#L Alvarez

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HOW L ALVAREZ'S MYSTERIOUS PERSONA CAME TO BE

L Alvarez, the Lumina-nominated star, made a jawbreaking entrance into the acting world during the tail end of their teens, swiftly establishing themselves as a formidable talent. Time and time again, they've faced down challenges with resilience and prowess, conquering every cinematic hurdle—except, it seems, when the heart took centre stage.

Yes, dear readers, Alvarez found themselves caught in the spotlight of a very public heartbreak. Picture this: once the glittering half of Hollywood's most iconic duo, alongside actor-girlfriend and former co-star, Jolie Fontaine. For three riveting years, #Lulie/#Loulie held the public in clutches, a love story spun from the threads of stardom. But, as the saying goes, not every gleam is gold.

The gritty details of the explosive breakup? A mystery, with whispers from close sources blaming infidelity. Jolie's swift dive into post-breakup flings and L Alvarez's sudden plunge into the neon-soaked abyss of nightlife only fuelled the flames of speculation.

After the breakup, L Alvarez rose to become the undisputed star of Hollywood's singles scene. But hold your applause—they didn't exactly embrace the bachelor/bachelorette title. To this day, Jolie Fontaine remains the sole chapter in their romantic saga.

And what about the aftermath of the separation? Alvarez underwent a transformation. They became less talkative, and more withdrawn—not the same lively presence we once knew, even at award shows and on sets where they used to shine, as noted by ex-cast members.

Despite the chaos, they've been serving up A-list performances like there's no tomorrow, and mark our words, they're not stopping anytime soon!

Whew, that's the scoop for now. No need to worry though, as the seasons change, we'll be right here, ready to keep you in the loop with all the latest gossip with PinkCelebTea.

Stay glamorous, and until our next update. XOXO.

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COMING UP: Take a wild ride down memory lane with us as we dish out the Top 10 most jaw-dropping #Lulie/Loulie shots that had everyone talking!

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9. "Don't listen to me - listen to them"

Fandom - Infamous IF (fanfic) Content warnings - strong language

Luna’s head spins as she leaves the stage and stumbles back into the backstage break room. The sounds of her bandmates’ chatter fade into the background as she falls deeper into a sea of her own thoughts.

I could have been better.

It hadn’t been a pleasant week; all the little mistakes, all the imperfections in the performance, she can pick them out like blots of black ink against white paper. All the things she could have gotten right the first time, all the ways she knew she could be better, they pile higher and higher until they’re all she can see. Why is it that the gap between what she knows she’s capable of and what she actually does feel so large? Why does it feel like she can never cross over it?

Maybe she’s the problem after all. Maybe this really is as high as she can climb, as far as what little talent she must have can take her.

She mutters an excuse and leaves the room, standing in the dark halls behind the venue. People bustle about as they prepare for the next performance, and Luna absentmindedly dodges around them as she wanders. She just doesn’t want to be here, doesn’t want to look or talk with anyone. She’s just so over it.

Mired so deeply in her own head, she’s not paying attention when she wheels a corner and collides face first into someone.

“Whoa!” they exhale, and she feels their hands grasp her shoulders to steady her as she recoils from the collision.

“Shit, sorry about that,” she hisses. When she looks up, Luna’s eyes widen. “Lilith?”

Velvet Novocaine’s main vocalist grins down at her. “Hey, fancy seeing you here.” But something about Luna’s expression causes the smile to melt away. “Everything okay?”

“I’m fine.”

Lilith raises an eyebrow. “Sure you are. Since you’re so fine, and your performance is over, why don’t I keep you some company for a while? I’m bored out of my mind right now.”

“Uh, I don’t know if I’m good company right now…”

“Oh, I’m sure you’re fine. Come on, then.”

Unable to refuse, Lilith pulls Luna off to some secluded corner to sit, mercifully away from all the noise that is the main event. She can’t decide if she likes the quiet or not; without all the commotion it just leaves her with less to distract her from her own thoughts.

Thankfully, her companion seems to be picking up the slack. Lilith plops into a seat next to her, nudging her with an elbow. “Managed to catch you live. Gotta be honest, makes me really glad we weren’t competing against each other last season. I think I’d be scared shitless the whole time.”

Luna makes a face. “God… No, I think you would have been fine, honestly.”

That’s enough to give the other woman pause, and a spark of recognition flashes across her eyes. “Hey… You know you did really well up there.”

“God,” she groans in response, running a hand over her face. “Lilith, we’re both professionals. You don’t have to sugarcoat it or be nice. That whole thing was just god awful shit. Must have missed a dozen beats, my rhythm was all off, it was just… shit! Just fucking bad!”

She springs up from her seat to pace, getting more and more agitated with each passing second. “I don’t know, Lilith, everyone keeps being nice and saying all this stuff to me, but they have to be lying. I mean, come on. Anyone with eyes can see how I just whiffed it.” Her hands run through her hair again and again. “I keep telling myself I can get better and how I keep working but… Fuck! I just don’t see it!”

Lilith listens quietly as she rants. When she finishes, the former gently beckons, bringing her back to her seat. “Hey, hey. Yeah, I hear you. It gets rough sometimes when you think you got everything wrong. Worst part is that never really goes away. Even I still have my bad days, you know?”

“That’s the thing though. What if it’s not just a day? Maybe I really am just like this, forever.”

This earns her a laugh, much to her confusion. Lilith’s eyes twinkle as she reaches for something in her pocket. “Luna, when was the last time you ate something?”

Minutes later she has a snack in hand, sheepish but feeling significantly better as she munches away.

“Okay, so maybe I was being a bit overdramatic,” she confesses, which makes her companion laugh again.

“We’re artists, darling, we’re nothing but overdramatic!” She pats her shoulder. “Feeling better though, I hope?”

Luna finishes off the remainder of her snack, crumpling the wrapper. “Yeah, thanks.” She pauses, before continuing, hesitant, “It does still feel like I’m always missing something, though.”

“That just means you’re serious about your work,” Lilith replies. “The curse of being an artist, you know? We’re almost never truly satisfied with almost anything we make. I hear you, Luna, I do. But I hope you remember that you’re definitely not alone when you feel like this. All of us go through it, even us vets.”

Luna chuckles, poking her side. “You only won last year! Don’t make yourself sound so old.”

“Now, now, I am your senior after all. You’d do well to listen.” Lilith playfully wags a finger. “Ah well, if that’s not enough to convince you, then don’t listen to me. Listen to them.”

She gestures at a nearby TV hanging from a corner of the room that broadcasts a live feed from the stage. The show is still on intermission, so the cameras are currently panned over the crowd. They’re as wild and energetic as they’ve always been, screaming and raving in spite of the current lull in the performances.

“Let’s go, Zeroth Magnitude!” someone cries.

“Lupin! Lupin Grey, I love you!”

Love and adoration for her and her band are easily heard in spite of the overall cacophony of the show. Much of her doubt slowly ebbs away like clouds parting after the rain, replaced by a cautious sense of peace. When she looks at Lilith again, the latter lightly flicks her forehead.

“Sometimes you just have to get out of your own head for a while, yeah?”

Luna exhales, closing her eyes as she reclines against the wall behind her. “Yeah. Yeah, I’ll try and remember that. Thanks.”

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USC Trojans as pictured I found on Pinterest:

[luegootravez]

Gema Álvarez by © Soravit L.

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If I watched Natsu cry over the fact Acnologia killed his dad I would personally rip Acnologias throat out with my own scrawny little hands

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𝚆𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚌𝚛𝚢 😭

𝗜𝗙 𝗬𝝝𝗨 𝗖𝝝𝗨𝗟𝗗 𝗙𝗨𝗖𝗞 𝗠𝗨𝗦𝗜𝗖

𝗜 𝝠𝗠 𝝠 𝗗𝝠𝗡𝗖𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗦𝝠𝗡𝗗𝗪𝗜𝗖𝗛 🎧💃🏽🕺🏼🪩🚀💥

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𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝙾𝚠𝚗 𝙿𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚋𝚢 𝙰𝚕𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝙷𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚜, 𝚅𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚊 𝙰𝚕𝚟𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚣 🎧 🎹

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GET YO DIRTY HANDS OF MY GIRL

[lesbians-for-chuuya]

And it's almost always a man too like bruh I'm too gay for this

once you start checking for content of The Character on more than one social media it's basically over

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PASCUA MILITAR 2025. NADA QUE CELEBRAR General de División (R.) Rafael Dávila Álvarez

Pascua Militar: conmemoración de la expulsión de los británicos de Menorca Las circunstancias no son muy favorables para celebrar una Pascua Militar con la alegría que le corresponde a la festividad que goza de mayor tradición en nuestros ejércitos. Es el día en el que los soldados están más cerca de su Rey, el día que al Rey le corresponde dirigirse a ellos como mando Supremo de los Ejércitos…

[surv1vrarch]

adding back my portrayal of lydia martin (latina & la llorona lore) and two of my t100 ocs.

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Has L. Alvarez seen any MC performances?

let's just say they tend to do their homework on ppl they act alongside with...👀

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everything that could have gone wrong, it somehow did after they left. not big on supernatural events and stuff like that, but perhaps being under some sort of curse didn't sound so far fetched earlier. except there is a part of him that wouldn't change any of it now. because there are moments where they aren't biting each others heads off, where they aren't in an argument or bicker with each other : that makes him enjoy it more than he ever thougth he would. seagulls in the background, the waves of the sea hitting the beach & there is shatter from the people around : and it's a nice place. not sure what he expected exactly. been annoyed and frustrated once they got here a few days ago, now however, it's a place he wouldn't mind visiting again. with her. a thought he couldn't shake. might have to at one point. knees on the blanket she is laying on, taken the sunblock in his hands and slowly start to massage it into her back, perhaps using a little more time than strictly necessary.

@fablelike : sun, ben rubs sunblock onto summer’s back

[luegootravez]

Gema Álvarez by © Soravit L.

[slantosdoom]

got termed twice, took a break, we’re back at it again!!!

S L A N ‘ S I N T R O D U C T I O N

⤷ i used to be vodka4reb and reb4vodka

about me: pretty confident and outgoing, i’m very social and need to be around people 24/7. insanely versatile; i love different aesthetics and music, i can’t confine myself to just one thing so i need to constantly switch things up and experiment. and i’m also bilingual! (spanish & english)

name: slantos (or slan for short, if you’re cool).

pronouns: none/any 🤷 (don’t care much for gender/sex/pronouns it’s all the same difference…but biologically speaking, i’m female. given, i’m also very feminine-presenting and i guess that shocks some people; but it is what it is. i don’t exactly have a preference but “she/her” seems to be the most fitting. ur bitch looks like a basic hot miami girl what can i say)

age: im 16 years old and i’m interested in true crime (obviously).

sexuality: whatever honestly, i just like what i like. again, i can’t be bothered with labels but if it had to be categorized, i would probably assume pansexual.

blog content: of course, this is predominantly a tcc account so i’ll frequently post stupid shit, random thoughts, etc. occasionally, i’ll reblog things i find interesting/funny.

condone? i personally don’t condone, idolize, or propagate any of the actions/crimes committed by individuals in the tcc, but if you do, that’s totally cool with me. i think the whole argument surrounding it is stupid as fuck and not as serious as everyone wants to make it out to be. at the end of the day, we all make up part of the same community so what does it even matter really. if you condone (or don’t) this is 100% a safe place.

DNI: i’m pretty chill about most things so i don’t feel the need to have a DNI list; we embrace degeneracy on this blog. /hj

DMS: my dms and asks are always open if you’re down to talk, i don’t mind them whatsoever.

favorite true crime cases: eric harris, dylan klebold, dylann storm roof, elliot rodgers, jodi arias, alyssa bustamante, adam lanza, salvador ramos, andrew blaze/randy stairs, payton grendon, artyom anoufriev, nikita lytkin, igor suprunyuk, viktor sayenko, pekka eric auvinen, vladislav roslyakov, kip kinkel and bastian bosse.

favorite movies: zero day, elephant, duck! the carbine high massacre, the class (2007), zero hour, natural born killers, mean girls, jennifer’s body, confessions of a teenage drama queen, white chicks, legally blonde, transformers, fast & furious.

music preferences: KMFDM, MSI, NIN, rammstein, columbine carcass, suicideboys, nirvana, arctic monkeys, playboy carti, tay-k, chief keef, YBN nahmir, nicki minaj, ayesha erotica, blackpink, megan the stallion, britney spears, ariana grande, lady gaga, the weeknd, bktherula, lil wayne, drake, maluma, J alvarez, plan B, don omar, ozuna, natti natasha, becky g, nickyjam, karol g, shakira, daddy yankee, J balvin, and farruko.

other interests: fashion, music, makeup, youtube, literature, psychology, journaling, acting, being on camera, and writing.

kay that’s it, byeeeee!

[writing-appreciation]

The Office

Synopsis: You are promoted to the Unit Chief of Crime Scene Investigation. Moving in to your new office, some familiar faces help you settle in. Others, a little more than others... in his own way.

Pairing: Spencer Reid X Reader

Warnings: SUGGESTIVE. Didn't proofread before I chose to upload this. Sorry in advance.

"Uh, actually, Pen, so sorry, can you actually set that box on the desk? That one has all my stationery." I said in a strained voice, trying to gesture to my desk, but the boxes I was carrying blocked my view.

"I totally would, my leige, but the boys have not quite gotten your megadesk in here yet." She rushed to me to help me destack my boxes that were dangerously close to toppling over as I struggled to keep my grip on them.

"Oh! Thanks you Freaky fashinova you!" I smiled at her help.

"Ladies, not to bother our new CSI Unit Chief, but this desk is a little heavy and you're standing exactly where we need to put it."

We both turned to see Derek, partially in the room, and Luke holding up the other side of the desk, but outside the room.

"Sorry, guys, we'll move!" I quickly apologized and began to move myself.

"Tall, dark, and muscles, you can move me any time you want." Penelope said while exchanging glances with the two men trying to move my desk into the room.

"Listen, Mama, any other time, but right now, my fingers are too sore to play these games right now. So move your perfectly fine ass.. please."

Penelope did move out of the spot after a few seconds of prolonged eye contact with Derek.

"Uh, as a Unit Chief, do I have an obligation to report this as sexual nature?" I asked, while adjusting my glasses and picking up a clipboard from an open box.

That comment caused an outburst of laughter to fill the room.

"Y'know, (L/n) don't you have a team yourself that could help you move all this stuff into here? Feels like your already abusing your power." Luke jokingly said as he adjusted his side of the desk to line up with the space I had cleared for it earlier in the day.

"Well, Agent Alvarez, you can thank Penelope, who graciously volunteered you and Morgan to move the heavy stuff into here." I clapped my hands together. And leaned on the now placed desk.

An array of beeps coming from all their phones interrupted him before he could rebutle.

"Let me guess, a serial killer loose on the east coast, oooh, no the Midwest?" I exclaimed as they each read their messages.

Derek was the first to look up and nod his head sadly.

"Four kids, all below the age of ten, abducted, brutally beaten, and then.." He trailed off.

Penelope and Luke shared a knowing look.

"Well, don't let me keep you, go, go save the kids." I smiled sadly while shooing them out of my office.

The three of them left and began their decent down to the BullPen, gathering their BAU team mates along the way.

It was weird being up here, being able to quite literally, have the higher ground to the agents below me, many of whom I have developed close friendships with over the years.

While watching the three agents join the rest of their teammates, I heard a familiar clearing of a throat which made me pull my attention to a friendly face leaning against my door frame.

"Dr. Reid, hello." I smiled, nodding in his direction.

"Dr. (L/n). Your office is a bit more chaotic than I expected." He gestured to several boxes, and scattered case files littering the tops of closed boxes, my makeshift desk before this new one came in.

"Well, considering I have only had this space for a week, and during 5 out of those 7 days, I was busy consulting with the Miami Dade Police with a few gruesome crime scenes curtosey of an unsub your team happened to catch while also in Miami, I haven't had much time to.. decorate." I raised my arms in gesture to the scattered boxes around me.

He laughed, now inviting himself into my office, carefully picking up a loose photo frame from an open box. A small smile creeped onto his face as he looked at the photo.

"Not that I don't enjoy your company, Reid, but don't you guys have a case to review before you leave?"

"Actually, not going. I'm guest lecturing at Virgina State this week. By the end of the week, if they still need me, I'll meet them out there. So, if you were to need any help..decorating I am available."

I smirked at his choice of words, knowing what photo he has in is hand. To any other, unsuspecting, eye, it appears to be a photo of an abstract piece of art. Lots of paint smears, random hand prints scattered along the canvas. But the two of us knew the story behind that photo. And it was a real work of art.

"Y'know," I began, kicking myself off of my desk, "now that I have a whole office, and not a tiny little desk, I might actually hang that painting here above my desk. Penelope said she thought the use of colors were.. emotion invoking."

He let out a breathy laugh and gently set the photo down, now taking a step closer to the window. "Ha, did she? It sure did invoke alot of emotion during its creation." He ran his finger along my window sill, raising it to find it dust-free.

"Yes, Dr. Reid. Very..cathartic I would say." I smirked. "Also, if you're looking for any signs of dust, don't you worry, I went through with a feather duster this morning."

"Good girl."

I bit my lip, to hold back a response to that. We, afterall, were still in semi-public. My door was wide open, blinds open, if somebody was walking by, they surely would have heard us talking. And God forbid anybody were to see a Unit Chief and a simple agent sharing a rather sexual verbal exchange.

But there was nothing simple about this man and I and our relationship. We have tiptoed around that imaginary line, separating agents from "fragernizing" with one another for so long. Some times that line was completely kicked to the side and forgotten during those (excitingly long, but wonderful) nights we spent in one another's bed.

It's borderline criminal- the hold that man has on me. And it's not just about the sex. That part is great and all, but it's the connection we have that makes this..situationship as great as it is.

Spencer said it best one night after a particularly rough case both my CSI team, and his BAU team collaborated on. We both had some...frustrations to get out and it made for a rather intense night once we got back to Quantico. But it's what followed the intensity that sealed the deal for me on Dr. Spencer Reid.

A tense, but comfortable air settled in the room as I laid on the bed, exhausted from what I believe was the sixth orgasm of the night. I stopped counting after three. Spencer would surely know, but he ran off to gather a couple drinks for us.

As I began to pry myself from the bed, I heard the familiar bedroom door open.

"Hey, lay back down, let me clean you up."

I made eye contact with the lanky man approaching me. He had a couple water bottles, and a dishtowel in his hand that appeared to be wet.

I think he caught on to my confusion and responded, "I mean, if you'll let me. You can clean yourself too if you want. I just feel kinda bad, I took alot of this case out on you just now." He awkwardly shifted from heel to heel.

I couldn't keep my laugh in. It wasn't a laugh at him persay. I just thought it was funny that awkward little Spencer Reid, eloquent DR. Reid, SSA Reid who has stopped hundreds of literal psychopaths without batting an eye, stood here in front of me who was still completely naked, heaving like a caged animal after the activities we just did, and he somehow felt more out of place than I did. In his own apartment. His literal bedroom.

"Really, Reid, it's fine. You don't have to clean me up because you feel guilty. I had a good time. No boundaries crossed. Honestly, I kinda needed a good time." I said, once again starting to sit up.

"(Y/n), please, I just. It takes two to make the mess. Let me clean you up a bit. I can draw us a bath? A nice massage? I bought more of that Chamomile Lavender tea you liked, and stocked up on the sleep massage oil you are obsessed with." He broke his eye contact to rush to the corner of his room, to his fully stocked tea/coffee bar.

It used to just be a coffee bar, until I found myself spending the night more and more often. And so there was an electric tea kettle, several different types of tea I have brought myself, for when I knew I would be spending time at his apartment.

But my mind stayed hooked on the fact that he said, ' I bought more of that Chamomile Lavender tea you liked..'

Idetic memory, Spencer Reid, remembering a fact like this wasn't all too surprising. It's the fact that he bothered to put effort into keeping things I like in his space. He was quick to recommend me keeping a whole dresser in his bedroom. Not just a drawer, oddly cramed with things. It's like he wants me here longer than just a simple bed buddy. And the thought of that made my heart ache.

I was pulled out of my trance when I heard water running from his bathroom. I looked up, curiously, meeting his eyes as he left the bathroom and rejoined me in the bedroom.

"You took too long to decide, so I decided for you, we're taking a bath and you're getting a massage. Here's your tea." He held put a mug with my initials on it.

This mug was also a new addition.

"Uh, t-thanks." I stuttered as I accepted the mug from him, examining it up close.

It was my favorite color. Favorite shape of mug. Hell my initials were done in my favorite font. But what caught me most off guard was the inscription on the handle

'For my favorite flower'

I turned the mug around to see the other side, and low and behold, there was a hand drawn image of my birth flower- his favorite flower.

"Wow, Reid, I love this mug." I gasped, still appreciating it.

"(Y/n)-" He seemed to want to say more, but cut himself off.

"Let get into that bath." He held his hand out, and I gladly accepted it with the hand that was not holding my tea.

He was first to get in, he smiled, so wide it almost hurt my cheeks to see him smiling like.. like a lovestruck idiot. I couldn't help but join his smile, and lay myself into the bath, in front of him. I eased into his chest almost immediately. The hot water was helping to sooth my aching muscles from the earlier activities. Spencer laid his chin on the top of my head and began absent-mindedly stroking my shoulders, which gradually transitioned to a full blown massage.

This was bliss.

"Penny for your thoughts?" He whispered into my ear.

His voice sent goosebumps down my arms, undoubtedly he felt.

"This is just nice." I sank further down into the tub, turning slightly to catch a partial glimpse of him.

He hummed in response and gently swiped a fallen strand of hair from my forehead. This simple gesture made me feel like a 17 year old girl again. The feeling of butterflies fluttering in my stomach made me so nervous, but I didn't want the moment to end.

"It's Spencer." He said with a smile, his eyes flicking to my lips and back to my eyes.

"Hmm?" I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.

He scrunched his face in laugher and cleared his throat.

"My name is Spencer." He repeats, as if it's the most obvious thing in the world.

"Uh.. yeah? Kinda found that out a while ago." I laughed, still confused as to why he suddenly was saying his name.

"You still call me 'Reid'."

"Well, yeah you're Spencer Reid. The 'Reid' part is kind of a part of your name."

"Yeah, but when you call me 'Reid' it feels like you still see me as just a coworker."

Pretty sure my heart broke just then.

I quickly turned to face him fully, wanting to give him my full attention.

"What do you mean? I think you're so much more." I reached for his chin, to make him face me.

"You do?" He says, still in a saddened tone.

"Rei- Spencer," I corrected myself, "You are unlike any man I have ever met. You are the most caring, devoted, passionate, loyal, goofy, intelligent, wonderful mess of a man I have ever had the privilege of meeting. You are the first person I want to talk to after a tough case, and the last person I always talk to before bed. Meeting you has made me want to be a better person, it's made me a better friend. You've shown me a type of love I never thought I would see again."

"So you don't just stay for the sex?" He asked quietly, like he was afraid of the answer.

"Spencer, honey, if we quit having sex right now, you still won't be able to get rid of me. Sure, the sex is great, don't get me wrong, love that, you are truly gifted, but I don't need it. I just need you. Your company, these moments where we just talk and hang out, or when we go to nerdy conventions together and have the time of our lives. I need your rambling about a random topic you know everything about because I just enjoy being in your presence. And listening to you talk. Your voice is so calming. You can be telling me about the terrible and gruesome ways an unsub dismembered, disembowled, and worse to a victim and I will hang on your every word. Even in complete silence, I just feel your comforting aura. And I don't want that to go away. If you don't want me to go, that is. It was never about the Sex, Spencer, it was always about you."

Before I could continue, he pulled me into a tight embrace and gave me a kiss on the forehead.

We sat in silence for a while. I don't think Spencer was anticipating a big long confession from me today. However, I was careful with my words. I never exactly said 'I love you.' But God, did I want to. I do love this man. In the way that makes me want to grow old with him and listen to the way he would rattle facts off to our children.

"Yknow, I learned something rather interesting on this case." He finally spoke up, while rubbing circles into my pinky finger with his thumb.

"Oh, you can still learn things? What did you learn, Spencer?"

I felt him smile into my head at me using his first name.

"Our Unsub was choosing victims by his belief in the Japenese Red String theory."

"And because I didn't study Japanese myths, I'm gonna need you to explain that one to me, Doctor."

"So, pinkies are a big thing in it." He began to explain excitedly.

He held his arm out to meet mine. Both our right hands, extended out so we could both see our hands in front of us.

"The theory states that everybody is attached to somebody with whom they will tell an important story, or make history with."

"And I take it that they are attached with a red string, to their other person's pinky?"

"Yes. And what's even more tragically beautiful is that the connection never breaks. Even in death, the passing of the loved one becomes the story itself. Throughout any tangle, the string remains strong. They are destined to have that connection."

"That's interesting, but how did our unsub use that theory to pick his vics?"

"He was perverting the story. To him, he believed the stories he was destined to tell revolved around brutally torturing and ultimately murdering women he believed he was bound to."

"Oh, wow. Hey, does it ever get exhausting to constantly deep dive into somebody's psychology? At least with my job, everything is a fact. Splatter patterns, ballistics, autopsy results, everything I do is set in stone. I rarely, if ever, have to think about the how, the why, and the what's is going on in his head. It seems exhausting."

"It is exhausting, so it's nice to have somebody to talk to after a long one." He sighed, pulling me closer to his chest.

Eventually we made our way out of the bath, and dressed into our pyjamas for the night. Spencer put on some documentary in the background as we settled into the bed for sleep. I pulled out a book I was working through and began reading where I left off.

"Hey, let me read to you?" He looked at me with the biggest puppydog eyes I have ever seen.

I nodded in agreement and handed the book to him. He grabbed his reading glasses off his nightstand, cleared his throat, and began reciting the words from the pages.

I couldn't help but feel my eyes go heavy, finding a deep comfort and safety in where I was right in this moment, and who was in this moment with me.

I think Spencer felt me leaning further and further into his shoulder, dancing on the verge of sleep, so he did finish out the chapter and placed the book and his glasses on the nightstand.

He pulled the blankets up to our chests, and began to relax himself. His arms around their way around mu waist and he pulled me closer to him, even throwing his leg over my own.

"For the record, you are the person I am bound to. You are my destiny. You are the light in my darkness. You are the love of my life." He whispered, while placing a gentle kiss on my head.

"Love you too Spence.." I began, and immediately fell victim to slumber.

"Dr. (L/n)? Are you okay?"

His question brought me back to reality. And that reality is that I am going to start daydreaming about Dr. Spencer Reid right now.

"OH? Yes, thank you Dr. Reid. I'm fine. Just out in my own little world." I laughed off my need for him.

"Well, I have to start making my way out to Virginia State, so I'll see you around." The final part of his sentence, sounding more like a question. Like he was asking if he would see me later.

"I'm sure you'll see me around. I have some major nesting to do in this office. Have fun shaping future minds!" I called out the last part as he made his way out of my office. He did turn back, just before he had fully left my line of sight, giving me a small smirk.

The rest of the day went on fairly slowly. Alot of organizing my space to my liking. Penelope would swing by every so often with treats and trinkets. Before I even knew it, it was after hours in the building. After hours on a Friday night. Needless to say, everybody was eager to get home.

However, I was so caught up with decorating all day, I didn't get a chance to review case files for my team. I had planned to do this task over the weekend, but I noticed the usual hefty stack of cases, were actually only three cases. So I decided to just look them over here, rather than have them to ruin my weekend.

Penelope offered to stay behind as well, to, in her own words, be my sparkly ball of joy, while I looked at the information. I love that woman, but I knew she would distract me, and I would be stuck here even longer, so I sent her home.

I was so enthralled in my cases that I didn't really pay too much attention to the lights of the BullPen turn on. I figured it was an agent, running back into the office to grab something they forgot to get when they left for the day. I ignored it, and continued to read. That is, until a jiggling of my dornob caught my attention.

My eyes flickered down to my gun, laying holstered, on my desk. Carefully, I removed the gun from the holster, and began to stand. Afterall, nobody should be trying to get into my office. In fact, nobody else should be here.

I cautiously made my way to my door. There was no peephole, but I did have windows to either side of the door. Earlier in the day, I closed my blinds because the heavy foot traffic of the BullPen kept pulling me away from my tasks. Just as I was about to peak through the closed blinds, my phone began ringing in my back pocket.

"Shit." I cursed aloud, in a hushed voice, as my free hand flew to my phone to silence the noise.

"(Y/n), open the door, it's me."

I immediately relaxed and sighed in relief.

I unlocked the door, and welcomed the very dapper looking Doctor standing in front of me into my office.

"Spence, you gotta warn a girl. I had my gun drawn, definitely could've taken you out." I breathed out, now making my way back to my desk to reholster my gun.

"I did warn you. I texted you four different times. I even showed up to your apartment, and when I didn't find you there, I concluded you were still here. So now here I am." He gave me one of his infamous goofy smiles.

"Well, excellent deduction skills, Doctor, " I sat in my chair, pulling out my phone to read the texts Spencer sent me.

He sat in the chair, across my desk as I read the texts.

2:30 p.m

'How is the office decorating going?'

3:42 p.m

'I take it that it is going well. Would you please call me when you get a chance. I miss your voice.'

5:13 p.m

'I am currently at your apartment, I am cooking (your favourite meal). I assume you'll be a bit late home, so I'll finish up when you call me.'

6:48 p.m

'I'm not one for impatience, but I have not spoken to you since this morning, so I am going to the office, and (respectfully) dragging you out of there if I have to. X'

"First of all, I missed you too Spence. And I'm sorry for not responding. I got so tied up with decorating and reorganizing, that I lost track of time. Then I realized I had a few cases to review, which I was going to go this weekend, but there were only three, so I wanted to knock those out before I left for the weekend."

"Do you need any help?" He said, reaching for a file.

"No, honey, I'm fine, really. I just need maybe 15 more minutes, and we can head out, okay?" I gently placed my left hand on his to stop him from grabbing a casefile.

He looked at my hand on his, our engagement ring sat on my left ring finger, and I could tell he was confused.

"I hope you don't mind. I really like wearing it, and nobody was here, so I slipped it on." I gestured to the ring.

He was wildly smiling at my hand and ran hid thumb over my left ring finger knuckle.

'I love it. I wore mine today when I was lecturing. Makes it feel like you're right there with me." He grinned ear to ear.

I smiled, pulling my hand back, and picking up the file I was reading a few minutes prior.

I heard a shutter of a camera go off, which made me perk my head back towards the man across from me.

"Sorry. I couldn't help it, you look very good right now." He gushed as he looked at the photo on his phone.

"Spence," I began.

"You're sitting there, in your chair," He stood up from his chair, and began walking behind my desk, "behind your desk," He was standing behind me now, he leaned down to my ear, "in your CSI Unit Chief office, wearing your engagement ring. It's all very attractive. Doctor. (L/n)." He placed a kiss further and further down my neck as he spoke.

He stopped at my shoulder. Placing a gentle kiss on the clothed area.

"Spencer, I- we need to st-" He cut me off by slowly pulling my blouse down my shoulder to expose the skin. I gasped.

He quickly turned my chair around to have me facing him now. A suggestive look in his eyes hinted at his intentions right at the moment. He held his hand out, which I gladly accepted. He led me to stand, which I obeyed. After I stood, he pushed my chair out from my desk, knocking it into a bookshelf in the process, causing some books to topple to the ground.

"Hey! I worked hard on that organi-" I began to stay, but was interrupted by Spencer pushing me to the desk and slamming his lips into mine.

I muffled a moan in shock, but immediately began kissing him back. His hands wondered down to my hips, and he squeezed them like they were his life line. After a few minutes of a rather intense makeout, he broke the kiss, followed by a long inhale.

"Spencer, we really need to stop. Anybody can walk in. And I still haven't found a way to tell the director we're engaged. This would be a bad way for them to find out." I heavily breathed out.

"(Y/n), it is 7:20 on a Friday night. I think it's safe to say nobody will be barging in. And I can't get the idea of taking you right here, right now, out of my head. So please, stop worrying and enjoy the moment." He neatly gathered my case files and set them on the chair, completely clearing my desk of anything important.

He looked down at me with those damn alluring eyes. The kind that I have never been able to say no to. The kind that said he was ready to give me the world, whatever consequences may follow.

I nodded, eagerly. Throwing all resolve out the metaphorical window because now, seeing my lovely fiancee this lust driven towards me in our workplace was also driving me crazy with desire.

He didn't hesitate. He roughly connected our lips together again, now trailing his hands down my body.

He bent down slightly to grab under my thighs to help usher me to the top of my desk. I hopped up to be sitting on the desk.

He smiled into our kiss, but moved his lips down to my cheek, then to my jaw, then down my neck, peppering several kisses, all with varying intensities.

I felt his hands travel back up to my blouse. Then to the buttons, slowly undoing them as his assault on my neck never haulted. It felt so overwhelmingly amazing. And this was just the beginning.

There are so many different ways we could break in this office. Too many for just one night. This would more than likely be happening again. And again. And again.

[renjihoe]

I probably said this already but what the heck I’ll say it again. People say they liked Juvia before she was hyper obsessed with Gray because she was more powerful and "badass". But honestly her character was ALWAYS obsessed with Gray...

I mean her first initial introduction besides the Lucy scene was her NOT wanting to fight Gray because of love at first sight. I mean the entire fight was her l just analyzing everything he did and falling more in love with him. SHE DIDN'T EVEN REALLY FIGHT! Like being fr fr, we didn't even see her TRUE strength until she was already obsessed with Gray. And being in love didn't necessarily take away from her being physically strong. I mean look at Tenrou, Tartoros, and Alvarez! All arcs that happen later on where Juvia was super powerful AND already in love. So what do people really mean by that statement??

You'd make more sense just saying that you don't like Juvia because of her obsessiveness, or that you like her character design and potential as a character alone, which is 100% fine but don’t make it seem like her character was COMPLETELY different from the beginning of the series…