Ket

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See, that’s what the app is perfect for.

Sounds perfect Wahhhh, I don’t wanna

To the anon who sent these asks

I hope you know that sometimes I think about them out of the blue and whenever I do it always makes my day and makes me look forward to the days ahead cause knowing there are such kind people out there makes me so happy 💕

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a bit of a sappy moment but i am full of it and need to let it out a bit sometimes lol no but seriously never let anyone dim your light people like you are so needed <3 ket's thoughts
reidrum
reidrum

build a bear date with spencer where you go make animals for each other (he's the green frog yours is an axolotl) down to the outfits and accessories and you both opt for the option to record a message for inside the bear and spencer records the story of his favorite constellation (the one seen above you on the day you were born) and you record the story his mother used to read to him all the time growing up and when you’re apart because he’s on cases you cuddle up with the frog on his bed and its doused in his cologne but little do you know he's doing the same thing with his little axolotl doused in your perfume in some random hotel halfway across the country. bonus when you're both home and you're cleaning the house the bed gets made and the two stuffies sit next to each other on the made bed and spencer makes sure they're holding hands

mandarinmoons

“Makes sure they’re holding hands” oh this is- 💔

it's like i haven't cried enough
gghostwriter
gghostwriter

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Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Summary: After a traumatic event, Spencer coaxes you back to the land of the living, right by his side.
Trope: Comfort
w.c: 1.6k
a/n: not proofread. No use of Y/N, instead Spencer calls reader as ‘angel’. Recently been watching ‘The Pitt’ so you can definitely see where this was inspired from. Comments and reblogs are highly appreciated! 💗
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Spencer knew right away that something was terribly wrong.

Keys rattling as they settle on the hook by the apartment entrance, the only sound that greeted him was running water from the ajar bathroom door. Its’ fluorescent light streamed across the living room, leaving a streak of path for him to follow.

“Angel, I’m home,” he called out worriedly, aligning his outside shoes by your scuffed and bloodied sneakers. 

Silence.

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