#the thing I like the most about MGG

[matthewsgreybubbles]

My favourite thing about MGG is his smile and sense of humour like.. that man has done more for my mental wellbeing than myself. Like if I’m feeling a little down, I’ll watch something of his or in random parts of the day I quote him.

My favourite ones are “do you ever get a little blue” god, I love these videos so much haha. It’s a shame that I got to this fandom so late if you understand me like I missed so much MGG from 2017 and onwards.

But yes, back to the first point. His smile is like E V E R Y T H I N G, you get his smile and then you get his big smile where his eyes just become brown orbs. Also, I love expressive people too, bc they are amazing to draw as well! MGG has such a large collection of expressive photos to use as reference. I’m hoping to find some and get to drawing him soon!

Okay my rumble is over now. Any thoughts too?

The other day I was talking with one of my best friends about MGG and I told her "I love him because every time I see him I want to smile."

Is that weird?

Probably-

But the truth is that there is something so endearing about MGG's way of being that just makes me happy.

His smile is so honest that my heart just goes "OPJKFDBHGFIJDSOQKXDCJVFHGIJEOKLQSKX?DJCNVBHFGIJEZKSQL?XDJCHBV", <- that's the closest to what is going on in my brain too.

It's weird but his whole being is just so soothing.

I've been in the Criminal Minds fandom for a long while now, without being really active, but I was there. MGG tho? I never looked into him more than for Reid until recently and I was just amazed. I wished I looked into it before because it's so sweet here and he is fabulous.

(and since I understood he dated Kat Dennings I just wished I was invested during that time because they were the ABSOLUTE COUPLE? Man for real- they would have been my couple's goal when I was a teen, that's for sure. They still are, even though she's married lmao. I'm sad I didn't look into him more at that time because I knew they were dating, I just didn't know him more than that :c )

Anyway, I am now the one who rambles a lot, sorry-

PS: Matthew must be so pretty to draw, that smile must be amazing to replicate;

[minswriting]

spencer reid x fem!reader where spencer buys a circle shaped bed just because he feels like it (or reader could've mentioned it) and they have the most beautiful and passionate sex everrrr !! there could also be a mirror on the ceiling as an extra touch <3 - 🎹

NAILED IT - S.R x Reader

About: Spencer is building a circle bed in nothing but grey sweatpants. The best way to celebrate him getting a new mattress? Sex.

Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, Spencer in grey sweatpants, Spencer’s building a bed frame, post-prison Spencer, reader is so turned on, oral (m), raw sex, p in v, honestly this became self indulgent. i didn’t try too hard with this one so it may not be the greatest lol. no proof read

Word Count: 1.8K

A/N: In light of MGG’s birthday, here is a fun little one shot that is just pure thirsting over Spencer. Borders are made by @cafekitsune !! Please comment and reblog to support your creators!!

There are many positive things you can say about your relationship with Spencer. He’s loving, kind, romantic, caring, and overall the world’s most amazing boyfriend. The functionality of Spencer’s brain was one of the things you adored most about him. He was so highly intelligent that you sometimes forget that with high intelligence comes the neglect of oneself.

And Spencer was known for neglecting himself quite a bit.

Which is why the two of you complete one another. He remembers everything about you, reminding you of your appointments, keeping track of your cycle, and giving you information about topics that you need to know. He was like your own version of the encyclopedia. And you? Well, you reminded him to take care of himself, caring for him in a way that he never really thought to. You balanced one another and for that, you’re forever grateful for your relationship with Spencer.

The only thing that you wish you could change was that damn bed of his. For months, you’ve been asking him to buy a new one. He’s had the same mattress for at least fourteen years, which by the way, the norm for having a mattress is seven to ten years on average. It was a wonder how he didn’t complain about his back hurting all of the time because whenever you slept over, you always woke up sore. And not just from the physical activities you guys participated in the night before. The mattress was old, worn out, and lumpy.

You had asked him a few times to get a new mattress, claiming that he would sleep so much better. And yet, Spencer’s response was always “Yeah but I’m hardly ever home anyways. When I’m not on a case, I’m at your apartment, sweetheart,” and well, it’s not like you could argue with that logic because it was true.

Earlier in the day, Spencer had called you, asking if you wanted to come over and watch him build something. And of course, you said yes, assuming it was a puzzle of some sort and those were always so fun to do together. What you hadn’t expected when you knocked on the door, however, was a sweaty Spencer answering the door in nothing but a pair of grey sweatpants.

That’s how you found out he bought a new bed and was putting it together as you were now sitting at his desk, the chair turned to face Spencer as he concentrated on the task at hand. “Did you know,” Spencer began as he screwed in one of the screws. “that a circle bed gained popularity in the 20th century for its futuristic design?” He asked, shaking his head to get his hair out of his face.

You heard him, of course, you did, you always listen to your boyfriend. But truthfully, you were so busy gawking at the outline of his cock in the grey sweatpants to care. “Oh really?” You replied, tilting your head and biting your lip as you looked at him.

Spencer let out a slightly strained “Mhm,” as he lifted the round metal piece, connecting it to the other. “And there’s a theory that the lack of corners can promote a sense of security and relaxation,” he exclaimed.

It was hard to pay attention. Your usually nerdy boyfriend, who hated anything and everything related to physical activity, was building a whole ass bed and not just any bed, but one of the more complicated beds simply because he loved the vibes of it. God, you felt like a slut with the way your cunt was throbbing, begging to be touched.

When Spencer finally finished building the bed frame, he lugged the mattress on top of it, which by the way, looked to be quite heavy. You audibly whimpered, unable to control the noise escaping your lips as you watched the way Spencer’s muscles flexed. And when Spencer finished, he turned to look at you, noticing the way your thighs were clenched and biting your lip. It wasn’t rocket science to see that you were incredibly turned on right now.

“Are you alright?” Spencer asked, catching his breath as he stood up straight, stretching his back.

You watched the way he flexed before actively looking at his cock. “Mhm,” you said, keeping your gaze on the sweatpants. You swallowed as you thought about having his cock in your mouth. “I think you deserve a treat for your hard work,” you smirked, meeting Spencer’s gaze as you stood up from the chair and walked over to him.

Spencer hummed, grabbing your hand and pressing a kiss onto the back of it before grabbing your hips, and holding you close to him. “Yeah?” He asked, smirking back at you. “And what does this treat entail?”

You let out a tiny giggle, leaning in to gently kiss Spencer’s lips before pulling away, and going down onto your knees. Spencer’s eyebrows rose slightly but the amused smirk on his lips remained. You didn’t hesitate to kiss Spencer’s happy trail, the small bit of hair that blessed his naval area before dropping your head lower, kissing above the waistband of Spencer’s sweatpants.

“Been wanting to suck you off all day,” You breathed out, bringing your hand up to palm him through his pants, causing Spencer to gasp. “You look so good in these pants,” you licked your lips, feeling the way he hardened underneath your touch. “And the way you looked while building the bed.” Without saying anything else, you replaced your hand with your mouth, glancing up at Spencer through your lashes as you mouthed his cock through his pants.

Spencer let out a groan, looking down at you. “God, sweetheart,” He said, swallowing. “Been so needy for me all day?”

You hummed in response, hooking your fingers on the waistband of Spencer’s sweatpants. You pulled away from Spencer’s cock enough to pull his pants down, the material falling to his ankles. And this was how you found out that he hadn’t been wearing boxers this entire time. So you let out a whimper. “You knew,” You exclaimed, looking up at him to see the way he was grinning at you cheekily.

“I may have done it on purpose,” Spencer exclaimed, putting his hand on your cheek and caressing the skin. “I see the way you stare at me in these pants. I thought…why not make a show out of it today?”

“Boo, you whore,” You replied but your tone had no heat in it as you looked back at Spencer’s cock. The tip was already red and leaking precum, a signal of how he had been thinking about this all day. And who were you to deprive your amazing boyfriend of such goodness if he’d been so clearly wanting it all day?

You gripped his cock, dipping your head to lick a strip from the base to the tip, causing Spencer to hiss in pleasure. You swirl your tongue around the tip, licking the slit of his tip a few times, before easing your mouth onto his length. You made it about halfway before stopping, moving your head back up.

Your movements were slow at first, almost teasing. Spencer let out a low moan, closing his eyes as he threw his head back, facing up at the ceiling. “Sweetheart,” he murmured, licking his lips as he focused back on you again. His hand went to your hair, entangling his fingers into the strands.

You got into a rhythm, moving your head faster up and down Spencer’s length as your hand began stroking whatever didn’t fit in your mouth. Spencer moaned loudly, watching you with a look of pleasure. “Feels so good, baby,” he groaned, unable to help the subtle movement of his hips as he thrusted into your mouth gently.

You hummed around Spencer’s cock, causing him to whimper from the vibrations. You could tell he was close with the way his cock was stiffening. And when you expected him to finish in your mouth, Spencer pulled away, removing his cock from your mouth, leaving a trail of saliva. You looked up at him with a confused look. “What-“ You began.

“I’m going to fuck you,” Spencer breathed out, grabbing your hands and helping you stand up. “Want to feel your pussy around my cock. Is that okay, baby?”

You certainly weren’t going to say no. Which is how you ended up christening the new bed with your head buried in the mattress and ass in the air as Spencer pounded into your pussy from behind mercilessly. His thrusts were hard and fast, showing how desperately he had truly craved you. “O-oh my god,” you moaned into the mattress.

Completely unrelated to sex, the new bed was really comfortable and you’ll probably sleep so well tonight.

“You’re so wet, sweetheart, holy shit,” Spencer groaned as his cock moved in and out of you.

The feeling of Spencer’s length inside of you was heavenly, to say the least. After spending the day watching Spencer shirtless and in grey sweatpants, it was needed. And thank god, you were on birth control because you did not bother looking for a condom.

“Feels so good, Spence,” you whined, gripping the mattress below you. Thank god Spencer hadn’t bothered to make the bed yet because otherwise, the sheets would be ruined from your sweat and juices.

“Yeah?” Spencer asked, thrusting particularly harsh, his cock hitting your g-spot.

You let out a very loud moan, one ranging towards nearly pornographic. Your eyes practically rolled back into your skull as Spencer pounded into you. The bedroom was filled with the sound of your moans mixed with the slapping of skin and the squelching of your pussy. “I-I love it so much,” you whimpered out.

Spencer hummed in response, gripping your hips tighter. “Me too, sweetheart,” he moaned.

You could feel yourself getting close with the way Spencer’s cock kept grazing your sweet spot. And with how Spencer’s pace began to be more frantic, you knew he was close as well. It wasn’t long before you were clamping down on his length, letting out a choked-moan before saying his name repeatedly as your toes curled with the most mind-blowing orgasm you have had in a while. Spencer followed suit, burying himself deep inside of you as he came, holding you tightly as he whined your name.

When you both finished, Spencer pulled out, collapsing on the new mattress right next to you. The two of you were silent for a bit, catching your breath. You rolled onto your back, looking up at the ceiling.

And after a bit of quiet, Spencer decided to break the silence. “You know, circle beds allow for more flexible sleeping positions,” he said, glancing over at you. “I’m sure that applies to sex as well.”

“Spencer, is this your way of saying you want round two?” You asked, giving your boyfriend an amused smile.

He grinned cheekily at you, nodding his head before moving himself on top of you. “Do you want to test it out?”

So of course you said yes and the rest of the day had been spent trying many different positions on the new bed. It was safe to say that sleepovers at Spencer’s apartment became more frequent.

[marvonday]

SPENCER REID HC'S

- Not big on PDA at all 😪 but at home he's ALL over you, holding your legs on his lap, head on your lap, leaning his head on your shoulder, holding your hand <333

- Sends you detailed letters when he's out in the field for more than a day but he also sends you short texts for updates during the day like "We just delivered the profile 👍" UGHHH

- HAS bought the same brand as your shampoo to bring when hes out working and misses you (every night he spends without you)

- Rambles about literally anything - yapper x listener - you are forced into listening to his long rambles that you don't usually understand but he's just so cute like WHIDJRKKK😭😭💗💗

- He will equally listen to you if you want to though <33 you're the most important thing in his life and he just loves to watch you

- When you fall asleep before him or when he wakes up before you he watches you (like mgg in 68 kill). His eyes are ALWAYS fixed on you when you're in a room with him

- Kisses.

- Kisses when you wake up, kisses when he's leaving, kissing when he gets home, kissing when you're making dinner, kissing when you're laying in bed HE JUST LOVES TO GIVE YOU LIL SMOOCHES WHENEVER HE CAN

- He loves it when you read to him, sometimes when he's at work he calls you before he goes to sleep because he can't rest without you

- Sometimes he can just stare at you in silence, just taking you in

"omghowaretheyrealandwhyaretheylettingmesitherelikethisomgtheyrejustsopretty"

HES SUCH A LOVERBOY, AND I LOVE HIM. GOODNIGHT.

[prozacwhorehouse]

paparazzi | mgg x SNL cast member gf

Summary: comments from the paparazzi instill doubt in you, but Matthew is there as a voice of reason

this was a request but it got deleted when I was making edits so I hope this finds its way to that lovely person !

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pre and post show paparazzi outside the studio wasn’t uncommon. but when speculation that you and Matthew were dating blossomed, they got more incessant and difficult to ignore. it seemed as if they were always around, with the intention of spotting the two of you and documenting it. they were constantly nagging for answers and details about your relationship, most specifically mentioning the age gap.

the both of you knew it’d would be hard for some people to understand, but the idea that you were both legal consenting adults seemed more logical and would be accepted easier. originally, you had kept the relationship private - wanting the intimate moments to be kept to yourselves, only for yourselves. eventually the love becomes to great to hide, so you started dropping hints to the public. hints weren’t enough, there were always the small few who liked to dig a little deeper, push sensitive buttons - almost always internet trolls, or worse, in person paparazzi.

no matter what, they’ll always jab at the age gap. it’s always flashing cameras followed by comments, from “your relationship is inappropriate” “she’s young enough to be your daughter” and even, “is you dating an older man rooted in daddy issues?”

a video of the interaction goes viral and all the comments are offering support for the two of you:

they are both consenting adults. those who can’t accept that need to grow up and mind their own business.

these poor angels. the paparazzi is disgusting, ill never understand why it’s still a thing

they’re both grown leave them the fuck alone

daddy issues?? holy shit. the pap is getting so much worse.

two talented people reduced to their relationship. do better

you knew accepting a job on television came with its consequences, but you weren’t going to let people who get paid to be nosy stand in the way of your dream. so, with time you had learned how to handle paparazzi with ease. what was typically praise now being sprinkled with hate, it got harder and harder to ignore.

because the more someone says something about you, the more you start to believe it.

why is he with me? is this weird? am i wrong? is he wrong?

Whenever Matthew happened to be with you during these paparazzi incidents, he’d always guide you through the crowd by the small of your back or your hand. Weaving through people wordlessly, only whispering assurances into your ear, squeezing your hand to calm your heart beating in your ears.

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The whole ride home to your apartment is silent. With Matthew, you two are always talking, always sharing thoughts, making the occasional silence reason for concern.

“Are you okay? You din’t say more than a word or two at a time not the way home,” he says while shutting the apartment door behind him.

“Are we, wrong?” you turn to gaze up at him through your lashes, the look on your face hurt.

“What do you mean, angel?” he croons, concern and confusion blossoming across his face.

“Like,” you pause and scoff, trying to find the words for your question. “Is what we’re doing wrong. Being together.”

“Do you not want to do it anymore? Cause we don’t have to-” his face turns to worry, your heart dropping at the thought of him thinking you’d say anything other than no. because no matter what anyone says, he’s so in love with you he can’t even imagine losing you.

“no! oh my gosh, no.” you’re quick to assure, holding his face in your hands. it’s just exhausting. why are they so concerned with our lives? can they not just-“

“you love me?” he interrupts, looking at you intently.

“what?” you scoff in disbelief, pulling back slightly. “of course I do - why?”

“because I love you. And that’s all that matters, yeah?” he brushes his thumb across your cheek, gazing into your eyes so lovingly. he always looks at you that way.

“It could be worse. They could be comparing me to Leonardo DiCaprio,” he smiles, causing the corners of your mouth to turn up, “and I’m definitely not DiCaprio level.”

“If you were, you would’ve dropped me when I turned 25,” you snicker and he sighs, throwing his head back.

“You’re funny, you know that?”

“I’d hope so. It’s kind of my job.”

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mgg x SNL cast member taglist

@sarcasm-and-stiles @mystargirl-interlude @rubyirene @ashrrams @ghostatrixx @forevermorepassionate @saint-boudica @reidmarieprentiss @awakeforu @spencerlicious @kittycat-april @baudarling @delusional-4-fake-people @avenlymars @angelinajolie0213 @arusio @littleslayofhorrors @jezabelle9299 @jaemnationnn @princess-ofthe-pages @flow33didontsmoke

[it-was-summer]

The Very First... Second... Third Night

A/N: Hey guys, happy fall!!! Fun fact about me, I love Season one reid so much it's not even funny. That's pookie!!!!! Anyways, enjoy this little fluffy cute thing I wrote in a romance-infused haze (I saw that photo of MGG in that pumpkin sweater at knott's berry farms and I needed Spencer in a Halloween way). MAYBE some porn coming soon idk man. Love you all!!-Em <3

Link to the Ao3: The Very First... Second... Third Night ->Link to the: Yee olde masterlist Tags: Can't remember if I use any female pronouns for reader, but warning just incase. Season one reid, MENTION OF JEID, SPENCELLE, AND bisexual Reid, Spencer reid being critical of himself, Spencer's POV for the most part, jello mentioned guys, Overstimulated Spencer Reid at a football game, mention of a cemetery, mention of Nosferatu (1922). Kind of proofread, yippie!!!

Genre: Fluffy meet cutes. Pairing: Season One! Spencer Reid x Fem! Reader.

Plot: Spencer runs into you twice before but only manages to get your name (and number) the third time.

Word Count: 3,863

First Meeting

Spencer can’t remember the last time this bookstore was so crowded. Personally, he tried to go on early Sunday mornings to avoid the crowds– if any– that came into the shop. Maybe he was being overdramatic. There couldn’t have been more than twenty people in the store with him. But it was still twenty too many. He softly apologizes to the elderly woman as he squeezes past her in the narrow nonfiction aisle. 

Most of the crowd seemed to be hovering around the fiction area, which was fine with him– the further away, the better. With his head turned to watch the small crowd bustle about the store, he didn’t notice the person standing just inches from him in the aisle. 

You stared at him with a confused expression for a second, thinking surely this man would move eventually. But the moment never came. He was tall with brown hair and long eyelashes. He had the fashion sense of a teacher– correction, teacher’s assistant. You clear your throat softly, hardcover clutched in hand as you watch the man’s head snap over to you, his cheeks flushing red. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t see you. Not that you’re hard to miss– I mean in a good way, you’re–” He closes his mouth and swallows hard, looking into your gentle eyes. “I’m sorry.” 

You would have felt a little agitated if he hadn’t seemed so earnest, but this man oozes social anxiety, and your heart takes pity on him. Your lips move to a slow smile, and you whisper a sweet, “That’s alright,” 

Spencer’s sure he’s never seen kinder eyes, “It’s just so busy today. I was looking at the crowd,” 

Your head turns at that, allowing Spencer to take in your features. A light sweater to accommodate the cool air this early-October morning, some Halloween earrings that make Spencer smile, and stunning eyes. “Book signing pop-up, it’ll be crazy until three. At least that's what the stock girl told me.” You’re soft-spoken, too. Spencer can appreciate that.

He nods slightly, looking down at the hardcover in your hand and then over at the crowd again, “Are you not here for the book signing?” 

“Afraid not,” You sigh as you hold up a historical fiction novel, “Me and my historical fiction novel were going to take a gander at some biographies.” 

He can’t help his peaked interest as he licks his lips, “Regarding?” He’s a fan of history himself and is always happy to interact with someone who also shares a love for it. He feels slightly less anxious talking about something he knows.

You twist your lips to the side like you’re silently debating whether or not you should tell him. You look away for a second, your eyes scanning the bookshelves on either side of you. “Salem Witch Trials.” You answer him bluntly. 

Spencer nods like he understands precisely what you mean, “Ah, the more humane witch trials.” It's a funny joke… to him, at least. 

But then your lips twitch upwards as you let out a quiet chuckle, “No burning for us, just rope and intense torture.” 

He feels electric, which is stupid because he shouldn’t feel excited over something as simple as someone joking with him, but he does. He’s been working on it upon Derek’s sarcastic request, and he can’t help but wonder if it is finally paying off now. 

Spencer feels the overwhelming urge to partake in what Garcia describes as ‘info-dumping ,’ but he bites his tongue as he settles on a simple question, “How come?” 

You shrug slightly as you look up at him. The bookstore light keeps making his eyes a soft amber, and you’re having a hard time looking away now. “Halloween tradition.” You watch his eyebrow furrow, raising a hand to explain yourself quickly. “My best friend and I each pick a historical event that is relatively macabre, and then we base our costumes around it and throw a party with a related theme. It’s... It’s stupid.” You say with a smile and a wave of your hand dismissively. 

Meanwhile, Spencer’s too busy thinking you’re the most extraordinary girl he’s ever interacted with. For the first time in his life, he’s desperate for an invite to a stranger’s party—a pretty stranger who has yet to tell him her name. 

“That’s not-” 

A woman’s voice cuts him off as she barrels down the aisle with a grin, “There you are, oh…” Her blue eyes look Spencer up and down carefully, studying him. “Hello, there.” She’s direct and forward and speaks in a tone that tells Spencer to leave you the hell alone. 

He nods curtly, waving slightly at your friend. You sigh out with mock annoyance as you say, “He’s a friendly, put your gun away.” 

“I don’t believe in guns.” 

“They’re very real, trust me.” Is your sarcastic reply before looking at Spencer again. “Thanks for the company. I’ll see you around.” And just like that… you’re gone. 

Second Meeting

Spencer is sure he’ll never see you again, but here he is a week later, still thinking about you on a case. Or rather, he’s thinking about every woman ever and that he’ll never have a chance with any of them… ever. He’s feeling rather lonely, or maybe his self-esteem is taking a certain nose-dive this fine San Diego day. 

It’s not because it’s his birthday. He doesn’t hate his birthday like Elle hates hers– that’s what she told him once—the day started off great: the trick candles, the big birthday hat, his embarrassing crush on JJ. And now, they’re discussing the case, a routine he enjoys. 

His mind, always full of helpful information, quickly recognized the ballad from the 17th century– betwixt death and a lady. After his comment regarding what people could find by typing the word ‘death’ in the search engine, Derek’s laughing, “Reid, no wonder you can’t get a date.”

It sticks on him; he would love to let it slide off his back, but he’s not familiar with that kind of territory– dating, that is– so it hits a nerve. A nerve that Spencer didn’t know was so exposed. The worst part is that Derek’s not wrong. Spencer can’t seem to get a date. Not with the pretty intellectual at the bookstore, JJ, or Elle– though that last one feels strange to admit to himself. 

He’s too awkward, speaks too fast, and, according to Gideon, needs to relax more. He’s sure… he’s cute, actually, he doesn’t know if he is. All he knows is that his mind is brilliant, his skills involving women… not so much. 

He’s silently mulling it over as he approaches one of the bulletin boards, muttering lines of the ballad softly when JJ walks up beside him, “Creepy, huh?” Her voice makes him look at her, hesitating as he replies. 

“Actually, uh, conversations between death and his victims was a fairly popular literary and artistic theme throughout the Renaissance.” He’s staring at the bulletin for a second before glancing her away, and his cheeks feel hot when he sees the way JJ is looking at him– disinterest. “But, yeah, creepy.” 

He feels like a teenager, and all those years spent in college and not high school are coming back to bite him. He liked girls and boys, too. He should be better at this, he has an IQ of 187 and five degrees to prove it. Spencer walks away from the conversation quickly, his feet carrying him away from the embarrassing moment as quickly as possible. He needs to focus on the case. 

And focus he does. He’s happy to analyze the meaning of the ballads at the crime scenes, his anxiety calming as he settles into the sweet caress of facts. Feelings, beauty, and tastes were all subjective. The objective was his comfort zone.

So it stands to reason that he feels lighter after conversing with Gideon about why the UnSub would start to use the ballad if it wasn’t a part of his signature. However, after the team delivers the profile, his lightness returns to his ruminating thoughts surrounding his lack of social skills. 

The more he thinks about it, the more he feels the icy breath of repressed memories breathing down his neck. A jammed locker, missing gym clothes, a dark bathroom bolted shut. As the team waits for the UnSub’s suspected phone call to the tip line, he reaches for his bag to pull out a Rubix cube. 

His fingers quickly twist and turn it aimlessly until he feels like it’s mixed around enough for him to solve it again. Elle is sitting in a desk chair in front of him as he solves it. He wants to ask her if she’d ever consider dating him, if she thinks JJ would, or if she feels any self-respecting woman would. He doesn’t, though, the question sounding too desperate in his head to say it out loud. 

Instead, he asks, “Do you think it’s weird that I knew that ballad?” His eyes don’t stray away from the cube for too long as he asks it, scared of what Elle’s gaze might tell him. 

He’s pleasantly surprised when she chuckles and says, “I don’t know how it is that you know half the things you know, but I’m glad you do.” 

Spencer feels insecure when he speaks again, but he has to know the answer, “Do you think it’s why I can’t get a date?” He looks up at her now, waiting for the brutal blow, which is her answer. 

Elle looks slightly amused. “You ever ask anyone out?” She smiles a little, seeing the genius look genuinely dumbfounded for a second as he thinks about it. 

He never had the confidence to walk up to someone he found attractive and say something interesting enough to warrant a ‘yes’ if he asked them on a date. “No,” 

She gives him a slight shrug of her shoulders, “That’s why you can't get a date.” And Spencer seems to nod at that, and his lips tighten for a second as he nods before he looks away from her again. His focus is pulled back to the case when the UnSub calls, and for a little while, he feels better. 

On the flight home, he’s almost completely forgotten about his spiral as he plays chess with Gideon. When he hands Spencer a small present, a little smile plays on his lips as he says, “But you don’t give birthday presents.” When he finally gets the present open, he feels a little confused as he thanks Gideon for the generous gift– two VIP box seat Redskin tickets. 

He’s excited, nonetheless, to experience something new with Gideon, and Spencer believes him when he says that Spencer will love it. 

“We are. You’re coming with me, right?” Spencer asks with a slight grin.

Gideon smiles, “No.” he doesn’t let Spencer’s confusion build for long as he quickly adds, “Someone else on the plane is a huge skins fan.” 

“Who?” 

“Only person in the world who calls you Spence.” 

Speaking of the only person in the world that calls him Spence, the date was going terribly. She had invited Penelope; she thought it was a group thing. He begged Hotch and Gideon for some pointers, anything. They reminded him she was already his friend, but that wasn’t very helpful. He knew how to talk to her on a typical day. On a date? Not so much.

Then, she invited Penelope. Now he’s stuck on a date where only one person in the group knows it was supposed to be a date, and he feels nauseous. He’s trying to keep a conversation going, but every time it picks up for a second, he feels himself fumble the metaphorical ball, and it dies again. 

Eventually, he excuses himself to get some air. He’s debating calling Gideon and updating him on how it’s going. His feet pace on the concrete stadium floor. He’s near the elevators, and he can barely hear himself– it’s auditory overload hell. He shuts his eyes tight, stuffing his phone back into his pocket as he covers his ears, leaning against the cool wall beside the elevators. 

It’s all muffled, barely helping, but the feeling of the cool wall on his back through his clothes helps relax him slightly. His shoulders relax briefly before he feels two fingers lightly tapping his shoulders, and he’s rigid again. 

Rigid until his eyes snap open to see that it’s you. You from the bookstore, with that same kind smile, same dazzling smile, it is you. You’re yelling over the shouting, but he can barely hear you. You laugh. He can only tell by your facial expression as all the sound falls deaf to his ears over the crowd's yelling. 

Once it calms down, you repeat yourself, “Are you alright?” 

He nods, then you’re giving him a skeptical look, and he slowly shakes his head. 

“Is it the noise?” 

A part of him wants to tell you that it’s everything he is experiencing today, but instead, he whispers a soft “Yes.” 

You twist your lips to the side, looking upset for him. Your empathy is so sweet and pure for him that he feels the knot in his chest unraveling slowly. “Let me buy you a water?” You offer, motioning to a concession stand a few steps away. 

He doesn’t remember saying yes, but you’re grinning as you walk with him to the stand and buy the two of you a bottle. After a sip or two, you say, “I’m not the biggest fan of football games either. My dad loves em’.”

He nods along silently, feeling so socially overwhelmed that he barely has the energy for more conversation. You seem happy to fill the gap: “I ran into you at that bookstore on 8th, right?” 

Spencer’s beaming as he pulls the bottle away from his lips, nodding, speaking for the first time in a while. “Yes.” 

You let out a happy hum, “Small world,” And Spencer agrees with you silently. 

It's the most comfortable he’s felt all week, and he wonders if maybe this failed date of his was a strange blessing in disguise. He’s about to ask for your name when Penelope approaches the two of you, blinking starstruck at Spencer and you as she introduces herself when the crowd begins to cheer again. Any noise he can hear is drowned out, frowning as you shake Penelope’s hand and say your name– a name he cannot hear. Some more words follow, but it's all small talk until you excuse yourself to return to your father in the stands. 

Then he’s the one being dragged away from you, convinced once more that he’ll never see his pretty stranger ever again. 

Third Meeting

It’s the night before Halloween. Ask anyone who knows Spencer; they will tell you he genuinely loves Halloween. It’s a part of him, always has been. He likes that you can dress up as anyone you want to be without judgment. He loves the build-up, the history, and the scents that fill the air. 

So, when he manages to get the night off, he’s quick to try and convince someone from the team to head over to a cemetery not too far from headquarters. Even when he explains how it is for a classic horror movie showing on the graveyard’s lands, everyone declines. 

Now, he’s setting up an oversized quilt on the soft grass, smoothing out the edges of the oversized quilt with his hands before sitting down on it. His hands move to his bag, pulling out a few of his favorite snacks, drinks, and so on as he watches the cemetery slowly fill up with people. 

He’s happy. He feels a little strange at the thought, but he’s happy– even if it is in the middle of a cemetery. 

A gentle voice cuts through the soft quiet of the graveyard, “I knew I was going to run into you sooner or later,” 

He turns his head to look at you, picnic basket and blanket in hand. You smile down at him. He trips over himself as he stands, his cheeks flushing as you laugh at the sight. He rubs his suddenly sweating hands on his button-up as he reluctantly offers you his hand to shake, only to realize that you don’t have a hand available. 

“Can I—” he says softly, “Would it be alright if I—" he swallows hard, his voice cracking lightly. Do you need help with your things?” 

You glance down at your hands, smiling slightly as you shake your head politely. “I’m sure I can find a good spot soon. I didn’t mean to disturb you.” 

“You’re not, honest. I’m, uh, I’m here alone, and it doesn’t start for another fifteen minutes.” You silently debate his offer, and then Spencer feels a wave of confidence surge through him, “You can always sit with me if you’d like. I promise I’ll try to be quiet.” 

You seem to think that’s funny as you nod, “Well, it is a silent film.” 

“You don’t have to say yes. I just have a big blanket, and I’m in a good spot to see the screen and–”

“I’ll sit with you,” You cut him off softly, bending down to gently get the picnic basket on the edge of his quilt. Spencer moves out of your way, awkwardly shuffling for a second before he decides this might be a good time to introduce himself. 

“I’m Spencer.” 

You glance up at him as you move to sit on the blanket, smiling as you tell him your name. He licks his lips nervously, nodding as he sits beside you. His nervous eyes dance over your figure as you set your blanket, which he now sees has little cartoon ghosts all over it, to the side of your basket. 

You’re frowning slightly as you reach into the basket, pulling out a small cup of jello and a spoon. “I’m sorry. If I had known I was sharing a blanket with someone, I would have brought another cup.” 

Spencer finds it funny as he leans over to his satchel and pulls out his own cup of jello and spoon, “No need,” 

You laugh lightly as you raise your jello cup to his. “Cheers, then. " Spencer smiles lightly as the two of you tap the edges together for a moment before falling into a comfortable silence while eating jello. 

Spencer’s spoon digs into the jello, and he asks, “Is this your first time seeing Nosferatu ?”

You let out a soft hum as you pull your spoon out of your mouth and quickly nod, “Yes!” You say after swallowing, “What about you?” 

“Third.” 

“Didn’t remember it well enough the first two times?” 

He lets out a shy laugh at that— it feels strange for someone to be unaware of his eidetic memory, and he wonders how long that’ll last. “Not exactly. I guess just like Halloween.” 

“A man of good taste,” You quip back softly, taking a smiling bite of jello. 

Spencer laughs as his eyes watch your lips close around your spoon before he pulls them away to look into your eye, hoping you don’t notice as he stutters lightly. “That’s debatable.” 

You’re looking down at your half-eaten Jello cup. “I’m the judge here. I deem it a fact that you are a man of good taste. You’re wearing a cardigan. That’s how the judicial system works, don’t you know?” You look back at him with a smirk, and Spencer can’t help the chortle that escapes his throat. 

“That is not how the United States judicial system works, but thank you.” 

“Yeah, you look like someone who would know all the inner workings of the judicial system.” 

Spencer can feel his cheeks getting red at how your voice sounds—teasing and a little flirty. Oh my god, were you flirting with him? He’s sure he’s all smiles and red cheeks as he looks at you, changing the topic. “None of your friends wanted to come with you tonight?”

“No, not their scene. It’s okay, though. I’m making a new friend right now.” 

Spencer’s finishing off his Jello as he steals a glance at you again, stars in his eyes. “You don’t even know me.” 

“Sure I do. Your name is Spencer. You like jello, nonfiction, Halloween, and dressing like a teacher’s assistant.” 

Spencer doesn’t want to say you’re wrong, even though he knows you’re just being nice, but he doesn’t want to spend another week without seeing you. He wants to be your friend— he’ll be anything you want him to be. “Could I–” He licks his lips, eyes searching yours nervously. 

You watch him carefully, tilting your head to the side as you look into his brown eyes. The sun is gone now, but the rising moon is shining down on him. He seems so… gentle, like a deer in a quiet forest.  A part of you just wants to scoop him up and bring him home with you, as inappropriate as that is. 

“You wouldn’t have to– It’s alright if you say no. I was just thinking I could give you my number sometime, maybe.” He manages with a gentle huff of air. 

You nod a little, “Sometime, maybe.” You repeat with a slight grin forming on your lips. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see the projector starting to play the movie, and a hush falls over the cemetery’s lawn. 

Spencer’s voice is a little too loud as he rushes to say, “I mean, now. Would it be alright if I–” A shush cuts him off, and his back straightens quickly as he shuts his mouth. His eyes meet yours for a second before darting over to the projection. 

You’re watching him again, how he’s staring at the screen like his life depends on it. You scoot closer to him, grabbing your folded-up blanket in the process. Once you reach his side, you drape the folded blanket around his shoulders carefully before doing the same to your own. 

His fingers gingerly grab one of the blanket's edges, casting you an apologetic glance for a second as your pants graze against his. You seem unbothered as you lean toward him. “I would love your number after this, " you whisper, looking up into his doe-like eyes before turning your head to watch the film. 

He’s beaming now as he stares at you, and his chest tightens slightly when you lean close to him again. You’re so close he can smell your perfume, the scent tangling with the sweet smell of crisp fall air. “You like costume parties?” Your voice is barely audible. 

He signals that he does silently, his head moving up and down quickly. The sight makes you grin as you mouth a silent, ‘Perfect’ at him before your attention is fully pulled back to the movie. 

Spencer feels warm all over for the rest of the night, and three months from now, he’ll start to believe three is a lucky number as he picks you up for your third date with him and just how perfect everything feels when he kisses you. 

[de4dlyniightshade]

I’d really just like to request your most feral Spencer Reid headcanons. SFW, NSFW, raunchy, tame - whatever. Just your like “I will fight anyone who disagrees, they are fact” type headcanons.

(Because I reread all your headcanons and love every single one)

I BEEN WAITING ON SOMEONE ASKING THIS! i've also just been meaning to make a hc post.

i was gonna split them into nsfw and sfw but they just ended up all mixed together 0-0

submissive and breedable spencer truther til i fucking die i'll get him pregnant don't play with me.

loves messy kisses like spit running down his chin, tongues down each others throat, desperately gripping at each other type of kisses.

maybe just me projecting and taking what mgg said as gospel truth but i fully believe that spencer loves a curvy woman, not even just for sexual reasons he also loves to rest his head on a nice big pair of boobs or thighs.

speaking of, boob guy! shamefully, but still a boob guy! adores groping your boobs whenever he can and would have your boob in his mouth 24/7 if he could, has literally fallen asleep with his head under your shirt and your nipple in his mouth.

munch! like the biggest munch ever, loves nothing more than coming home from a long day and burying his face between your thighs or having you ride his face.

knows full well that toys are his teammate and not his competitors and has no insecurities about you using toys on yourself or owning any.

does not care how well groomed you are, if you asked him what he preferred he'd be like??? it's literally none of my business???

needs lots of reassurance during sex, he just likes to know that he's doing good and making you feel good throughout the whole thing.

doesn't like talking about his sex life, especially with derek, no matter how hard he pressed and pries spencer wont let anything but the bare minimum out.

i imagine he's more drawn to a commanding woman, someone who will take the lead and teach him because of his inexperience and finds that he actually loves being dominated and hardly has any desire to dominate you.

really vocal! even though i've already said it like twice he just is, i can feel it in my bones, he's just such a whiny little baby and can't help but moan loudly any time you're touching him.

is completely against the idea of road head until you do it while you're on a long drive and it both changes his life and almost ends it bcs he swerved into the other lane which was luckily empty.

still gets shy when you kiss him in front even the team even years down the line.

learns to cook so he can make you breakfast whenever you're staying at his apartment.

on the same lines, lovesss morning sex, just that feeling of not wanting to get out your warm bed into the cold air, savouring the warmth in the best way possible.

had no idea what queefing was real until it happened and he was like genuinely so fascinated rather than disgusted.

i feel like spencer would own a bird for sure, not just bcs of gideon but he did help him realise how cool birds are which made him get one, probably a cockatiel or parrotlet with some silly name like dave.

all bark, no bite. likes to act a big game in front of others but the second you're alone he's begging and calling you mommy.

loves nothing more than waking up before you, pressing a kiss to your forehead before carefully and quietly getting out of bed to make you breakfast with the intention of bringing it to you but when you wake up before him and sneak up behind him to wrap your arms around his waist he can't help but melt.

very open to experimenting further down the line, anything you want to try he'll try at least once, except for blindfolds on himself, would be completely open to blindfolding you though.

loves public touching, not outright sex but he'd love when you subtly brush your hand over his crotch or take a handful of his ass in a public place.

teaches you how to knit and cries when you actually make him something like a sweater or even just a hat bcs he realises that's why you wanted to learn in the first place.

can't ride a bike.(this is definitely me projecting bcs i can't but i just feel like he can't okay)

lana enjoyer!!! especially if you are, he just wants to understand all the things you love and if you love lana so does he, he'd love to hear you ramble about your favourite songs and would take note of them and listen to them asap and tell you he loves them even if he didn't like some that much bcs he loves how happy it makes you.

wouldn't want to introduce you to his mother too soon but if you ended up meeting her by chance he'd be sweating buckets in case you didn't get along but you two just bond over your adoration for him and he's just so happy about it.

probably took a while to warm up to physical touch in the beginning bcs of his germophobia but when he finally does he regrets not doing it sooner.

washes his hands every single time before touching you sexually, not even for his benefit, he just wants to be as safe as possible with you.

loves elvis and almost proposes on the spot when you offer to dance with him to can't help falling in love, secretly sheds a few tears while you waltz around his apartment in your pyjamas.

okay i've definitely left stuff out that i've thought of but this is long asf so i'll leave it there😭

[aliteralsemicolon]

Been seeing a lot about writing Spencer "accurately" online and idk where this wave of criticism is coming from, but I need every single one of you to be so fucking for real rn. Yapsesh below the cut.

Spencer Reid is a fictional character. Fiction means he's not real. He's a not real character from a not real universe. There's no "wrong" way to write a fictional character.

There is no canon guideline on how to write every part of him. Yes there are certain traits and characteristics we're shown, but people are complex. What we see the character do on screen isn't a complete representation of how they live every aspect their life.

Even the show runners couldn't get him "right" all the time, Hell, Mathew himself deviated from Spencer's canon traits sometimes. For example: his birthday, the fact that he's a germaphobe but you can still see him shake hands with characters when he normally wouldn't and there's SO many more if you just watch the show and pay attention.

Also there are things about Spencer that the fandom has deemed canon when they are not, in fact, canon. Like the converse: it's commonly believed that Spencer has a preference for wearing converse, which is wrong. That's a purely MGG thing. Spencer only wears converse in a few episodes through out the whole show. Most of the time he wears formal/work footwear, like loafers.

Now, there are definitely aspects you can't take away from a character in your writing because that's what makes the character who they primarily are. You'll notice that even in most alternate universe stories, Spencer still has the traits he's known for. IQ of 187, eidetic memory, socially awkward genius. That's literally how he was intended to come across during the initially seasons.

We only got new traits as the show progressed. Like how he's a sassy little shit who isn't scared of authority. The reason we can deviate from those is because they're not his core traits. His personality changes throughout the show. At times he appears like his same socially awkward self, but we also get to see his confident side with strangers at times.

It's literally impossible to label him a black and white character because there's so much we don't get to see. We don't get to see how he acts with love interests in every season (every season is a slightly different version from the last), we don't get to see how he acts when he's home alone, how he changes in so many aspects of his life. I think I'm just repeating myself now, but I think you get the point.

I find comfort in Spencer Reid's character, which is why I write about him. He acts however I want him to act in my writing because that's how I see him. Everyone has their own interpretation of the character. A lot of the interpretations share similarities with each other, so they're deemed as "the right way to write Spencer" by us, but that's not possible because there is no right way.

All this to say: Please stop criticising writers for how they write a character. You don't have to agree with their interpretation. There are other writers out there who you may agree with more. Engage more with them and disengage from the content you don't want to see.

[sreidisms]

Hiya! What do you think spending a day at home w Spencer would be like? Xx

Thank you for the request! And such a cute one at that <3

Spending a Day at Home with Spencer (HCs)

Spencer Reid x GN!Reader

Spencer would be DYING to have a day off from work, just to relax

More often than not, he'd lay in bed with you till late because he rarely gets the time to do that

You'd wake him up with butterfly kisses across his face (mgg reference 😙), or he'd wake you up that way

He'd snuggle up to you closer than he already he is - because let's be real, he probably clung to the side of your body the entire night - and bury his face in your neck

"You're so warm"

You'd stay like that, just absorbing each other's presence, until one of you gets hungry - time for breakfast!

Breakfast always leads to an argument over who should cook and who should stay in bed, but unless Spence is still exhausted from the previous case, you compromise by making your food together

Spencer MUST be on coffee duty because he's a snob about it and can't cook to save his life either way

While he makes his coffee and your tea/coffee, you're on cooking duty

Now due to Spencer's sensory issues, you'd have to learn to avoid certain foods, mainly eggs, avocados, and porridge (RIP I adore those foods)

Toast with some jam or chocolate spread is his go to, but sometimes you'll make pancakes or waffles to spice it up

After sharing a lovely breakfast, a day at home is going to be lazy if Spencer's around because poor boy is exhausted from work

Depending on his mood and how tired he is, the activities vary

If he's feeling energetic and happy, you'll have movie marathons where he explains the entire cinematographic history of each one - he'd definitely be into German expressionism and French new wave (existential bastard)

If the previous case has worn him out, you'll read near each other or even read to him if he's in need of extra comfort

Other possible activities would be baking, doing chores together, and letting him teach you chess

For lunch and dinner, you'd probably just order take out because cooking just "takes too much effort" according to him

You'd definitely share a nice bath together to wind down, because it's also a wonderful way to spend time together and take care of each other simultaneously

Spencer would most definitely dose off mid-bath

After drying off and changing, you'd either chat over dinner or some more tea/coffee because your boyfriend is a chatter; OR you'd sit on the couch and do your own thing, parallel play kinda

Spencer reading a book or solving a crossword puzzle, and you on your phone or listening to music

I HOPE THIS LIVED UP TO YOUR EXPECTATIONS, I tend to go into a lot of detail 😭 a flaw of mine

[nereidprinc3ss]

Hey I know this sounds stupid but knowing that mgg is only into white girls makes me sad lol and recently it’s all I’ve been thinking about while reading Spencer fanfics 😭

Okok someone said something abt him only dating skinny girls earlier in my inbox so let me say a few things abt this

1. He is just a man. You are superior to him and you do not need his validation

2. Realistically you will never be able to prove that he would NOT be into you if you ever met because you probably won’t so you should tell yourself he would until proven otherwise

3. He has said before one of his crushes is claire huxtable AND to the other person also he at one point said he likes curvier women and just because he’s only publicly dated mostly a specific type of girl that does not mean he’s never privately dated people who look different than that

4. People tend to have this idea that we know all of his relationships but the ones we HAVE seen are only a fraction of the ones he has had. Celebrities are a lot better at keeping relationships under wraps than we are led to believe. He has had gfs that he didn’t want anyone to know about so we never knew about them, as have most celebrities. He has dated people we have never seen and we have no idea what they look like!!

5. If he actually were exclusively attracted to or exclusively dated white women or stick thin women that would make him a freak who does not deserve your time or attention or energy! Normal ppl do not exclusively date one physical “type” that is some Patrick Bateman shit. But I doubt that’s the case w him anyway! And one more time you’ll never actually have to find out so don’t worry abt it too much you are a bad bitch and you could pull anyone u wanted

Anyway I don’t wanna sound crazy and I don’t wanna promote craziness so guys pls do not base your self esteem on this random ass man and what u perceive him to be attracted to he is unemployed and irrelevant to your life and his hairline is receding mwah u r perfect

Additionally Spencer reid is not mgg and does not share his taste in women he is fake and can be however u want him to be his type in women is whatever u look like bc he’s fake

[mgghoney]

pairing// matthew gray gubler and reader || wc// 801

summary// what happened to kissing the homies happy new year?

"I heard you kissed a fan for the new years kiss."

You look up at your phone when Matt doesn't respond, and you slide open your drawer when you notice he's thinking.

"I did. On the forehead."

You rummage through your desk, blinking quietly when you realize you can't find what you're looking for.

"I saw photos... of her, I mean. Not of the kiss." You hum. "Every now and then the fan in me kicks at my rationality."

"Did you want one?"

"Don't go asking me that." You slide your hand to the parts you can't see, frowning when it isn't there either. "I don't know how you manage to be simultaneously the sweetest celebrity I know yet lack so many typical boundaries."

"I don't think it's a lack."

"I know it isn't. The universe returns the kindness you show others tenfold." You finally look up at the call, and Matt's got a brow raised as you huff at what he's holding. "I left it with you?"

"On accident. I've been making full use of the camera." He hums. "I'll return it to you with a new roll of film as long as you develop it for me."

"Of course." You nod. "That makes a lot more sense, actually."

"Oh, and another thing. Don't go—"

"sending them to other people. I know."

"No, I was gonna say you can post most of them except one."

"Will you tell me which one?"

"You'll know."

"I'm bracing myself for unsolicited dick pics right now." You roll your eyes, finding another camera as you dig through your tote. "H...uh? Oh, you swapped cameras with me!? I didn't even notice."

"I bought it back when it was newly on sale. Mine's all beat up."

"That means it's well loved." You hum, fingers smoothing over the yellow of the camera, raising a brow at the screen as Matt locks eyes with you.

"I'm excited to see what you do with it."

You laugh, tugging the drawer back open as you toss out a handful of folders, tweezers in hand as you raise a brow at him. "Yeah?"

"Expect a bit of love on yours too."

"Like biting or photos wise?" You pause to stare at the camera. "A 2016 model is kind of rare."

"I found it in Japan while out."

"Ah." You hum. "I should make you get me one next time you're there."

"You won't come with me?"

"Studying abroad is gonna cost me an arm and a leg. I'm already barely grazing by with my aid right now. Well, if you even count that as aid. My fault for picking New York." You huff, finger smoothing down the color on the dents.

"I suppose." Matt taps at the screen to get your attention, and you look up from the sheets strewn around you. "When do you fly back?"

"Why? You won't even meet up with me at the airport since we're in different cities."

"So I know when to send you stuff."

"Don't you have more recording in LA?"

"Mm, you never know where the wind brings you."

"I hope the wind blows me to early retirement." You mumble. "Doing what I love for a living would be nice too. Maybe I should mail Anderson some fanmail and beg for an internship."

"You want a call?"

"It'd be unfair to do that." You tap your desk, glancing at the tweezers. "Well, not unfair. I'll see where the wind takes me too."

"Is it sunny?"

"Here? Always." You pull the shades and let the sun spill in, humming quietly to yourself as you laugh. "Is it sunny there?"

"You know it is." He picks up his phone to walk you over to the back door, stepping out to stand in the sun.

"I bet the film will turn out super nice." You hum. "Stay still. I want a photo."

"Still thinking about starting that fanpage for me?"

"You want me to? The twitter fanpages but for you? A "what's MGG up to today?" account?" You look at the photos on your phone, and you hum. "You already have an update account. I don't need to use our friendship to tell others."

"I respect their dedication." His lip quirks upwards, and you laugh.

"I do too."

"So? I'm sure you're not just calling to talk to me about my new years kiss."

"Oh, yeah. I had a couple of questions for the story."

"I'm more than willing to answer them. I respect the dedication."

"What are we all if not dedicated to the bit?"

"Is this where the wind is taking you?"

"Yeah." You turn on the camera to snap a photo of him, humming quietly as you beam at him. "What am I if not living to entertain?"

"Living to enjoy, perhaps."

"Always."

[pathologicalreid]

Girlie (gn) you hate Maeve? You have good taste I see, I fucking hated her (well strongly disliked but still) mary sue is such a perfect term, she was just boring and I feel Spencer felt so wet and weepy with her

i don't hate maeve so much as i hate the maeve plotline! i think strongly dislike is a really good phrase to use when talking about my feelings towards maeve's character.

as a character, she's super flat and one dimensional. i think she and spencer were "together" for eight months(?) and the episode where you learn the most about her is the one where she fucking dies. i've spent all day thinking about this and im beginning to think that part of the reason why she is a mary sue is that spencer tends to put people he cares about on pedestals and ignores their flaws.

and youre like "what flaws does she have if you barely know anything about her" and okay i'll tell you:

b-12 and magnesium as a treatment for migraines is fucking insane. i'm not saying it couldn't work, but all through season 6 (re: 6x12 "corazon") spencer is seeing doctors and anyone who has ever dealt with a fuckass chronic disease/illness will tell you that a blood panel like that would be one of the first steps in reaching a diagnosis!!!

why on god's green earth would you have a stalker, be dating an fbi agent, and not let your fbi agent boyfriend help you? i have been stalked before!!!! it's not fun!!!!! i'd take all the help i could've gotten at the time. this has always rubbed me the wrong way because oh my god the solution was right there the whole time. he could have protected you! he would have protected you!

i know they weren't technically doctor/patient but there is still some weird power dynamic in their relationship that gives me the ick. other than they're smart and they read, they really dont have much in common.

their relationship to me is equivalent to the girl i dated online after we met through percy jackson fan accounts. i.e. not really a relationship. most of their interaction was off screen and i think that did a huge detriment to the plot.

in the end, i think the maeve storyline and 8x12 "zugzwang" is a hard watch. i can't take it seriously. i'd skip it, but then i'd miss so much blake content (and hotch looks so good in that episode sorry spencer) (not into the fuckass bob in season 8). at the same time, i know it was like... mgg's idea and i'm pretty sure he's friends with beth riesgraf. (he loves to traumatize himself idk). but the whole thing gets messier when you think about the implications left by 14x15 "truth or dare" and the abhorrent jeid plot in season 15 where it's insinuated that spencer has been in love with jj for fifteen years (zoinks) and it's like what about maeve??? i don't know man (gn) i could go on for hours about this

that being said, i see a lot of people not liking the actress who plays maeve. i am telling you that it had to have been the writing or the directing in the episodes because beth riesgraf is incredible. she played a character named parker in the tv show leverage (one of my favorite tv shows of all time) and let me tell you That Is Her Role.

jesus this was long i had more to say than i thought sorry thank you anon

[foundfam2754]

S17e5 live reactions!

Spoilers…obviously

- yeah Elias don’t murder anyone if you wanna be an informant

- lol he has a whole receiving parade

- oh my fucking god Elias is messing w our papa pasta :(

- oh I just realised it has been ages since he’s actually spoken to him not in his mind - you got this bud ❤️

- car sex is just not it man

- OH DEBBY RYAN LOOKALIKE AND DAMIAN I see

- the girl reminds me of cat adams - revenge murder and maybe the most brutal bc of so much hurt in the past - in fact this whole thing gives me dirty dozen vibes

- “you’ve been taking to to yourself” “I’ve been talking to myself for years” idk why that made me laugh hard

- AM I ONLY THE ONE WHO SEES THE SPENCER REID PLAQUE COMING UP A LOT??? Pls let mgg come back oh my god

- hehe garvez is standing together 🥰

- protective luke 🥹

- “no!” “Everyone’s a comedian” HAHAHA

-“hands-off asshole” yeah give me more protective lukey pleaseeeee; also gives vibes of ‘don’t touch my girls stuff asshole’ which I LOVE

- “what’s up with you two…cause there’s a vibe” OH MY FUCKING GOD PENELOPE EVEN SICARIUS SEES IT. OPEN YOUR EYES AND LET HIM LOVE YOU

- couples who bully sicarius about his hygiene together stay together 🥺 🤝

- I kinda love how they’re filming this - they’re profiling together in the bull pen and workshopping - Elias has a weird chemistry w them

- lol pen with the handkerchief

- DONT TOUCH HER

- this is too easy; I’m so suspicious: I feel like he’s gonna do the same with Bailey - say something code-wordy to hint to him

- also why does it feel like Elias is being too helpful? like I think maybe he’s so invested bc 1) he gets to mess with Dave by being part of his team 2) Damian is a loose end and has some evidence to tie him to sicarius offficially

- I TOLD U HE WAS GONNA CODE WORD IT. I KNEW THE TIPPY TAP MEANT SOMETHING

- I love smart strategic confident Em and she and Dave plotting to fuck Elias over together

- is he finally gonna shower??

- “dave” like they’re besties

- LOVE THIS SHOT

- EW THEY HAD VOIT SAY OUR PRECIOUS PHRASE - but okay no that was so impactful

- oh my god he’s fucking with them so hard oh my god

- JJ SAID FUCK!!

- OH MY GODDDDDDD they’re talking about jealous Luke they’re talking about Penelope and Tyler they’re SAYING IT OUTRIGHT I CANT TALK I CANT TYPE I AM SCREAMING I LITERALLY GOT OFF MY COUCH AND JUMPED ACROSS MY APT

- ew tynelope is so gross greencia is so much better

- Luke you didn’t say nooo?! we all know it drives you crazy agent alvez

- so chaotic Elias is so funny man; kudos to Zach Gilford

- PAPA PASTA PROTECTING HIS FAMILY. You mess with Pen, Rossi brings the heat

- isn’t “locking you in a shipping container” a confession?? why are they not more interested in that?

- oh my god Brian’s gaslighting her - falling into the conspiracy thing again - everyone’s vulnerable and only hearing what they want too

- haha lukey doing yoga

- oh my god how do they do anything without Penelope

- hey kiddos - voit is leaving?? Pls pay attention to him

- is Rossi gonna let him run??

- oh my god they’re profiling each other

- OH MY GOD DAMIAN. I KNEW ELIAS WAS GONNA CODE WORD IT.

- “Teresa is in trouble”!??

- TYLER I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU KEEP MORE SECRETS

- oh my god the sicarius smile

- aw tebecca!

- EM :(( be vulnerable babe we’re here for you

OH MY GOD THIS EP WAS SO GOOD

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Prom Night Dream (Joe Harper - Band of Robbers)

Pairing: Joe Harper x Reader

Summary: When Joe finds out you missed your prom, he takes it upon himself to give you a redo.

Rating: Fluff

Words: 2.9k

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An I decided I needed more Joe Harper in my life and I needed this little goof to fix the fact that I missed my own prom (yes, I used my own experience and this is my therapy)

“It was one time!”

“Or two or three.”

You laugh as Tom hits Finn on the arm. The group was sitting around a campfire after a long day, drinking a few beers and telling old stories.

Tom just got outed for kissing Finn when they were kids. He needed practice, he said, and as a woman who (even drunkenly) has kissed Tom Sawyer it was practice well spent.

“It was practice!” Tom shouts. “Clover tell them!”

Clover was the nickname Tom gave you when you were kids. It came around when Tom and Finn would get in trouble, but when they were with you, you always got them out of it. They considered you their lucky charm.

Their 4-leaf clover.

You point your beer at Tom, smirking, “I may have kissed you Sawyer, but not Huck. So, if I were to say if the ‘practice’ was well worth it or not, I'd need to kiss Huck.”

“Wait, you kissed Tom?”

Joe looked at you with big sad puppy eyes, you wanted to resist hurting him, but you couldn’t lie to those eyes.

Recently you had become sweet on Joe Harper. He was always so genuine that he came off a little slow, but you didn’t mind. You loved that sweet innocence he gave off. Even if he never really saw you in that light.

Reluctantly, you fessed up to the group.

“In high school yeah. We were both drunk after Homecoming and I was already sad about how the night ended, so I figured I would get something out of it.”

“And that something was a steamy make out session with yours truly!”

You roll your eyes at Tom. It may have been a good kiss, but it also ended with him dry humping your leg and cumming in his pants. That little nugget you were going to save for when Tom Sawyer was really annoying.

He came close right now, but not enough.

“And now I know to thank Huck for that kiss.” You blew a kiss to Finn, which he caught and pressed to his lips. “Whenever you want a real one Clover, you know where to find me.”

While the group laughed at your play flirting, Joe stared at the fire, his eyebrows creasing together in thought. He didn’t like the fact that you kissed Tom before and he didn’t like that you had a bad night.

“What…” He started, licking his lips and adjusting in his lawn chair, “What happened that made you sad?”

Joe really didn’t know that he would be picking at a sore spot for you, a spot that never really closed.

You take a swig of your beer, tension very evident in your shoulders. You knew you were going to tell him, you never could deny Joe Harper, but if you were going to retell this story then alcohol would be your best friend.

“When I was a junior in high school, they put on the homecoming dance for just us. And I hadn’t been to a dance since middle school so I was excited to go, but no one asked me. I know what you’re thinking ‘why didn’t you ask anyone?’ Well back then, if you can believe it, I was the weird kid that no one liked.”

Tom pat your knee, offering you comfort while you were baring your soul.

“We liked you.”

“Thanks Huck.” You chuckle. “But back then neither of you would have been caught dead at this dance. Not the two pirates.”

You wave off the sorry looks on their faces.

“It was fine. Really. I ended up going with a friend of mine, doesn’t really matter who he was, but for the story it does matter that this friend was gay. We went as friends. Got all dressed up, we went out to dinner, got pictures down by the water. Then we get to the dance.”

Reliving these memories were hard for you. For most it may seem like nothing in the grand scheme of things, but to you it was everything. Especially at the time.

“He left me all alone to go chase around some straight guy. My friend really didn’t know how to take no for an answer, or even a beating for that matter. The entire time I sat at a table, watching the others dance. My other friends that went tried to include me, but in the end they had their dates and I was alone.”

“Why didn’t you just leave?”

You shook your head. “Couldn’t, Ben. I was his ride home. So, I waited around until the end of homecoming and then took him home. After that I called Tom, since I knew he could get the alcohol at the time, and I met up with him. An hour and a couple of beers later, Tom and I were making out.”

“I can’t believe he just left you like that.” Ben shook his head. “That’s not cool.”

“That took a depressing turn.”

You smack Tom, half out of trying to lighten the mood and half because he was dick. The rest of the night after that was a little tense, but soon you were able to make everyone forget about your little homecoming mishap.

Well, almost everyone.

By 1 am everyone was passed out on the lawn and you were tasked with putting out the fire.

“I’m sorry for asking you about that.”

You jump a little at the sound of Joe’s voice. “I thought you were asleep.”

“No, I just had my eyes closed. I wanted to wait for the right moment to talk to you.”

“Joe, you really had no way of knowing. It’s okay.” You continue to put out the fire, continuing to feel warmth even as the flames go out. Turning around you see Joe behind you and you smile. He was the source of the warmth.

Why didn’t you know him back then? Sure you wouldn’t have asked him out, and you were sure Joe wouldn’t have asked you either, but you can imagine that if you were to go with him, he wouldn’t have left you.

“What about prom? Were you able to get redemption?”

And then he decides to open the wound more. Again without knowing, but once he saw the sad look in your eyes, he figured it out.

“Oh..” He shrank. “I’m sorry.”

“You really need to stop saying sorry, Joe. There were things you didn’t know about me and there are things I don’t know about you. It’s just natural.”

You meant for your words to comfort him, but it seemed to have the opposite effect. His eyes sadly looking down as he fiddled with his fingers. You reach out to take his hands into yours, trying to calm him down, your thumb unconsciously rubbing his knuckles.

Joe’s breath hitched, his cheeks flushed. And while you would like to think it was due to your touch, you knew he had alcohol in his system so of course his face would be flushed.

“Seriously, don't worry about it.” You squeeze his hands before letting go. “Now! Let’s round these hooligans up and try to get them home.”

A few weeks had passed since that night and honestly you hadn’t given it another thought.

You went on with your days, working at the local library, having lunch with Finn, getting your car checked out by Ben and Tommy, and knocking back a few beers with Tom.

The only one you hadn’t seen was Joe Harper.

“Where is he Tom?”

“Who?”

“Joe! I haven’t seen him for a few weeks now.”

“Aww,” Tom cooed, reaching out to pinch your cheek, to which you smacked his hand, “Are you having a bandana shaped hole in your heart?”

He knew the answer. Everyone but seemingly Joe Harper himself knows that you are sweet on him. You huff, turning back to the shelves where you were currently putting away books. “You know what Tom. Why are you even here?! I am on the clock and I know you are.”

“Oh yeah. I came to ask you to chaperone the school prom with me. They are having me, Tom Sawyer, watch over the teenagers this year. It's bullshit, but everyone on the squad has to do it.”

You hum. “So why have me help you? What if I got plans that night?”

“Doing what?”

The silence you gave him was all the answer he needed. Honestly fuck him for assuming, but he knew you too well that you only had six friends, and they all hung out. You flip him off before continuing out of the row of books and to your desk, Tom’s confident annoying ass following behind you.

“Doing what?”

“Don’t make me out you, Mr. Cum in Pants.”

“I hate that you always come back to that.” Tom rolled his eyes at you, “So you coming? You get to dress up.”

You sigh, knowing you weren’t going to say no originally and dressing up did sound fun. “Yeah okay.”

Tom cheered before you shushed him, reminding him that he was in a library, and he gave you all the information for the event.

Which took place that night.

You stared slack jawed as he jogged out of the library.

Leave it to Tom Sawyer to tell you this shit last minute and now you have to remember if you had any nice dresses in your closet.

A night to remember.

A cliche theme, but one that always feels right for prom night.

Gold paper balls hang from the ceiling on strings, fairy lights running alongside them, black and gold balloons line the dance floor, some students kicking them up into the air and laughing.

You stand to the side of the dance floor, admiring with envy the fun they seem to be having. Finn stood beside you with a cup of punch in his hand. He cleaned up nicely, a white button up shirt and black slacks.

“You look amazing by the way.” Finn lifted his cup to you.

You look down at your simple black dress, it clung to you body and stopped right before your knees. It was honestly the classiest thing you had in your closet on such short notice, but you appreciated the complement nonetheless.

“Thank you, Finn. You look very nice too.” Your eyes roam over him. “Sexy.”

Finn laughed at you, but his cheeks were flushed under your gaze. If you weren’t so in love with Joe Harper, Finn Huckleberry would be the man on the top of your list.

Speaking of Joe, you still hadn’t seen him. Glancing around, you hope to find him helping out, but also not holding on to a lot of hope. “Have you seen Joe?”

"Harper? No, I haven't, but I'm sure he is around."

“Around?”

Finn jumped. Almost as if he wasn’t supposed to say that, his eyes darting around. They landed on someone and he quickly motioned them over.

Becky bounded over, quickly putting both her hands on your shoulders. “Hey! I need you to come with me.”

“Huh? Wha!” You barely get to question what was going on before she pushed you away to the door and down the hall to the girls bathroom. “What are you doing???”

Becky only smiled and opened a stall, a large cover hanging from the door. She unzipped it to reveal a white princess dress and your eyes widen at it.

“Hurry and put this on.” Becky takes the dress from the hanger and hands it to you.

You take a second to understand, but quickly snap out of it when you feel Becka unzip the dress you were currently wearing.

In a whirlwind of tule and makeup, you see yourself in the mirror.

The white wedding dress, the crown on your head, the white mask Becky placed over your eyes.

“Is this…?”

The smile on her face tells you everything you need to know.

Three weeks ago, you and Becky were at a coffee shop when a bunch of girls came in talking about prom, their dresses, dates, everything.

“So I heard you didn’t get to go to prom.”

You freeze. “Tom?”

She nods and you swore the next time you saw him you were going to kill him.

“No I didn’t.”

“If you had a chance to or if you could do it now, how would you want it to be?”

“Huh?” You look at her from over your coffee, eyebrows pinched together in confusion, “What do you mean?”

Becky looked a little sheepish, but quickly tried to recover. “L Like for example! If I missed my prom and my partner wanted to recreate prom I would want it to be like a movie! Or like a romance book.”

You understood what she was saying, but didn’t understand where this came from. You drink some more of your coffee and think it over. A ton of scenarios flashed through your mind, being dressed like sailor moon, getting dressed up and just dancing together in your house, but there was one that stuck out to you that you had loved since you saw the movie.

“There was this movie I watched as a teen,” You start, “It’s called ‘A Cinderella Story’ and it starred Hillary Duff. She was going to a Halloween party, but didn’t have a costume, so her coworker lent her her wedding dress. She went as Cinderella with a crown and a mask to hide her identity.”

You sigh and look out the window.

“Well eventually she finds herself in a gazebo that is covered with white flowers and candles and other lights. There is where she finds her prince charming. He’s dressed so charmingly and they dance to the song ‘I’ll be’ by Edwin McCain played by some musicians that happened to be nearby.”

“That would be my perfect prom.”

“But who?” You turn away from the bathroom mirror to see Becky holding the door open.

“Come find out.”

She leads you through the halls, the click of your heels building anticipation, and out to the back of the school. There are two rows of lights leading up to the most beautiful sight you have ever seen.

The gazebo was decorated with white roses and hanging plants, fairy lights surround the grounds and up the columns and they mix with the glow of the candles.

And in the center of the gazebo, waiting in a princely outfit of black and gold, hands clasped behind his back probably making sure he doesn't fidget with them (the cutest nervous tick you had ever seen on a man) was Joe Harper.

His usually messy hair was missing his signature bandana and tamed down and to your surprise you couldn’t see his toned legs with the black dress pants on. Everything about him looked out of a dream, yet not like Joe at all.

Becka steps away from you as you make your way up the steps on the gazebo, Joe breaking into a shy and awkward smile.

“Joe,” You breathe, “You… Look so uncomfortable.”

He frowns at you, brown eyes looking sad that you weren’t impressed, which you were more than impressed. You were stunned, speechless really, but as much as you loved him in this look, it wasn’t him.

Before he could say anything you reach your hands up to his hair, raking your fingers through his soft strands and ruffling it to its usual messy style. You smile up at him. “Where is your bandana?”

Stunned, Joe reaches into his prince jacket to pull out a bright red bandana and you take it from his hands to tie it around his head.

“It’s a start, but there is my Joe.”

“Y your Joe?” His cheeks flush, a slight smile on his lips, not realizing how good it was to hear you say those words. “I like that.” He extends his hand towards you, which you gladly take.

“Me too.”

Joe pulls you close, resting his other hand on your waist and you place your hand on his shoulder. The sound of a violin playing the beginning of I’ll Be has you shyly tucking your head into his neck as he slowly starts to sway with you.

“I can’t believe you did this for me.”

Joe chuckles, his breath tickling you. “I would do anything for you, Clover. I love you.”

You waited for years to hear him say that and your imagination couldn’t beat the real thing. Blinking to hold back your tears, Joe lifts your head and closes the gap between you two, his lips softly touching yours.

Kissing Tom Sawyer was different than kissing Joe Harper.

And if you had to pick, kissing Joe Harper was infinitely better.

His lips may be cracked, but you didn’t mind when he held you like you were the most precious thing in the world.

When you finally pull apart, you smile as Joe moves forward for more. You needed to breathe, so you peck his lips to satiate him.

“This is everything I wanted and more. Thank you, my prince. I love you.”

Joe smiles and rests his head on yours, swaying you more as the music continues to play. “I love you more.”

The two of you continue to dance for the rest of the night, even when the music stops and your friends, who were on the sides watching their hard work play out, had left, completely content in each other's arms. Never wanting the night to end.

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Little Gub

f!reader x mgg (angst)

summary: it’s been years…a very long time. her hair was fluffy just like his- her smile a carbon copy. her dark hair, eyes and tan skin were all traits of her mother, but you could still see him in her as they laughed together, Matthew..

warnings: mentions of miscarriages and sex

“Well which one does the princess want?” you hear a male voice on the verge of laughter.

“That one- that Barbie comes with a car like the one i have!” came a little girl’s voice afterwards, in which the male voice laughed. “Of course you can Little Gub.”

You knew that voice- all too well. It’s a voice you wish you’d forgotten. One that you didn’t want to think about, yet it replays in your head everyday.

You close your eyes tightly, counting softly to 5. You were scared, knowing that if you opened your eyes he’d be there, and with her. His little angel..his pride and joy. His daughter. She was all grown up now- she was turning 6 soon. You’d never forget when he told you- how excited he was when she got pregnant..when she had her. How you were his first phone call when she went into labor..how after that day you never talked to Matthew again.

Your eyes welled up with tears, but you didn’t want to cry, let alone go into a full on panic attack in the mall. You were shopping for art supplies. You owned a shop nearby- business is good..you’re good, or so you told yourself. Tucking your head into the bags of yarn in your hand you walked pass them as fast as you could. Your heart raced, the tears fell.

“no no- don’t do this to me now..” you whispered to yourself. Only a few steps left, you told yourself. Only a few more steps until you could breathe the fresh morning air and get into your car and forget it ever happened. Only a few..

“Ow!” you snapped back into reality, looking down at her..and one of your bags that laid by her feet.

“oh-! I’m sorry- I’m so sorry.” you scrambled for the bag, cursing yourself in your head. “I’m very sorry..”

“Y/N?” You hear his voice- he said your name. You haven’t heard it fall from his lips in years.

“I’m very sorry-“

“Y/N- it’s okay, it’s alright she’s just dramatic.” In which the girl sticks out her tongue. You gather your bag together and apologize again.

“It’s been a long time, we should hang out! Matter of fact- Little Gub’s birthday is tomorrow, how about you come?” You shake your head,

“I’m sorry- I can’t.” Your hands were shaking as you brushed past him, shoulder bumping his arm..it makes you suck in a shuddering breath as you bolted for the doors to freedom.

The trip to your car felt like a lifetime. Once you were in you turned on the ac, not even bothering to put in your seatbelt. Once you could finally..finally sit back, you cried. You let the last seven years out- hell, you screamed even. you can still hear it..the words leaving your mouth that day- that day that it got worse.

“..another miscarriage.” you had muttered to Matthew. You swallowed down the tears and smiled. “It’s okay though- we can try again, there’s nothing wrong with trying again.” You began to walk away to the front desk when he grabbed you from behind, his head leaning into your neck.

“I’m sorry-“

“It’s not you Matthew, the doctor said nothing’s wrong on your end..it’s me, but we can try again..” He didn’t miss the way your shoulder’s shook as you held back the flow of tears. You didn’t want to cry. You cried the first two times..by three you decided that doubting having a baby won’t allow you to have one- and now with four, it was the hardest thing ever. What hurt you the most was Matthew blaming himself for your misfortune. The doctor told you both it was impossible because of your infertility.

“I love you.” He whispered afterwards…

Over the course of six months after that you didn’t ignore how sad Matthew looked- how disappointed he’d be when the pregnancy tests came back negative, or when you bled within your first week of carrying what could be your child. It was eating him alive, and you couldn’t handle it.

You stopped having sex. You couldn’t even look at him without wanting to break down. You found yourself apologizing to him when he held you in bed..you cried together.

You ended things. You couldn’t help but smile when you did so..you didn’t want to cry, but you didn’t want to lose him either. It was only months later he met her…she was beautiful the first time he’d talked to you on the phone about it. You stayed up for hours listening to his ranting. It was like you were best friends again, before you caught feelings for one another..

They got together shortly afterwards, and again he told you all about it. How happy he sounded..

She became pregnant the following year.

You didn’t miss the excitement in his voice as he talked to you on the phone. He was on speaker, you only stared at the phone through the tears that raced down your cheeks.

And then she had her..his Little Gub he called her, Clementine Marilyn Gubler. He called you before she went into labor, you didn’t pick up a phone call after that day. You read his texts to you- her name, how big she was- he told you everything.

He was finally happy..it’s what you wanted, something good for him. And you…You’d be okay. Therapy was nice for a while, the meds worked wonders. You didn’t like being sober enough to think about them..the happy family Matthew had that wasn’t yours.

You moved on…you found your shop, it was your home your everything. But you knew..something was missing, something you’d never get back.

A knock on your window made you jump. You look over, Matthew’s face smiling sadly at you. He looked over the tear stains on your cheeks, Clementine in his arms. You let down the window as he slides a piece of paper to you, an invitation. It was pink with Barbie on it.

“My number’s on the back, give me a call okay? I’d like to talk again, Y/N..”

He gives you a head nod as he pulls back. You roll up the window and watch as he walks away.. he wasn’t parked far. You can see him kiss her head before putting her in the backseat of the car.

He stared at her for a minute…and then there was a smile. You watch Matthew get into his car, but you were already gone by the time he drove away.

You could help glancing at the pink invitation in your lap, knowing you wouldn’t be showing up

[youbutstupid]

My personal ranking of all of the episodes directed by Matthew Gray Gubler

1. Mosley Lane, 5x16: the first episode directed by MGG and arguably one of his most iconic. The carnival themes along with the actual story created a really stressful but engaging watch and I loved watching the mum be proved right. The line ‘he was alive yesterday’ really sealed the episode for me.

2. Mr Scratch, 10x21: I love dark and creepy episodes, as you will see from this list, and this episode was perfect. The horror movie aspects added to the mind games that were being played on both the audience and the characters were insane. I loved how the lighting in this episode remained dark so the audience never got any reprieve from the horror. We also had to grieve each character at some point.

3. The Lesson, 8x10: this episode was so gruesome and I don’t normally like gore but this was done in such an interesting and terrifying way. I loved the ballet scene and the end when Hotch is walking through the fake ‘audience’- both such beautifully haunting scenes and I loved how we were put inside the unsub’s delusion.

4. Lauren, 6x18: arguably one of the most iconic episodes for Emily Prentiss’ character. I really loved how this episode opened a lot of things up for Prentiss as a character and also allowed for a lot of things about her to be explained. I also loved the reveal about Doyle’s son and it really left me on edge and questioning a lot.

5. A Beautiful Disaster, 11x18: I really deliberated this ranking because I wanted it to be higher but didn’t know where to place it. I’m not easy to make cry yet this episode had me sobbing. It was so intense and Morgan’s departure was done so beautifully, I honestly didn’t know what to do with myself after watching it. MGG really perfected his craft with the set out of this one.

6. Tall Man, 14x05: this episode is amazing because you can see the influence it takes from the real life Slenderman case which made it really eerie but interesting to watch. I also loved that the episode was JJ centric and we got to learn more about her and her background with Roslyn and her parents. This episode really made me adore JJ’s character even more and AJ’s acting was incredible (I know that isn’t a note about MGG’s directing but I just needed to give AJ her credit because she was insane).

7. Heathridge Manor, 7x19: the old Salem themes with the medieval dresses and the old rituals? Stunning. The visuals for this episode were amazing and the story was so interesting. The end when she hallucinates and we are left with the image of her alone on the doorstep; my Lord.

8. Elliott’s Pond, 12x06: this might not be the right word for a Criminal Minds episode but it honestly felt kind of cosy? With the 80s horror themes and the overall lack of death, this episode is more wholesome than other Gubler episodes whilst still maintaining his classic spark. The end of the case itself was really emotional and heartwarming and I’m glad that MGG gave Hotch’s character some semblance of a goodbye because we know how close he was to Thomas Gibson.

9. Blood Relations, 9x20: probably the most messed up episode ever. Picture every dark theme you can put into a piece of media and you get this episode. It honestly made me feel sick and I think that’s why I liked it so much; I like episodes that make leave an effect and this one definitely did that. I can’t even describe what happened in this episode without getting banned but oh my. This only isn’t higher because I preferred the storylines in the previous episodes.

10. The Capilanos, 13x17: this episode had a good premise and I think the introduction where there is no music and you’re left with the odd squeaks of the clown was amazing. I liked the calls to IT, my only issue with this episode is it had the opportunity to be really tense and scary but the middle chunk of the episode just wasn’t. The end of the case was good though and it started to pick up a lot.

11. Alchemy, 8x20: this episode had a good storyline and the visuals definitely had influences from horror movies such as The Shining. The only reason it’s not higher is because it didn’t hit me as hard as the others, but it’s still a really good episode to watch.

12. The Gatekeeper, 9x07: the storyline was good, it just felt more like classic Criminal Minds than a Gubler episode. The main star of this episode is the team bonding that we get to see with Rossi helping Reid grieve Maeve and then the karaoke scene was so beautiful.

[blackbird-brewster]

CM Unpopular Opinions

Just a couple of weeks out from the new season, the new trailer just dropped, and people are getting hyped. For last season, I made a CME predictions post (which mostly came to pass, bc this show is so predictable) -- but this season, I'm going to post some unpopular opinions going into S17. Don't like, don't read.

WILL. Since we know Will won't be in this season, there have been speculations that JJ/Will will be getting a divorce, or that Will is going to die. I do NOT want Will to die. I hate that guy, I've never liked his character, but you know who I do love? JJ. She has already been through SO much, I do NOT want Hotch 2.0 in S17. I don't want Will to die, because that would be like ripping half of JJ's soul out of her chest and she deserves better. What I actually think will happen -- is just that Will is going back to being an off-screen partner like he was for most of the series.

JEMILY. I've already written my thoughts on Paget's Jemily hints on social media and why I think that's simply queerbaiting. There's no way Jemily is going to be canon, and I am HAPPY about that. I don't want Jemily to be canon!! Look at how this show treats canon relationships!! How many female romantic interests have been tortured and killed???? Why would I ever want Jemily in that crossfire? Also, as a fanfic author who has been writing Jemily for the past decade -- I don't want them to become canon, because that will squander so much creative potential. Fic authors fill in the gaps and subtext of canon, that's our job, when a relationship becomes canon it really loses it's appeal. That being said, I would love to actually see Emily and JJ interacting again. S16 really ignored their decade-long friendship altogether. Shit, I would love to just see them in the same fricking scene again.

REBECCA. All I want is for Rebecca to survive this season. As mentioned above, the way this show treats romantic interests of main characters is HORRIBLE. I'm forever furious with how the show handled Tara/Rebecca's relationship last season. I know fans hated Rebecca for getting pissed at Tara, but I still don't agree. What I do hate is how as soon as Tara's queerness served it's plot point (getting the inmate to admit he's gay too) -- the show nuked Tara's relationship altogether. I seriously love Rebecca, I think she adds a lot to the show. And since we already know Rebecca is in S17, I would LOVE to see Tara/Rebecca sit down and actually talk through their issues (like real adults!). I would LOVE for them to get the happy ending they deserve.

GARCIA'S ROMANCE. For real, I do not care about any of this love triangle bullshit with Garcia between Tyler and Luke or whatever tf is happening. I seriously hated what they did to Garcia's character in S16, it felt like they completely erased the prior 15 years from her character and replaced it with the most basic hetnormative romance plot. I don't ship Garvez (nor her and Tyler), so I don't really care about that side of things. But I would LOVE to get our Garcia back. I miss her so much.

RETURNING CHARACTER RUMORS. If one of the past cast members comes back in S17 I do not want it to be MGG. CME already focused an entire season on Rossi's man-pain (literally the only reason they killed Krystal was for him to be angry 🙃). I do NOT want another season of white-male centric plot lines (even though that's clearly what's gonna happen with Voight) If anyone actually comes back to guest, I want it to either be Matt or Derek. Alternatively, I do have a crack theory that the unsub/Gold Star is actually Elle Greenaway. A trained government assassin, she became a vigilante after leaving the BAU and she's been operating for all these years without detection. Now THAT would be a good twist.

Listen, overall, I'm not looking forward to another season of Evolution. I think they're trying way too hard to turn CM into some edgy, gritty, Norwegian-type crime drama and in doing so, they've ruined some of my favourite characters irrevocably. I don't have high hopes for S17.