#I know you

[awordsmith]

i know you 𝜗𝜚 s.r

۶ৎ in which you tease Spencer for reading a spicy book and get trapped in an elevator right after...karma?

katvalentine

who? spencer reid x bau!reader when? s9 genre: novella content warnings: a little freaky tension, none of my novella's are proofed! -> read with pleassure word count: 2k

Penelope was just a bit secretive with her life, which is why it caught Spencer off guard when she’d asked him to pick up a few books for her at the front. She was on sick leave and she’d forgotten she’d placed the delivery address to the office.

Spencer didn’t mind, it was just…weird. He didn’t mean to peak, but it was a book, a couple of books, he was curious. What drew Penelope’s interest? He knew she was into acting, and the things Penelope typically liked contrasted the other things she liked, so Spencer was just…just a bit nosey.

He’s set the three books down on his desk and kept one in his hand. It was a series. He wondered why she’d bought the entire series without reading the first one to make sure she’d like it. Maybe the synopsis was interesting and that’s what caught her attention, but there was still no guarantee that she’d like the writing style. Spencer had fallen into a few traps himself.

He’d have to scold her on that later. Spencer took a seat and opened to the first page. It was fantasy, okay, Spencer could dig a little fantasy. Eleven wars and magical realms. It was romance, but there was a war, Spencer was scanning the pages, and as the romance grew, it seemed so did his ability to read.

Spencer began flying through the pages, he would never have picked up such a book himself, but he also couldn’t be surprised. It was Penelope, of course, her tastes differed starkly from his own.

What surprised Spencer was how deeply he was eating up each word. He’d never been so intrigued before–and then, it happened. The characters were full-on going at it–he was more than halfway done when someone cleared their throat.

Spencer jumped, startled. It was late, he’d thought everyone had gone home already. He leaned back in his chair and craned his neck, chuckling slightly to mask the embarrassment he was feeling, “h-hello?”

“Hey, Spence,” you stepped forward, pushing yourself off the wall. You’d been in the break room–how had he missed you? He should have noted the light that was still glowing, though a few were, he should have picked it out.

“Oh, hey,” he shut the book, though kept a hand in between the pages. “What are you reading?” You stepped forward, eyeing Spencer cautiously.

“Nothing,” he shook his head and tried to subtly slide the book out of your view. You–of course caught it though and reached out to grab it.

“Hey–Spence!” You huffed when he snatched the book away and stood. You followed him and folded your arms, “what are you doing? Let me see it.” He mumbled some incoherent excuse, but you weren’t buying it, he could tell. “Come on,” you whined, “we always share books, why are you gatekeeping?”

He spun around suddenly, quickly holding the book out of your reach. You frowned and began tugging on his clothing, trying to get him to stay still so you could grab the book. It was a book for goodness sake, why was he so adamant about keeping it from you?

“Spencer!” You tackled him.

“Hey! Okay–okay–okay, I surrender.”

He settled you on the ground first, then slowly brought the book to a steady and held it out in front of you. “That’s what I thought,” you scoffed, turning away with your prize.

Spencer fiddled with his hands as he approached his desk, settling the other books in his arms. He grabbed his satchel and turned off his light.

“Spencer–Reid.” You called. He winced at the sound of your voice. It was exasperated, but he could hear the lilt in it. “You. Were. Not.” You came up beside him, Spencer refused to meet your gaze, he hoped you would spare him the embarrassment, but it was you–and like Penelope, he should know better.

“It’s Penelope’s,” he answered, praying you’d forget him.

“And you were reading it,” you did not. “I can’t believe this. Spencer, I didn’t know you had it in you–

“Had it in me?” He practically shrieked.

“Don’t be shy,” you cooed, a smug smirk mimicking the way you sounded, Spencer hated that smirk.

“It’s none of your business,” he grumbled, stepping into the elevator.

“It’s not?” You followed him, your bag slipped across your shoulder. Spencer typically didn’t mind your teasing, it wasn’t much more than any of the other team teased him, but for some reason, you were really getting under his skin. 

“Please stop,” he glanced at the book in your hand.

“Stop?” His eyes caught the movement of your lips, they were glossed over. He wondered if your lipgloss tasted like anything. He bit back a scream, he shouldn’t be thinking about that. It was that dang book, he shouldn’t have read it in the first place. He should have stayed curious, and why didn’t he?

Because he was an idiot.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You frowned, taking a step away, “Look I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to really offend you. I was just kidding.” And Spencer should have forgiven you, but he didn’t want to.

Spencer swallowed and huffed out, “whatever.”

“Spencer,” you frowned, tugging on his sleeve, “seriously, are you really mad at me?”

“Mad at you?” he scoffed, “no–” he shook his head, feeling tears pool in his eyes, he didn’t know why he was being so emotional. He didn’t know why he was getting so worked up. “No, it’s fine, —. I’m just tired.”

“Are you sure?” You were genuinely concerned, you loved Spencer, maybe more than a coworker should, and you loved teasing him. You were sure the others noticed by now, though they’d been smart and kept it to themselves. Spencer’s the only one you were sure hadn’t noticed your constant targeting of him was because you had a minor crush on him.

You knew it was unprofessional, but you also knew no one on the team would judge you. “Yes,” he waved a hand, “yes, yes I’m fine.”

You wanted to reach out and hold him, but you knew that was weird, considering everything. You didn’t know how to flirt and even if you could, you were both coworkers before you were friends–agents before you were people. You had a job to do and it always seemed to get in the way of your personal agenda.

You relented and pulled away, leaning back against the elevator walls, and a few seconds later you were screaming, “What the hell?” as the elevator shook and launched you forward.

Spencer didn’t know why or when, but sometime between you turning away from him and the elevator shaking him into the next dimension, you’d grabbed onto him. He didn’t mind it, he never really minded you touching him. He was always too focused on a better comeback because right before you touched him–typically a kick under the table, or if you were sitting next to him, a shoulder push or small smack to his back–you would have normally said something offhanded, meant to get under his skin.

He always felt a need to best you, to prove he could keep up–sometimes he did–other times he’d get stumped, or overwhelmed by your presence. You never seemed to care that you were always so close to him, he wondered why that was. He didn’t mind it though, he found he’d insert himself in places that were typically closer to you. He’d always brushed it off, but with how close you were to him–with how hard you were breathing. Spencer gripped the back of your shirt and yanked you against him as the elevator shook again.

You both fell to the floor as the lights flashed in and out until eventually, they stayed out. Spencer didn’t know where his satchel had gone, it left him as he’d tried to grab on to you to brace your fall. He heaved a breath, then swallowed, “are you okay?” He must have not known he was breathing on your neck, for if he had known, he surely would have given you more space than what had been initially granted. Though you knew this, you froze.

You nodded, but of course, he couldn’t see you, so you forced out words, though wobbly, “Yeah.”

Spencer tensed up, now, you thought, he must know how close we are. He didn’t pull away like you thought he would, but he didn’t say anything about it. “I think one of the cords snapped,” Spencer ran his free hand down his face, the other one was currently stuck under your butt. He didn’t mean to, it was a reflex, you squeaked and tensed, leaning forward when you felt it.

“I–I am so sorry!” Spencer’s face fell, it was a mix of mortification and horror.

He snatchded his hand back and your relaxed against the wall a bit.

“We should call Hotch…or someone.”

You agreed, but stayed quiet.

“Look, I rally am sorry,” Spencer huffed, “if–if there’s anything I can do to make it up to you, just…” he sighed again. This is not how tonight was suppose to go. By now he should have left Penelope’s house, maybe stopped by the convenient store near his house to pick up a few snacks and binge watch the Notebook or some other sappy romance Penelope had recommended. Apparently, he taste wasn’t as bad as he’d thought…

Spencer shook his head and tried to stand, but as the elevator swung back and forth, his heart dropped. You snatched his arm and yanked him back down, “gently,” you coerced. You bit your lip and tried to look around, though it was pitch black, “we shouldn’t move. Do you have your phone on you?”

“Yes, but,” Spencer sighed, “it’s in my bag,” and hsi bag was curren’ty nowhere near him.

You huffed, “alright, my phone is in my back pocket…” Spencer raised a brow at your pause, “...well,” your tried not to roll your eyes at th eobvious awkwardness that would ensue, “I can’t reach it without moving too much.”

Spencer nodded, “alright,” he didn’t want his heightened emotions to get the better of him. The two of you were in a bad horrid situation, he didn’t need to make worse by acting like a teenager with a crush. “Can you…” he began.

“Oh for goodness sake,” you wanted to roll your eyes. “Spencer, just feel for it.”

“Right,” he gulped, come on spencer, this is normal. You do htis all the time. Oh, yeah? Like when? Okay, Negative Spencer this is not the time.

“Spencer just grab the damned phone!–

“–I am!”

“–Really? Cuz’ it seems like you’re having trouble.”

“Oh don’t start with me,” he scoffed.

“And what’s that suppose to mean?” You narrowed your eyes, useless in the dark, but it was habit.

“You know exactly what it means, with your pouty lipgloss and your–smug smirk.” Spencer was getting uncomfortable now, but on the bright side, he’d gotten the phone. He turned it on with both hands, about to ask for the password when you shouted no and trie dot reach for it.

Spencer paused, starting at the screen. You were stock still, face the image of horror. Spencer was quiet for a long time, or at least it seemed that way. You shuddered when he flipped the screen to you and you saw–in all your creepy shame–your phone screen, “what’s the password?”

He seemed intent on ignoring the the photo. You kept your head down as your mumbled the four digits to unlock the phone. He took a few moments, starting at the background on your homepage, still not saying a word.

After the phone call with Hotch, Spencer set your phone in your lap. The silence was deafening.

“You want to talk abou–”

“Nope.”

Spencer clapped his hands, then frowned and leaned toward you, his face scrunching up, “I really think we should talk about–”

“Do you hate me?” You scoffed.

Spencer pressed his lips together, “well,” he shrugged, thinking about the photo on your lock screen, “you know for someone making fun of–”

“Alright, Spencer,” you shuddered, “you don’t have to say it.”

“...”

“Right but just what kind of books do you read? And also, where did you get that photo? Is it…is it of you and–”

“GOD–NO–” you groaned, “Spencer, jeez–no! It’s a photo I found on the internet. It’s the non-subtle cover of a book.”

“So the books you’re normally reading–those are just.. What? Safe covers?”

“Spencer!” You shrieked, “it’s not that big of a deal.”

“Yeah,” he sighed, “you’re right.”

“Thank you, now can you be quiet? I’m trying to think.”

“Of the book?–”

“SPENCER–”

[rivvyve]

Yes, they used Black Parade for the trailer. Yes, I know literally everyone on this site should have seen it for that reason alone. Yes. Dead Boy Detectives is worth the watch.

[schrodingers-lesbians]

Are there no fics in which Sanji crushes something between his glorious thighs and Zoro wishes it was his fuckin head with concerning amounts of desperation?? Like none at all??

Or Sanji choking some poor soul out again with the aforementioned thighs and Zoro is once again concerned for his sanity with the way he is jealous of the poor lucky bastard

[fearholic]

by Cig © fearholic

[dailydamijon]

Day eight of daily damijon

Adventures of Superman (2023) Issue #4

i know you

[devine-fem]

The stuff that Jon says to Damian makes me feel like if someone said the same thing to me I’d very quickly and very dramatically fall in love with them instantly. Jonathan Kent, you as a bisexual man cannot be doing that.

[barbie-girlll]

დ .•*””*• 2006 𝑆𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝐶ℎ𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑚𝑎𝑠 𝐶𝑎𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑔•*””*•.დ

[ezra-editss]

"Please" "I'm not going anywhere"

They're just so endlessly beautiful..

[dxrlinggxd]

i know you, i walked with you once upon a dream

i know you, that look in your eyes is so familiar a gleam

rhaenyra targaryen & alicent hightower, house of the dragon / once upon a dream, lana del rey

[twstyuna]

Im guessing the #i know you is the female yuu fic you did and i just want to say, that it is so good and the fact its all from headcannon, which is so cool??

Did you thought of all of that?? 👀 And your writing display the horror and confusion so well, so detailed but still has the kind mystery on what’s happening. I really wish you continue the fic to the other dorms, especially savanaclaw and scarabia, seeing as all the members had lived in harsher environment, more or less. I wonder how you will integrated lil lost yuu in their in story ^^. And oh! i also enjoy the golem!yuu fic, it’s very well done, im curious of what the other dorm members think of him. I wonder what would happen to yuu when riddle’s overblot occurs, oh dear.

In any way, i hope you take care of yourself author ^^ thank you for your writing, and have a good day!

Hi! Yeah I know you's the series where Yuu and a twst boy have a meeting as kids before the Prologue because world glitch shenanigans!

It's not totally from my head. I like picking fun facts for a direction.

Ace | Once upon an endless toy store

Ever since Ace's PE Uniform vignette stated that he has spatial awareness that's sort of been my favorite random fact about him haha. (So he makes a semi-decent map in Blood and Bone and knows how to exit the Ignihyde dorm + the cardinal directions during the carpet incident in Scarabia during In a ribcage). It's just a fun kind of contrast to the whole being lost thing in Alice in Wonderland. The profile says his hobby is card games and his talent is sleight of hand, and his suitor suit vignette mentions that he had a girlfriend.

Since he's got spatial awareness, it seemed right for him to be getting lost in some liminal place to freak him out, and for that place to be a giant toy store where you might find magic stuff and where kids could get separated from parents. It would be wrong for him to get lost. A flower that pops up is a pretty standard magic trick, so why not let him know that early on? (Also AiW and Heartslabyul and I love Ib so it seemed right for a trick rose to be the memento). It also lets me do a fun nod to the girlfriend thing.

I like the idea that the meetings could leave an impact, even as the memories get overwritten/forgotten. So when Ace saw a crying girl, he gave a trick rose like he did for a different girl long ago because he thought it might work, and like in canon that relationship didn't work out, but it happened.

Deuce | Once upon the wrong rooftop

Deuce's backstory as a delinquent was mentioned early on in the Main Story. I wanted to set his meeting sometimes during that period. For variety I didn't want all the meetings to be Yuu in Twisted Wonderland, so I had Deuce stumble into Yuu's world.

Admittedly, there isn't much I'm pulling from Deuce's canon info beyond his past as a delinquent and how struggles at academics. The Yuu there is a just a good, prepared student to contrast him. There's no particular reason why I chose an umbrella as the memento. The habit he gets of using that broken umbrella under the rain isn't canon.

As I mentioned in the Heartslabyul notes though, there's a bunch of vaguely shoujo superstition/natural stuff here. Stumbling on stairs and sunshowers. The idea of a school mystery/haunting. I guess if you squint this trope played a part too haha.

Trey | Once upon very good, very bad advice

We know how his friendship with Riddle went. I wanted the focus to be on Trey, so I had Che'nya be out of the way with the implication that the kitty was bummed so his grandfather took him on a trip. Which leaves Trey alone without a second person to also experience meeting Yuu and remind him that it wasn't a hallucination.

Trey canoncially likes candied violets and while he already likes them before meeting Yuu , he also mentions in the vignette that as a kid, he kept trying to eat random flowers and weeds for a period (according to his parents. He himself says he doesn't remember it) so I thought it would be fun if the reason he did that was because of the meeting.

Once again, Alice in Wonderland and lostness. Deuce went to Yuu's world so back to Yuu visiting Twisted Wonderland. Here, Yuu gets lost in and they visit flower garden to make the most of the flower thing and have the funny incident of Trey eating the flower because guilt and projection about Riddle. Also the obscure reference to mome raths.

My headcanons about that part of Rose Country are mostly AiW references (tea and glassbirds and singing flowers). I think broom-faced hounds were mentioned somehwere in a voiceline though so that part's canon.

Cater | Once upon a starlit skatepark

The fact that his story is a touch darker despite the cute imagery the title gives was actually inintentional but rather fitting considering what Cater's like. His talent's skateboarding and he mentions how his mom and sisters would make sweets when he was young is his birthday boy vignette, so that's why they do so in this story. Cater reveals in his Halloween story that his dad would move a lot due to work and take the family with him, and it's easy to extrapolate from there that Cater's kind of shallow relationship-wise because of all the moving. Astrology's his best subject.

So. Setting as a skatepark and what is the point of a magical world if you can't do stuff like let the skatepark rearrange itself? That also helps mask the idea that Cater accidentally went into a skatepark in Yuu's world. My own parents warn me a lot about not getting lost when travelling so that's why the kidnapping conern pops up and why his parents put trackers on his phone and his sisters' phones. I don't know how Astrology works in Twisted Wonderland but i think he had a genuine interest in it and didn't look up celestial bodies and weather purely to hide that he was searching about missing kids online for a reason he couldn't remember.

Riddle | Once upon odd oneirisms

It didn't seem out of place for of the boys had to get a dream as the medium of meetings, since Alice in Wonderland themes, and dreaming's a route that avoids the repetitive pattern of just switching who goes where.

Riddle's story breaks a bunch of other patterns since I wanted variety. Actual dialogue. Multiple meetings. Riddle actually remembering more for a while, before he forgets again.

Besides the caucus race, the dreams' settings aren't really referencing anything. They just make for interesting setpieces. Riddle's are about studying and his friends. The only dream that's really Yuu's is the one where everything's on fire.

Anyway we all agree that Mother Rosehearts was not the best mother so it wasn't too far a stretch for her to be underfeeding riddle as he grew up and to correct it only when she saw she had to. I think some part of her would be pleased actually, about Riddle not growing that much.

So overall in that fic series, I have some headcanons and some things based off canon that I stretched a bit more. I think whatever mystery there is a foregone conclusion: one way or another Yuu and the boy are separated, and memories right themselves. It's fun to see how the memory breaks down though. Names, and appearances, and eventually, you'll forget there was anyone ever there to begin with. (Fun fact since Riddle's meetings happened dreams, the world didn't have much to correct memory-wise. His Yuu actually remembers Riddle and all their meetings fairly well because she's a lucid dreamer. Riddle forgets because well. Dreams are easy to forget.)

Thanks for the ask! I actually have the methods and meetings for the Savanaclaw and Octavinelle boys down already, my attention's just split a million ways haha.

If you mean the non-main Heartslabyul boys, if everyone behaves I think they'd find golem!Yuu to be an alright if somewhat-unsettling figure. I think some might be able to tell that Riddle's kind of soft on them because Riddle's under the impression that Yuu's sick and vulnerable.

Thank you for the nice message! Have a nice day!

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