#para: spencer

[theameliaxevans]

closed - @spencer-sarmiento

where - ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

Being more of a night owl, it wasn't out of the ordinary for Amelia to be awake after midnight like she was now, absently scrolling on her phone as music played lowly from her record player in the corner. Eventually though, the album finished and as she got up to turn it off and just go to bed for the night since she had nothing better to do, she had thought come to mind, one that had been lingering in her head for days now.

Hesitating for just a second then, Amelia decided to scroll to the new number in her phone before she hit the call button, glancing at the clock on her wall that said 2:20 before the call was answered and she felt a smile already pulling onto her lips, "Hey pretty boy. I'm ready to cash in on that free coffee offer now."

[theameliaxevans]

Amelia didn't date, not really. She flirted and went out with people, she had her fun, but she couldn't even remember the last time she considered a relationship with someone. ..And was she? She hadn't even kissed Spencer yet (nor had he tried anything with her). He was just so...sweet. So kind and happy he was like a goddamned puppy. He was nothing like her... He wasn't broken like she was (even if she liked to believe she hid it well). So why on earth he wanted anything to do with a mess like her she wasn't sure. But when Spencer asked her to go out with him, on a real date, Amelia couldn't say no--because even though they were complete opposites, she liked being around his happiness and his warmth. She didn't want to say no.

So that evening she actually put effort into her appearance, putting on some black tights and a skirt with nice blouse (she even tamed her wild wavy hair for Christ's sake) and she was just zipping up her little boots when she heard the knock on her door and she let out a breath, looking herself in the mirror once more before she headed to the door, unable to help the smile that pulled onto her lips as she saw him there- with flowers... "Hi."

Closed for @theameliaxevans

Spencer hadn’t really been on many dates. He could honestly count how many he’d been on, on one hand. It wasn’t like he slept around a lot nor was he taking a vow of celibacy either, but his training schedules and the fact he was a little absentminded made him dating someone serious not that easy for him. With Amelia, things felt different. She was fun and fiery and he kind of loved that quality. He wanted to know more about her, especially after their first time hanging out at 3 am. It was the spontaneity that sort of made him feel like Amelia was an adventure in human form .

So he bought a new shirt. One with buttons that he had to actually take care of and not throw on the floor, which probably surprised Nina. He put effort into how he looked and went and got her flowers because his step mom had always told him that the bare minimum was not enough when you liked someone. After telling her he was on his way, he stopped off at the dorm and walked up to greet her by knocking on the door.

[cowboytumbleweeds]

Starter For: @gcldenline (Spencer) Location: Skate City

Corey's friends had been trying pretty hard to keep them busy following their mother's recent passing. They'd been throwing their energy into their music as much as possible, at least as far as they could fit it around a day job. Evenings were often busy with an open mic night, band practice, or if they were lucky, a paid show, but Corey could often be found out drinking of having fun. It was the only way they'd stay sane.

"Whose smart idea was this again?" Corey deadpanned, fastening their skates. "I told you I'm not good at this. My limbs are too long. It'll look like a Daddy Long Legs out there. Or like that scene where Bambi is learning to walk."

[alicezhaox]

Who: Alice Zhao & Spencer Lawrence ( @spencerjohnn )

What: Arrival of Baby Lawrence-Zhao

When: December 24, 2023

Where: Various

Notes: pregnancy tw, birth tw

Alice had been waddling around the house, getting everything ready. It was just a countdown now. A few days left until her due date. She still insisted on going out and about but finally agreed to take it a bit easy. She adjusted one of the colorful decorations on the wall.

“How does this look?” She called over to Spencer who she assumed was nearby. Tilting her head, she wrinkled her nose. “Or did I just make more crooked?”

[dipnotski]

Spencer J. Pack – Bitcoin’in Geleceği (2025)

Spencer J. Pack’ın ‘Bitcoin’in Geleceği: İktisat Tarihi Perspektifinden Kripto Para Birimleri’ (‘The Political Economy and Feasibility of Bitcoin and Cryptocurrencies: Insights from the History of Economic Thought’) adlı kitabı, Bitcoin ve kripto paraları iktisat düşüncesi tarihi perspektifinden inceliyor. Kitap, Aristoteles, Smith, Law, Marx, Keynes, Rothbard ve Hayek gibi önemli iktisatçıların…

[sparkedbywishes]

"May I please order an Iced caffè latte? Thank you. Oh. You're welcome. My name is Ashley Spencer, by the way." Ashley Spencer answered.

Princess Astoria Rapunzel is currently working at The Java Lava Coffee House, and she noticed that another customer had just entered The Java Lava Coffee House. ❝Would you like a coffee today? Just let me know if you would like to order something, and I’ll be more than happy to give you what you would be ordering. Thank you. ❞ Princess Astoria Rapunzel asked the other person. @forgottenfriendshipstarters​

[theameliaxevans]

closed - @spencer-sarmiento

where - sharky's

When Amelia first met Spencer, she thought he'd be a one and done interaction, yet here she was, going with him to events and just...thinking about him. A lot. A lot a lot. Dammit. She couldn't even remember the last time she'd gone on a real date with someone--and shit, was this a date? Were they just here as friends? ...Did she just watch someone slap his ass? Amelia was surprised by the wave of jealousy that washed over him, burning and twisting in her belly and she swallowed as she excused herself from the conversation she'd only been half-paying attention to anyways as she instead wove her way through the crowd and made her way back to his side, trying to stamp down the jealousy because it's not like he was hers to get jealous over in the first place.

Right?

"Far be it from me to keep you from spending the rest of your night with someone else if that's what you wanted." She told him, nodding into the crowd where the guy had gone off to.

[cowboytumbleweeds]

Starter For: @gcldenline (Spencer) Location: Swole Mates

"Hey buddy, you done with the leg press?" Carson asked. The other person was hovering around, seeming to be either replying to a text or deciding which playlist he wanted to put on for his workout, unclear if he was actually planning to use the machine or just happened to be nearby. "Because I can hit the rowing machine first if not."

[alicezhaox]

Who: Alize Zhao & @spencerjohnn

Where: Spencer's house, rural countryside

When: May 7, 2023

Notes: Private - not common knowledge

Alice had been feeling a little off for a while now. New York had been filled with wonderful adventures and things had gone well. She and Spencer had done different things around the city, celebrated Spencer's birthday. She groaned to herself and left the bathroom, sliding her feet back fully into her slippers and grabbed her blanket, pulling it over her shoulders, before looking for Spencer in his study.

"Hi, honey," Alice said, moving up to him and pecking his cheek. She wrinkled up her nose slightly. "Can I just stay here with you?" she asked with a slight pout. Pushing her hair behind her ear, she plopped herself in his lap and rested her chin on his shoulder.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "I think... I know why I've been feeling off for the past few weeks..." she said with a deep sigh.

[fairytaleswtm]

"Sure. Uh, I think that I can help you with directions. I have become just a little bit more familiar with this island's locations, and businesses. And my name is Marinette Dupain-Cheng. And what are you trying to find? And it's a pleasure to meet you, Paris Spencer." Marinette Dupain-Cheng responded to Paris Spencer.

“My name is Paris Spencer, and I was just wondering if you could possibly help me with directions?” Paris Spencer asked a person that she is looking at right now. The person is somewhere nearby her. @forgottenfriendshipstarters​

[luveline]

If you have any interest, how about a Spencer blurb where he's off on a case and gets or misses a late night call from the reader and is super worried, only to call them back and find them drunk and missing him. And of course the team rags on him after.

thank u for ur request! fem!reader

Spencer looks down at his phone and goes ghostly white. 

"What?" Emily asks. "They had a sale at Waterstones and you missed it?" 

Spencer clicks a bunch of buttons on his phone and brings it to his ear, crushing limp hair to his neck. "Seventeen missed calls," he says. 

Derek comes to the rescue, though the lightness in his voice is slightly forced, "Don't panic, wonderboy. Who wouldn't be eager to talk to you at… two AM?" 

"Is that the time difference?" Emily asks, leaning forward in concern. 

Even Hotch puts down his pen. The team listens to the phone ring. It loops, loops, loops, and everybody breathes a sigh of relief when you finally answer. If something happened to you Spencer wouldn't survive it. Nor after everything he's already been through. 

"Hey?" he says. There's a gap of silence. "Y/N, are you there?" 

"Spencer!" 

Spencer turns away from the table they've congregated at and looks through the open window at the parking lot, police cars roaming in and out of spaces. "What's wrong?" 

"I miss you so much." 

Spencer's nose wrinkles of its own accord. "Yeah? You sound odd. Are you– are you drunk?" 

Derek laughs. Like marionettes held tight with strings suddenly cut, the team stop their stressing and send each other knowing, amused looks. 

"Just a little bit!" you promise, clearly lying. Your voice catches on the syllables like they're coated in sticky honey, the slightest slurring tripping you up at the end. "We went for– to Chilli's. I had a blooming onion and seven margaritas!" 

"I can tell." 

"I'm really sorry, Spence, I know I'm not s'posed to call when you're away," you begin. 

Spencer glances back. Rossi and JJ have returned with coffee and a late dinner, neither of them bothering to act as though they aren't listening to the conversation. 

"No," Spencer says, turning back around and hunching inward, "that's the opposite of what we talked about, isn't it? You can call whenever you want to, but I can't, you know, always answer. I thought something bad happened. Maybe next time you could text me?" Rather than call almost twenty times and give him a heart attack.

Laughter echoes from behind. They team act like a teasing family sometimes, Spencer their teenage son who's never dated. 

He would fluster if you weren't talking to him in loud but loving tones, "I can barely walk, texting wasn't happening. I'm para-spelgic." 

"You're not," he says, firmly at first. "Are you? Who's with you? Is Rebecca there?" Rebecca being your best friend. Spencer trusts her to take care of you.

"She was, but she said that I– uh… She said I talked about you too much and made her nauseous. I feel kinda sick, too, but I just needed to talk to you, Spence. I miss you. I miss you, are you home soon?" 

"Is Rebecca really not there?" he asks. He thinks about the room full of special agents he's standing in and drops his voice to a murmur. "I miss you too." 

"She's making toast or something." 

"That's good. It'll soak up the margaritas." 

"I don't want toast, I want you! Please come home safe, angel. I really wish you were here to do that thing with my ear." 

Spencer has to give in. You're speaking so loudly it's impossible the team hadn't heard it, but he can't find the will to be embarrassed any longer. You're drunk and ridiculous and all you can think about is him.

"I wish I was home, too. Do I need to worry about you? Make sure you're drinking water, okay? Alcohol makes you dehydrated, you'll get a bad headache." 

"It makes me miss you," you whine. 

He smiles fondly. "There's no cure for that." A door opens over the line. "Is that Rebecca?" 

"Yeah." Murmurings. "She says sorry for letting me get so drunk, but she didn't let me do anything. It's like you always say, Spence, I can do whatever I set my mind to." 

"And you set your mind to getting drunk at Chili's." 

"Exactly!" 

You talk a little more before he hangs up. He knows you're getting taken care of. 

A gaggle of smiling faces greet him as he turns around. "Everything okay, 'angel'?" Derek asks. 

Spencer puts his phone in his pocket. You'll text him in the morning with a hankering for Tylenol and sore eyes, but you'll be fine. "Everything's great." 

[simscici]

Previous / Next Beginning (Gen 8)

Image transcripts (PT):

Touma: Você gosta de café, Sasha? O meu não é tão bom quanto o da minha esposa, mas eu tento.

Sasha: Tenho certeza que deve ser muito bom também!

Sasha: Por falar em esposa… Você é casado com a Tenente Yuna? Vocês foram parceiros de missão.

Touma: Isso mesmo, você realmente sabe muito sobre mim hahaha.

Sasha: Espero que você não ache isso assustador, eu apenas admiro muito o senhor e todo esse caso!

Touma: Fico feliz que os mais jovens apreciem um bom caso, isso faz valer ainda mais o meu trabalho.

Sasha: Capitão, você fala como se fosse um velho hahaha mas é muito jovem e bonito!

Touma: Bom, eu to com um caso recente, é sobre organizações de hackers que vem causando algumas dores de cabeça… Estou nas investigações ainda e por ser algo crucial, não posso incluí-la diretamente, mas eu gostaria de ajuda com a papelada. Passar tudo para o sistema, arquivar, organizar, etc.

Sasha: Organizações de Hackers? Ohh até os crimes estão se modernizando.

Touma: Não é? hahaha Não é de hoje, mas as ocorrências vem aumentando cada vez mais, isso me preocupa um pouco…

Sasha: Pode contar comigo, senhor!

Touma: Perfeito, vejo você mais tarde, então! Agora eu irei voltar ao trabalho e você deveria procurar o Major Spencer, ele ama treinar novatos, ele deve estar na academia.

Sasha: Ok.

Já familiarizado com Sasha, Touma foi abrir o seu novo caso sobre as organizações de Hackers, que vinham cometendo delitos, como atacar organizações e até mesmo o governo. Os poderosos estavam indo a loucura e isso despertou o interesse de Touma por esses grupos.

[museoparticular]

Lilly Martin Spencer - “Joven esposo: primera compra” (1854, óleo sobre lienzo, 74 x 62 cm, Metropolitan Museum, Nueva York @metmuseum Este recién casado vuelve a casa después de hacer la compra en el mercado por primera vez. Es un novato y se le nota. Ha llenado la cesta más de la cuenta y las está pasando moradas para transportar toda la mercancía. Se le acaban de caer unas cuantas verduras y un par de huevos, y está a punto de perder los pollos. Además, se está empapando. Va tan cargado que ni siquiera puede abrir el paraguas para protegerse de la lluvia. Y el paso que está a punto de dar puede ser ya la hecatombe. Tiene todas las papeletas para pisar ese tomate que está en el suelo, resbalar y acabar con el trasero en la acera, para gran regocijo de ese otro peatón que, en vez de ayudarle, se burla de él. Hoy en día, estamos acostumbradas a que los hombres hagan cola en el supermercado, pero en el siglo XIX era bastante raro. De hecho, cuando se expuso este cuadro, la prensa criticó a la artista por mofarse de la inutilidad de los hombres, que ya se sabe que lo hacían todo bien. A Lilly Martin Spencer esto le importaba un pito. Había tomado la decisión de vivir de su arte y su esposo Benjamin Rush Spencer, que fue quien posó como modelo para este cuadro, dejó su carrera profesional para dedicarse a la casa y ayudar a Lilly a conseguir su objetivo. Tuvieron un montón de hijos, pasaron bastantes apuros económicos, se mudaron varias veces, pero Lilly siempre se las arregló para dar de comer a la familia con las ganancias que obtenía vendiendo sus cuadros.

[sparkedbywishes]

"Well, that is shocking to me. The year is 2025 right now, and where did you used to live in, and what time was it before you arrived to this island?" Ashley Spencer questioned.

“Excuse me? Would you mind telling me what year it is right now?” Felicity ‘Félicie’ Milliner asked someone who is nearby her. “I don’t think that I’m in the same time period as this one, you see.” Felicity ‘Félicie’ Milliner added to the person. @forgottenfriendshipstarters​

[marrziy]

Outras listas: HORROR | masterlist . HOT masterlist . HOT!Short masterlist — fandoms . pedidos e funcionamento ~

Esse cantinho é um atalho para todas as minhas obras — encarem-no como uma prateleira de imagines e fanfics. Tudo junto, porém não misturado! As histórias estão separadas por formato, fandom e personagem. Os links serão adicionados logo após as postagens, sempre que possível.

Caso este post se perca no meio de muitos outros, basta passar no meu fixado; vou deixar esta e as demais guias por lá.

Tem muita coisa pré-histórica aqui gente, relevem as mais antigas.

      Wattpad e Pinterest

▶ Challengers (2024)

. Art Donaldson

"HOT!Short #2" — smut

▶ Vermelho, Branco e Sangue Azul (2023)

. Príncipe Henry

"HOT!Short #3" — smut

▶ Marvel (franquia)

. Peter Parker

Tom Holland:

"Vem relaxar de ladinho" — smut

. Tony Stark

"Bilionário ordinário" — smut

. Steve Rogers

"Dura matina" — smut

| ANTOLÓGICAS

"Peters x Male Reader" — smut | 3 em 1

▶ Scream (franquia)

. Ethan Landry

"Eu tirei a virgindade de um assassino?" — smut/dark

. Wes Hicks

"O que acontece à meia-noite?" — smut

| MULTIpersonagem

Billy & Stu "Pertença e obedeça" — dark/sugestivo

▶ O Telefone Preto (2021)

. Finney Blake

"Um dia que vale por todos" — fluffy/angst/dark

▶ Marrowbone (2017)

. Jack Marrowbone

"Decisão de não deixar partir" — angst

▶ Boneco do Mal (2016)

. Brahms Heelshire

"Os bonequinhos de Brahms" — terror/dark

▶ Halloween (franquia)

. Michael Myers

"Pobre Michael" — terror

▶ Outer Banks (2020)

. Rafe Cameron

"Entre tapas, ciúmes e fodas" | parte 1, parte 2, parte 3 — sad/levemente sombrio/smut

"Assopre o pavio" — drama/dark/sugestivo

▶ Euphoria (2019)

. Nate Jacobs

"Somos um ímpar" — dark/angst/sugestivo

▶ Stranger Things (2016)

. Billy Hargrove

"Ebulição" — smut

. Jim Hopper

"Delinquente" — smut

| HEADCANONS

"RAIO-X" — +18

▶ American Horror Story (2011)

. Tate Langdon

"Doente" — dark romance/terror

. Kyle Spencer

"Ele aprendeu a sentir tesão" — smut

▶ The Boys (2019)

| ANTOLÓGICAS

Homelander, Hughie & Billy "Super-ass" — smut | 3 em 1

▶ Supernatural (2005)

. Dean Winchester

"HOT!Short #1" — smut

▶ Hazbin Hotel (2019)

. Lucifer Morningstar

"Afago ao rei deprimido" — romance/sad

★ Dylan O'Brien

"HOT!Short #5" — smut

★ Nicholas Alexander Chavez

"CROSSFoda" — smut

▶ Call Of Duty

. Simon "Ghost" Riley

"HOT!Short #4" — smut

[vicioussimp79]

Cuidarte - S.R

── ☆ spencer reid x bau! reader

Sinopsis: Durante una investigación, la agente de la BAU empieza a cambiar su forma de vestir después de sufrir comentarios inapropiados de un policía local. Spencer Reid, siempre atento, nota la diferencia y no puede evitar preocuparse. Al final del caso, Hotch le revela que el policía fue despedido, pero Spencer sigue cerca de ella, mostrando un apoyo silencioso que comienza a hacerlat sentir algo más que gratitud. Entre miradas y gestos, una conexión inesperada florece.

Advertencias: ninguna

n.a: 925 palabras

Request: si/no

spencer reid masterlist / criminal minds masterlist / masterlist

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆:

El caso en el pequeño pueblo estaba por fin terminado, y el equipo de la BAU ya se preparaba para regresar al avión. Aunque la tensión por la investigación había cesado, algo seguía en el aire, algo que Spencer Reid no lograba sacarse de la cabeza. Desde hacía unos días, había notado algo extraño en tu actitud, algo que no podía dejar de analizar.

No es que se preocupara por ti de manera especial... Bueno, sí lo hacía. Siempre lo había hecho, pero últimamente se sentía un poco más consciente de tus movimientos, de cómo te vestías y de los pequeños cambios que habías hecho. El vestido ajustado que habías usado el primer día ahora había sido sustituido por ropa más holgada, más discreta.

Una tarde, mientras todos estaban ocupados revisando los informes del caso, Spencer decidió acercarse a ti. Se sentó en la silla vacía junto a la tuya, mirando hacia la ventana del avión, pero su mente estaba completamente en ti. Finalmente, no pudo evitarlo más.

—¿Todo bien? —su voz suave cortó el silencio entre ustedes, un tono lleno de preocupación que no intentaba disimular.

Tú levantaste la vista del libro que tenías entre las manos, sorprendida por la cercanía. Al principio, no sabías si querías compartir lo que había estado pesándote, pero cuando viste sus ojos —esos ojos tan atentos, tan empáticos— supiste que no había forma de ocultarlo. El nudo en tu garganta era demasiado grande, y su presencia te brindaba la seguridad que necesitabas para hablar.

—Hay algo… —empezaste, tus palabras un poco titubeantes—. Un policía del pueblo… me hizo algunos comentarios sobre mi ropa, sobre cómo me veía. No me sentí cómoda, así que empecé a cambiar mi estilo, por eso ahora llevo ropa más holgada.

Spencer frunció el ceño, y tú pudiste ver la ira y la preocupación en su rostro, como si esas palabras lo lastimaran a él también. No te gustaba ver esa expresión en él. Sin embargo, sentías que había algo más, algo más profundo en su reacción que solo la molestia por lo que había sucedido.

—¿Y por qué no me lo dijiste antes? —preguntó con suavidad, sus ojos fijos en los tuyos, como si estuviera intentando entender todo lo que habías pasado en ese corto periodo de tiempo.

—No quería que te preocuparas —contestaste rápidamente, sin poder mirar directamente sus ojos—. No quería que Hotch o el resto del equipo se enteraran de esto. No quería llamar más la atención.

Spencer suspiró, pero no de frustración, sino de comprensión. Su mirada se suavizó, y sus labios se curvaron en una pequeña sonrisa que intentaba ser reconfortante.

—Sabes que puedes hablar conmigo sobre cualquier cosa, ¿verdad? —dijo, su tono más cálido, más cercano—. No tienes que lidiar con esto sola.

El silencio que siguió fue cómodo, pero había algo más flotando en el aire entre ustedes. El murmullo del avión, el sonido de las conversaciones a lo lejos, todo parecía desvanecerse mientras sus ojos se mantenían fijos en los tuyos. Sentías su presencia, más cerca que nunca, como si cada palabra que dijera tuviera el poder de calmarte. En ese momento, te diste cuenta de lo mucho que lo apreciabas, lo mucho que su cercanía significaba para ti.

Finalmente, el equipo se acomodó en sus asientos, y Hotch te hizo un gesto para que te acercaras a él. Spencer te observó con un brillo protector en sus ojos mientras te alejabas. Cuando Hotch te llamó, sentías una mezcla de incomodidad y alivio. Sabías que, de alguna manera, la situación no había terminado aún.

Ya en el avión, Hotch se sentó frente a ti, su tono serio.

—Necesito hablar contigo —dijo, y tú inmediatamente sentiste un nudo en el estómago. Era como si pudieras anticipar lo que venía.

—¿Sobre qué? —preguntaste, intentando parecer lo más tranquila posible.

Hotch no dudó ni un segundo. —El oficial del caso… lo han expulsado de su puesto. Mis jefes ya están al tanto de lo que pasó, y tomaron las medidas necesarias.

Tu respiración se detuvo por un instante, y aunque intentaste esconder tu sorpresa, Hotch notó la incomodidad en tu rostro.

—¿No lo sabías? —preguntó, mirándote con cierta calma.

Negaste rápidamente, aunque sabías que ya no podías ocultar lo que sentías. —No… No tenía idea.

Hotch asintió, un atisbo de comprensión en sus ojos. —No tenías que pasar por eso, no de esa manera —dijo, mirando también a Spencer con un ligero gesto de aprobación. "Gracias por estar ahí," pareció decir con ese gesto silencioso.

Spencer, aunque con una pequeña sonrisa, no dejó de mirarte, casi como si quisiera asegurarse de que estabas bien. Su presencia, más que nunca, te hacía sentir que no estabas sola en esto, que él estaba allí, dispuesto a cuidarte, aunque fuera de la manera más silenciosa y sutil.

El resto del vuelo pasó en un suspiro. El equipo estaba relajado, finalmente libre del peso del caso, pero para ti y Spencer, había algo más que se tejía lentamente entre las palabras no dichas y las miradas cargadas de comprensión.

Antes de que el avión aterrizara, Spencer se inclinó hacia ti una vez más, esta vez de manera más casual, pero todavía cargado con la misma intensidad que no podías ignorar.

—Te prometo que, pase lo que pase, no tienes que cambiar quién eres. Eres perfecta tal y como eres.

Y esa simple afirmación, dicha en el tono más sincero, hizo que una pequeña chispa de emoción recorriera tu pecho, como si finalmente hubieras encontrado la calma en medio de todo el caos.