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pinkiebieberpie · 16 hours
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STOP MAKING MY LIL AWKWARD NERDY BOYS BE CONFIDENT AND SO SURE OF THEMSELVES!!! I LIKE THEM BECAUSE THEY’RE NERDY NOT BECAUSE YOU FANFIC WRITERS MAKE THEM EGO MANIC ASSHOLES
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pinkiebieberpie · 16 hours
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Road Trip with Spencer Reid
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pinkiebieberpie · 16 hours
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spencer + textposts that reminded me of him
what a loser 😔😔 (affectionate)
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pinkiebieberpie · 16 hours
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Spencer needs someone that listens to him yap about his silly little facts! Someone that looks at him in adoration while he explains the most complex shit no one understands. He is so not used to having someone actually listen to him and not just tell him to shut it or brush him off.
oh, anon, this is so true !!! ‘stop being yourself for just a second’ is my roman empire because how can you tell ANYONE that ? but thank you for this request!!! i hope you enjoy this love! <3 also this is season five spencer OGGA-BOOGA w; none !! just fluff !!
“did you know that a woodpeckers tongue actually wraps around its brain?” spencer asks so casually. he’s reading a book while you watch a show. you turn your head towards him, smiling when your eyes land on his face.
the glasses he wears in the comfort of home only now slips down the curve of his nose, his fingers pressing them back up.
“really?” you tilt your head.
“mhm. it’s so it can protect it’s brain while it hammers its beak into a tree.”
“that’s cool. do you have any more interesting things to tell me?” spencer thinks your being mean, but you’re turning off the television and scooting closer, slotting your fingers through his long hair, working through the knots.
his heart tends to beat a bit faster when he can smell your perfume because he knows your close, now it’s lodged in his throat because of how much invades his nose and he loves it.
“this okay?” your fingers stop quickly - you sometimes forget that he doesn’t like being touched. you never want to make him feel uncomfortable.
“more than okay,” he nods. “and… you really want to hear more facts?” he looks towards you. you nod quickly, your free hand pushing his metal frames up.
you need to tighten those up for him in your free time.
“yeah. i love hearing you talk about anything. it could… it could be something so gross and i’d listen because it’s you talking.”
he flushes and a small smile pulls at his lips as he looks away quickly. you giggle softly.
“why, dr. reid, are you blushing?”
“no.” he lies.
“i might not be a profiler… but i believe i have you all flushed, handsome.” your nose trails along his cheek, smiling as you press your lips against the warm skin.
“i… yes,” he mumbles.
“i know.” you giggle in his ear. he smiles at the sound and turns towards you.
“it’s just… i feel like i talk too much. i get too excited and start to ramble about something stupid. people tend to tell me that.”
“what ever comes out of your mouth isn’t stupid, spence. you have a brain of knowledge and that’s a beautiful thing to have - you should be proud of it.”
he looks up at you and smiles. “thank you.”
“for what?”
“letting me be me.”
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pinkiebieberpie · 16 hours
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PLEASE SOMEONE WRITE SOMETHING ABOUT SPENCER AS SPIDER-MAN
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pinkiebieberpie · 11 days
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spencer reid + contamination ocd
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pinkiebieberpie · 13 days
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I need him biblically I need him in a way thats concerning to feminism
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pinkiebieberpie · 14 days
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i just think that professor reid.
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pinkiebieberpie · 19 days
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Hi, I was just wondering if you had any rules for your moodboard requests? 🥺 I want to request a Spencer Reid x Reader moodboard but it’s a little bit specific haha! I never see Asian readers/partners in bf!Spencer moodboards so I’ve been looking around for people who take requests, but I want to ask you about your rules before I go ahead and send the full request! 🥺🥺
With love! 💕
- @126-143-library
hi!! tbh i have no specific rules for request, if it's something i won't feel comfortable doing i will just tell you, waiting for your request sweetie 🐻🩷
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pinkiebieberpie · 1 month
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JOE KEERY as BARON Marmalade (2024) dir. Keir O'Donnell
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pinkiebieberpie · 1 month
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for drabble weekend: a spencer x reader where she finally beats spencer in chess and he is shocked about it
drabble weekend
You've been practicing day and night for this one game of chess. You studied as much as you can, learned all the rules, practiced online and with another person until you felt confident enough to take on the best fo the best: your boyfriend.
Spencer didn't know you were going the extra mile. If he had, he would have played a lot differently. You're not very good at chess and asked Spencer to teach you. Every game he played with you, he had to show you what moves to make until you got confident enough to play without his help.
That didn't mean you won any games. You hate seeing his smug smile after every game and the "Awh, you'll get it next time". God, you can't wait to wipe that smirk off his fucking face.
The only thing that can be heard is the ticking of the clock next to you and the sound the pieces make when they make contact with the board.
You started to play like how you've always played until you switched tactics and started gaining up on him. He stares at the board in thought before making a move.
You smirk when you see your chance to win this game.
You move one of the pieces and proudly look at him. "Checkmate."
"What?" he gasps and studies the board only to see that he is trapped. You win. "H-How?"
"What, you don't think I can win against you?"
"No, but I always win," he frowns.
"Not this time! I win!" you laugh.
Spencer looks up and the confusion is wiped from his face. A smile replaces the look, and he sits back in his chair. Look how happy you are. You finally won against the best and you're glowing because of it.
Maybe losing isn't the worst thing in the world.
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pinkiebieberpie · 1 month
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omg imagine spencer in his new baby daddy phase. him spitting out random useless facts about babies in the night while reader is tryna get her shit together and go to bed and she's like shut the fuck up, if you want to talk- talk to your baby."
toning solution, still un-slathered, is drying on your cheek as you turn around spencer, bracing your body with a hand against his bicep when you try to work around him. "sorry, what was that, honey?" you find your basket of cotton pads, hauling it up from its shelf and onto the bathroom counter.
the man, already clad in his buffalo print pants and grey, crew neckline t-shirt, struggles to stay out of your path. "i was just saying that there's no reason to be wary about nellie's sleep pattern. in fact, it's quite healthy that's she's waking up so often, angel. infants have quite the high metabolic rate, and waking up so often just indicates that her digestive system is working."
next up is moisturizer, and you're smearing the white stuff over your forehead when you give spencer a stern look that he misses when he chases you out of the bathroom. "oh? is that why my tits hurt so much?"
his dedication is undeterred, and your footstep are quiet as you pad out into the hallway and slip into the nursery, checking on the aforementioned baby as she slumbers, sprawled on her back, in the crib.
you thud against spencer's chest when you turn back around, and with tacky hands, you nudge at his chest to walk around him. "oh, and their brains are rapidly developing," his voice is hushed now, not wanting to rise your daughter from sleep, "and their sleep patterns reflect this neurological maturation. as they get older, their brains start to induce a more regular sleep-wake pattern."
you pull back the heavy duvet in your return to the bedroom, ready to glide under its soft embrace for the few hours that penelope will grant you. spencer follows the action, reaching over to thumb away a spot of cream that lingers at your temple. "can't you just tell her brain to work already? mama needs some sleep."
your head hits the pillow and fatigue yanks down at your eyelids as if they're tied to 10 pound weights. spencer's presence, typically a soothing one, irks you more, however, when he opens his mouth. "well as adults, we're more-"
"hey spence?" you complain through a yawn.
"yeah, honey?"
you crack an eye open, nearly giggling about the furrowed pull of his brow. "shut up about the baby. mama is tired."
spencer's cheeks rouge, and you reach under the blankets to squeeze comfortingly at his palm. "sorry, sorry, i know. i'm just a bit jet lagged and i.." he scratches at the nape of his neck. "my sleep schedule is off. i'm sorry."
you squeeze again, and his long fingers wind around your wrist. you wriggle in closer, nose clunking against his, and you kiss at the pout that worries at his lips. "actually, y'know what? this shit's better than the gross serial killer shit you're always babbling about. tell me all about our little girl's development.... then i might actually fall asleep tonight."
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pinkiebieberpie · 1 month
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“english isn’t my first langua—“ say no more.
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pinkiebieberpie · 2 months
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Ok but I feel like Spencer gets paid a good amount for being in the fbi, probably a couple of side gigs in life, and probably doesn’t spend a whole bunch. But Spencer accidentally finding your wish list on a clothing website. Like the ones we all make over the months, in a ‘if only’ kinda way. And he just... buys it. Your whole list. He checks you’ve put sizes and stuff first, but it’s not a massive chunk from his wallet, and it’ll be a nice surprise for you. His skinny fingers are pressing next day delivery and he’s genuinely just quite happy to do that for you.
Aka him and that would be a wish come true together lmfao. I’d love if you wanted to write smth abt this if you’d like! You+Spencer=everyone’s wishes coming true 😘
'his skinny fingers are pressing next day delivery' LMFAO.
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It takes you enough time to find Spencer's gift after you get home that he's starting to overthink it, and he's on the brink of what you'd call 'worrying himself to death', and what he'd call 'a Tuesday afternoon'.
He's in the middle of gnawing through his own lip when a strangled noise comes from the closet, and his years of FBI training escape him. He is fairly certain there is a monster of some sort that has invaded your home.
Before he can locate and draw his weapon, however, you reveal yourself, a sweater clutched in your hand that he'd just unwrapped hours earlier.
"Spencer!" You gush, holding the sweater out like he's seeing it for the first time, "Where did this come from?"
"I bought it," He admits, "And- uh, all the other new stuff in there. I saw your list online, so I-!"
Whatever feeble explanation he's about to use to bashfully undersell himself is cut off when you let out a giddy squeal, severed and sectioned into giggles as you fling yourself at him. He's glad that his chair holds up beneath the torpedo of weight you bury him beneath, and his mind is cleared of its concerned fog when you throw your arms around his neck.
"Thank you! Thank you, thank you, thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou! Spencer," You lean back to grab his face, slightly rougher than usual but out of excitement, not anger, so he lets it slide.
"Thank you." You repeat, leaning in to smash a kiss to his lips. It's more passion than romance, more force than tenderness, but your gratitude seeps through it clear as day, and Spencer curls his arms around your waist where you're settled in his lap.
"Of course, angel. I had Garcia help me organize the closet. I tried to hang-" He furrows his brows, reminiscing, "-a sweater next to a dress? Or- no, I tried putting the dress by some jeans. Anyways, she said to fold the jeans and to keep the dress on the end of the rack- whatever. But she has requested a fashion show."
You bury your face into Spencer's neck to let out a girlish squeal, and he's appreciative that you don't do it into his ear this time. He loves the sound, but he wants it to not hurt, thank you very much.
"Okay- okay! Okay," You're giddy with laughter once more, eyes sparkling in excitement, "Wait here, Spence! Face time Garcia, I'll go get changed."
You're bounding up the stairs and back to your closet before Spencer can remind you that his flip phone isn't capable of Face Time.
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pinkiebieberpie · 2 months
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PERCY JACKSON Percy Jackson And The Olympians (2023-) Season 1
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pinkiebieberpie · 2 months
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#he really said we cope through humor
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