#marry me spencer

[c0wboylik3m3]

I've been writing a lot to help with my anxiety, some of it's smut and some of its me trying to be better at writing romance. one of the fics that i'm writing in attempt to get better at writing romance, a lot of it is terrible but I wrote something and it's been on my mind.

“I don’t know if I believe in god or a heaven but when I die and if I meet him I will thank him for everyday I’ll spent loving you” 

there's just something about it. Like if someone ever said this to me I would sob. like full on.

And the place within the fic in which it is said would kill me. It's a Spencer Reid x OC, their married and on a case. They just got back from the police station and OC had ran a bath while Spencer got chinese food to enjoy. They got in the bath together and was just talking, Spencer was staring at OC as she talked with the most loving eyes. She paused and asked what was wrong and he just dropped that.

I just think that it's the most romantic thing I've written to date and if you'd like me to post it lmk cause I will, it won't be very good but it will be something with a little bit of smut but mostly romantic shit.

[d4ydream-girl]

comments from smosh cast + crew on shourtney's wedding post!!

ft. mythical, thomas sanders, macdoesit, and www.chess.com?? lol

[babyboybuckley]

Lassiter calling Shawn astounding, Shawn then immediately bending over backwards to solve a case for Lassiter and get his confidence back, and then next episode Lassiter getting Shawn his bike back from impound??? I'm truly obsessed with them

[godmerlin]

The Living and the Dead (episode one)

[ginaonline]

As a desi girl (sab toh soni saadi desi girl iykyk) I was pleasantly surprised when i got to the Psych Bollywood themed episode "Bollywood Homicide" [s4 ep 6] because it wasn't caricatural or disrespectful (in my opinion) and you can tell that actual south asians worked on it when you look at the cast, the opening theme being sung in hindi / urdu, the choice of songs played in the episode, the storyline and the characters + the fact that they had Juliet in a blue saari which is literally the BEST color anyone could have ever picked for her and she looked drop dead gorgeous !!!! And also can we talk about ABIGAIL KNOWING URDU / HINDI ??? She's so perfect I love her 🫂

Especially for something that came out circa 2009 i was reallyyyy worried it wouldn't hold up now but it truly does and it's a really good episode ♡ Love the Psych themed episodes so much !!

p.s : i know it's bare minimum for a show not to be flat out racist lmfao but i love how its just a really well made episode like all the others in the show and they had actual south asians working on it (and also the fact that NOT EVERY BROWN CHARACTER HAD AN EXAGGERATED ACCENT)

[earthtothemourge]

Mon Amour <3

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[0and0its0doctor0]

I'll wear out the words I love you

Spencer Reid x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Mentions of blood, injuries, nothing graphic

Summary: Spencer finally asks the question that’s been on his mind for months…just not when and where you’d expect

Word Count: 305

“You look beautiful.” The words caught you off guard and you paused. Maybe you had a head injury or something, there was no way that Spencer Reid just said you looked beautiful at the present moment. “Babe. I’m covered in blood. Most of which isn’t even mine.” You said looking down at your blood stained shirt. Some of it was from your busted nose but most of it belonged to the unsub you just got done taking down. Spencer was impressed, he just watched you fight the unsub and subdue him all on your own and you came out only moderately scathed. Your vision was starting to swim. “Marry me.” Spencer said seriously while holstering his firearm. You paused. You were seeing two of him. You had to be hearing things too.

“I’m sorry what? I’m seeing two of you.” You muttered pressing a hand to your temple. “Diplopia. It means double vision. Marry me.” He again asked the same thing and you stared at him. “Baby are you okay? Did you get hit in the head?” You asked, looking up at him as he stepped towards you. He had that grin on his face that made your heart beat harder in your chest and your mouth go dry. “Marry. Me.” He enunciated each word, brushing hair out of your face and tilting your chin up with his fingertips. “Yeah. Of course.” You said with a smile. He leaned down and captured your lips not caring about the blood from your nose. When he pulled away he was panting, “Let’s get you cleaned up.” He said grabbing your hand and walking you over to a waiting ambulance. You couldn’t believe your boyfriend just asked you to marry him in the middle of a crime scene. You really hoped you didn’t just hallucinate the whole thing.

[0stargirl0]

Honestly me too

[theseviolentdellghts]

untouched uninterested unreachable xo

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

[stonedwith30yearolds]

spencer reid been shot in the neck but all i can think about is how weirdly fine he looks when he’s in hospital.

[l0v3-qu4rtz]

Gubler music !

𐙚 Songs that remind me of MMG ! ᡣ𐭩

l Song: Troublemaker (feat. Flo Rida) - Olly Murs, Flo Rida

I know yall have seen those edits, and this song is so MMG. Vibes just MGG

II Song: Sweater Weather - The Neighborhood

This song is so comforting and chill. Just like MMG <3

lll Song: DONTTRUSTME - 3OH!3

don't ask. Just picture photos of MMG in his prime and this song. Like him in 68 Kill with this, yes.

lV Song: Mr. Brightside - The Killers

I know the whole rumor about him being associated with this song is a rumor but, cmon this song still is him. (Fav song back in 2018)

V Song: Tongue Tied - GROUPLOVE

This song just captures the carefree and silly personality that I feel Matthew has, like hes so silly and pookie <3

VI Song: Wildest Dream - Taylor Swift

I had to. Mgg and Taylor songs go together like PB & J

VII Song: Shut Up and Dance - WALK THE MOON

Again, another carefree happy song I feel perfectly capsulates MGG, hes just so pookie and sunshine 😍

VII Song: Rude - MAGIC!

Need I say more ?

K end of playlist bye bye :3

[all-i-do-is-live-in-daydreams]

WHY CANT SPENCER REID BE HAPPPPPPYYYYYYY !!?!?!?!?!?!? WHAT DID HE DO TO DESERVE ALL THIS TRAGEDY ?? HES JUST A SWEET NERDY AUTISTIC BOY LET HIM BE HAPPY PLEEEAAAASSEEEE

[fishbrain-glubglub]

She's Not Here

If anyone were to ask the BAU who the epitome of masculinity was, they would all immediately point towards their Unit Chief: SSA Aaron Hotchner.

The man effortlessly oozed masculinity. His solid 6’2” stature framed perfectly in his tailored suits made many mouths water at the sight, daydreaming about the body that lay in waiting underneath. Not a day went by where at least one person hadn't drooled over his stubble-peppered jawline, claiming it was sharp enough to effortlessly cut glass. His signature stoic aura only emphasized his classic alpha male status to any passersby familiar or not to the man. There was no doubt to anyone's mind that Aaron Hotchner was what every man dreamed to be.

But standing in only his boxer briefs in front of his bedroom mirror, all Aaron could see was everything he deemed wasn't manly. His hips were too wide despite being surrounded by well-toned muscle after decades of running and UnSub chasing. His jawline, while covered in stubble not yet shaven, wasn't as sharp as many of his admirers claimed it was. His shoulders, while looking wide and commanding in a sharp suit, felt narrow and small bared for his room to see. His chest bulged in all the wrong ways despite the faint twin scars bordering the bottom of each toned pectoral. Despite the decades of time Aaron had worked to achieve his current form, he could still see her poking through every insecurity he kept hidden, taunting him with the same dark chocolate eyes that sent even the most hardened UnSubs cowering.

A scowl glared back at him in the mirror as he crossed his arms defensively across his chest. The phantom ache of utter wrongness seeping from every inch of his skin began to rapidly bubble to the surface. No matter how hard he tried to quell her from resurfacing, she always managed to seep through the cracks, blasting a neon sign to reveal all of his obvious flaws to the world and to himself. He couldn't seem to shake the ghost of her presence no matter how hard he tried. It was days like this that he wondered why he even tried so hard to be himself, to be comfortable in his own skin.

A tiny flash of silver caught his eye in the mirror before two familiar lanky arms enveloped him from behind, pulling Aaron out from his mental spiral. A calming warmth spread against his backside before the caress of soft lips peppered his shoulders.

“Keep glaring at the mirror like that and it might just confess.”

A soft huff of laughter escaped from Aaron's lips as his gaze left his own and settled on bright amber hues eyeing him lovingly from behind. His arms never left their tight embrace over his chest, but his stance softened significantly. He let his shoulders sag and gently leaned back into the comforting embrace of his husband.

Spencer gave Aaron's torso a soft squeeze, beginning a gentle sway of their body's to a tune unheard by Aaron but calming nonetheless.

They stayed tangled in front of the mirror until Aaron's arm finally fell from their tense state across his chest, turning his back to the mirror and nuzzling his face into the crook of his partner's neck. His hands settled on Spencer's hips as Spencer snaked his hands up his husband's torso before settling around Aaron's neck. They continued to sway to an unknown tune in the comfort of their room hidden safely away from the rest of the world. Aaron was so lost in Spencer's embrace that he hadn't realized he had begun to tremble until he heard his husband begin to gently soothe him.

“Shh, sweetheart. It's okay. I'm right here.” Aaron felt one of Spencer's hands begin to caress the hairs on his neck, causing his already shaky resolve to fracture further. His arms tightened around his husband briefly, desperately trying to cling to any semblance of his hardened stoic mask as he could.

“Aaron.” Spencer's hand left his hair to cup his face, pulling Aaron from the safety of his partner's neck. He kept his gaze down and away from the growing concern in his husband's eyes and tried desperately to reign in his emotions.

Spencer was having none of it. “Aaron,” he repeated, rubbing gentle circles on his husband's trembling cheek. “Honey, please. Talk to me.”

Aaron instinctively shook his head, not wanting to voice his thoughts. If he said them out loud, it meant admitting they were true. He desperately clung to the silence, wanting to cling to his masculinity as long as he could.

Aaron felt his husband sigh. He closed his eyes, mentally preparing for the worst: Spencer telling him he couldn't be with someone so unmanly as Aaron. Spencer withdrawing and leaving him to deal with his internal turmoil on his own. Spencer telling him to suck it up and deal with it like a real man. 

Deep down, Aaron knew these scenarios would never happen. Spencer had seen Aaron at his lowest many times over, had known his deepest secret longer than the rest of the team - save for Rossi who had known since Aaron had originally joined the FBI. They wouldn't have gotten married if Spencer hadn't been confident in their commitment to each other for the rest of their lives.

That still didn't stop Aaron's mind from jumping to the worst at every moment it could.

A gentle hand under his chin snapped Aaron's gaze to his husband's, finding nothing but concern and worry in the comforting amber eyes. Spencer's frown pulled his brow down in a way Aaron wanted to kiss away, instantly hating himself for putting that look on his face.

“Why don't you finish getting ready, okay?” Spencer's hand returned to his cheek, rubbing soothing patterns against the peaking stubble. “I'll be right here when you're ready.”

With a small nod, they untangled themselves from each other before Aaron walked over to his dresser, ignoring the mirror as much as he could. It only took a moment for him to slip on the thin shirt before turning back to their bed.

Spencer had already settled on his side of the bed, watching his partner with caring eyes. Aaron crossed the room quickly, turning off his bedside lamp before slipping under the covers and settling against his husband, holding him as close as he could without suffocating the man.

Aaron was grateful for the few moments Spencer allowed them to stay tightly embraced. He knew he would have to talk about it soon, but for a moment, he could lose himself in the embrace of the man he trusted everything to. He siphoned as much love and comfort he could before Spencer shifted, squirming his way out of Aaron's close embrace and forced their eyes to meet.

No words were spoken at first. Spencer had resumed the comforting patterns on Aaron’s cheek, providing a grounding presence to his inner turmoil. After a few more silent moments, Aaron closed his eyes and braced himself.

“She won’t leave me alone.”

Arms immediately wrapped around his shoulders, pulling Aaron close to the warmth of his husband’s chest. Tears he wasn’t previously aware of began to stream down his face as he took in a ragged breath, all of his pent up emotions flooding to the surface. It was as if the dam holding back all of his frustration broke at the contact. Silent sobs wracked his body as he felt the soothing hum of Spencer’s voice against the man’s chest.

“Shh, sweetheart. It’s okay. I’ve got you,” Spencer resumed carding gentle fingers through Aaron’s short locks. “She’s not here anymore, remember? She hasn’t been here in a long time. All I see is my amazing, strong, handsome, sexy husband.” A weak wet laugh cut through the quiet sobs. “I’m serious!” Spencer added with a smile in his voice. “Do you know how many men and women I catch eyeing you at the office? Hell, the amount of times I’ve caught Morgan eyeing you out of jealousy in the past two weeks and three days alone should be enough proof. That’s not even mentioning how many whispered conversations I overhear in the bullpen from JJ and Emily on what you look like underneath your suit on a weekly basis. JJ, who is perfectly happy in her marriage to Will, and Emily, who hungrily stares at every woman in a short skirt who walks past her desk. Rossi might seem like a neutral party, but anyone can see the smirk he hides in his morning cup of coffee when you open the door for a poor intern as they practically trip over themselves to follow. Garcia doesn’t even need an explanation. And don’t even get me started on the amount of LEOs I’ve caught eyeing you in your vest. It should be downright sinful to look as rugged as you do with your sleeves rolled up, gun in hand, commanding the scene with only a glare.” Spencer chuckled softly, scratching Aaron’s scalp. “That’s not even touching the amount of glazed over faces I spot when you talk. I’m sure you could get almost an entire room of highly decorated officers to do whatever you wanted with a single command. Any deity knows I would comply to your sultry voice in an instant.”

Laughter had rapidly replaced the sobs shaking Aaron’s body. He hid himself against his husband’s chest, covering his blushing cheeks from Spencer’s generous observations. “Spence,” he whined.

“I swear, Aaron, it’s a good thing you're married. Otherwise, you’d have people throwing themselves left and right at you. You’re the perfect male specimen. Hell, even I’m jealous of you, and I’m the one that married you!”

Aaron couldn’t hold back the eyeroll as he peaked out from his hiding spot. He felt his face split into a wide grin before replaying Spencer’s words in his head, his smile faltering. He glanced away, muttering softly under his breath, feeling himself tense all over again.

“Hey, hey. Don’t do that.” Spencer cupped his face with one hand and forced their eyes to meet. “What’s wrong, love?”

A sigh escaped Aaron’s lips before he whispered, “I’m not the perfect male specimen.”

Spencer’s eyes narrowed. “What?”

Aaron let out a dejected huff. “I’m not the perfect male specimen,” he repeated a little louder. “I can’t even-” His voice cracked. “I don’t have… I couldn’t…” Tears blurred his vision. “Haley had to… Jack isn't even-”

“I’m going to stop you right there, Aaron.” Spencer propped himself up on one elbow, still cradling Aaron’s tear-stricken face with the other. “Whatever you’re thinking about stops right now. You, Aaron Thomas Hotchner-Reid, are that boy’s father. No amount of DNA tests or medical insemination procedures with sperm donors can tell you otherwise. You have raised Jack from the very beginning, and you have done it wonderfully. He is growing into such a bright and confident young man because you are showing him how. You are an amazing father, and I know for a fact that Jack wants to grow up to be just like you.”

Whatever argument Aaron had to counter died on his tongue as Spencer leaned down for a soft kiss. There was no heat or alternative motive behind the gesture. It stayed soft and gentle, soothing Aaron’s inner turmoil. Reaching up, he wrapped Spencer in his arms and pulled the man down to his chest, soaking in the love and care from the contact. They laid together, wrapped in each other’s arms and sharing gentle kisses until the last bit of tension left Aaron’s body. After one more press of their lips, Spencer scooted down his body, snuggling into his chest and resting his ear right over Aaron’s now calm heart.

“Now sleep,” Spencer muttered, already half asleep. “You need your energy to ward off all your admirers at the office and to take your husband on an extra long lunch break tomorrow.”

Aaron frowned. “What are we doing that requires a long lunch break?”

He felt Spencer’s sleepy mischievous smile against his chest “You’re going to prove to me just how manly you are.”

“Oh really?” Aaron couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face. “And how am I going to do that?”

“I’m sure you’ll come up with a few ideas.”

As Aaron kissed the top of his husband’s head and settled in for the night, he couldn’t help but think of all the ways he would prove Spencer right.

[evanpetersbf]

I wanna crawl under his skin

[madiisynnxx]

i think i fully believe that i’m going to marry matthew gray gubler one day i need help