Her Majesty has been given fresh new moss in her baby hide. Sometimes she likes her large wet hide, but often she chooses the small hide. Perhaps she finds it extra cozy. She is very pleased.
No bc I just watched the episode where the BAU gets split up and Spencer refuses to go on the case so he goes round Emily’s and is all like ‘why are you trying to get me out of your apartment?’ And then finds her stuff packed and ready to go and says ‘it’s been 2 days and you’re leaving me?’ (Side note, SOBBED)
But what about you and Spencer had a friends with benefits thing that he ended bc he didn’t want to get too attached and when he comes round, he finds your stuff packed and is like ‘out of all the people to leave me, I didn’t think you’d be one of them’
request: Matthew x reader (female, 6yrs younger, actress). They met on set, getting along well on and off camera. Matthew usually very private, shares some cute pics with reader on instagram. Whilst on a press tour for the movie, late show host colbert asks Matthew about all those cute pictures with reader. "… one might think you are smitten with reader... " He blushes a little, smirks "…yeah.. I am". Crowd goes wild, Colbert is happy, reader sits in green room watching it. Sends a text to Matthew "you are the cutest! 😘" Matthew feels his phone vibrate, apologises and checks text. He is licking his lips and smiles into the camera. colbert is intrigued, Matthew shows him the text, colbert reads it and nods his head to the camera. They talk a little more about the movie, they show a teaser for it. Gifset (this gifset) is seen. Matthew "I never got to smooch with her, just wasn't in the script..." Matthew enters the green room. Reader sits on sofa scrolling on phone. Reader looks up smiling, gets up, hugs him kisses his cheek. Than like the Gifset, no words spoken just intense looks between lips and eyes, slightly heavier breathing. They slooolwy move towards each other, and than just a cute little innocent kiss. (by @pumpkinfriend)
warnings: literally like none, it’s just really sweet
word count: 810
”… One might even think you’re smitten with her,”
The two had been working with each other for almost a year. They were almost forced to like each other when they played two best friends in a new blockbuster movie. Matthew, who’d been in the industry for what, to Y/n, seemed like forever, had helped her navigate through fame and interviews, tonight being no exception.
It wasn’t often they got to do separate interviews like this, and as Colbert awaited his answer, Matthew couldn’t help but think of her waiting for him in the dressing room. The fact that no one else but him knew how she had been the one to pick out his suit for tonight caused a sense of confidence to cloud his brain.
“Well,” Matthew began, a small chuckle as he spoke. He was usually such a private person, only sharing a few posts with Y/n every now and then. So it was safe to say, Matthew was just as shocked as the rest when he opened his mouth to speak again, “Yeah, I, uh, I guess you could say I am,”
The crowd, consisting of an odd mixture of teenage girls and middle-aged women, cheered as Matthew burst out in laughter. Yet Colbert, somehow, seemed to be the happiest one of them all. It wasn’t every day that something like this was admitted on a late-night show. “Matthew!” Colbert cheered, “There is no one quite like you,”
"I aspire to be the only one like me,” Matthew chuckled, a wide smile on his lips. Just as he was about to make an effort to change the subject, his phone vibrated in his pocket. “Sorry,” he apologised, checking his phone quickly before placing it back in his pocket.
No matter how hard he’d tried, he just wasn’t able to contain the wide grin on his lips. He chuckled a little, licking his lips before taking a quick glance into the camera, “Oh no, you’re gonna have to show me that,” Colbert pushed.
Matthew found his hand making it's way back inside his pocket, grabbing his phone and pulling it out of his pocket. “Matt, stop, you’re the cutest,” Colbert read, a knowing nod to the camera as the crowd cheered once more.
Somehow, Colbert was forced to move on from the golden moment. But Matthew couldn’t seem to focus on the questions surrounding the movie, knowing Y/n was watching him as he spoke. It made him feel the best kind of nervous.
A small movie teaser was played on the screen, most likely hand-picked by the producers during these past few minutes. The teaser showed Matthew and Y/n, her arms draped around his neck, the two sharing a few jokes as they slowly inch closer. Matthews mind travelled back to the day they shot that scene. The way he’d been so nervous to be so close to her, but how right it had felt in the moment. “There was no kiss!” Matthew announced, much to the crowd's disappointment.
“Not even a smooch?” Colbert tried, probably listening to the producers telling him to find out more, most likely screaming at him through his earpiece.
“Sorry, uh, no. I never got to smooch with her, just wasn't in the script,” Matthew explained, laughing a little.
Colbert announced the end of the show, thanking Matthew before they both exited the stage. It was safe to say that Matthew hurried to the dressing room, hoping that Y/n would still be there.
As the door was thrown open, Matthew was happy to see he’d been right. There she was, sitting perfectly on the dark blue couch, the TV turned off in front of her as she smiled at him. There was something different in her eyes, something Matthew had only seen a couple of times.
Y/n giggled a little as she stood up, cheekily making her way towards him as he closed the door behind him. She didn’t stop until she was standing close, similar to the way they’d done in the movie. "So you like-”
His words got caught in his throat as she pressed a small kiss to his cheek, standing on the tips of her toes. He looked down at her for a second, maybe longer, he wasn’t quite sure. There was just something about her that made the time standstill.
Neither of them said anything as they stood there, a small smile on Y/n’s face as she stood in front of him, waiting for his next move. She wasn’t particularly surprised when he pressed a kiss to her lips, his hands gripping her waist.
The kiss was short, a sort of innocence surrounding it all. It didn’t matter that Matthew’s thoughts were everything but innocent, because Y/n was no different. “I guess I did get to kiss you after all,” He chuckled.
24. November 2021 :: Christmas came early. Or: the pleasure of being an adult - buy stuff whenever you want. As you can see, the tablet I ordered arrived today! Hooray to that! It also comes just in time because I started working on an assignment due T-2 days. Once again it is one of those printed-copied-scanned PDFs with at least one skewed page. It's a delight to not having to print it and still make handy annotations.
I started off by uninstalling apps and deleting everything from the home screen. The background is my own. I took this photo when I was in Sydney back in 2018.
Summary: So im a little selfish and i was having a rough day when i wrote this. SO basically im an anxious person so i wanted to write something that made me feel better, and now you can read it.
Word Count: 1.2k
Warnings: Panic attacks and sadness. idk.
Pairing: fem!Reader insert x Spencer Reid
All writing is my own, so please don’t steal this. Also, I would appreciate any feedback/comments/requests! xx
*GIF IS NOT MINE SO CREDIT GOES TO THE OWNER*
As I let out a breath, and wrap the blankets around myself, the panic subsides in my chest and the tears slowly stop falling. Hands begin to steady and breathing returns to normal. I attempt to squeeze every last bit of the anxiety. The sniffle that accompanies that feeling. Hands pressed to eyes. Desperation to feel okay again, the pure exhaustion. Slowly I sit up, but only once I’m completely ready. And I look around the room. It’s messy, probably from the whirlwind of a week it’s been, amongst the chaos my eyes stop on a framed photograph.
Spencer Reid.
The photo shows one of the best days of my entire life so far. It’s of us, cheeks pressed together and huge grins on both of our faces. The sunset displayed behind, shining in a beautiful pink, purple and blue gradient. Our first date. It didn’t really feel like one though, something that can probably be contributed to knowing each other for years and years.
We were 15, when we first met, all the way back in California, he was in college, and I was a freshman in high school. Next door neighbours and each other's safe space. Spencer had gotten into the FBI and I was so incredibly proud of him. We both moved to Virginia and I was attending college at the University of Virginia, and we were friends. Our first date was at 26. But one day, we were at a drive-in movie theater watching some shitty movie that I wasn't actually paying attention to when I just made the move and kissed him, and that was what we would later determine was our first date.
We had snapped that photo just after we got there and were waiting for the sun to go down. Spencer made fun of me for taking it but I had this weird gut feeling that the moment was one we would want to remember.
That photo has been in that frame since it was printed. Spencer has grown to hate it, but It is an important one to me.
My phone rings, breaking me out of my thoughts, tears dried on my cheeks and anxiety subsided. I raise it to my eyeline, eyes straining to see the bright screen in the dark room. A text from Spencer.
Spencer: I’ll be home soon, Y/n. I miss you. X
A sign escapes my lips and tension physically releases from my shoulders and I allow the blanket to go with it.
Me: Do you want me to have a coffee ready?
Spencer: Why are you up?
Spencer: Yes please.
I let out a soft laugh, standing from the bed and turning on the coffee machine. My phone buzzes once more.
Spencer: I’m coming up now.
I sink my phone into my pocket and prepare a cup of coffee. I flick my eyes to the clock and see that it is just after 5 am. I run my hands over my face, and grip the back of my neck. Tears gather in my eyes once again, residual sadness from the earlier panic attack. The sound of the door unlocking breaks me from the trance I had found myself in. I curl my arms around my stomach and turn to face the opening door. Spencer throws his suitcase to the left, just inside the door and beams up at me.
“Hi,” he says bobbing down to the ground to untie his laces, slipping his shoes off, “Why are you up?”
It’s then that he properly looks at me, our eyes lock and it’s like he can see right through me. His eyes scan me looking for any physical causes for the pain that he sees in my eyes. He takes a cautious step towards me, and extends his hand towards me and I quickly link my fingers with his.
“What’s wrong, Y/n,?” He asks, taking the coffee from the bench and brings it to his lips, running his thumb over our joined hands.
“It’s been a rough night,” I whisper, afraid to speak at a normal volume.
“What do you need?” He whispers back, matching my volume level. I shake my head and move closer to him, and Spencer's arms wrap around me instinctively. My face buried into his chest and I took a deep breath in, taking in his scent. Cinnamon and Mahogany. A smell that has begun to smell like home. His hands cradle me, so gently that tears spring to my eyes. I feel his lips connect with the crown of my head.
“Studies have shown that hugs cause the body to produce oxytocin, which can help to calm the nervous system and reinforce relaxation. Oxytocin also reduces blood pressure and heart stress. Hugging leads to lower blood pressure and a reduced heart rate,” Spencer breathes, causing me to giggle a little bit.
I lift my eyes to meet him, “Thank you.”
He hums in response, confusion evident on his face.
“For understanding me.”
“It’s literally in my job description to understand people,” He says, eyes crinkling as he smiles at his own joke. I roll my eyes at him and press my lips to his quickly.
“How was work?” I ask.
He shakes his head, slipping his Caltech hoodie that was on the bench over his head. “It was as good as it can be, we got the bad guy.”
His eyes narrow at me and he lifts the hoodie up to his nose and my cheeks flush red. “You’ve been wearing this haven’t you?”
I shrug in response, “Your clothes are fair game if you’re not here.”
“Smells like you,” Spencer laughs.
I take a step towards our bedroom and sit on our bed, Spencer following soon behind.
“Want to talk about it?” he asks softly, running a hand down my back and sitting by my feet.
“I don’t really know why I got so anxious, work was long and hard this week and I’ve been feeling really out of my depth and out of control.” I take a deep breath, “I’m probably over tired and due for my period.”
“Do you want to go to sleep?”
“Not really,” I say shifting so that I’m leant against him, “Did you sleep on the plane?”
He nods his head, shifting to hold me in his arms. “I missed you.”
“I missed you, too.” I rake my fingers down his arms.
