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For Kai <3 to annoy his day @unsnare

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Okay first is Oliver @manuscr1pt

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Okay okay this is slightly nsfw but I’m choking

Spencer sending these @ Oliver @manuscr1pt

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spencer is fucking feral for oliver without glasses and i cant it got him

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the last time spencer profiled someone, he was chased around new york city well he had his bone sticking out from his right arm.

not fucking spencer profiling stiles!! @humanchewtoy of course it's evil spencer so it's not @manuscr1pt boyfriend.

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I don’t want you to go, I don’t really wanna fight ‘cause nobody’s gonna win…

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not fucking spencer profiling stiles!! @humanchewtoy of course it's evil spencer so it's not @manuscr1pt boyfriend.

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ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ᴍᴀʏ ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇ ɢᴏᴏᴅ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ's ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ɪɴ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ. ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴊᴜᴅɢᴇ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ sʜᴏʀᴛʟʏ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ sᴀɪɴᴛ ʜᴀs ᴀ ᴘᴀsᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ sɪɴɴᴇʀ ʜᴀs ᴀ ғᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ.

ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ʙʏ ᴛɪᴇ. 𝟸𝟷+ ᴍᴜʟᴛɪ ᴍᴜsᴇ ʙʟᴏɢ

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ɪɴᴅɪᴇ. sᴇʟ. ᴘʀɪᴠᴀᴛᴇ. ᴍᴜʟᴛɪ-ᴍᴜsᴇ. ᴍᴜʟᴛɪ sʜɪᴘ. ᴍᴜɴ 𝟸𝟷+. ᴄsᴛ. ᴍɪᴅ-ʟᴏᴡ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴠɪᴛʏ. ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʀᴜʟᴇs ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪɴɢ. ᴅᴀɴɪ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʟʟ ʙɪᴏ. sᴘᴇɴᴄᴇʀ ʀᴇɪᴅ ʙɪᴏ. ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴍᴜsᴇs ғᴏᴜɴᴅ ʜᴇʀᴇ. ᴀs ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs, ᴡᴇ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ᴍɪsᴜɴᴅᴇʀsᴛᴏᴏᴅ ᴏᴜʀsᴇʟᴠᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴀʀᴇʟʏ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀsᴛᴏᴏᴅ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀs. ᴇxᴘᴇʀɪᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴏғ ɴᴏ ᴇᴛʜɪᴄᴀʟ ᴠᴀʟᴜᴇ. ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴍᴇʀᴇʟʏ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ᴍᴇɴ ɢᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴍɪsᴛᴀᴋᴇs.

ʜᴇᴀᴠɪʟʏ ᴀғғɪʟɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ: @talescfshadows & @retriibutions

ᴍᴀɪɴs: ᴏʟɪᴠᴇʀ♡ / ᴋᴀɪ♡.

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ᴅᴇᴛᴘxᴡᴇʟʟ -> ᴛᴀʟᴇsᴏғᴋʜᴀᴏs

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just imagine having these three come to your door step.

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Spencer Reid's relationship with Kai Parker( @unsnare )is a complex and intense cat-and-mouse dynamic. Kai Parker, being one of the most elusive and cunning serial killers Reid has ever encountered, thrives on creating intricate puzzles and challenges specifically designed for Reid to solve. Their interactions are marked by psychological games, with Kai constantly testing Reid's skills and pushing him to his limits. This makes their encounters both personal and professionally challenging. Kai often leaves cryptic blood-written messages on the walls at crime scenes, taunting Spencer and guiding him to the next clue in their deadly game. These messages are carefully crafted to challenge Reid's intellect and force him to delve deeper into Kai's twisted mind. Each message serves as both an invitation and a warning, heightening the stakes of their dangerous rivalry. Spencer often finds himself teetering on the edge, drawn into the darkness of Kai's mind as he attempts to anticipate his next move. He sometimes feels an unsettling allure in the complexity of Kai's twisted logic, forcing him to take a step back and remind himself of his own moral compass. This internal struggle highlights the thin line between understanding a killer and becoming consumed by their malevolent world, a line Spencer must carefully navigate.

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oliver & spencer going hard asf. it's got me shook.

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Spencer had the opportunity to review Oliver's case file during a routine investigation. He wasn't prying out of nosiness, but rather driven by genuine curiosity about a case that seemed to have slipped through the cracks. As he combed through the documents, it became painfully clear that the police department had failed Oliver. They overlooked crucial evidence and ignoring the signs of abuse that were right in front of them. Spencer felt a deep sense of frustration and sorrow as he read through the details. The thought of someone so young enduring such suffering and ultimately losing their life was heart-wrenching. His profiler instincts kicked in, allowing him to piece together the psychological turmoil Oliver must have experienced. Spencer could almost visualize the fear and confusion that likely dominated Oliver's thoughts as he navigated the chaotic environment. He imagined Oliver's desperate need for help and the sense of isolation when his cries went unheard.

Spencer speculated that Oliver might have developed trust issues, finding it difficult to rely on others after being let down by those meant to protect him. He also imagined the deep-seated anxiety and hyper-vigilance Oliver would have experienced, constantly on edge in an unpredictable world. Additionally, Spencer wondered if Oliver struggled with feelings of worthlessness, believing he wasn't deserving of love or attention. Spencer continued to look over the case file, noting that Oliver was now thirty-two years old. This new information shifted his focus to understanding how Oliver's traumatic past might have shaped his adult life. Spencer speculated that Oliver might have developed coping mechanisms to survive, perhaps channeling his energy into work or hobbies to distract from lingering pain. He also considered the possibility that Oliver might have sought therapy or support groups to address his past, attempting to heal and move forward despite the scars left behind.

Spencer's research revealed that Oliver had become a well-known author, celebrated for his raw and emotional storytelling. Through his genius analytical skills, Spencer discovered that Oliver had also published several works under a pen name, with themes that mirrored his own life experiences. Intrigued, Spencer devoured all of Oliver's books in one day, finding subtle connections between the narratives and Oliver's past struggles, which gave him further insight into the resilience and strength that Oliver had cultivated over the years. Spencer felt compelled to meet Oliver in person or at least observe how he was doing in his current life. When he discovered Oliver was scheduled to lecture at NYU, he attended. It might have seemed a bit intrusive, but Spencer's intentions were purely driven by admiration and genuine concern. He had developed a deep appreciation for Oliver's work and wanted to ensure that the person behind such impactful stories was thriving. Seeing Oliver speak with confidence and passion reassured Spencer, filling him with a sense of joy and fulfillment.

Oliver's lecture was nothing short of mesmerizing, drawing the audience in with his eloquence and heartfelt delivery. Spencer found himself captivated by Oliver's ability to weave personal anecdotes with broader themes, showcasing the depth of his understanding and empathy. As Oliver spoke passionately about his journey and the power of storytelling, Spencer felt a profound connection to his words, recognizing the strength and resilience that had transformed Oliver's pain into art. However, Spencer did notice some subtle tics and gestures in Oliver, suggesting remnants of past trauma. These faint signs of possible PTSD were evident to Spencer's keen eye, but he knew they didn't overshadow Oliver's overall well-being. Despite these small indicators, it was clear that Oliver was doing alright, thriving both personally and professionally.

Spencer couldn't help but chuckle at Oliver's candid admission about preferring the company of his pets to social interactions. It was endearing to see this side of Oliver, the celebrated author who could command a room yet found solace in the simple companionship of animals. Spencer appreciated these quiet moments of authenticity, reinforcing his admiration for Oliver's genuine nature. "Animals are great listeners because they hear what's in the heart, not just the words." This sentiment resonated deeply with him, especially as he observed Oliver's fondness for his pets. It was clear that Oliver found comfort and understanding in their silent companionship, which complemented his intricate storytelling world. As the conversation shifted to Spencer's own brilliance, a faint blush crept up his cheeks. He was never one to boast about his degrees or intelligence, preferring to let his work speak for itself. Only with Morgan did he indulge in playful banter about his intellectual prowess, but that was another story altogether.

"Well, it's kind of a funny story," Spencer began, glancing at Oliver with a sheepish grin. "When I first joined the team, I was just a kid fresh out of school, and Gideon (his mentor) thought people might not take me seriously because of my age. So, he started calling me 'Doctor' instead of 'Agent' to emphasize my credentials and give me a bit more authority." Spencer chuckled, recalling those early days. "It stuck, and honestly, it did help people see past my youth and focus on what I had to offer." "Gideon was a mentor to me," Spencer continued, his voice tinged with nostalgia. "He was one of those rare individuals who could see potential in others, even when they couldn't see it in themselves. His guidance and belief in my abilities really shaped my career and helped me become the person I am today."

As they entered the coffee shop, Spencer noticed Oliver's face fall for a brief moment when he mentioned being an FBI agent. It was an involuntary reaction, perhaps fueled by past experience or the intimidating nature of the profession. Spencer offered a reassuring smile. "I promise I'm not here to interrogate you or dig into your past," he said gently. "I genuinely wanted to get to know the person behind the stories, and I think there's a lot more to you than what's on paper." Spencer nodded thoughtfully, understanding the frustration in Oliver's words. "I completely get where you're coming from," he replied, his tone empathetic. "Sometimes the system falls short, and that's why I'm passionate about using my role to make a difference whenever I can." "If I had been there, I would have listened," Spencer said seriously, meeting Oliver's gaze with sincerity. "It's important for people to feel heard and understood, and I strive to be that kind of agent. Everyone's story deserves attention, and I'm committed to making sure those voices aren't lost in the noise." "I've seen too many cases where voices get drowned out by bureaucracy or overshadowed by those with ulterior motives," Spencer explained. "Unfortunately, some officers may prioritize their own interests over justice, leading to corruption within the system." He paused, ensuring Oliver felt heard. "That's why I make it a point to listen—because understanding someone's story is the first step towards real change."

while Oliver's life had once been painted in public eye, there's quite a bit that people don't actually know about him. they know where he grew up and where he resides now, but did anyone know about the teachers in school that would look at the bruises on his body and turned their head ?? did they know Jeffrey Bloom, a renowned politician, would go around talking about his stepson and laugh at what he'd done to him ?? no, he never actually admitted to hurting Oliver as a child, but there were signs and every single person that came into contact with Oliver and Jeffrey Bloom . . . ignored every single one of them. there were moments in Oliver's life where the pain became almost too unbearable and he went to an adult, begging for help, only to be turned away. perhaps it was because people were scared of Jeffrey Bloom. he was a powerful man with a powerful name and anything that he was accused of could simply be swept under the rug while he dragged you through the mud. understandably, no one wanted to face up against him. no one wanted their reputation to be tarnished. no one was willing to sacrifice for the safety of a child for their own selfish reasons.

Oliver was only seven years old when he met his first and only friend- Charlie. this was a turning point for Oliver, because at seven years old, he would not only lose his aunt and his mother to the hands of Jeffrey Bloom, but he would also lose his uncle who was inevitably framed for the crimes. in Oliver's eyes, the police never really investigated what happened. they took the word of Jeffrey Bloom and took it as fact despite the evidence that no doubt would have cleared uncle Alden. for instance, when aunt Liyana was murdered, uncle Alden wasn't even home. Oliver remembers vividly where he was and what he was doing before he encountered his aunt's dead body and he remembers his uncle's absence. regardless, the police didn't buy his alibi -they wouldn't even hear it- and locked up an innocent man.

Charlie came soon after. it's believed that Charlie, in the shape of an innocent child, was constructed by Oliver himself because of the traumatic experiences he'd faced after finding his aunt's corpse, and, shortly after, witnessing the murder of his mother. however, the public doesn't know about Charlie. they don't know that Oliver hears his voice in his ears- nor are they aware that he also hears his mother. when Oliver was first admitted to the hospital at age fourteen, his identity was kept secret and thus, his mental instability was unknown until much later when he'd finally taken back his life by ending Jeffrey's. things shifted after that, but doctor-patient confidentiality is still a thing and unless Oliver admits to it on his own, his diagnosis remains a mystery. much like Spencer's mother, he's haunted by things that aren't there, and while there is speculation, no one knows anything for certain.

"i'll be honest, i don't communicate very often," he says, slightly sheepish and embarrassed as he readjusts his satchel once again. "all my conversations happen with my pets. i have two dogs and two cats; despite our intense intellectual conversations, they tend to be one-sided." he chuckles a little at that, shifting his gaze to look at Spencer. he's quite enjoying the conversation they're having; he might not have many of them, but it helps stimulate his brain and gives him something more to think about. human beings are social creatures- despite the fact hat Oliver is alone the majority of the time, he too craves social interaction, even if he doesn't go out on a limb to get it. he too wants to have that relationship, he just doesn't know how to reach for it. he once again finds himself grateful that Spencer reached out first; this interaction may never have happened otherwise.

Oliver listens as Spencer accounts for all of his achievements in life, staring in awe of him. "whew, that's quite a mouthful, isn't it ?? is that why you're referred as "Doctor Reid", then ?? you've achieved a lot in your lifetime thus far, i'm impressed." what he says is honest and true, he is indeed impressed by Spencer. he was before he knew all this anyways. his first impression of Spencer was a positive one. from the moment he sat down in his lecture hall, Oliver found himself impressed by his very being. there's just something so magnetic about Spencer that draws him in- it's not just his mind that attracts him, there's something else, too, though Oliver wouldn't be able to tell you what that is. not yet anyways- maybe he'll figure it out in time.

Oliver's expression falls for a moment -only a brief moment- as Spencer admits to working for the FBI. his steps falter, nearly coming to an abrupt stop, as his gaze falls away, before continuing on after Spencer. he exhales through his mouth, contemplating what he wants to say to that. all he can come up with a simple, "ah," as he furrows his brow, chewing on his bottom lip. he inhales a large breath of air and exhales, longer than the last, before he clears his head and continues on with a roll of his shoulders. "can't say i'm that surprised. most people who know me by name wouldn't ask to share a cup of coffee. i appreciate the transparency; it makes it a lot easier than to have to explain myself when you already know all the answers." he pauses then, lifting his eyes to look at Spencer again, his expression softening, though there's a clear crease in his brow that indicates his nervousness. "although, i will say, i would have appreciated the help from the FBI when the police failed to do their job the first time." his lips quip upwards into a smile as he stops at the front entrance of the coffee shop, opening the door. "but i don't think the FBI would listen to a seven year old."

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707 words in and still not even done, we are legit writing a fucking book.

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not me crying as spencer read over oliver case file.