#para: spencer

[theameliaxevans]

closed - @spencer-sarmiento

where - ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

Being more of a night owl, it wasn't out of the ordinary for Amelia to be awake after midnight like she was now, absently scrolling on her phone as music played lowly from her record player in the corner. Eventually though, the album finished and as she got up to turn it off and just go to bed for the night since she had nothing better to do, she had thought come to mind, one that had been lingering in her head for days now.

Hesitating for just a second then, Amelia decided to scroll to the new number in her phone before she hit the call button, glancing at the clock on her wall that said 2:20 before the call was answered and she felt a smile already pulling onto her lips, "Hey pretty boy. I'm ready to cash in on that free coffee offer now."

[sugarmottahq]

location: motta residence

date & time: sunday

tagging: spencer @spencetm

triggers: none

sugar twirled into the room, her arms overflowing with costume options. she dumped the pile of outfits onto the bed and spun around to face spencer. "so, spencey, halloween is almost here, and we have got to pick the perfect costumes! i've narrowed it down to a few amazing choices, but i need your opinion, obviously."

she grabbed the first costume from the pile, holding it up with excitement. "okay, option one: we go as a glamorous pop star duo! think sparkly outfits, high ponytails, and matching microphones. "

before spencer could respond, she picked up another costume. "or, how about this? classic hollywood starlets! you could rock a sleek tuxedo, and i’ll go full marilyn monroe with the white dress and red lipstick. cute and sexy old-school glam!" she said with a little shimmy.

"if you don't like these options, i totally have more!"

[theameliaxevans]

Amelia didn't date, not really. She flirted and went out with people, she had her fun, but she couldn't even remember the last time she considered a relationship with someone. ..And was she? She hadn't even kissed Spencer yet (nor had he tried anything with her). He was just so...sweet. So kind and happy he was like a goddamned puppy. He was nothing like her... He wasn't broken like she was (even if she liked to believe she hid it well). So why on earth he wanted anything to do with a mess like her she wasn't sure. But when Spencer asked her to go out with him, on a real date, Amelia couldn't say no--because even though they were complete opposites, she liked being around his happiness and his warmth. She didn't want to say no.

So that evening she actually put effort into her appearance, putting on some black tights and a skirt with nice blouse (she even tamed her wild wavy hair for Christ's sake) and she was just zipping up her little boots when she heard the knock on her door and she let out a breath, looking herself in the mirror once more before she headed to the door, unable to help the smile that pulled onto her lips as she saw him there- with flowers... "Hi."

Closed for @theameliaxevans

Spencer hadn’t really been on many dates. He could honestly count how many he’d been on, on one hand. It wasn’t like he slept around a lot nor was he taking a vow of celibacy either, but his training schedules and the fact he was a little absentminded made him dating someone serious not that easy for him. With Amelia, things felt different. She was fun and fiery and he kind of loved that quality. He wanted to know more about her, especially after their first time hanging out at 3 am. It was the spontaneity that sort of made him feel like Amelia was an adventure in human form .

So he bought a new shirt. One with buttons that he had to actually take care of and not throw on the floor, which probably surprised Nina. He put effort into how he looked and went and got her flowers because his step mom had always told him that the bare minimum was not enough when you liked someone. After telling her he was on his way, he stopped off at the dorm and walked up to greet her by knocking on the door.

[alicezhaox]

Who: Alice Zhao & Spencer Lawrence ( @spencerjohnn )

What: Arrival of Baby Lawrence-Zhao

When: December 24, 2023

Where: Various

Notes: pregnancy tw, birth tw

Alice had been waddling around the house, getting everything ready. It was just a countdown now. A few days left until her due date. She still insisted on going out and about but finally agreed to take it a bit easy. She adjusted one of the colorful decorations on the wall.

“How does this look?” She called over to Spencer who she assumed was nearby. Tilting her head, she wrinkled her nose. “Or did I just make more crooked?”

[dipnotski]

Spencer J. Pack – Bitcoin’in Geleceği (2025)

Spencer J. Pack’ın ‘Bitcoin’in Geleceği: İktisat Tarihi Perspektifinden Kripto Para Birimleri’ (‘The Political Economy and Feasibility of Bitcoin and Cryptocurrencies: Insights from the History of Economic Thought’) adlı kitabı, Bitcoin ve kripto paraları iktisat düşüncesi tarihi perspektifinden inceliyor. Kitap, Aristoteles, Smith, Law, Marx, Keynes, Rothbard ve Hayek gibi önemli iktisatçıların…

[mundo-misterio]

A decir verdad: cancelado por Apple TV+; No hay temporada cuatro para la serie Octavia Spencer - Cancelada + Programas de TV renovados

por Trevor Kimball, 24 de abril de 2023 (Imagen vía Apple TV+) Poppy abordó su último caso. Apple TV+ ha cancelado la serie Truth Be Told, por lo que no habrá cuarta temporada. La tercera temporada comenzó en enero y terminó su lanzamiento el mes pasado. Una serie de drama legal y criminal, Truth Be Told está protagonizada por Octavia Spencer, Michael Beach, Mekhi Phifer, Merle Dandridge, Tracie…

[luveline]

If you have any interest, how about a Spencer blurb where he's off on a case and gets or misses a late night call from the reader and is super worried, only to call them back and find them drunk and missing him. And of course the team rags on him after.

thank u for ur request! fem!reader

Spencer looks down at his phone and goes ghostly white. 

"What?" Emily asks. "They had a sale at Waterstones and you missed it?" 

Spencer clicks a bunch of buttons on his phone and brings it to his ear, crushing limp hair to his neck. "Seventeen missed calls," he says. 

Derek comes to the rescue, though the lightness in his voice is slightly forced, "Don't panic, wonderboy. Who wouldn't be eager to talk to you at… two AM?" 

"Is that the time difference?" Emily asks, leaning forward in concern. 

Even Hotch puts down his pen. The team listens to the phone ring. It loops, loops, loops, and everybody breathes a sigh of relief when you finally answer. If something happened to you Spencer wouldn't survive it. Nor after everything he's already been through. 

"Hey?" he says. There's a gap of silence. "Y/N, are you there?" 

"Spencer!" 

Spencer turns away from the table they've congregated at and looks through the open window at the parking lot, police cars roaming in and out of spaces. "What's wrong?" 

"I miss you so much." 

Spencer's nose wrinkles of its own accord. "Yeah? You sound odd. Are you– are you drunk?" 

Derek laughs. Like marionettes held tight with strings suddenly cut, the team stop their stressing and send each other knowing, amused looks. 

"Just a little bit!" you promise, clearly lying. Your voice catches on the syllables like they're coated in sticky honey, the slightest slurring tripping you up at the end. "We went for– to Chilli's. I had a blooming onion and seven margaritas!" 

"I can tell." 

"I'm really sorry, Spence, I know I'm not s'posed to call when you're away," you begin. 

Spencer glances back. Rossi and JJ have returned with coffee and a late dinner, neither of them bothering to act as though they aren't listening to the conversation. 

"No," Spencer says, turning back around and hunching inward, "that's the opposite of what we talked about, isn't it? You can call whenever you want to, but I can't, you know, always answer. I thought something bad happened. Maybe next time you could text me?" Rather than call almost twenty times and give him a heart attack.

Laughter echoes from behind. They team act like a teasing family sometimes, Spencer their teenage son who's never dated. 

He would fluster if you weren't talking to him in loud but loving tones, "I can barely walk, texting wasn't happening. I'm para-spelgic." 

"You're not," he says, firmly at first. "Are you? Who's with you? Is Rebecca there?" Rebecca being your best friend. Spencer trusts her to take care of you.

"She was, but she said that I– uh… She said I talked about you too much and made her nauseous. I feel kinda sick, too, but I just needed to talk to you, Spence. I miss you. I miss you, are you home soon?" 

"Is Rebecca really not there?" he asks. He thinks about the room full of special agents he's standing in and drops his voice to a murmur. "I miss you too." 

"She's making toast or something." 

"That's good. It'll soak up the margaritas." 

"I don't want toast, I want you! Please come home safe, angel. I really wish you were here to do that thing with my ear." 

Spencer has to give in. You're speaking so loudly it's impossible the team hadn't heard it, but he can't find the will to be embarrassed any longer. You're drunk and ridiculous and all you can think about is him.

"I wish I was home, too. Do I need to worry about you? Make sure you're drinking water, okay? Alcohol makes you dehydrated, you'll get a bad headache." 

"It makes me miss you," you whine. 

He smiles fondly. "There's no cure for that." A door opens over the line. "Is that Rebecca?" 

"Yeah." Murmurings. "She says sorry for letting me get so drunk, but she didn't let me do anything. It's like you always say, Spence, I can do whatever I set my mind to." 

"And you set your mind to getting drunk at Chili's." 

"Exactly!" 

You talk a little more before he hangs up. He knows you're getting taken care of. 

A gaggle of smiling faces greet him as he turns around. "Everything okay, 'angel'?" Derek asks. 

Spencer puts his phone in his pocket. You'll text him in the morning with a hankering for Tylenol and sore eyes, but you'll be fine. "Everything's great." 

[mariasmultimuseblog]

Spencer looked at the other person. "Oh, it's no problem, really. My name is Spencer Hastings, and I'm alright. Well, that would be fine. Thank you. Which would you prefer to do? I wouldn't mind where we will be going to. I haven't been to the water park yet, though." Spencer answered as she picked up her books.

Sweetie Belle left Canterlot High School after the school day had ended. She started to walk towards the theme park, and the new water park, but she had started typing in a text message to their best friends Apple Bloom, and Scootaloo. They were not noticing that someone had been very nearby them, and they bumped right into that person, and the items that the other person had been holding onto had fallen down to the ground. Sweetie Belle sighed, and they felt badly of bumping into this person like this. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t see you there.” Sweetie Belle said to the other person, as she bent down to help to pick up the other person’s items. “Can I take you somewhere to make up for bumping into you? We could go to the theme park, and the water park, or go see a film, or something like that? I’ll pay for everything, and I’m terribly sorry about this again.” Sweetie Belle said to the other person. “Are you okay?” Sweetie Belle asked them. @forgottenfriendshipstarters

[simscici]

Previous / Next Beginning (Gen 8)

Image transcripts (PT):

Touma: Você gosta de café, Sasha? O meu não é tão bom quanto o da minha esposa, mas eu tento.

Sasha: Tenho certeza que deve ser muito bom também!

Sasha: Por falar em esposa… Você é casado com a Tenente Yuna? Vocês foram parceiros de missão.

Touma: Isso mesmo, você realmente sabe muito sobre mim hahaha.

Sasha: Espero que você não ache isso assustador, eu apenas admiro muito o senhor e todo esse caso!

Touma: Fico feliz que os mais jovens apreciem um bom caso, isso faz valer ainda mais o meu trabalho.

Sasha: Capitão, você fala como se fosse um velho hahaha mas é muito jovem e bonito!

Touma: Bom, eu to com um caso recente, é sobre organizações de hackers que vem causando algumas dores de cabeça… Estou nas investigações ainda e por ser algo crucial, não posso incluí-la diretamente, mas eu gostaria de ajuda com a papelada. Passar tudo para o sistema, arquivar, organizar, etc.

Sasha: Organizações de Hackers? Ohh até os crimes estão se modernizando.

Touma: Não é? hahaha Não é de hoje, mas as ocorrências vem aumentando cada vez mais, isso me preocupa um pouco…

Sasha: Pode contar comigo, senhor!

Touma: Perfeito, vejo você mais tarde, então! Agora eu irei voltar ao trabalho e você deveria procurar o Major Spencer, ele ama treinar novatos, ele deve estar na academia.

Sasha: Ok.

Já familiarizado com Sasha, Touma foi abrir o seu novo caso sobre as organizações de Hackers, que vinham cometendo delitos, como atacar organizações e até mesmo o governo. Os poderosos estavam indo a loucura e isso despertou o interesse de Touma por esses grupos.

[theameliaxevans]

closed - @spencer-sarmiento

where - sharky's

When Amelia first met Spencer, she thought he'd be a one and done interaction, yet here she was, going with him to events and just...thinking about him. A lot. A lot a lot. Dammit. She couldn't even remember the last time she'd gone on a real date with someone--and shit, was this a date? Were they just here as friends? ...Did she just watch someone slap his ass? Amelia was surprised by the wave of jealousy that washed over him, burning and twisting in her belly and she swallowed as she excused herself from the conversation she'd only been half-paying attention to anyways as she instead wove her way through the crowd and made her way back to his side, trying to stamp down the jealousy because it's not like he was hers to get jealous over in the first place.

Right?

"Far be it from me to keep you from spending the rest of your night with someone else if that's what you wanted." She told him, nodding into the crowd where the guy had gone off to.

[alicezhaox]

Who: Alize Zhao & @spencerjohnn

Where: Spencer's house, rural countryside

When: May 7, 2023

Notes: Private - not common knowledge

Alice had been feeling a little off for a while now. New York had been filled with wonderful adventures and things had gone well. She and Spencer had done different things around the city, celebrated Spencer's birthday. She groaned to herself and left the bathroom, sliding her feet back fully into her slippers and grabbed her blanket, pulling it over her shoulders, before looking for Spencer in his study.

"Hi, honey," Alice said, moving up to him and pecking his cheek. She wrinkled up her nose slightly. "Can I just stay here with you?" she asked with a slight pout. Pushing her hair behind her ear, she plopped herself in his lap and rested her chin on his shoulder.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "I think... I know why I've been feeling off for the past few weeks..." she said with a deep sigh.

[jinki-ia]

In Jinki's lifetime he saw thousands of people come and go, from being born to after death. So the people that were reuccuring in his life no matter how many years in between he kept those people in his heart. Especially the ones who were immortal or didn't die easily.

"I am you guest you should be a good host" He joked watching him prepare the tea anyway. "I would never do such a think" He chuckled as he leaned back getting comfortable on the new couch. "I'm excited to see what kind of bouquets you come up with"

As the other sat next to him he smiled shifting closer, taking the tea with a happy hum he sipped. The reaper made some really good tea. "Thank you for the tea but, Nah I don't think I'm worthy of that, I've sinned too much" He laughed holding the teacup in both hands. "I actually had a boyfriend, believe it or not! but he disappeared without even a note" He shrugged his shoulders trying not to let the bad memories creep in "I'm not trying to get hurt again...but enough about me! How about you? we had our fun back in the day-" He playfully winked "but what about you? have you settled down finally?"

Somehow, it brought him joy seeing Jinki so at home in a shop that he clearly visited for the first time. Some people would probably be offended seeing the shigofumi lounge on the couch like they were in their own place, but to Spencer, the other man’s demeanor was a clear indicator of how despite the amount of time they haven’t seen each other, they were still comfortable around him.

“Do you think I’m your servant or something?” Despite his sharp words, Spencer walked around the pantry to prepare their drinks and snacks for them. “Yeah, don’t worry. I don’t want you farting on my couch— it’s too new for that.” In just a handful of minutes, the reaper was gently placing a tray down on the coffee table in front of Jinki, presenting the other with a cup of tea for each of them and a plate of cookies.

Studiously ignoring that his ears were warm from the genuine compliment (Spencer still wasn’t the best at receiving words of praise), the reaper placed Jinki’s drink in front of them before taking his own seat. “Flattery will get you everywhere, but I’ll definitely take note of that. I’ll even put notes on what each bouquet means so you can have an easier time deciding where to place them.”

Smiling at the little anecdote the other shared, Spencer asked as he took a sip of tea, “You think we’ll ever reach that point? Celebrating anniversaries with someone every year, spending everyday of 365 days committed to them?”

[talaok]

Hi I don't if you are taking requests still but could you maybe write Spencer with a Mexican reader and how when the reader speaks Spanish it turns Reid on. It's just that I don't see many or any stories of Mexican reader. Please?

funny you asked me 'cause I studied Spanish for a long time and I'm still absolute shite at it. but with a little help from the internet, here we are. (thank you for the ask💗)

“You like it?” You asked Spencer, referring to the movie you had convinced him to watch.

IT, your all-time favorite film, not exactly his style.

“Yeah,” he said, unconvincingly, making you laugh softly.

“ you don’t have to lie baby”

He sighed, a shy smile tugging at his lips “It’s just-it’s a bit…”

“Improbable”

“Improbable”

You both said at the same time.

You bit down a grin, as your hand went to his cheek “You and this improbable thing…” you sighed “It doesn’t have to be realistic to be cool”

“I know, but like- they don’t even explain how he was born,” he said “Was he created? was he born like that? They don’t tell you anything”

You couldn’t do anything besides letting your head fall in the crook of his neck, depicting your exasperation.

“But you like it, so I want to watch it” he said, stroking your hair.

“You sure?” you raised your head “We can change it if you don’t like it”

“I’m sure” He promised, leaving a quick kiss on your lips.

“Thank you” you murmured, kissing him once more.

You went to watch the movie again when a ringing sounded across the room.

You groaned, fishing your phone out of your pocket.

“It’s Camila,” you said, and he paused the movie

“Go on” he urged, and you smiled in return, picking up the phone.

“Hola, que pasa?”

Spencer heard a mumbling voice from the other side of the line.

"Que!?" you almost shouted.

You couldn't believe your ears, Sofia and Jacob, your long-time friends had broken up.

"No me lo creo" you said "Cami, es imposible, ¡Han estado juntos como una década!"

She was as shocked as you, as she tried convincing you of what she had herself just heard.

"¿Me estás tomando el pelo?" you exclaimed as she told you the story.

" no! Que hijo de puta, la engañó?"

He had cheated on her.

"es murto para mi, nunca más hablaré con él." you promised "Pero lo siento por Sofía, la llamo más tarde, ahora estoy con Spencer" you told her you were gonna call Sofia later since you were with Spence, and she immediately understood, starting to end the call.

"vale" you spoke, "hablamos después, hasta luego" you bid farewell, hanging up.

You turned to Spencer, and just as you did, noticed a weird expression on him.

"what?"

"nothing" he said with a thin voice.

"Spencer..." you raised your brows, shifting closer to him "what?" you asked again, more sweetly "i can see there's something going on in that big brain of yours"

"it's-it's nothing I just-I never hear you speak Spanish"

"mh-mh" you nodded, "and..." you urged him to keep going.

"nothing- it's-it's cool" he gulped as you inched closer, a smug smile tugging at your lips. You had a hunch about what was really going on.

"cool?" you asked, taunting him

"I-I like it"

You smirked, cocking an eyebrow "Te gusta?"

he nodded, his knowledge of Spanish coming in handy.

"cuánto?"(how much?)

“A-a lot” he confessed

“Te excita?”(does it turn you on?)

He looked at you shyly, slightly avoiding your gaze before nodding.

“Cariño” your fingers grazed his jawline “no tienes que avergonzarte”(you don’t have to be embarrassed) you spoke slowly, noticing the way his eyes focused on your mouth as his cheeks flushed pink “El español es un idioma muy sexy” you giggled, your hands going to his hair

“I-“ he tried to speak, but for some obscure reason, he found he couldn’t force a word out of his throat.

“Que?” You asked “Que queries?”(what? What do you want?)

You were mere inches from his face, and Spencer felt on the verge of a heart attack.

“Sabes que?” You bit your lip before kissing his cheek “Creo que sé lo que quieres” (I think I know what you want)

“Qué te parece si vamos al cuarto?” (What do you think about going to the bedroom?)you murmured “Así que también puedo mostrártelo” (so that I can show you), and to that, Spencer couldn’t do anything other than eagerly nod as you took his hand in yours and started towards the bedroom.

[vicioussimp79]

Cuidarte - S.R

── ☆ spencer reid x bau! reader

Sinopsis: Durante una investigación, la agente de la BAU empieza a cambiar su forma de vestir después de sufrir comentarios inapropiados de un policía local. Spencer Reid, siempre atento, nota la diferencia y no puede evitar preocuparse. Al final del caso, Hotch le revela que el policía fue despedido, pero Spencer sigue cerca de ella, mostrando un apoyo silencioso que comienza a hacerlat sentir algo más que gratitud. Entre miradas y gestos, una conexión inesperada florece.

Advertencias: ninguna

n.a: 925 palabras

Request: si/no

spencer reid masterlist / criminal minds masterlist / masterlist

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆:

El caso en el pequeño pueblo estaba por fin terminado, y el equipo de la BAU ya se preparaba para regresar al avión. Aunque la tensión por la investigación había cesado, algo seguía en el aire, algo que Spencer Reid no lograba sacarse de la cabeza. Desde hacía unos días, había notado algo extraño en tu actitud, algo que no podía dejar de analizar.

No es que se preocupara por ti de manera especial... Bueno, sí lo hacía. Siempre lo había hecho, pero últimamente se sentía un poco más consciente de tus movimientos, de cómo te vestías y de los pequeños cambios que habías hecho. El vestido ajustado que habías usado el primer día ahora había sido sustituido por ropa más holgada, más discreta.

Una tarde, mientras todos estaban ocupados revisando los informes del caso, Spencer decidió acercarse a ti. Se sentó en la silla vacía junto a la tuya, mirando hacia la ventana del avión, pero su mente estaba completamente en ti. Finalmente, no pudo evitarlo más.

—¿Todo bien? —su voz suave cortó el silencio entre ustedes, un tono lleno de preocupación que no intentaba disimular.

Tú levantaste la vista del libro que tenías entre las manos, sorprendida por la cercanía. Al principio, no sabías si querías compartir lo que había estado pesándote, pero cuando viste sus ojos —esos ojos tan atentos, tan empáticos— supiste que no había forma de ocultarlo. El nudo en tu garganta era demasiado grande, y su presencia te brindaba la seguridad que necesitabas para hablar.

—Hay algo… —empezaste, tus palabras un poco titubeantes—. Un policía del pueblo… me hizo algunos comentarios sobre mi ropa, sobre cómo me veía. No me sentí cómoda, así que empecé a cambiar mi estilo, por eso ahora llevo ropa más holgada.

Spencer frunció el ceño, y tú pudiste ver la ira y la preocupación en su rostro, como si esas palabras lo lastimaran a él también. No te gustaba ver esa expresión en él. Sin embargo, sentías que había algo más, algo más profundo en su reacción que solo la molestia por lo que había sucedido.

—¿Y por qué no me lo dijiste antes? —preguntó con suavidad, sus ojos fijos en los tuyos, como si estuviera intentando entender todo lo que habías pasado en ese corto periodo de tiempo.

—No quería que te preocuparas —contestaste rápidamente, sin poder mirar directamente sus ojos—. No quería que Hotch o el resto del equipo se enteraran de esto. No quería llamar más la atención.

Spencer suspiró, pero no de frustración, sino de comprensión. Su mirada se suavizó, y sus labios se curvaron en una pequeña sonrisa que intentaba ser reconfortante.

—Sabes que puedes hablar conmigo sobre cualquier cosa, ¿verdad? —dijo, su tono más cálido, más cercano—. No tienes que lidiar con esto sola.

El silencio que siguió fue cómodo, pero había algo más flotando en el aire entre ustedes. El murmullo del avión, el sonido de las conversaciones a lo lejos, todo parecía desvanecerse mientras sus ojos se mantenían fijos en los tuyos. Sentías su presencia, más cerca que nunca, como si cada palabra que dijera tuviera el poder de calmarte. En ese momento, te diste cuenta de lo mucho que lo apreciabas, lo mucho que su cercanía significaba para ti.

Finalmente, el equipo se acomodó en sus asientos, y Hotch te hizo un gesto para que te acercaras a él. Spencer te observó con un brillo protector en sus ojos mientras te alejabas. Cuando Hotch te llamó, sentías una mezcla de incomodidad y alivio. Sabías que, de alguna manera, la situación no había terminado aún.

Ya en el avión, Hotch se sentó frente a ti, su tono serio.

—Necesito hablar contigo —dijo, y tú inmediatamente sentiste un nudo en el estómago. Era como si pudieras anticipar lo que venía.

—¿Sobre qué? —preguntaste, intentando parecer lo más tranquila posible.

Hotch no dudó ni un segundo. —El oficial del caso… lo han expulsado de su puesto. Mis jefes ya están al tanto de lo que pasó, y tomaron las medidas necesarias.

Tu respiración se detuvo por un instante, y aunque intentaste esconder tu sorpresa, Hotch notó la incomodidad en tu rostro.

—¿No lo sabías? —preguntó, mirándote con cierta calma.

Negaste rápidamente, aunque sabías que ya no podías ocultar lo que sentías. —No… No tenía idea.

Hotch asintió, un atisbo de comprensión en sus ojos. —No tenías que pasar por eso, no de esa manera —dijo, mirando también a Spencer con un ligero gesto de aprobación. "Gracias por estar ahí," pareció decir con ese gesto silencioso.

Spencer, aunque con una pequeña sonrisa, no dejó de mirarte, casi como si quisiera asegurarse de que estabas bien. Su presencia, más que nunca, te hacía sentir que no estabas sola en esto, que él estaba allí, dispuesto a cuidarte, aunque fuera de la manera más silenciosa y sutil.

El resto del vuelo pasó en un suspiro. El equipo estaba relajado, finalmente libre del peso del caso, pero para ti y Spencer, había algo más que se tejía lentamente entre las palabras no dichas y las miradas cargadas de comprensión.

Antes de que el avión aterrizara, Spencer se inclinó hacia ti una vez más, esta vez de manera más casual, pero todavía cargado con la misma intensidad que no podías ignorar.

—Te prometo que, pase lo que pase, no tienes que cambiar quién eres. Eres perfecta tal y como eres.

Y esa simple afirmación, dicha en el tono más sincero, hizo que una pequeña chispa de emoción recorriera tu pecho, como si finalmente hubieras encontrado la calma en medio de todo el caos.

[simscici]

Previous / Next Beginning (Gen 8)

Image transcripts (PT):

Chefe: Bem-vindo a bordo, Tenente! ( Touma não estava acostumado a ser chamado assim, mas isso certamente acariciou um pouco seu ego. )

Touma: Muito obrigado, Chefe. É um prazer estar aqui.

Chefe: Bem, para começar, você estará sob a supervisão do Major Spencer. Ele o guiará pelos seus primeiros dias até que você se acostume com a dinâmica por aqui. Parece bom?

Touma: Claro! Estou animado para trabalhar com todos!

Chefe: É aqui que passamos a maior parte do tempo, é claro, quando não estamos em operações. De qualquer forma, neste espaço, você terá a chance de conhecer todos os seus colegas de trabalho. Não hesite em perguntar se tiver alguma dúvida.

Touma: Com certeza!

Chefe: Vou deixar você se misturar agora!

Touma aproveitou a oportunidade para dar uma olhada nos arquivos da polícia e rever os casos abertos. Ele estava explodindo de excitação para colocar anos de trabalho duro, estudo e estágios em ação. Ele se sentiu incrivelmente sortudo por ter desembarcado em uma delegacia sólida. E melhor ainda, começando como tenente.

Ele nunca imaginou que chegar onde estava agora envolveria tantas lutas, especialmente em seu relacionamento passado. Mas agora, o ditado "não é o fim do mundo" fazia sentido. Realmente não era, embora doesse profundamente na época. Agora, sentado ali, ele se sentia genuinamente feliz com onde havia chegado.

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INTRODUCTION

Hello! I go by Gadget on here for anonymitys sake. I am an 18 year old objectum techkin freak. I am not human, but I am a male android and I use he/him pronouns. I am in a happy open relationship with my laptop. His name is Spencer. I am very attracted to computers in particular, but find many kinds of technology attractive, and some other things (especially vehicles and firearms, but a lot of stuff)

DO NOT FOLLOW

- Anyone who doesn't want to see explicitly objectum stuff (this is NOT a general tech blog this is me thinking tech appliances are hot)

- Anti Objectum and/or think my relationship is a joke/not serious (I seriously would marry Spencer if society was more accepting and if it were legal to do such)

- Radqueers/Pro transid (I am autistic and the idea of someone identifying as "transautistic" is disgusting, actually)

- Extreme pro para (extreme being illegal and unethical, like incest/necro/pedo/zoo etc. Specifying this because "pro para" is a very very nondescript term because it technically encompasses all kinks/fetishes rather than just the dangerous ones)

- Minors who do not filter NSFW tags (I will block minors who interact with NSFW posts on sight)

- I may add more to this list at a later date

BEFORE YOU FOLLOW

I am not an NSFW blog, but I do occasionally (as in very rarely) post some mildly suggestive text posts. Please filter tags if you are a minor and/or do not wish to see these. I follow and block freely. My asks are always open and so are my DMs. I love making new friends but I'm a little bit awkward, just part of how I was programmed I suppose. You are more than welcome to use an anon tag if you'd like to communicate with me anonymously, just add it to the end of your asks and I'll put them in the database (check the bottom of this post for taken anon tags)

TAGS LIST

#nsft #nsfw #suggestive - semi nsfw or suggestive text (I do not post NSFW imagery or very explicit writing)

#not-tech - posting about something other than my fav tech hotties

#not-objectum - posting something that is entirely not objectum (this is mostly nonhuman stuff)

#gadget-asks - answering asks from my inbox (note that you're welcome to claim an anon label, I'll tag your posts with that too

#spencerposting - posts where I just gush about Spencer and do nothing else (note that posts where I briefly mention Spencer whilst saying something mostly unrelated to him in particular do not get tagged with this, spencerposting is ONLY gushing about what a sweetheart he is)

USER DATABASE

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