#fanfic de spencer reid

[ludivinevanckerwisky]

Les 6 règles...

Association : Spencer Reid x Lectrice

Résumé : Tu as eu de mauvaises expériences sexuelle dans le passé et alors qu'un soir vous êtes sur le point de coucher ensemble. Vous lui faîtes par des 6 règles à ne jamais franchir...

Avertissements : MINEURS DE 18 ANS ET PLUS DNI, aucune réelle scène de sexe mais évoquation de traumatises dû au sexe. Manque de confiance en soi.

Avant Spencer, vous aviez connu des relations tumultueuses. Tous les hommes avant lui vous avaient blessée, ne cherchant que le plaisir éphémère avant de s'éclipser avec des excuses toutes faites :

"Urgence familiale","Ma copine m'attend",ou encore "Nous deux, c'était juste pour s'amuser, on est d'accord ?"

Mais Spencer était différent. Cela faisait trois mois que vous sortiez ensemble, et il n’avait jamais exigé quoi que ce soit. Au début, vous aviez peur de faire quelque chose de travers. Puis il vous avait expliqué, doucement, qu’il voulait prendre son temps. Avec lui, tout semblait naturel. Vous aviez dansé et ri ensemble sous le regard amusé de Derek, et ce soir-là, en rentrant, Spencer vous avait embrassée et plaquée doucement contre la porte.Ses lèvres avaient exploré votre cou alors qu’il vous guidait vers le canapé. Il s’était allongé au-dessus de vous, ses gestes empreints d’une tendresse que vous n’aviez jamais connue. Mais alors que la passion montait, des souvenirs douloureux remontèrent à la surface. Votre corps se crispa.

Spencer s’écarta immédiatement, le regard inquiet.

— Ça va ? demanda-t-il doucement.

— Oui… pardon.Vous tentâtes de le ramener contre vous, de lui faire oublier votre hésitation, mais il resta en retrait, ses yeux débordant de tendresse et de préoccupation.

— On peut s’arrêter là si tu veux.Vous secouâtes la tête.

— Non, non… pardon. C’est juste que…Vous vous redressâtes pour lui faire face, les mots difficiles à trouver.

— Je n’ai jamais eu… de très belles expériences. Alors j’ai quelques appréhensions…Spencer sembla peiné. Il se pencha pour déposer des baisers doux sur votre front, vos joues, puis vos lèvres.

— Je peux faire quelque chose pour t’aider ? demanda-t-il doucement.

— Oui… enfin, est-ce que je peux te demander quelque chose ? Il hocha la tête, attentif, et vous laissa de l’espace, bien que son regard restât rivé sur vous.

— Il y a six choses que je… que je n’aimerais pas faire. Est-ce que tu pourrais les respecter, s’il te plaît ?

Spencer parut surpris un instant, mais il acquiesça. Il vous allongea délicatement sur le canapé, glissa un oreiller sous votre tête pour votre confort, puis se pencha à nouveau, reprenant ses baisers.

— Vas-y, je t’écoute, dit-il entre deux baisers sur votre cou.

Un peu troublée, vous osâtes murmurer :

— Pas par derrière. Et ne me retourne pas sans me prévenir, s’il te plaît.Il s’arrêta pour vous regarder.

— Je peux te demander pourquoi ?

Vous posâtes une main sur ses yeux, gênée.

— Mes exs avaient l’habitude de… me coincer. Tu comprends ?

Il ne bougea pas, respectant votre silence, et reprit doucement ses baisers sur vos joues. Vous retîntes difficilement vos larmes face à tant de délicatesse.

— Continue, ça fait une chose…

— Si tu veux une fellation, demande-moi. Ne prends pas ma tête violemment.

Ses baisers devinrent plus intenses, et il resserra doucement l’étreinte entre vos corps.

— Pas contre les murs, ajoutâtes-vous après un moment. Une fois, ma tête a violemment heurté un mur, et… il n’a même pas pris la peine de vérifier si ça allait.

Votre respiration s’accéléra sous l’effet de ses mains caressant tendrement votre taille.

— Ne tire pas mes cheveux, s’il te plaît, murmurâtes-vous, détournant légèrement la tête.Vous hésitâtes avant de continuer :

— Pas sur le sol non plus. La dernière fois ça m’a laissé des bleus horribles. Votre voix se brisa sur la dernière requête :

— Et si je te demande d’arrêter… promets-moi que tu t’arrêteras.

Spencer enleva votre main pour déposer un long baiser sur vos lèvres.

— Je te promets de respecter ces six règles, dit-il doucement. Mais je te promets aussi qu’aucun homme ne franchira ces limites.

Vous vouliez le remercier, mais les mots se perdirent dans des larmes silencieuses.

Spencer les vit aussitôt et vous serra tendrement dans ses bras, ses lèvres déposant encore des baisers doux sur votre visage.

— Merci, Spencer. Je t’aime tellement.

— Tu mérites le meilleur, répondit-il. Je t’aime aussi.

Cette nuit-là, vous vous endormîtes dans ses bras, sans qu’il ne relâche son étreinte, comme pour vous protéger de tous les souvenirs passés.

[sl-newsie]

Normal people: look up an actor to see what other shows they've been in

Me: sees a hot character and immediately researches for fanfiction about them

It's an instinct now.

[sl-newsie]

I’m all ears

Reblog if you write fanfic and would be totally down with your followers coming into you askbox and talking to you about your fic

[loolooloo-i-got-some-apples]

- masterlist collections -

all of my sloppy fanfics, headcanons and blurbs in one place

key :

🎱 = fluff,

⚠︎ = dark themes,

✮ = angst,

💿 = smut

CWO = currently working on

These works are my own and i do not give permission to repost, share, or rewrite these on other platforms.

masterlists !

FYI: for anybody wondering, no my requests are not strictly these shows/movies or characters, you can request whatever you’d like, these are just guidelines and characters i plan on writing for the most.

OBX

featuring - rafe cameron, jj maybank, john b routledge, pope heyward

SOUTH PARK

featuring - kenny mccormick, stan marsh, eric cartman, kyle broflovski, butters stotch, tweek tweak, craig tucker

BROOKLYN 99

featuring - jake peralta, charles boyle, rosa diaz, amy santiago

DAWSON’S CREEK

featuring - dawson leery, pacey witter, charlie todd, jack mcphee, cj braxton

DAZED AND CONFUSED

featuring - randall ‘pink’ floyd

WHIPLASH

featuring - andrew neiman

ANNE WITH AN E

featuring - gilbert blythe, jerry baynard

BIG HERO SIX

featuring - hiro hamada, tadashi hamada, wasabi, fred

BRIDGERTON

featuring - anthony bridgerton, benedict bridgerton, colin bridgerton, theo sharpe, simon bassett

CALL OF DUTY

featuring - soap, ghost/simon, konig, price, keagan p russ

CRIMINAL MINDS

featuring - spencer reid, derek morgan, aaron hotchner

ENOLA HOLMES

featuring - sherlock holmes, viscount tewkesbury

TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA TURTLES

featuring - raphael, donatello, mikey, leonardo

SAW

featuring - adam stanheight, daniel matthews

SCREAM

featuring - billy loomis, stu macher, ethan landry

HARRY POTTER/SLYTHERIN BOYS

featuring (harry potter) - george weasley, fred weasley, ron weasley, oliver wood, harry potter, cedric diggory, neville longbottom

featuring (slytherin boys) - mattheo riddle, tom riddle jr, enzo berkshire, theo nott, draco malfoy, regulus black, blaise zabini

HOW TO TRAIN YOUR DRAGON

featuring - hiccup haddock

IT (2017)

featuring - richie tozier, eddie kaspbrak, bill denbrough, stanley uris, ben hanscom, mike hanlon

MARVEL

requests open for all characters!

MAZE RUNNER

featuring - thomas, newt (male + gn only), gally, minho

MID90S

featuring - fuckface, ray, fourth-grade

ON MY BLOCK

featuring - oscar diaz, cesar diaz, latrelle, jamal turner, ruby martinez

PERCY JACKSON

featuring - percy jackson, nico de angelo (male and gn only), jason grace, leo valdez, frank zhang, grover underwood

RED DEAD REDEMPTION 2

featuring - arthur morgan, john marston

SCHOOL SPIRITS

featuring - wally clark

SUPERNATURAL

featuring - dean winchester, sam winchester

STAR WARS

featuring - anakin skywalker, obi wan kenobi, din djarin

SHAMELESS

featuring - carl gallagher, lip gallagher, ian gallagher x mickey milkovich

TEEN WOLF

featuring - stiles stilinski, scott mccall, derek hale

THIRTEEN

featuring - mason freeland

TOTAL DRAMA

featuring - duncan, alejandro

WOLFBLOOD

featuring - rhydian morris

XMEN

requests open for all characters!

BALDURS GATE 3

featuring - astarion, shadowheart, halsin, gale, lae’zel, wyll

[nerdieforpedro]

Summer Fanfics - Nerdie’s Fanfic Picks Volume 8

All fanfics on this list are for readers age 18 and up, please respect the author's tags, warnings and notes as they're there so you know what's in them. YOU are in charge of your own reading experience!

Fics I read from June through the beginning of August, I tried to capture as many of them as I could, but my memory is like Swiss cheese. I usually tag them with (#nerdie fic rec) though.

1. Farris Wheel - @ghotifishreads (Joel Miller)

2. finger paint - @sin-djarin (Dieter Bravo)

3. Columbia - @wheresarizona (Marcus Acacius)

4. Make Me - @magpiepills (Lucian Flores)

5. Trick or Treat - @morallyinept (Frankie/Dave York/Joel Miller - Dark fic)

6. Wild and Unruly - @clawdeewritesfanfic (Joel Miller)

7. I wish that I was good enough - @iamasaddie (Javier Peña)

8. Stitch me where it bleeds - @megamindsecretlair (Choso -JJK)

9. A Glimpse of Eternity - @gasolinerainbowpuddles (Marcus Acacius)

10. love’s a weed: Frankie is the centerfold @tinytinymenace (Frankie Morales)

11. Soar - @morallyinept (Javier Gutierrez)

12. Tempered in the Fire Series - @ladamedusoif (Din Djarin)

13. Pistachio Pea - @morallyinept (Javier Peña)

14. Writing Club - @soft-persephone (Jake Johnson)

15. In Another Lifetime - @inept-the-magnificent (Marcus Acacius)

16. Sweet Tooth - @magpiepills (Javier Peña)

17. Twinkle - @morallyinept (Frankie Morales)

18. Chasing Fall - @inept-the-magnificent (Frankie Morales)

19. The Sound of His Voice - @lis-likes-fics (Spencer Reid)

20. Mini Skirt - @pedroshotwifey (Javier Peña)

21. The guest room - @milla-frenchy (Tim Rockford)

22. be cruel to me, ‘cause I’m a fool for you - @joelsgreenflannel (Frankie Morales)

23. No Solo Riders - @missredherring (Dieter Bravo)

24. Guiding Light - @mermaidgirl30 (Marcus Acacius)

25. Punto De Perder Part 2 - @fhatbhabiee (Frankie Morales)

26. Winston’s Sister - @soft-persephone (Jake Johnson)

27. Sweet Taste of Revenge - @frenchiereading (Oberyn Martell)

28. A Guide to Proper Communication/Best He Could Do (Totally Intentional) - @soft-persephone (Jake Johnson)

29. Pink Interface - @milkypompon (Nathan Bateman)

30. So Much Goddam Talkin’ - @stargirlfics (Joel Miller)

31. Punto De Perder - @fhatbhabiee (Frankie Morales)

Please check out the fics and their author’s masterlists. 🥰 Don’t forget to reblog and comment if you really enjoy their work. 💜

[amberjazmyn]

dr spencer reid one-shot

𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓮 - i'll look after you

𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 - spencer crying, major character death, his girlfriend consoling him but, other than that, just the regular cm warnings

𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓬𝓻𝓲𝓹𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 - "just let it out, just cry it out, i'm right here," prompt. basically, after losing his dad two years ago, spencer and the rest of the bau just watch helplessly as diana is shot in front of them. 

𝓪𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻'𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓮 - i haven't updated this book in yonks and i apologise! i legit spent most of today rereading most of these chapters and realised how much i missed writing these since i've been so caught up with my other book, stars. also, i just realised how much i missed watching criminal minds and reading/writing fanfic so, that is what this is lol. please enjoy and, apologies for making it another sad one for the reidster! i promise the next one will be a sillier/fluffier one! 

masterlist

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falling to the floor, spencer wept as his girlfriend and fellow agent ellianna consoled him. his mom diana had just been murdered in front of him, his dad william dying two years prior, not that spencer cared, he hadn't seen his dad since the riley jenkins case so it wasn't much of a loss in his eyes. but, losing his mom was like his whole world collapsed around him, taking him down with it. throughout spencer's entire life, it had always been him and his mom after his dad left them that was until it was him, his mom and the behavioural analysis unit in qauntico. sure, his mom was institutionalised but, it was only because he had no other choice because, he was eighteen and, at the time, he was doing what he thought was the smartest idea. because it was supposed to help make her better. he never would've imagined that he'd have to watch the murder of his own mom right in front of his own eyes alongside the rest of his team during a case that wasn't even originally connected to his mother, that was until it was when ellianna made the connection as to who the unsub was. 

two hours earlier 

this case couldn't have been any worse than any other case the bau had ever done before. they were in portland, Oregon trying to solve a case, their unsub would kidnap his victims and then would kill them with poison and then, shoot them after the fact. however, what had thrown the team off was still trying to figure out why the unsub was shooting them after poisoning them. what was the need for such overkill when this unsub had only just started their crimes up a month ago? they had only profiled the unsub to be around their early to mid-twenties in age and possibly a white male - but even then they had absolutely no idea if it was a man or a women or how old they even were. 

ellianna, irritated, threw down a case file, "jayje, i can't find anything on this unsub, let alone if it's actually a male or if it's a female, can you?" the young agent grumbled as jj shook her head, also throwing hers down onto the table 

"nada, rossi?" jj sighed, looking over to their senior supervisory special agent who also shook his head 

"zilch, prentiss?" rossi sighed as prentiss was seconds from responding, also shaking her head when spencer and aaron hotchner walked in, noticing their girlfriend and agent, ellianna suddenly staring at a file that everyone had seemingly missed earlier 

hotch eyed the young agent before speaking up, "you alright, de angelis?" hotch questioned as he held another pile of files given to him from the portland police bureau - spencer placing muffins and coffees across the table for the team as ellianna nodded her head 

"uh...yeah, i'm fine hotch, just, this case file, this one's new. it wasn't a file we were originally given by ppb when they first gave us all their initial files to the case!" ellianna stuttered out before she then picked it up, quickly flicking through it before stopping 

her eyes widened as she saw one specific name in the file and it quickly caught the team's attention, "what is it, el? do we need to call up garcia?" spencer spoke up as ellianna shook her head before jumping out of her seat and running out of the bullpen of the portland police bureau 

the rest of the team followed after their youngest agent, but, when they finally caught up to her, they never expected to see her squaring up to the head police officer of the portland police bureau but, here they were, "officer brooks, where did this file come from and why was it not given to us at the beginning with the rest of the case files?" ellianna demanded, after she quickly recognised the name in the file, officer brooks looking at the fbi agent in genuine confusion

"i...i'm sorry, agent de angelis?" officer brooks questioned with confusion before ellianna softened slightly and opened the file to show her 

"this, officer, this whole time my team and i weren't able to get a lead, let alone figure out if the unsub was a male or a female but, now, seeing this file, i think i've now figured it out and it's in this case file, everything that we've needed from the beginning but where did it come from because it wasn't one that you guys had given to us in the beginning so, i'll kindly ask you again, where did it come from? is it one of yours from this case or is it not?" ellianna requested as officer brooks was in shock, also recognising the name in the file straight away, she hadn't seen that case file in years she truly thought that the case file had been put away in the archives 

"it...it's a case file from a previously archived case. it was from a case that was solved years ago back in the late 90s, or a case that we thought had been solved. we had been told by washington police, who we did this case with, that they hailed this case as solved because they had been informed that the unsub had...you know, killed himself so, we just put the case file away into our archives, after being ordered to by washington police. why, do you think that this case file has to do with this current case?" officer brooks questions in worry, especially because of the main suspect in that 90s case file as ellianna nods her head with a worried look in her eyes 

"that's exactly what i think, officer. i don't think that robert just killed himself, he's too proud of himself and cares about what everyone else thinks of him to even think about killing himself. he takes too much enjoyment in his crimes but also when he isn't having an episode, he does get quite empathetic and realises what he's done which is why i think the unsub has to be him. we need to find him and we need to find him now. otherwise, oregon, washington, idaho, nevada and california could all potentially be in deep shit, got it? so if you could get your officers to communicate with those in washington, idaho, nevada and california, that would be amazing!" ellianna ordered as officer brooks nodded her head and wasted no time in getting her police officers to be informed and to contact washington, idaho, nevada and california police departments 

walking back over to the bullpen, ellianna noticed the shocked faces of the rest of her team, she then chuckled, sliding the case file of robert jackson onto the table, "what?" ellianna questioned with a scoff 

"nothing at all, just, how on god's green earth did you recognise the name in the case file so quickly after we were struggling for hours and then, poof, out of nowhere you just figure the whole thing out?" prentiss was aghast as ellianna chuckled even more, as she then rung up penelope garcia, their tech analyst who was back in quantico 

quieting the rest of her team, garcia responded to ellianna, "what do you need my little flower petal?" smiling at the nickname, ellianna went straight into the action, telling garcia the important information 

"garcia, i found a new case file in the middle of the ones we had been given by officer brooks and, it seems as though this was the missing link as it has given everything we needed because it sounds as though our unsub could be a man in his early to possible mid fifties by the name of robert jack..." 

"...robert jackson..." 

"...how...how did you know that garcia?" ellianna stuttered in shock as she looked at the rest of her equally as shocked team and garcia chuckled 

"washington and nevada police departments had faxed over a copy of the exact same file to me. both departments in washington and nevada think it's the same guy who was said to have "mysteriously" killed himself after going on a massive kidnapping, poisoning and shooting spree back in the late eighties and early nineties throughout oregon and the neighbouring states, washington, idaho, nevada and california. on the back of the envelope, it's written that it's suggested that the unsub we're looking for is robert, who was also responsible for those crimes back in the eighties and nineties..." garcia trailed off as ellianna scoffed, shaking her head as the rest of the team was shocked by this new revelation  

"...but, why wait this long to start back up again? why wait, what, two decades before coming back? why stage your own suicide to only then start the crimes back up again?" ellianna questioned as her team shook their heads, not knowing until garcia spoke back up

"because he wanted everyone to believe the threat was gone after he convinced everyone he was dead and then...uh oh..." 

"...what garcia? what's happened, talk to me?" ellianna stood up from her position from leaning on the table when garcia just pointed everyone's attention to the television in portland's bullpen 

"just...watch this...it was just sent in from the unsub himself...he clearly knows we're here..." garcia's face turned away as she just pressed play when screams filtered through the bullpen of portland's police department, scaring the entire team and making them jump out of their skin 

the screams just weren't any person's screams, they were the screams of spencer's mom, diana. diana had been kidnapped to be the unsub's final victim, that was robert's end goal all along. that was why ellianna had immediately recognized the man the moment she opened up that case file and showed officer brooks. robert was a former patient in one of diana's mental health facilities back in nevada after he had discharged himself from bennington sanitarium where they both resided in. 

"diana..." ellianna whispered, her hand covering her mouth and garcia speaks up again, filling the silence 

"...i found where they are and the address has been sent it all of your phones! i want all of you plus diana back safely, please!" garcia pleaded and the agents stood up without another beat to wait as they rushed out, everyone but spencer and ellianna 

spencer was frozen, it was as though he couldn't move, he genuinely thought his mom was safe in nevada, in bennington, robert jackson not ringing any sort of alarm bells or bells at all that he was the unsub let alone had any connection to his mom. ellianna knew she had to get her boyfriend to move quickly otherwise his mom would be dead and, that was anything but the outcome they wanted. although he wasn't cut up about his dad's death two years ago, he didn't need to be parentless at thirty years old. 

"come on spence, we have to go! we don't have a lot of time before you could potentially be faced with the dead and mutilated body of your mom! we need to hurry up!" ellianna's voice was unusually frightened but she didn't care, because she was truly frightened to find the potential dead body of her boyfriend's mother 

spencer then nodded his head and quickly got himself prepared for the fact that he was about to save the life of his own mother. 

one hour later 

it had taken almost an hour to figure out how to unlock the loft in which robert had kept diana in but, the moment they did get themselves in, it took a special sort of strength in the team for them to not outwardly react to the way in which robert jackson had brutally injured diana. it was clear she had been beaten black and blue, her face barely identifiable, she was dehydrated, it had looked as though she had been sexually assaulted by the way she couldn't lay comfortably, with a few more bruises from being beaten most likely more than just the one time yet it didn't look as though robert had gotten to the stage of poisoning or shooting her, whether that was coming next or not, they had no idea. 

ellianna decided to take charge since she was the one most familiar with robert and his connection to diana, even more than spencer had and she spoke up, "robert jackson, my name is ellianna de angelis and i'm with the fbi's behavioural analysis unit, do you know what that is?" her voice unsure but filled with somewhat of strength as her team watched, robert groaning as he lay next to a beaten and unconscious diana reid 

the man refused to even look up at the agent, "no, why would i want to know?" he was vicious as ellianna took in another breath and she refused to point her gun at him but, she kept it close just in case she would need to use it 

"wouldn't you want to know why you're hurting someone you consider a close friend of yours?" she spoke softly which got robert's attention as he stood up from the ground to face the young agent 

"i...i, do you think i'm actually hurting diana? how dare you think that? she's just asleep because we've been out all day running errands!" robert found it extremely insulting that ellianna would even allud that robert would harm diana  

"yes, i...i do think you're hurting her robert. and do you want to know how i know that you're hurting her and that she isn't actually sleeping like you're trying so hard to make us believe she is?" ellianna raised her voice slightly as the rest of her team looked on in worry, spencer barely even able to look 

"mhm," the middle-aged man mumbled out as ellianna exhaled before she nodded her head and continued her profile

"if you look closely, whilst you can see that diana is still breathing, it's not in the same rhythmic pattern that it would be if she was asleep. the way that she is breathing though lets us know that she's struggling. she is finding it so hard to breathe properly that it's shallow and it's most likely causing her a great deal of pain. she is also completely face down, and her airways are being squashed which is also another reason why she's finding it so difficult to breathe and why it's so painful for her. she's also been severely beaten and she's severely dehydrated, and she's also been sexually assaulted due to the infected and inflamed bruises around her crotch area, near her genitals. you have seriously hurt diana, robert. and she's bleeding in more than just one part of her body and that's not a good sign if she's bleeding everywhere else. why did you hurt her, robert?" ellianna questions as she tries to not get mad and immediately, as though it was expected to happen, robert got defensive which caused the young agent to reach for and pull out her glock twenty-six

"i didn't hurt diana!" the clearly deranged and psychotic jackson shouted, his hands over his ears as he was clearly going through an episode and ellianna stepped back, gesturing for her team to also step back 

ellianna, once again, took one last deep breath in before she continued, "yes, you did robert, whether you were consciously hurting diana or not, you did seriously hurt her. she needs medical attention and quickly otherwise she's going to die and we don't want..." 

before ellianna or her team could even do anything else, robert removed his hands from his ears and as though he was a magician, pulled out a gun, "...robert, wait, no!" ellianna shouted, the direction of the gun not know by the agent as she had closed her eyes and turned her head around - the rest of her team also turning their heads away 

she opened her eyes after she noticed that she hadn't been shot but was confused as she was covered in blood and could tell it had splattered onto her face and hands. but, it wasn't her blood that she was suddenly covered in, it was a mix of diana and robert's blood... diana was the one that got shot, not ellianna. and once again, ellianna's profile on robert was wrong, because he made sure to shoot both diana and himself. 

ellianna stood in shock, covered in blood as she lowered her gun, limply holstering it back into her holster. gulping before she turned to hotch, who nodded his head, allowing her permission to get robert and diana's pulses to see if either or both of them were still alive or if either or both of them were dead. 

no one had to see ellianna's face because they all saw the way her body faltered and the way her hand limply fell to diana's cheek, stroking it softly. she then turned to see her boyfriend and the son of diana reid, spencer, on his knees weeping. 

present time

spencer had been silently crying for what had felt like hours now. it felt like his entire world had been swallowed up by that gunshot that took away the life of his beloved mother. but, he didn't need nor did he want the entire state of oregon to know that he had just lost his mom from a gunshot. ellianna had since reassured the rest of her team that she was very much capable of taking care of and comforting spencer with the promise that she'd evacuate them out of robert's loft safely. so, she quickly farewelled the rest of her team, letting hotch know that she and spencer would meet them on the jet later on. she then made her way back over to where spencer was still on his knees, meters from the now dried-up bloodied puddle that his mom died in.

meeting her distraught boyfriend at his level, she cradled him, holding him tightly, knowing he wasn't able to cry quietly anymore. he needed to let out his loud cries otherwise he would explode so, ellianna let him grieve and for him to cry as loudly as he needed to and, he did. 

"just let it out, just cry it out spence, i'm right here!" ellianna whispered, repeating it over and over again as spencer cried, grieving over the loss of his beloved mom, his last surviving parent until this case

the one case that took spencer way too long to realise was connected to his mom.

as the supervisory special agents left the loft, spencer managed to whisper one last thing to spencer before he fell asleep in the fbi-issued suv, "i'll look after you,"

- - - 

rewriting this was quite fun which makes me sound so evil and heartless but i just love going back through my old written works and seeing how i started and then how i improved and made them better! 

ok ily bye xx

wc; 3337

[shilohsversion]

✨My Fanfics✨

The Dance of The Dragons (ASOIAF + HOTD) — Aemond Targaryen

Detroit Saga (John Wick + Mr. Robot + ASOIAF) — Roman Bisset

We Need To Talk About Kevin — Kevin Khatchadourian

Castle Rock Chronicles (The Vampire Chronicles + American Horror Story: Coven + Stephen King + Fear Street + Midnight Mass) — Lestat de Lioncourt

Nova Series (DC Comics + Scarlet Witch + The Sandman) — Dream of The Endless

Gen-X (X-men) — Pyro

The Last of Us (The Walking Dead + The Last of Us) — Carl Grimes

Twisted Fairytales (Once Upon a Time + The Wolf Among Us) — Peter Pan

MindHunter (Criminal Minds) — Spencer Reid

The Time Traveler’s Wife (Doctor Who + The Twilight Zone + The X-Files) — 11th Doctor

Panic! (Scream) — Mickey Altieri

The Ballerina (Sherlock BBC) — Sherlock Homes

Super Extra Ordinary (The Umbrella Academy) — Five Hargreeves

Rock of Ages (Guns N’ Roses) — Axl Rose

The Irregulars Detectives & Co. (My Babysitter’s a Vampire + Lockwood & Co. + Dead Boys Detectives) — Benny Weir

The Immortals (Twilight Saga) — Edward Cullen & Jasper Hale

TMNT’87 (Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles + Spiderverse) — Leonardo

The Outsider (Stranger Things + Stephen King) — Eleven

Star Wars: A Rogue Episode (Star Wars + Dune) — Luke Skywalker

The Prophecy (American Horror Story: Apocalypse + The Conjuring Universe + Insidious Universe) — Michael Langdon

Snowflake and Seaweed Brain Were Here (Outer Banks) — JJ Maybank

Normal People (Shameless) — Carl Gallagher

The Marvels (MCU) — Druig

A Clockwork Orange — Alex DeLarge

Harry Potter and The Cursed Child (Harry Potter) — Harry Potter

[firstprince-ao3feed]

Multiverso Mágico 2

by KittyGrayGubler Una colección de oneshots crossover entre diversas obras y el mundo mágico de Harry Potter! Esta colección pertenece a la lista hecha por mí para el Fictober 2024. Los capítulos son autoconclusivos así que pueden leer solo los que prefieran. Ninguna de estas obras me pertenece, solo las estoy tomando prestadas para hacer fanfics. Words: 1006, Chapters: 1/31, Language: Español Fandoms: Hannibal (TV), Charlie Countryman (2013), Adam (2009), Monster High (Cartoon 2022), Criminal Minds (US TV), Law & Order, Power Rangers Dino Thunder, Power Rangers Dino Charge, House of the Dragon (TV), Polar (2019), Red White & Royal Blue - Casey McQuiston, デリシャスパーティ♡プリキュア | Delicious Party♡Precure (Anime), 魔法つかいプリキュア！ | Mahou Tsukai Pretty Cure! | Mahou Girls PreCure!, Power Rangers S.P.D., Mighty Morphin Power Rangers, 외과의사 엘리제 | Doctor Elise: The Royal Lady with the Lamp (Webcomic), Sofia the First (Cartoon), Teen Titans (Animated Series), Agatha Christie's Poirot (TV), Mean Girls (2004), One Piece (Live Action TV 2023), Yo soy Betty la fea, Muhteşem Yüzyıl | Magnificent Century (TV 2011), Muhteşem Yüzyıl: Kösem | Magnificent Century: Kösem (TV), Deadpool (Movieverse), The Nanny (TV 1993), Fluffy Paradise Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M Characters: Will Graham, Nigel (Charlie Countryman), Adam Raki, Cleo de Nile, Spencer Reid, Olivia Benson, Jack McCoy, Nolan Price, Tommy Oliver, Riley Griffin, Lucerys Velaryon (Son of Rhaenyra), Aemond "One-Eye" Targaryen, Duncan Vizla | Black Kaiser, Alex Claremont-Diaz, Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Nagomi Yui | Cure Precious, Asahina Mirai | Cure Miracle, Anubis "Doggie" Cruger, Kimberly Hart, Sofia the First (Disney), Raven (Teen Titans), Hercule Poirot, Arthur Hastings (Poirot), Dominic Toretto, Regina George, Monkey D. Luffy, Hürrem Sultan | Roxelana, Kösem Sultan, Wade Wilson, Fran Fine, Sabrina Spellman, Aaron Hotchner, Beatriz "Betty" Pinzón Relationships: Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter, Nigel (Charlie Countryman)/Adam Raki, Aaron Hotchner/Spencer Reid, Frank Cosgrove/Nolan Price, Anton Mercer | Mesogog/Tommy Oliver, Riley Griffin & Ivan of Zandar, Aemond "One-Eye" Targaryen/Lucerys Velaryon (Son of Rhaenyra), Alex Claremont-Diaz/Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Anubis "Doggie" Cruger/Katherine "Kat" Manx, Hürrem Sultan | Roxelana/Kanuni Sultan Süleyman | Suleiman I, Fran Fine/Maxwell Sheffield, Harvey Kinkle/Sabrina Spellman Additional Tags: Fluff, Romance, Crossovers & Fandom Fusions via https://ift.tt/NxhTm0t

[lollipopsandlandmines]

Tag people you want to get to know better

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Last song: Toy Soldiers by Marianas Trench

Last show: I kind of have a bunch on a rotation so I honestly couldn’t tell you? But I did just watch all of Schmigadoon. 

Currently watching: Does rewatching seasons 3 through 7 of Criminal Minds count?

Currently reading: fanfic and The Gift of Fear by Gaven De Becker

Current obsession: Hellcheer, Namor, Spencer Reid

I am tagging: Oh no that’s too much pressure. If you want to fill this out please feel free to say I tagged you 

[ludivinevanckerwisky]

Sous le Regard Glacial

Résumé :Ludivine, victime de remarques sexistes, inflige une leçon implacable à deux officiers arrogants, utilisant son calme et son autorité pour leur faire comprendre leur place.

Avertissements :Violence verbale et physiqueLangage expliciteComportement sexiste et abusif, utilisation de Ludivine pour le lecteur, relation établie entre Spencer et toi

Le commissariat texan était un bâtiment fonctionnel mais austère, ses murs chargés de dossiers et de photos.

La lumière des néons vacillait, comme si l’éclairage lui-même hésitait à briller.

L'équipe du BAU était réunie autour d’une table, chacun absorbé par les notes sur les suspects et la stratégie à adopter pour l’interpellation. Ludivine, assise près de Spencer, était concentrée, griffonnant des informations dans son carnet.

Son t-shirt bleu marine se posait parfaitement sur sa silhouette, élégante mais discrète.

Hotch expliquait les grandes lignes de l’intervention, mais l’atmosphère dans la pièce était altérée par des murmures persistants venant d’un coin sombre de la salle.

Deux officiers texans se tenaient contre le mur, la voix basse mais suffisamment audible pour que les mots cruels n’échappent à personne.

"Regarde-moi ça, petite mais bien foutue," ricana l'un des officiers en jetant un coup d’œil appuyé sur Ludivine. "Bien foutue ? T’as vu ce décolleté ? Elle pourrait te faire fondre juste en te regardant," répondit l'autre, un sourire vicieux sur le visage. "Tu crois qu’elle est aussi chaude en privé ? Avec un corps comme le sien, elle doit être une véritable bête," ajouta-t-il dans un rire gras.

Les deux hommes échangeaient des regards complices, leurs yeux s’attardant de manière dégoûtante. Spencer, qui était absorbé par ses notes, releva soudain la tête, les sourcils froncés, son regard se durcissant en direction des deux hommes.

Morgan, plus agacé, serra les poings, sa mâchoire se serrant sous la tension. Rossi échangait un regard rapide avec Hotch, qui, bien que toujours calme dans ses explications, semblait plus tendu.

Ludivine, elle, ne montrait aucun signe de perturbation, ses doigts effleurant le carnet sans se hâter.

Mais à l’intérieur, quelque chose se brisait. Les remarques n’étaient pas nouvelles, mais ce jour-là, elle n’était plus disposée à les ignorer.

Ludivine déposa lentement son carnet, ses yeux se levant vers les deux officiers qui ne semblaient même pas la remarquer, trop occupés à rire de leurs blagues dégradantes.

Spencer, inquiet, lui lança un regard interrogateur. "Ludi, qu’est-ce que tu fais ?" murmura-t-il, sa voix pleine de doute. Elle ne lui répondit pas.

Ses yeux restaient d'une calme impassibilité, glacés comme des pierres, mais Rossi, d’un regard aiguisé, perçut la lueur de violence dissimulée derrière cette façade. Il sentit le danger dans la manière dont elle se tenait, dans la froideur glaciale qui émanait d’elle, une aura menaçante qu'elle maîtrisait avec une précision presque clinique.

Le silence qui suivit fit frissonner Morgan, qui, immobile, suivait chaque geste de Ludivine avec une attention presque morbide, conscient qu’une étincelle de pure colère se cachait derrière cette apparente tranquillité.. Elle se leva, ses pas silencieux sur le sol, presque imperceptibles.

Le parfum subtil de vanille et de pommes d'amour, qu’elle portait semblait se mêler à l’air lourd de la pièce. Les deux officiers, toujours dans leur conversation salace, ne remarquèrent rien. L’un d'eux se lécha même les lèvres, un sourire pervers se dessinant sur son visage.

Ludivine s’arrêta juste derrière eux. D’un mouvement rapide et précis, elle asséna un coup de pied puissant dans le genou de l’homme le plus bruyant. L’officier s’effondra à genoux dans un cri de douleur, les yeux écarquillés de surprise.

Il tenta de se relever, mais avant qu'il n'ait pu réagir, Ludivine s’agrippa à ses cheveux, tirant brutalement sa tête en arrière."Tu veux jouer à ça ?" dit-elle d’une voix d’un calme glacé. "Tu crois que tu sais ce qu’est une vraie femme ? Une femme qui n’a pas besoin de se vendre pour que tu la remarques, un corps qui te fait baver comme un chien affamé ? Je vais t’apprendre la leçon." Elle tira plus fort sur ses cheveux, forçant l’homme à se pencher en arrière. Il haletait, totalement à sa merci. "Regarde bien, connard. J’ai l’air d’une victime, hein ? Mais dans le fond, t’es rien. Un petit homme qui pense que le monde lui doit quelque chose. Tu as le culot de parler ainsi d’une femme ? Je vais te faire regretter de respirer le même air que moi."

L’homme était pétrifié, incapable de prononcer un mot. Ludivine se pencha, ses lèvres effleurant son oreille, son souffle glacial. "Tu es juste une marionnette, un jouet dont je vais jouer. Garde tes fantasmes pour toi, parce qu’avec ta mentalité de merde, tu ne mérites même pas de me regarder."

Elle le lâcha soudainement, le forçant à s’effondrer sur le sol, sans un mot de plus. "Si tu veux continuer à marcher, souviens-toi que le respect est la seule chose qui te permet de rester debout."

Ludivine se détourna de l’officier brisé et retourna à sa place, son mouvement fluide et naturel, comme si de rien n'était.

Elle prit son carnet avec une lenteur exagérée et recommença à griffonner. Le silence qui régnait dans la salle était presque oppressant, comme si le temps lui-même s'était suspendu.

Tous les regards étaient fixés sur l’officier toujours à genoux, sa posture soumise, et sur Ludivine, dont la présence semblait figer l’air autour d’elle. Aucun mot ne brisa l’atmosphère pesante, aucun des témoins n’avait entendu ses paroles murmurées.

Seul le frémissement d'une tension palpable se lisait dans les yeux des autres, comme si l’instant avait été suspendu entre le respect et la peur, une attente silencieuse de ce qui allait suivre.

Hotch, après un regard perçant vers les deux hommes, reprit son briefing sans un mot de plus, mais sa voix était plus froide, plus mesurée.

Morgan se pencha vers Spencer. "Elle vient de leur en foutre une bonne, hein ?"Spencer, choqué et impressionné, murmura, "C’est incroyable… Mais un peu effrayant."Morgan éclata de rire. "Les deux, mon gars, les deux."

Les deux officiers, mal à l’aise, essayèrent de reprendre leur comportement en public après l’humiliation. Mais dès qu’ils croisèrent le regard de Ludivine, tout leur arrogance disparut.

Il suffisait d’un regard pour les faire se taire, comme si ses yeux avaient le pouvoir de figer le temps.L’un des officiers tenta de sourire, mais dès qu’il croisa le regard de Ludivine, un frisson parcourut son échine. Il s’arrêta net, sa bouche se fermant instantanément.

Son collègue tenta une approche, mais à peine eut-il l’intention de dire quoi que ce soit qu’il se retrouva à fixer le sol, trop terrifié pour ouvrir la bouche.

Rossi, observant la scène avec un air amusé, murmura à Hotch : "On devrait ajouter ça à notre programme de formation. Comment faire taire un idiot avec juste un regard." Hotch esquissa un sourire discret, avant de répondre : "Je crois que ça s’appelle juste 'être Ludivine'."

Le reste de la journée se déroula dans un calme presque étrange. Les officiers évitaient soigneusement l’équipe, se repliant sur eux-mêmes après l’incident.

Ludivine avait su faire comprendre son message, et personne ne voulait se risquer à la provoquer à nouveau.

Les deux hommes tentèrent une nouvelle fois de s'excuser, mais à peine leur regard croisa-t-il celui de Ludivine, ils se turent immédiatement, fuyant la pièce comme si leurs vies en dépendaient.

Spencer s’approcha d’elle, un sourire admiratif sur les lèvres. "Je n’ai jamais vu quelqu’un faire ça avec autant de… classe."Ludivine lui répondit avec un sourire en coin, ses yeux toujours aussi perçants. "Il suffit parfois de leur montrer que sous la surface, on a des dents."

Morgan, en passant derrière eux, lança une dernière remarque : "Reid, fais gaffe, elle a un regard qui te transperce." Ludivine éclata de rire. "Ne t’inquiète pas, Morgan. Spencer sait déjà comment tenir son propre regard."

Spencer rougit à nouveau, mais cette fois, il se redressa avec plus de confiance, un léger sourire flottant sur ses lèvres.

Lorsque Morgan quitta enfin la pièce, un silence plus doux s’installa, et Ludivine se pencha délicatement vers Spencer. Elle effleura ses lèvres d'un baiser tendre, furtif mais chargé d’une tendresse qu’il avait appris à savourer.

Même après toutes ces fois — en réalité, il les avait comptées, précisément 134 moments partagés — il n’arrivait pas à se lasser de la sensation de son parfum subtil, ni du plaisir enfantin de jouer avec ses boucles indisciplinées qui tombaient parfois sur son visage.

Chaque instant passé près d’elle avait cette capacité magique de raviver la même chaleur dans son cœur, comme s’il s’agissait toujours de la première fois.

[sl-newsie]

My biggest strength is my biggest curse.

Imagination.

For the rest of my life it will plague me.

Writing stories of passion and romance that will never be real.

Never can be real.

I spin tales of love and in doing so I doom myself for thinking I could ever be the lucky character in my own story.

[samuel-de-champagne-problems]

I Can't Help It If You Look Like an Angel

Summary: Spencer is not that kind of doctor, but he'll always come when Y/N needs him, even if germs are involved.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem Reader

Warnings: One cuss (sh!t), kisses, small insecurities

Word Count: 2.5 k (was not supposed to be this long but I'm a monster)

Author's Note: From this list (3, 12, 14) since I hit 300 followers! Thank you! This request is from @willowrose99 (look for the bold)

I Can't Help It If You Look Like an Angel

Spencer’s half done with his third book that weekend when his phone rang. A weekend spent in the company of Nietzsche and Sartre is, according to Spencer at least, a weekend well spent. He can feel the relaxation that settles in his bones come crashing down as he phone rings.

Thinking it’s Hotch calling the team in for an unexpected case, Spencer, lethargically, walks over to answer the phone. However, realizing the caller is not his boss pulling him away from a restful weekend, but Y/N, his heart rushes with a sudden urge of excitement.

“Y/N,” Spencer starts. He’s more than happy to have Y/N interrupt his weekend; they even made plans for a day out on Saturday at the new Anthropology museum that opened downtown. But all of Spencer’s made up plans fall in front of his face, as he hears Y/N’s quiet sniffles.

“Spencer, I’m so sorry to bother you. I know that you’re probably enjoying your rest, but I guess I have a cold. One of the kids at school, I suppose,” Y/N tells him in between sniffles. Her voice is scratchy and Spencer tries not to think about how his brain seems to short circuit at the way his name sounds.

“I’m coming over,” Spencer says, cutting her off. He doesn’t like doing that, in fact he hates when that happens to him, but right now he knows that Y/N is going to try her hardest to stop him from coming over.

“No Spence, it’s germs. You hate germs and I’m really gross and snotty and—”

“Stop, Y/N. Don’t say another word. I’m on my way” Spencer says. He feels a little guilty for hanging up on her, but he knows that if he stayed on the line any longer she’d end up convincing him that he didn’t need to rush over. There’s not a lot of people in this world that can convince Spencer to change his mind, and he’s pretty sure that Y/N is one of them.

Spencer walks into his bedroom, looking for some supplies like a man on a mission. He decides to pack a small bag for the next three days. He’s off from work anyway, why not spend that time making sure Y/N gets better. Spencer packs away a couple of sweaters, flannel pajama pants and two thermal shirts. In the back of his drawer he spots a very old college tee shirt.

A memory, an early memory with Y/N, comes flooding to the surface. They got caught in a rainstorm after a picnic in the nearby park. Spencer changed into his comfortable tee shirt and pajamas. He would never forget the look on Y/N’s face; the way the rain collected on her glasses and for some reason she had yet to wipe them off. She called him an angel. Maybe it’s for bringing her some warm clothes or maybe she’s slightly on edge from their dash into Spencer’s apartment. Whatever it was that made her call him an angel, Spencer never wanted her to call him anything else. Besides his own name, in that scratchy sick voice that made him feel a little guilty for liking so much.

Spencer collects some other things he needs for his stay. A toothbrush, toothpaste, a hair brush, and his hair serum that Y/N says she likes the way it smells. When she told him that, Spencer could hardly wait to buy the entire supply from the CVS down the street. He tucks away in this bag with a small smile.

Walking out of his apartment, Spencer locks up and makes his way down to his car. He glances at his watch, realizing that it only took him a couple of minutes to get ready for Y/N. Quicker than what it takes for him to get ready for an emergency case. Then again, tending to a sick Y/N seems much pleasurable then looking at served bodies and mangled limbs.

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After making a pit stop at a small convenience store near Y/N’s apartment, Spencer pulls into the guest parking spot near her complex. He attempts to shoulder the weight of his go bag; even though he only packed a couple philosophy books, they are quite dense. In his hands, he grasps the grocery bags.

Y/N’s apartment, thankfully, is on the first floor. Spencer approaches the door and thinks twice about knocking or ringing the doorbell. The last thing he wants to do is wake a sick Y/N up. He rummages in his pants for his car keys. Attached to the keys is a cat keychain with a spare key to Y/N’s apartment. Balancing the groceries and his own bag, Spencer quietly attempts to open Y/N’s door without possibly waking her up.

Once he finally gets the door open, Spencer realizes all too late that a large orange cat guards the tight hallway entrance. Spencer Reid, though a genius in his own right, is completely aware of the fact that he has two left feet.

“Oh, Zelda! Oh shit!,” Spencer yells as he trips over Zelda, Y/N’s orange cat. Zelda, scared from the noise, leaps from her spot guarding the hallway to the kitchen. Spencer brushes himself from his fall and picks up the groceries that fell during his tumble.

“Zelda, baby?” Y/N calls from what sounds like the couch from the other side of the wall.

“Hi Y/N, it’s just me. It’s just Spencer,” He says, placing the oranges back in his canvas bag and on the kitchen table. He sees Y/N laying on the couch. Surrounded by a pile of crumpled tissues, she smiles weakly at Spencer. He walks over to her and like an involuntary muscle, she scoots her feet so Spencer has room to sit.

Spencer, setting the beg on the floor, tucks Y/N’s legs over his. He rests a comforting hand on her calf that’s covered by a worn quilt.

“You didn’t have to come Spencer. I’m really okay, I just wanted you to know that I wasn’t ghosting you this weekend,” Y/N explains. The TV has been left on, but on mute. The colorful lights illuminate Y/N’s face in her dimly lit apartment.

“Nonsense, Y/N. What are friends for,” Spencer offers, wondering beyond belief if he messed up calling them friends. Their relationship had been quite strange for the past couple of weeks. Intense moments of silence where Spencer thinks he’d have the time to memorize every freckle on her nose or small grazes from fingers to wrists where Spencer swears she left scars that he hope would never heal.

“Friends,” Y/N says quietly. Spencer, offering a tight lipped smile, leans forward to straighten the blankets under Y/N’s chin. He presses the back of his hand towards Y/N’s forehead, feeling her warm skin under his knuckles. He’s not sure if the heat he feels is from her bug or from the adrenaline coursing through his veins at being this close to Y/N.

“You’re hot,” Spencer says, not moving his hand from Y/N’s forehead. She, loving the way his ears turn pink when he’s embarrassed, uncovers her arm from under the blankets and holds onto his wrist, keeping him attached to her forehead. Not that he’d want it any other way.

“So are you,” Y/N says. Spencer flinches and moves his hand from her forehead like she scorched his hand. In reality, her comment pierced his heart with hope.

“How much cough syrup did you take?” Spencer asks, choosing to face the situation with humor. There’s no way in the world Y/N could ever find him “hot” without the aid of cough syrup or another mind numbing substance.

“None,” Y/N says, reaching around to turn off the television. Spencer, getting increasingly nervous as the minutes of that intense silence passed, mentions to Y/N that he needs to put the groceries away.

“You really didn’t need to do that, Spence. I feel bad enough that you came here just to get sick yourself,” Y/N says. She’s folding the blankets that she was just resting under.

“I’ll always come when you need me to, Y/N” Spencer says, his breath catching and his eyes latching onto Y/N. He looks at her too long and there’s that intense silence again. Silence that is as thick as fog. Spencer can’t see facts through all the love that swallows him whole looking at Y/N.

“Maybe I knew that, and maybe that’s why I called you,” Y/N murmurs quietly, almost like she’s more scared to admit it to herself than to Spencer.

“Maybe,” Spencer says, breaking her gaze to put the half melted tub of green tea ice cream in the freezer.

“I think I’m going to shower, I need to put a fresh pair of pajamas on. I’ll be right out,” Y/N tells him, turning on her heel and leaving Spencer along with his thoughts.

Spencer can hear the water from the shower turn on. He estimates that Y/N will take at least 5 minutes in the shower, accounting for a margin of error, he supposes that he should start to heat the soup he bought from the store now, so it’s ready for Y/N when she’s done in the shower. Too bad all Spencer’s brain power is good for his statistics and numbers, not recipes and romance.

As it turns out, not a single statistic, nor a single digit could account for the possibility of Y/N walking out her bedroom, her hair damp and skin practically glowing, wearing Spencer’s worn college tee shirt. Spencer reckons that his eyes must have been bugging out from his head, given the spirited smile Y/N wears.

“I’m sorry, Spence, you know how much I love this tee shirt. I was putting some of your stuff away in your drawer and I saw this and I just couldn’t help myself. God it even smells a little bit like that hair gunk you wear,” Y/N rambles. She stands, leaning on her door frame, staring at Spencer who holds a wooden spoon that he used to stir the soup.

“You look like an angel,” Spencer says before he can stop himself. He just knows that his face is flaming red.

“You remember that?” Y/N asks, her voice light and hopeful. Spencer recognizes something in it. It’s the way his voice sounds when he talks to her, about her, with her. He can only hope that this is the way she always talks to him. He hopes with every fiber of his being that she uses that light and hopeful voice with him and only him.

“Of course Y/N. Then again, even if I didn’t have an eidetic memory, I’d still remember every single detail about you,”

“Now you’re making me feel guilty about stealing your shirt. You’re being all sweet and kind with me, it makes me fuzzy in the head,” Y/N confesses. She walks to her kitchen table, slowly closing the gap between her and Spencer.

“Keep it, it looks better on you anyway,” Spencer tells her. Her eyes grow big at his words and she presses her lips together like she’s holding something in. But something in her switches. Something in her grows a little sad and Spencer watches before his eyes as Y/N withdraws into herself.

“You can’t say that stuff to me, Spencer. You can’t say that stuff to me and not expect me to love you more than I already do,” Y/N says, her eyes shut and her lips pinched so tightly that it almost looks painful.

“Y/N,” Spencer starts, unsure what he’s supposed to say. His brain always seems to be playing catch up around Y/N. “Can I say it if I do love you back?”

Y/N eyes flutter open and narrow at Spencer, as if she’s reading him. Her eyes scan for any sign of a joke, of a prank, of Spencer trying to trick her. Maybe he should be upset that Y/N is doubting him, but all Spencer can feel is hatred for the person that made her doubt herself so much to not believe him.

“I’ve never felt what I feel when I’m with you, Y/N. No one else has made me feel truly me except you, Y/N,” Spencer professes, setting down the wooden spoon on the counter to reach Y/N’s hand.

“I never thought you’d feel the same way, Spence. I love you, God. That feels so good to say,” Y/N says, letting out a strained laugh. Spencer standing up next to her, places his hands on Y/N cheeks, and tries to lean in lower to kiss her, but Y/N’s finger on his lips stops his movement.

“I’m so sorry, I should have asked. I thought that this is-” Spencer stammers, suddenly very concerned that he violated Y/N in some way.

“Shhh, angel. It’s okay. I want you to kiss me. I really do, but I just want you to tell the facts on you getting sick if you kiss me,” Y/N says, not moving her finger from Spencer’s soft lips. He kisses her finger and grasps her hand with his.

“Sorry, I just had to do that,” Spencer smirks, “but to answer your question, unless you have a bad cough, and some of the respiratory mucus has made its way into your saliva, the cold virus will not be transmitted by kissing,”

“That’s good, so please kiss me, Spencer,” Y/N practically begs, eager for Spencer to leave pieces of him all over her. Eager for him to leave physical evidence of the marking he’s already left on her heart.

“You just might have to take care of me next week,” Spencer counters, peppering kisses over her jaw, knowing he’s purposely avoiding her lips.

“Spencer, I’m sick! Don’t tease me, just kiss me,” Y/N whines, and Spencer caves. He leans in slowly, meeting his lips to Y/N’s. It was the kiss that Spencer knew he’d be waiting for. A kiss that seals fate without a return address. A kiss that reminds him that he’s alive. A kiss that says forever and always.

Spencer, resting his chin against Y/N’s head, closes his eyes. The intense silence that existed between them, now is this light and hopeful air.

“Y/N, do you use my hair gunk?” Spencer asks. He can’t help but giggle with her and breathe in the familiar scent of her hair. He places three kisses on Y/N’s head and gently pushes her hair to the side to kiss down the back of her neck.

“I’m not sure what I love more, the smell of your hair gunk or the man that wears it,”

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Where Fairy Dust & Technology Meet

Title: Where fairy dust and technology meet... or, when Penelope Garcia became a real life fairy godmother.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x reader (she/her pronouns)

WC: 2234 AN: Seeing as Penelope’s birthday is never mentioned, in this fic it’s close to Christmas | Special thanks to a Rosie ( @samuel-de-champagne-problems) for helping me come up with the cab number (I wanted a subtle Taylor reference) and the nickname Spence gives her.

Y/N wore her heart on her sleeve, ever the romantic she couldn’t help but fall for the cheesy Hallmark movies, the fantasy-filled Nexflix Christmas movies, and the meet-cute fanfic tropes she loved to read in secret, but, her heart’s desire for finding this caused her to bounce around between different states and countries, always looking for a place to call home.

Spencer Reid was her polar opposite, ever a man of science he had long given up with the idea of finding someone that was written by the stars to be by his side forever.  He had stopped believing in happily ever afters and soulmates not only because science couldn’t back it up but also due to everyone he’s ever lost.   But, what they could both agree on was that one way or another, they owed their happiness to one Penelope Garcia.

It all started one year before Spencer had his heart stolen and held captive by her, after a long conversation with Penelope about long-forgotten dreams, Penelope was left heartbroken that her dear friend had given up on some of the most beautiful dreams his heart longed for. That year for his birthday Penelope gave him a wooden white box with stars, rainbows, and sparkles all around it, along with a note that read, “my sweet friend, from one genius to another, you need to start chasing your dreams instead of letting them shrivel up and die. This box contains all your long-lost dreams we talked about. I hope that you open it every now and then and decide to chase one of them.” Even though Spencer was a man of science he would find a way to move the earth’s equator if it meant making sure his friends were happy, which is why he decided that for Penelope’s he would fulfill as many forgotten dreams as he could.  But, regardless of how hard he tried, two were still impossible for him to achieve.

Dream #12: believe in love again

While Spencer was back in Las Vegas, Penelope was hell-bent on making sure that her best friend had the happy ending he deserved, and with that came a little persuasion, hacking, meddling, and a much needed phone call.

y/n: hello

PG: Hi my sweets

y/n: oh! Penny, hi, long time no see

PG: and that is no fault of mine, now is it? When are you coming home?

y/n: I’m not sure Pen, I’m still looking for my person.

PG: I have the perfe-

y/n: No Pen, you know I refuse to be set up. I want to find the person whose invisible string leads to me. I want the enchanting fairytale that has me believing in sparks flying and dreaming about having 10 children under the starlight.

PG: Fine, come home, just for a week. I miss my best friend

y/n: idk Pen I have a flight for-

PG: I'll pay for the fight home and send a cab to pick you up.

y/n: fine, text me the deets.

PG: YES! I LOVE YOU BYE!

And so, Penelope's plan was set to motion. After receiving very detailed instructions y/n got on a plane back home.

Was what Penelope doing illegal? Perhaps, but she would gladly face the wrath of the FBI again if it meant Spencer and Y/n could fall in love with each other. She knew her plan would lead to a frantic phone call from Spencer, but she also hoped it led her two best friends to true love. With a couple of clicks and two sips of her wine glass, Penelope was able to make sure Reid’s flight was delayed just enough time for him to arrive at the same time as y/n.  And just because no one could ever say no to  Penelope she somehow convinced the cab company to play along by not saying that they knew one cab was picking up two different people.

From PG to y/n: remember cab 713, it will drop you off at my place. Stuck at work, be there soon.

From PG to SR: Boy Wonder, Hotch knows your flight is delayed. Cab 713 has been sent to pick you up and drop you off at FBI Headquarters. Safe flight.

As a tired, y/n was making her way through the airport a frantic Spencer was running towards the cabs, and due to both of them not paying attention to where they were walking, Spencer tripped with y/n’s luggage sending his satchel sliding across the floor while ensuring his lid-less coffee cup drowned y/n in liquid that smelt more like a sugary syrup than strong coffee.

“Absolutely fucking fantastic, can't you watch where you're going?”

“Me? You're the one walking slow. People have places to be you know” he sarcastically replied.

“Just stay out of my way beanpole, you already ruined my morning”

“Gladly Miss Havisham,” an angry Spencer said as he walked off.

It didn’t take long for y/n to spot cab 713 and after placing her luggage on the trunk of the car she gives the diver Penelope’s address, but before the cab driver could drive off the passenger door opened.

“Get out of my cab!”

“Your cab? Beanpole, I was here first”

Spencer closed his eyes and took a deep breath in while placing three of his fingers at the top of his nose before saying, “look here Miss Havisham, I’m already running late, get out of my cab my friend ordered this for me”

“You, have friends” y/n scoffed.

“If I may,” they both paused their spat to look at the cab driver, “it appears that there was a mix-up at the dispatch center if you sir are Dr. Spencer Reid, and you miss are Y/N Y/L/N then I am here to pick both of you up”

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” they both said in unison before accepting their fate of having to share a cab together.

As the cab driver took off Spencer couldn’t help but make her cab trip a little less tolerable,

“By the way Havisham, scientific studies have found that bitterness and anger make you age quicker”

“Well, Dr. Beanpole, I wouldn’t be so angry if you hadn’t spilled coffee all over me now would I?”

And before Spencer could come up with a reply the cab was pulling up to y/n’s destination. Looking up Spencer says, “oh! My friend lives here. She’s actually in the apartment-”

“My condolences to her if she has to deal with you,” She said before slamming the cab door in his face.

“Hey pretty boy, how was your flight?”  Penelope asked.

“The flight itself was great, the cab ride however was a complete disaster”

“Why what happened?”

“Have you read Great Expectations?”

“Once, in college why?”

“Well, I never thought it was possible but I met a real-life Miss Havisham.

At this Penelope couldn't help but snicker. “Boy Wonder, if you always look at the worst of people how would you achieve your 12th dream?”

“Forget about the 12th dream. I give up, Sorry Penelope but some things aren't meant to happen”

BAU was begining to quiet down meaning lunchtime was right around the corner.

“Pretty Boy! We’re going to Chipotle for a quick bite, want to tag along?”

“No thanks Morgan, I’ve had a rough morning. Im going to the bookstore cafe thats by Pen’s to just read for a while.”

“Suit yourself”

From: PG to y/n: I know there’s nothing to eat on the fridge there’s a bookstore cafe around the corner

Y/N: Thanks Pen!

Y/N was never one for snow and cold, which is why she got out of Virginia as soon as she could. She bundled up in her coat and mittens and headed off to find the cafe Penelope texted her about.

“Could I have an Americano with six packets of sugar on the side and a chocolate scone please?”

She immediately froze up, recognizing that voice anywhere, “great, just what i needed” at that he turned around, “no, you can’t be here, this is my favorite place, why?”

“Suck it up, Beanpole”

“That will be $6.00” the barista says to Spencer, “ your name?”

Searching his pocket he realized he forgot his wallet in his messenger bag back that the BAU.

“Shit” he says under his breath, but before he could tell the barista to forget his order y/n spoke up, “i got it! Maybe that could teach him to be nicer, and his name is beanpole”

At this, spencer mumbed a thank you while turning to the barista and adding, “name is Spencer, actually”

“See- im paying so its beanpole” she quickly rebuttled.

Laughing, another barista couldn’t help but say, “have you ever thought about dating? You would make a good couple.”

At this they both scoffed and went their separate ways around the bookstore to wait for their cafe. But, it was lunchtime, meaning the place was crowded, so swallowing her pride she walks up to Spencer, “look, you might not like me but I need a place to eat my panini in peace, if i promise to not call you beanpole can I sit here?”

“Uh– su-sure, if you promise to not be a Miss Havisham anymore.”  At this they both attempted to hold in a laugh.

Having her across from him, Spencer couldn’t help but take in her beauty. Something was tugging him to put his book down and just talk with her.

“So, you live here or are you visiting?”

She looked up, confused and was about to come back with a sarcastic remark but opted not to.

“Oh, um, visiting a friend actually.”

Spencer couldn’t pass up the opportunity, “You, have friends… my condolences to him” he said in a teasing tone.

Her laughter enchanted him, he wanted to be able to hear it everyday. “Her.. actually. Virginia was once my home, but I haven’t had a place to call home in a long time.”

“So, you’re single then?”

“Is this your way to ask me out, beanpole” she teased

“HEY! You promised–” laughing he said, “but, yeah, i guess it is.”

“Meet me at the park saturday at 10 am? Round of chess”

“Oh” her smile drops, “i- don’t know how to play-”

“I’ll teach you”

“Then its a date”

Spencer and Y/N spent hours at the park, talking about anything and everything and as the sun was beginning to set down they had to go back to their reality.

“ I need to go back to my friend’s place, I promised her movie night today”

“It will be hard going back home alone today” Spencer said sadness lacing his voice.

“I’ll walk you to the door”

They began walking to Penelope’s floor, “hey, my friend lives in this floor.. You would like her.”

Spencer growing confused when she stopped at penelope’s door..”your.. Your friend is Penelope?”

“You know Pen?”

The door flies open, “oh your home! Okay I need to know everything, did my hacking work? Are you guys in love yet? Can I plan your wedding? What about an engagement party”

“Pen!” and embarrassed Y/N shouts, “we didn’t even kiss”

“I can fixt that” an amused, incredulous Spencer quickly spoke up, holding her cheeks between his hands and leaning down for a kiss. Penelope holding in a squeal.

As they separated, Spencer couldn’t help but ask, “So y/n have you found a place to call home yet?”  a glimmer of hope reflecting through his eyes.  “No” y/n replied looking down, “not a place, but I might have found someone to call home…in due time” as y/n glances up at Spencer, taking a deep breath, and continues to say, “because Reid, I have a feeling my home will be  wherever you are.”

Four years later

Walking through the threshold of his apartment, now occupied by Luke,  Spencer realized he hadn’t been back since he unofficially moved in with her. Headed to the closet where he left some things for safekeeping, he grabbed the dream box Penelope gave him all those years ago. Chuckling he realized that she was right all along, he had to stop killing his daydreams and start chasing them. As he began to turn around he remembered the second thing he was coming in there for, moving some boxes he found the black velvet box containing his grandmother's engagement ring, putting it in his pocket he heads back to the one person that had managed to make him believe in magic again.

“Did you get it?”

“Yeah, I think she’ll be happy,” he says as he gives her the box Penelope gave him back when they were younger. In it only one slip of paper remained, dream #13 becoming a dad,  adding a checkmark to the piece of paper, and putting inside a positive pregnancy stick she hands the box back to him. Spencer in turn places a onesie inside that reads, baby Reid in need of a fairy godmother…will you be mine?”

Closing the box and putting it in the gift bag he grabs her hand as they both head off to Penelope’s birthday party, but not before looking back to the Christmas tree where he has hidden the engagement ring hoping to ask her in a weeks time.

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Hey everyone! so i’m planning on doing ships again, and then most likely going to get back into writing fanfic again. here’s the fandoms and people/characters i’m intending on writing for! if anyone has any other suggestions though! please let me know!

The Beatles

paul mccartney

george harrison

ringo starr

i’m not too sure about writing for john lennon, though he used to be one of my comfort people back in the day, i’ve obviously matured and learnt of his problematic behaviour, and therefore i’d like to hear other people’s opinions on writing for him before i make any decisions.

Queen

freddie mercury

brian may (MY LOVE🫶🫶🫶)

roger taylor

john deacon

Other Musicians

eddie Vedder

dave grohl

kurt cobain

slash

stevie nicks

elvis presley (and austin butler as elvis)

Criminal Minds

spencer reid

aaron hotchner

derek morgan

emily prentiss

jennifer jareau

penelope garcia

david rossi

elle greenway

Spiderman

tasm!peter (garfield)

spider-man 1,2 and 3 (maguire)

also please note that i don’t write for any other marvel characters!

Actors

adam driver

andrew garfield

borhap cast (gwil, ben, joe, rami and lucy)

Stranger Things

mike wheeler

nancy wheeler

will byers

jonathan byers

joyce byers

jim hopper

eleven/jane hopper

dustin henderson

max mayfield

billy hargrove

steve harrington

robyn buckley

lucas sinclair

eddie munson

Phantom Of The Opera

erik destler (the phantom)

christine daae

raul de chagny

there’s probably so many more fandoms i’m willing to write for, so please send me suggestions🙏🙏

also, as of now, all of my writing will be x reader!

SHIPS AND REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!