had an escape they didn’t, which was you.

If the world got too much, you were there with your quirky outfits and strawberry lipstick to stain his cheek. You were his fix. Screw drugs, he had your laugh engraved in his head and that was far better than a needle.

That being said, there were times he was feigning, going through withdrawal all over again when he was gone for too long.

Like now. When he’s been everywhere but where you are for a week and three days just because he had back to back conferences and then fell right into a case.

He was tired and drained and felt a migraine coming on, painfully antisocial as he leaned back in the seat in the jet. Momentarily, he takes a second to breathe, then immediately digs his phone from his pocket and messages you.

He knows that you’re probably just getting home from the school day, that you’re probably sitting down at your desk to grade papers or work out lesson plans. He’s learned your routine in and out, it might be a little stalker-ish if he really thinks about it, so many cases has he worked where the unsub knows where a girl is at 4:30pm.

He’s no unsub, he just loves you enough to know everything about you.

Morgan, nosy like always, notices the way Spencer softly smiles at his phone.

“What are you grinning at, lover boy?” He asks, watching the way Spencer’s expression quickly shifts.

“Nothing.” He states, putting his phone away.

Morgan smirks. “Oh don’t be coy with me, we all know you’re dying to get home to that girl of yours.”

Spencer’s brows furrow, he opens his mouth to deny but the words don’t come. So he gives into it instead.

“So what if I am?” He questions, making Morgan- and Emily who is now paying attention- laugh.

“Aw, Reid, you’re all twitter-patted.” The dark haired agent says in a sweet tone.

Spencer presses his lips together and looks away.

“He’s not even trying to deny it.” Morgan tries to jab.

Only Spencer just shrugs. “Why would I try to deny it? I’m in love with her.”

The two widen their eyes.

“That’s a big word to use.” Emily hums.

“It’s a big feeling to have.” Spencer states. “You know, I’m used to feeling like I’m slowly going crazy everyday but ever since I met her, I don’t really feel it as intensely. It’s all the chemicals released in my brain I think, the dopamine and oxytocin over powers anxiety. Maybe it’s a placebo effect or something but I’ve never felt better than I do with her, so in short words, she’s cured me.”

For a moment, the two are at a loss for words, staring at their friend. It’s no negative thoughts they have, because they are overjoyed that their nerdy, awkward sidekick has finally found a match.

“I’m happy for you, Reid.” Emily smiles. “Sounds like she’s a good fit.”

Spencer, who could never speak ill about you, nods. “She’s probably the only one out there for me so yeah, she’s a good fit.”

“And you have me to thank for having her.” Morgan smirks. “Without me, you wouldn’t have approached her at the bar, you would’ve sat with your nose in that book and died alone.”

“Wow. Very encouraging.” Spencer says dryly.

“I want to meet her. I’m sure the whole team does.” Emily says, changing the subject.

“What’s that?” JJ adds in.

“Reid’s gonna introduce us to the girl who makes him leave the office at a decent hour.” Emily states before he can protest.

You aren’t going to like this idea, but the team is all talking about it like it’s the biggest news ever. He’d get you to settle and agree somehow, just so Morgan will finally see why he is so infatuated with you.

Besides, Rossi is already planning a night at his mansion for the team just so Spencer can bring you along.

- - - -

You completely lose track of the time as you continue to prepare dinner in his apartment, adding homemade sauce to pasta, cutting up seasoned chicken.

That’s probably why you don’t realize Spencer is home until he’s shutting and locking the door behind him.

He smiles in surprise as he sees you, dancing around his kitchen, hair clipped up in a messy updo, knee socks sliding around the floor.

“Hey.” He speaks, causing you to startle and flip around to face him.

Immediately, you’re joyous.

“Spence! Hi!” You rush to him.

He’s never been greeted so warmly until you, and now he can’t have anything different.

His arms encircle your waist as you clumsily throw your arms around his neck. The first words out of your mouth are ones he had never heard that often before you.

“I missed you.” You say, hugging him tight.

He pressed his nose to your hair, soothed by your citrusy shampoo. “I missed you too. I thought we were going to meet at the restaurant?”

You pull back only enough to see his face, your hand in his hair. It’s shorter than when you met, but it’s a good look for him.

“I know but I got impatient and figured I could surprise you with dinner. Is that okay? I suppose I could have asked. I used the key you gave me, I figured that the key meant I could stop in but I really should have asked, huh? Sorry, you know I get ahead of myself. Is this a violation of privacy-”

His lips find your rambling ones, immediately shushing you. It’s a warm welcoming feeling, something the both of you have missed terribly. You sink a little more into him, eyes shut in bliss as you slowly mold your lips with his, savoring it, deepening it.

“You being here is perfect, I gave you that key for to use. Thank you for using it.” He says closely as he pulls back, leaning his forehead to yours.

You sigh with a smile. “I really missed you.”

“I really missed you too.”

There’s a very peaceful silence for a moment, filled with your hands on his chest and your lips trailing over his face.

“Hey, sweetheart?” He asks before you press into him again, a little deeper now.

You hum in question against his lips.

“Where are your pants?” He asks, all muttered.

He really wasn’t complaining if you decided a new fashion trend was wandering his apartment in knee socks and funky patterned boy-short underwear.

“Red wine tragedy.” You state, pushing his coat off. “The cork wouldn’t budge, I put a little elbow grease into it but the thing toppled over when it popped and it was like a crime scene. Red stain everywhere.”

He tosses the coat to the arm chair. “That answers my next question as to why you’re wearing my Lacoste shirt.”

“My clothes are in the bathroom sink, had to scrub them down, though I think they can’t be salvaged.” You frown, turning back to the dinner, reaching for your wine glass.

Spencer just stares, watching how domestic it all is. You in his clothes, making dinner.

“Are you tired? Hungry?” You ask, looking over your shoulder at him.

“Hungry, yes. Tired, not yet. Are you staying the night?” He asks, coming behind you, kissing the top of your head as he leans to pick at ingredients and snack on them.

“Oh…do you want me to?” You question, trying to be coy like you don’t already know the answer.

“Of course I want you to.” He responds, making you chew your lip.

“Good, because my bag is already in your bedroom so it would’ve been really awkward if you said no.”

Spencer laughs, squeezing your hip in affection before he goes to clean up and get out of his work clothes. He takes a quick shower, warm water rushing over him, but he doesn’t want to be away from you for too long.

He comes out in sweatpants and a graphic shirt you’ve finally returned back to him.

The two of you sit and eat dinner and you listen to every single word he has to say before you explain your day and everything you didn’t cover in the nightly phone calls he made to you while away. It’s sometime after cleaning up, after the two of you washed dishes while bumping hips, that Spencer notices the trickle of things that have made their way amongst his belongings. Some have come over time, like a collection of cd’s, books, scarves you constantly forget to grab on your way out. Some things are new, like the makeup products in the medicine cabinet, your favorite snacks in the fridge.

“Did you move in while I was gone?” He laughs, coming to sit beside you on his couch.

Your legs immediately are tugged into his lap, his hand rubbing your calves.

“What? No.” You state, taking your hair down. “I just came by to collect your mail and put it on the coffee table …and to water your plants.”

Spencer cocks his head, looking at you in question. “I don’t have any plants, lovely.”

He watches your smile grow. “I got you some plants.” You say with a giggle.

That explains the golden pathos on the television stand and the small fiddle leaf fig by the window.

He thinks it’s charming, endearing. He noses your hair line, drawing you closer to him. “I no longer live alone, it seems.” He hums.

“Does that bother you?” You question, leaning your head into the space between his collar and jaw. The perfect you size space.

Spencer is quiet for a moment, then he shakes his head and speaks something into existence that he probably should have taken more than a second to think over.

“No, it doesn’t. Actually, I think I want you to move in. Permanently.”

Why should he have to think about it? It’s you, he wants you around 24/7. You could be his home, you could greet him like this always, your perfume could linger around like a friendly ghost.

“Is that a joke? I know you have an odd sense of humor.” You say, pulling back to look at him.

Spencer smiles gently, fingers tucking hair behind your ear. “No joke. I want you to be here with me all the time, I’m selfish like that.”

“You aren’t selfish.” You scoff playfully, but your expression quickly turns into one of concern. “But-but are you sure? I’m probably not a good roommate, I can be messy and I sleep weird hours. And I leave wet towels on the floor a lot, and sometimes forget to put the toothpaste away.”

Spencer shakes his head. “That’s fine, I’ll pick up the towels and put the toothpaste away.”

You continue to fuss. “But what about all of my things? I have a lot of stuff, you’d have to move things around and you’d get sick of all my shoes in your closet.”

“I don’t have much in my closet as it is, I’m fine with sharing. I’ll get another bookcase for your books.”

“But-”

He cradles your face in his hands. “But I love you and I’d be happy to trip over your heels forever. Now, do you want to move in or not? You can say no.”

You don’t want to say no.

“Your apartment is bigger than mine…and your shower has better water pressure.” You slowly say, cheeks still squished slightly between his palms.

Spencer begins to break out in a grin, but he lets you finish.

“And I could get to work faster…and I like the thought of never having to go back to my apartment for clean clothes.” Then you pause and look back up to his eye. “It would be nice to share something with you besides my entire heart and body and soul.”

How dare you say something so loving and honest, and just sit there like you were always meant to say these sort of words to him. Spencer is going to be love sick his entire life, he has no back bone, he is not a man but your man and this is all he has ever wanted. He starts to nod with starry eyes, slowly bringing his face closer to yours. “So?” He presses.

“So yes, I want to move in!” You say in a gleeful tone, throwing your arms around his neck as you rush a kiss to him.

You can’t help the cheerful laugh that leaves you, it makes it hard to kiss when Spencer is doing the same thing, completely at your will as you nudge him to shift and lay down on the cushions, you falling on top of him.

This is usually how it goes.

Someone makes a small move and then both of you get carried away. Neither of you ever seem to mind. You could spend an hour kissing and doing nothing else, but you haven’t felt the heat of him in ten days and nights, so you’re hungry for the breath in his lungs and the electricity in his fingers.

Spencer’s hands start to wander as you sit on his hips, kissing him slow and deep. They smooth up your thighs, over your underwear and up your back. Your mind is always as good as blank whenever those hands are on you.

“I’m never leaving again.” He declares, trying to work on the buttons of his shirt that you wear.

You sit up to help him. “That’s not possible.”

“I’ll find a way to make it happen, I only ever want to be here.”

You push the fabric off, leaving you in your lacy bra that he thinks is almost too pretty to take off.

Almost.

“Right here? On your couch?” You question sarcastically, fingers in his hair as he sits up to taste the skin of your neck.

“Yes, on my couch, about to show you how much I missed you.” He clarifies.

It’s blissful and exciting, how he ends up between your thighs, giving you relentless pleasure with no indication that he’s ready for you to return the favor. He’d stay like this all night if you wanted, tongue on nerves, fingers drawing out pretty noises from your blushed lips. It’s because it’s as good as breathing, having you reacting the way you do, tasting you in the most intimate way.

“Spence, baby.” You whine, legs threatening to shut.

He’s working you up, pushing you closer to the edge, looking up at you with those big brown eyes of his. Your hand tightens in his hair, holding him close as you plead for your finish. There’s no need to beg, Spencer would give this to you all day long.

When you do get to that point, it’s throwing you into another existence momentarily. A rather desperate moan frees from your throat, your head digging into the arm of the couch. It makes you feel warm and shaky. You have to blink harshly for your vision to clear.

“I- mmm.” You hum as he comes up to kiss you, it’s sinful the way you taste yourself on his tongue. “I think you’re the most perfect person in the history of persons.”

Spencer chuckles. “I’d correct your grammar but I don’t think your minds working at full speed right now.”

It’s true, everything is slow and fuzzy, yet you still find the urge to ask for more.

“We don’t have to.” He says, wanting to make sure you don’t feel obligated.

You never do, your drive just happens to be something he marvels at. In all actuality, he’s learned that he can match your pace, so it’s always fine. The two of you could spend nights on end falling into each other, either softly or with a hunger.

Tonight is probably one of those nights.

That’s how it seems when he has you in the bedroom after taking you on the sofa.

It’s your shared apartment now, he could probably have you on every available surface. But he has you in his sheets, teeth dragging across his skin, bare and the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

Sex is never just sex with Spencer, even when it feels like it. Like when he comes straight to your apartment after a bad day and you offer yourself as a cure. It’s never just using each other, it’s all feeling and praise and making sure the other is reassured and happy. It’s nerves on fire and constantly stroking those deep, hidden parts of heavy pleasure inside each other that have never been brought to life. There’s borders pushed, you just let it happen because there is no way you’d ever want to say no and deny yourself the feeling of what he does to you. He has you arching with an empty head thrown back against the pillow as your tongue goes lame and you can no longer properly tell him how amazing it feels. Spencer has an idea, given the way you shudder and make the most criminal and attractive sounds he’s going to be replaying in his mind forever.

You learn a lot about care in the moments following bliss. Spencer could be compared to an animal of prey, the way he comforts without question, wipes tears from your face and does anything you ask of him.

“Hey.” He calls softly, leaning up on his side, watching you with your messy hair sprawled on the pillow. “You still with me, angel?”

You hum, head feeling heavy as you turn it to face him. You’re there…most of you is.

You suck on your bottom lip like you always tend to do, not needing words as you nod.

His hand reaches for your cheek, thumb brushing the flushed skin. “Overwhelmed?” He asks in an intimate tone, one he only uses with you.

You curl yourself closer to him. “A lot of feelings…I feel a lot.” You jumble, brows furrowed as you try to get power back to your limbs.

He hums, understanding, adjusting to hold you. “It’s the endorphins.” He speaks. “You have a high release of them during sex, then it all comes crashing down post orgasm. Your body’s trying to regulate your dopamine, because you got a thousand milligram shot of it basically, and now the high is coming to an end.”

You love it when he proves just how smart he is. It’s also insanely hilarious if you think about it, because he was just leaving bruises on your thighs as he pushed deep inside of you over and over, and now he’s explaining the science behind everything he made happen for you. To say the least, you were insanely in love with how much of a nerd he is.

“I feel good though. Not sad or anything…just sensitive.” You breathe out, somehow your voice trembles and squeaks, nudging closer to his skin like you need it pressed to yours or you won’t live.

“What do you need?” He asks in concern, tightening his arms around you like a weighted blanket.

You could cry. You won’t, but you could at the way he’s so caring and gentle. In what life do you do good enough in order to deserve him?

This one.

Shifting to see him face to face, your hand rests on his jaw, your thumb brushing the stubble there, and then traces to his upper lip. You like when he doesn’t shave, it makes him look more mature.

“I just need you.” You tell him, continuing your slow rubbing motions. It’s all you can say because you’re not sure he’ll understand that you have the urge to be wrapped in his skin and bones entirely, like you could just absorb into him and be your happiest.

Spencer knew in all of those years of awkward strike outs and getting ignored, that when the day came when he’d have a you to tell him sweet things and caress gently, he’d have to recognize the feeling. He’d have to be aware that this was a gift and to not be blind to the fact in front of him. The fact being that he has someone to love who loves him back just the same, and now he has to use that fact in every choice moving forward.

‘Honeymoon’ months have come and gone and though the two of you did argue once in a blue moon, things were great and were going to stay great.

He thinks a lot about this as he stares at his book page, leaned back in a chair next to the sill of the tub you reside in. Warm water relaxes you, scented bath soap makes your skin smell fresh.

You’re watching your painted toes pop up from the water, perfectly content with his hand twisting a strand of your hair around his fingers.

“I like my bedsheets…they’re soft and broke in.” You say promptly.

“I’ll take my sheets off the bed, you can put yours on.” He tells you.

You turn the hot water dial on and off with your foot quickly. “You’ll let me put my stockings in your sock and underwear drawer?”

“Of course.”

“You won’t laugh at me when I come to bed in nightgowns because I spent way too much money at a 1960’s lingerie store?”

“Did you really do that?” He asks, looking down at you, taking better notice of your hair as he does.

You must have given yourself a trim again, your bang part isn’t straight. You’re always changing your hair on the whim and it’s never perfect, but it always looks great on you.

“I was really bored while you were gone.” You exclaim. “The girls and I went shopping and I somehow ended up with lace teddy’s in four different colors.”

“Which colors?”

“Yellow, pink, blue and purple.”

“I like purple.” He nods.

You smile, then turn over to gaze up at him, arms resting on the edge of the tub. “I love you.”

He looks away from the inked words on the page and to you, resting your cocked head on your folded arms. “I love you too.” He says, leaning down and kissing your temple.

Then he drops the bomb.

“Oh, we’re going over to Rossi’s and you have to meet the team.”

“Now!?” You panic.

“No, no, angel.” He laughs.

- - - -

“My hair.” You fuss.

“You’re beautiful.” Spencer reminds, leading you to the escalator after you get off the metro.

You’ve made every excuse in the book not to go tonight, you’ve worried yourself sick about absolutely nothing.

“Is Rossi really rich?” You ask, wrapping your arm around him as he crowds your space on the moving stairs, hand on your waist, not minding one bit at how you shrink into him as he faces forward.

“Extremely rich, actually. Sometimes I think I should write a book or two and live his lifestyle.” He tries to joke, but you merely groan.

“I should’ve worn different boots, nicer ones.” You sat into his sweater vest.

“Why didn’t you?” He asks.

“These are my nicest boots!” You protest, and Spencer just laughs because he knew that’s exactly what you’d say.

He likes that fact, that he knows you well enough to predict the words from your perfect mouth.

His hand rubs your hip, feeling the thick material of your coat. “Your shoes aren’t going to make them love you, honey, they’re going to love you because you’re you.”

A frown pouts at your red stained lips despite the way you swoon over his sweet words. Spencer is always good at stringing together terms of endearment to make you feel warm and fuzzy.

“Yes, I’m me, and people tend to not like me for obvious reasons.”

He doesn’t like those words coming from your mouth.

“I like you.” He chimes.

“Yes but you’re weird.”

“That’s no way to speak to your boyfriend who just put together a brand new bookcase for your things.”

You smile now, still clinging to him as the two of you head up to the night street. You’ll get a cab and you’ll be unsteady all the way to Rossi’s mansion of a home.

“I’m scared.” You squeeze his hand, staring at the iron door knocker.

Spencer squeezes back. “They pick on me, but they won’t pick on you. Besides, if you want to impress Rossi, just say a few things in Italian and tell him about your year abroad.”

“Vuoi fare sesso con me?”

His brows draw. “What’s that mean?”

You bite your smile. “Something I really can’t say to your boss.”

He rolls his eyes and knocks on the door.

This is the end. They’ll hate you, you’re sure of it and then Spencer will break up with you because his team will tell him he should ditch you and-

“Reid! You’re finally here!” An older man opens the door, dark hair slicked back, maintained facial hair, gold chain. He quickly ushers the two of you inside.

When his attention is turned to you, he is warm and inviting, introducing himself as David, calling you Italian terms of endearment, leading you to his living room after taking your coat.

The team- more like a family- is all talking amongst themselves with drinks in hand and laughing.

You’re thrown into the mix and come to realize you made it all up in your head.

The wine helps.

While the others are still trying to wrap their heads around the fact that Spencer Reid who doesn’t shake hands is showing signs of PDA, the girls who have been plotting for some time are pulling you away from him.

Spencer watches your eyes widen and he opens his mouth to suggest that maybe it’s not the best idea but Morgan sits him back down.

That’s how you end up in the guest bathroom with a bottle of wine and three women who ask you question and question. And as the four of you get tipsier and tipsier, all nerve is lost.

“We moved in together.” You say after handing the bottle to Penelope.

The three exclaim in surprise.

“He never tells us anything.” JJ frowns, possibly the most lightweight of them all.

Emily, who you learn gets more buzzed off of energy than anything, snickers a bit. “Sorry, I just got the image in my head of Reid sleeping in a twin size bed next to yours.”

The rest of you join her laughter.

“We share a bed.” You state, wondering why you thought these women were going to be monsters.

“Aw does he wear his pajamas and night cap too?” Penelope giggles. “Oh! Oh! Does he snore?”

She proceeds to imitate a very fake yet cute way of snoring.

“No, no. You guys have no idea what you’re talking about. He-he’s very normal, no striped pajamas, no oil lamp-”

“Ha! Oil lamp, that’s a good one.” JJ snorts.

“-just normal night routines, normal sex life, normal-ish sleep schedule.”

The three pause and you don’t even realize what you’ve given them.

“Normal sex life?” Emily questions, leaving you to drink from the bottle in confusion.

“Huh?”

“You said normal sex life.” Penelope presses.

“Oh…yeah.” Your cheeks go red.

The three cringe.

“Oh, ew.”

“Yeah, there’s no way Reid has a sex life and I don’t.”

“I’m never gonna get this image out of my head.”

Meanwhile, in the living room, Spencer is getting a similar interview.

“You love her?” Rossi asks with a proud smile.

“I do.” Spencer nods.

“She’s going to be moving in next.” Hotch jokes, fully being satire.

“No, she’s already done that. I’m going to marry her next.”

The men freeze and their eyes widen.

Their Spencer Reid, the young genius with a funny haircut who was just 24, is sitting here now talking about marriage.

“You’re too young for that, kid.” Rossi states, the others seeming to agree.

Only Spencer has thought of this for countless nights. Sure, he isn’t going to marry you tomorrow but he is going to marry you.

“I’m thirty, that’s a very average time for a man to marry. Besides, why would I push it off? I’m not waiting to be sure if she’s the one, I already know that.” He says like it’s so simple.

There’s no reasoning with him because he already has his reasons. The men realize this and accept it, because who were they to try and damper his mood? Everybody loves somebody, and Spencer finally fits that description.

- - - -

Crash

“I broke your plant.” You frown, stumbling over your feet, clinging onto Spencer as he pulls you through the apartment.

“That’s alright, it was more your plant than mine.” He reassures, trying to get you to the bathroom.

He knew he shouldn’t have left you with JJ, Prentiss and Garcia for that long. Now all three of you were wine drunk. He’s just grateful he only has to take care of you. Emily passed out on Rossi’s couch, Morgan was trying to wrangle Penelope when the two of you left.

“Your friends are nice.” You slur, hair in your face as he flicks on the bathroom light and sits you on the closed toilet seat.

“Yeah, real nice.” He huffs, pulling your hair up into a bun before going to grab your toothbrush.

“You’re mad?” You frown, mouth opening as he starts to brush your teeth for you.

Spencer looks down at you, one hand holding your chin while the other works the brush back and forth. “No, angel, never at you.” He reassures.

Once that task was tackled and he helps remove your makeup, he supports you all the way to the bedroom where he sits you in the bed and crouches to unzip your boots and pull them off.

Your eyes squeeze shut in hopes to get rid of the blur, and you yelp as he tugs your stockings down too roughly on accident. As your head hits the mattress, you erupt in a fit of giggles. Spencer can only apologize with a smile and kiss your knee.

“You’re taking my clothes off.” You state the obvious.

“Yes, I am.” He says, sitting you up after he pulls off your skirt to pull your sweater over your head.

“Careful now, I’m a married woman.” You joke, pulling at his sweater vest.

“Oh, are you?” He questions, pushing your hands away. The action draws a childish whine to escape you.

“No, sadly I’m not. I’m a spinster.” You sigh.

“That’s not what that means, lovely.” Spencer laughs.

“Doesn’t matter! Take off your clothes.” You whine and pull at the sweater again.

“Hey, I’m trying to get you ready for bed.” He dodges your advances once more, though it’s hard when you’re begging for a kiss.

Spencer kisses your nose and then goes to the dresser to retrieve a t shirt to slide on you when you’re just down to your underwear.

“I want a real kiss.” You frown, refusing to get in bed until you get it.

Spencer leans to softly peck your lips, once, twice, three times.

“Get in bed, I’ll get you some water.” He says, pulling back and motioning to the pillows.

With an audible humph, you do your best to crawl to your spot and slide into the sheets that came from your old apartment.

Spencer returns quickly with a glass of water, sets it on your bedside table and proceeds to get changed himself, well aware of your gaze.

“Spencer?” You question.

“Yeah?”

“You should make me your wife, I’d be a good one.”

He looks over at you, mostly covered in darkness accept for the light coming in from the window. You look so peaceful, watching him with love, saying the most perfect things.

“I know you would, pretty girl.” He smiles.

You’re satisfied with that answer.

Patting the empty space, you beckon him to your side, wanting to be tangled together. Spencer comes to his side of the mattress, the side closest to the door, and slips under the covers and helps you adjust into him.

Mostly incoherent, you speak. “We could get married, I could change my last name to Reid and we’d be the smartest couple around, you and me.”

Spencer hums, lying on his back as you nuzzle into his chest. “That sounds pretty nice.”

“I won’t ever ask for a divorce either, I wouldn’t even spend all your money.”

“Is that what you think wives do?”

You shrug. “That’s what my dad says about my mom.”

Kissing your head, he beckons you to go to sleep and you could continue this conversation another time.

“…Take your clothes off.” You say, shut eyes and mischievous smile.

“No, go to sleep.”

[ysaefinn]

Imagine reader teaching dilf!stsg brainrot😭😭 I just know satoru would EAT IT UPP. They would definitely see them watching tiktok or something over their shoulder and ask what it means(Satoru would also try to use brainrot and then use it completely wrong)

Boy i sure hope nobody reads my mind this fine morning!

The nefarious mind reading anon: teaching dilf!stsg brainrot

ANON THE WAY I GAAAAAAAASPPPED this has been on my mind for like a week now 😭😭 suguru's cooking pasta and you say some shit like "Still water" and start giggling and He's like "????????" But smiles soooo fondly bcuz his baby is happy and that's all that matters to him <33 Satoru tho would inquire and have a field day with it LMAOO you'll bond over it eventually!! Suguru's gonna love hearing it from you bcuz to him it's just "my silly baby <33" while satoru is pissing him off 😭😭

[kovitlac]

An Introduction...

Greetings! Just to start things off, this is not a day by day weightloss journey blogs. Absolutely nothing wrong with those (they can be incredibly inspirational for those struggling with their own journey!), but it's far too late in the game for me to start something like that.

My own weightloss journey isn't as dramatic as some. It began in the summer of 2017. I started at 195lbs, as a 5'4 female. That's a 33 BMI. In other words, obese. I saw that scale at the doctor's office and swore to myself I'd never see 200. I back-peddled so hard you could hear the record scratch. At first I didn't eat for 2 days (getting your heart broken will do that to you), but obviously that's a horrible way to lose weight. I decided that I'd I wanted my weightloss to be sustainable, I needed to form healthy eating habits. I gave myself the initial goal of hitting 140lbs (the smallest weight I could easily recall being). After that I could reevaluate and decide if I wanted to stop, build muscle, whatever.

I'll detail what all I did better in future posts, but in short, I made a lot of small changes I could easily keep up with.

I did eventually hit 140lbs in about a year, in the summer of 2018. I decided to keep losing. Today, March 16l7th, 2019, I am between 125 and 128lbs. I'm still losing very slowly, trying to lose a bit more of this stubborn upper thigh and lower belly fat. But overall, I feel so much more empowered and incredible in my new body. I no longer wear Large t-shirts. I now fit very comfortably in a Small! If a top is 'girl sized', I wear either a small or a medium, depending on the cut. My feet no longer hurt after spending 8 hours a day on them, and a rash I had on my ankle for ages cleared up.

I didn't starve myself.

I did greatly up my water intake.

I didn't jump on any fad diets like cabbage soup diet. I also didn't start WW, keto, OMAD or Intermittent Fasting (I do skip breakfast because I'm never hungry that early, but I wouldn't consider that alone to fall under IF).

I did switch to buying light margarine, diet pop, sugar free creamer, whole wheat pasta, etc. I also realized sugar free creamer was making me slowly hate making coffee away home, so I did actually stop. For my own sanity 😆

I didn't count calories or weigh out my food, although both are incredibly beneficial weightloss tools if you struggle with portion sizes or estimating your calories. Regardless of whether you choose to count/weigh or not, CICO still applies.

Sorry, this intro is getting long...

I also started learning how to care for myself in other ways. I recently started applying lotion more rigorously, resulting in incredibly soft skin. No more painfully dry elbows! I also started buying cuter clothes, and fewer gaming tees (don't worry - the gamer tees are still a thing 😆). I've gotten back into stretching, and am hoping to retrain mysrlf to do the splits, something I haven't been able to do since my highschool / early college days.

Everything started with a promise I made to myself, committing to that promise, and holding myself accountable. That and a shit-ton of small, but effective, changes.

If I can do it, anyone can. I'm open to any and all respectful questions. Keep in mind this is only my first post, and I'll continue to go into detail and post more photos as I update.

That's about all I got in me for tonight. Of uppe on your own weightloss journey, I want you to know you're not alone, and your struggles are not insurmountable.

In the meantime, if you are struggling with weightloss, consider joining the r/loseit community on Reddit. Their knowledge, along with their safe, supportive community both taught and inspired me to begin and continue my journey.

Also, download an app like My Fitness Pal, available for free. You can use it to track your weight, but more importantly, track your calories, including how much you should be eating to reach your weightloss goals. There are also helpful articles and low calorie recipes to browse!

You can do this.

-Kovi

[consulting-celiac-in-the-tardis]

61 Gluten Free Kid-Friendly Recipes for Picky Eaters

New blog post! Now that back-to-school season is here and parents are busier than ever (especially with many students doing virtual learning!), I wanted to lend a hand with a common problem I see in gluten free Facebook groups: finding gluten free recipes for kids that even picky eaters will enjoy!

Below, I've complied 61 gluten free recipes for kids that are specifically designed to please picky eaters. I've also included gluten free breakfast, snack and dinner recipes so that your picky eater can eat happily alllll day long. So let's dig right on in. Here are 61 gluten free recipes for kids that are sure to please even the pickiest of diners. :)

Gluten Free Recipes for Kids: Breakfast Edition 

1. Kid Friendly Blueberry Kale Smoothie (Paleo) - Hot Pan Kitchen

Sweet ingredients like blueberries, banana and dates will disguise the kale and chia seeds also included in this smoothie!

2. Gluten-Free Breakfast Cookies - Mom's Test Kitchen

Gluten free oats, peanut butter and banana combine into a delicious and easy breakfast.

3. Keto Pancake Cereal (Low Carb) - Wholesome Yum

Pancakes + cereal = a kid's dream come true.

4. Spinach and Feta Egg Cups - Served from Scratch

Since spinach is mild in flavor, it's the perfect choice for a kid-friendly breakfast.

5. Easy and Delicious Keto Pancakes (Low Carb) - Healthy With Jamie

These gluten free pancakes are as healthy as they are yummy!

6. Gluten Free Pumpkin Breakfast Cookies - Home Body Eats 

Cookies for breakfast? Who would turn down that?!?

7. Peanut Butter Greek Yogurt Overnight Oats - Lemons and Zest

A prep-ahead breakfast you and your kids will look forward to eating!

8. Sourdough Almond Flour Waffles (Dairy Free, Sugar Free, Grain Free Option) - Raia's Recipes

The perfect gluten free treat to start your children's day.

9. Easy No-Bake Greek Yogurt Tart (Egg Free) - Fearless Dining

These gluten free tarts look fancy, but they are just as easy to make as they are to eat.

10. 3-Ingredient Blueberry Cheesecake Bagels (Egg Free) - Casey the College Celiac

These gluten free bagels are so easy to make, your kids can always lend a helping hand!

11. Banana Buckwheat Pancakes - A Baking Journey

Buckwheat flour and a hidden banana make these pancakes about as healthy - and delicious - as they can get.

12. Breakfast Tostadas - Simply Full of Delight

Taco bout a delicious start to the day.

13. Low Carb Gluten Free Sausage Balls - My Productive Backyard 

Seven ingredients combine into a delicious low carb breakfast or snack.

14. Paleo Apple Muffins (Dairy Free, Vegetarian) - Cook Eat Paleo

Apple pie in muffin form? Yes please!

15. Keto Breakfast Sandwich - Cooked By Julie

You can also prep these keto bagels ahead of time for an even easier gluten free breakfast.

16. Gluten Free Oatmeal Breakfast Bars - Your Haute Mess

For those needing a quick and easy breakfast on busy school mornings...

17. Gluten Free Poptarts - Celebration Generation

Ummmm, yes please?!?

18. Acai Bowl - The Forked Spoon

Who needs to buy an acai bowl when you can make your own at home?

19. Easy Recipe for Gluten Free Waffles - Hunny I'm Home DIY

A classic waffle recipe, just gluten free.

20. Gluten-Free Egg Fried Rice - Good For You Gluten Free

This egg fried rice is just as delicious for breakfast as it is for dinner!

21. Full English Breakfast Muffins (Grain Free, Low Carb, Paleo, Refined Sugar Free) - Emma Eats and Explores

Who knew you could have a full English breakfast in the form of a single muffin?

22. Southwestern Frittata - Feasible Feast

An easy and healthy recipe that you can enjoy for breakfast or dinner.

Gluten Free Recipes for Kids: Snack Edition 

23. Healthy Banana Snack Cake (Refined Sugar Free) - Flavor the Moments

Are you drooling, or is it just me?

24. Copycat Cookie Dough Vegan Larabar - Cass Clay Cooking

Use gluten free oats, and this is a delicious gluten free snack that people of any age will enjoy!

25. Easy Double Chocolate Zucchini Bread - Creative Green Living

No one will even guess there's zucchini in this chocolatey snack.

26. Gluten Free Pumpkin Scones (Vegan) - The Curious Frugal

A gluten free snack that's perfect for the upcoming fall season.

27. Simple Morning Muffins (Dairy Free) - Fresh Simple Home PHOTO

These muffins almost look too pretty to eat!

28. PJ Masks Inspired Popsicles (Dairy Free) - Keep Calm and Eat Ice Cream

These gluten free popsicles come in three fun flavors: Gekko Grape, Catboy blue lemonade and Owlet raspberry strawberry.

29. Green Berry Banana Bread (Vegan) - Casey the College Celiac

This banana bread comes out green thanks to the addition of spinach, but your kids won't taste any vegetables.

30. Gluten Free Pizza Bites (Dairy Free Option) - Gluten Free on a Shoestring

Use muffin pans to make these pizza bites an easy and delicious snack.

31. Chocolate Protein Donuts (Soy Free, Dairy Free) - A Sorey Fitness

These chocolate protein donuts are delicious enough to eat for dessert, but also make for a healthy snack.

32. Gluten Free Goldfish Crackers (Nut Free, Vegan) - Healthy Taste of Life

A childhood classic made gluten free and vegan, so anyone can enjoy!

33. Air Fryer Plantains (Paleo, W30, Vegan) - Recipe This

All you need are three staple ingredients and 10 minutes to whip up these yummy snacks.

34. Almond Flour Crackers - Snappy Gourmet

You can add whatever flavors or seasonings you want to make these crackers your perfect snack.

35. Healthy Chocolate Granola (Oil Free) - The Banana Diaries

Chocolate for a snack is always a good idea, especially in the form of healthy granola.

36. Parmesan Roasted Broccoli Stalks (Vegetarian) - Two Healthy Kitchens

Reduce food waste and get your kids to eat more vegetables by cutting your broccoli stalks into fun shapes!

37. Vegan Mug Brownie - Natural Goodness 

When your kid is begging for cake as a snack, whip them up this healthy mug cake instead!

38. Keto Cheese Crackers (Grain Free) - Texanerin

When you need a gluten free, kid-friendly snack that's free of grains but packed with cheesy flavor.

Gluten Free Recipes for Kids: Dinner Edition 

39. Cheesy Cauliflower Bread Sticks (Low Carb, Grain Free) - Curry Trail 

Pair these with some marinara sauce and protein, and you'll have a kid-friendly meal with a hidden veggie.

40. Gluten-Free Tomato Cheese Tart - What a Girl Eats

This cheese tart is full of such rich, cheesy flavor, kids won't even mind the vegetables thrown in.

41. Flank Steak Tacos with Brussels Sprouts - Eating Works

Before you start worrying about the brussel sprouts, the best part of these gluten free tacos is how easy it is to customize them to your family's taste! Check out the post for plenty of ideas on how to change up your usual taco night.

42. One Skillet Cheeseburger Helper - Serena Bakes Simply From Scratch

A traditional family dinner given a gluten free twist!

43. 20-Minute Vegan Sloppy Joes - Wow It's Veggie

Sloppy Joes are a favorite childhood classic of mine!

44.  Chicken Broccoli Casserole - Dancing Through the Rain

Plenty of cheese hides the broccoli and cauliflower rice included in this comforting casserole.

45. Brazillian Cheese Bread - Simple Living Recipes

This gluten free bread is crunchy on the outside, cheesy on the inside, and sure to win over even the pickiest of eaters.

46. Vegan Shepard's Pie - Plant Based Folk

Creamy potatoes, tender vegetables and a flavorful meat substitute combine into one comforting, gluten free dinner.

47. Lightened Up Veggie “Nachos” (Low Carb, Keto) - Couple in the Kitchen 

These are nacho traditional tacos...but they are super tasty!

48. Best Ever Gluten Free Cheeseburger Macaroni Skillet - A Sprinkling of Cayenne 

Cheeseburger + macaroni = and a gluten free dinner for the whole family.

49. Quinoa "Mac" & Cheese - Hungry Hobby

All the flavors of mac and cheese with the plant-based protein of quinoa!

50. Vegan Black Bean Burgers with Sweet Potato - The Oregon Dietician

For when you want to shake up your family's usual burger night.

51. Taco Tater Tot Casserole - Mae's Menu 

Tater tots get an upgrade in this gluten free and comforting casserole dinner.

52. Easy Creamy Gluten-Free Spaghetti (Vegan Option) - Spice It Upp

A garlic cream sauce turns this gluten free spaghetti dinner into a recipe your kids will request regularly.

53. Easy Baked Chicken Nuggets (Paleo Option) - Whole New Mom

A childhood classic made gluten free. 

54. Vegetable Pasta Sauce - 7 Different Veggies and Legumes (Vegan) - My Pure Plants

This is the spaghetti sauce you need to get even the pickiest of eaters to eat their veggies.

55. Gluten Free Pizza Quesedilla (Vegan Option) The Helpful GF

Two of kids' favorite foods combined? Talk about a win!

56. Healthy Vegetarian Mexican Casserole with Rice & Beans - Piping Pot Curry

Cheese, brown rice and lots of veggies combine into a comforting casserole for family dinner.

57. Keto Grilled Cheese - Here to Cook

Pair this homemade grilled cheese with some tomato soup or your kid's favorite side, and you'll have a gluten free dinner everyone can enjoy.

58. Low Carb Pizza Chicken Skillet (Keto) - Low Carb Yum

Turn regular chicken breasts into a delicious "pizza" dinner with this recipe!

59. Vegetarian Chicken-less Pot Pies - A Mummy Too 

Who would say no to pot pies?!?

60. Mexican Quinoa in Instant Pot (Vegan) - Spice Cravings

This quinoa only takes 30 minutes and 1 pot to make, but it's packed with flavor.

61. Sheet Pan Apple Cinnamon Chicken (Whole 30, Paleo, Grain Free) - Paleo Gluten Free Guy

This sheet-pan dinner features juicy chicken thighs, tender veggies and a hint of sweetness from apples.

Enjoy These 61 Gluten Free Recipes for Kids!

Whether you have kids who are picky eaters or just want some gluten free recipes the whole family will enjoy, I hope this round-up gives you some delicious ideas for breakfast, snacks and dinner.

Now let me know in the comments - which of these recipes do you want to try first?

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