thestarrynightslover
"Detective Chuckles, if you don't mind."
Gabriela (she/her), latina, 21, INTP-T. Obssesed with a lot of fictional stuff. Will is the older brother. Tell me I'm wrong, I dare you! Also, Upstead Supremacy always!! MASTERLIST
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*emerges from the other room covered in blood* you should see the word document
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Mom "don't you think you're watching too much of that show?? You really like crimes that much?"
Me "yes, it's definitely the crimes"
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hotch really went on a stand and called the defense attorney a broke manlet
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hey guys i have a tiktok tp share with u
“please🥺🥺🥺” I WILL EAT UR FACE KDJSNGSBBSUHGMMGMGMMDMWJKQKQ
#the literal love of my life#this killed me#“please”#blindish!spencer#spencer reid#dr spencer reid#criminal minds
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she was 17 bullying the entirety of london society
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“JJ was Reid’s best friend” “Morgan was Reid’s best friend”
I agree with both statements but also
Prentiss and Garcia with Reid
They loved him more than anything and there was never a time when their actions didn’t show that
#very true#and hotch also loved him dearly!#criminal minds#spencer reid#penelope garcia#emily prentiss#derek morgan#jj#aaron hotchner
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maybe the reason why men in books are so attractive is bc they’re usually written by women
#really.#aaron blackford#adam carlsen#levi ward#jack smith#joshua templeman#charlie lastra#many many others
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It can't be just me right that loves imagining herself in the place of the female protagonist in stories? Even if it's fiction, I love the feel of being 'loved' by the significant other character. It makes me so happy, content. Like, 'yes, baby you aren't real but at least in an alternate universe I was yours and you were mine, and in that world I got to love you and had the absolute honour to have my feelings reciprocated' way.
I love the idea of being in love. Life doesn't offer me that so fiction does. (Fictional boyfriends on the rise)
I just completed reading The Spanish Love Deception by Elena Armas and I already miss Aaron Blackford.
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I absolutely worship this video.
guys.
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I haven't watched that episode yet but all I could think of was him telling Gideon, in season 2, that they don't get paid enough to do this job, lol
that episode of criminal minds where the local police department is so convinced it’s a ghost that they exhume the grave of the killer and in true pretty little liars fashion the casket turns out to be empty and hotch has to convince them ghosts aren’t real
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The Vampire Diaries 5.15 Gone Girl
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Oh, friday night? Oh no sorry i'm busy
*spend the night on a random x reader tag*
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The two extremes of my ideal type: the dilf much older than my dad aaron hotchner, or the nerdy angel face boy spencer reid.
#this is me#except that hotch isn't other than my dad lol#aaron hotchner#spencer reid#criminal minds
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No bc what no one tells you is once you become obsessed with a person/character you then cannot imagine your own personal life without them in it in some way
I hate myself for it🫶🏼
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this is like the absolute cutest thing I've read!!! And, since I'm new to the fandom, I only discovered that MGG video after your fic and it was probably one of the best videos I've ever watched.
KISS STAINS • S. REID X READER
fluff; kissing; reader wears a red lipstick; gn reader; spencer is down horrendous; ~900 words
“Baby,” you call to where Spencer sits in the living room, working on a puzzle you bought him. “Can you come here for a sec?”
He hums an assent, just barely loud enough for you to hear and appears a minute later. “Hi, honey,” he whispers, leaning over and down to kiss you before straightening back up. “What’s up?”
You smile up at him and wave a lipstick tube. His brows furrow before raising in recognition as you pull the cap off.
“Can you put it on me and tell me what you think of the color on me?” You pout your lips at him and tilt your head expectantly.
He swallows and carefully grabs the lipstick, studying your features. “Yeah.” He breathes out the answer, lightly gripping your chin with his free hand to tilt your face up to him.
Spencer is slow and delicate as he spins up the lipstick and carefully lines your lips on the edges before filling the middle with smooth swipes.
“How do you know how to put a red lip on?” You ask, trying to keep from sounding too pouty, as he pulls back slightly and studies your features.
“Watched Elle and Emily do it for years,” he mumbles. “Especially when we were out at bars and stuff, how they reapplied. And I’ve looked up how to put on and remove every type of makeup for you in case you ever ask.” He adds the last part quietly and your smile overtakes your face.
Spencer nods. “You look gorgeous. It suits you.”
You beam and tug him down to sit next to you, laughing at the way he stumbles and blinks, bewildered.
He’s wearing a loosely-done white button-up, gorgeous and slightly too sheer for him to ever wear out.
“Good. It’ll look good on you, too.”
You can practically see the question marks around his head.
“You’re putting it on me?” He mumbles. “Why?”
“Not the traditional way…” you whisper before pressing a kiss on his cheek, leaving a wet kiss mark as the satin of the lipstick has yet to dry down.
He flinches at the sensation. “Feels weird.”
“But it looks so pretty. You look pretty, Spence. Let me? You can take it off right after I get a photo.”
His brow furrows, but his complaint hesitates on his tongue as you kiss the exposed skin of his chest and leave another mark. “Just don’t send it to anyone.”
“Of course,” you whisper, kissing his other cheek, right where his dimples are. “Just for me.”
Spencer’s face is burning under your lips as you leave more marks on him, his chest flushed red when you pull back to study your work.
You smile at him and he smiles back before gasping as you kiss right next to his mouth, and he melts into you, hands finally moving to hold you.
“Gimme a real one,” he whispers, eyes sparkling with boyish want as he voices the request. “Like you mean it.”
With a soft exhaled laugh, you oblige, tilting his chin up and studying the youthful excitement and your marks all over his face before slotting your lips to his. He lets out a sigh of relief, immediately finding a rhythm in tandem with yours.
He tastes like his sugary coffee and him, familiar and perfect enough to empty your head of any thoughts that aren’t about his kiss and taste.
Spencer tilts his head and presses deeper, surging up to press closer to you.
When you pull back for air, he whines and follows you, fingers twitching in frustration as he tries to keep you pinned to his body.
“The— the photo.” You remind him, dazed and with skin just as hot as his. “Then we can take it off and I’ll kiss you as much as you want. Real ones.”
Spencer nods and lets you pose him, cheeks burning on the peaks as you snap the picture. He flinches when you first put the cold make-up wipe to his cheek, the temperature too starkly different, but he melts into you as you gently sweep over and remove each stain — except the one on his lips.
“You missed a spot, honey,” he tells you, looking up curiously as he swipes his tongue over his lips. You shake your head, and his brows raise. “No?”
“It’ll get lipstick on it again anyways,” you murmur as you finally sink down onto him and kiss him again. His eager response makes you smile into it, threading your fingers into hair at the nape of his neck.
Spencer sighs and drops his forehead to your shoulder after a few minutes, letting you play with his hair as he steadies his breathing. “Did you know that a red lip—”
You frown. There were statistics about red lips?
“Is my favorite on you?”
Nevermind. You beam at him. “Really?”
“Really.” Spencer tells you, kissing your collarbone gently. “It drives me crazy.”
“Well, now you’ve given me too much power. I can wear it and have you do whatever I want…”
“I’d do anything you want anyways,” Spencer mumbles, almost defeatedly. “You don’t need the lipstick for me to find you breathtaking and lose all sense.”
You smile, tugging his hair so he looks up at you, lashes fluttering and eyes soft from where he rests. “All sense?”
Spencer swallows. “Yeah. I feel like I forget everything I know unless it’s related to you.”
not a want to do this and date him but a need
#matthew gray gubler#mgg#dr spencer reid#spencer reid#spencer reid x reader#fic recs#criminal minds#new obsession
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