criminal minds
supernatural
harry potter
divergent
stranger things
law and order: special victims unit
criminal minds
supernatural
harry potter
divergent
stranger things
law and order: special victims unit
Request: @avis-writeshq says -
HELLO HELLO jumping on your 2k celebration reqs because 2K OMG SO DESERVED ‼️🫶
may i perhaps request a spencer reid x fem!reader fic please 🥹 maybe him post prison w new reader and she follows him around everywhere because she’s just instantly enamoured to him 🤭
thank you so so much lovely and congrats again !!!
Description: thirteen years in the fbi and ten weeks in prison does a number on Spencer, only when he arrives back in the office he meets the sunshine rookie that seems rather taken with him.
word length: 2.6k (this really ran away from me)
warnings: post-prison Reid, slightest age gap, Spencer dealing with coming home from prison, gun shooting?
authors note: hosier's new song 'Too Sweet' + post-prison reid is a need, not a want.
He smelled her french vanilla perfume before he even knew she was there. But then again, it was all he could smell the minute she waltzed into the office with a tray of coffee, like someone had stuck a sweet dessert in the oven and baked it on full.
“Good morning!” She chirped, winding an arm over his shoulder and setting down a take out cup and a little chocolate donut on his desk, “Pen said you like chocolate, and I mean who doesn’t like chocolate, right?”
She was potent when she was so close to him, and in one single breath he caught a whiff of her shampoo, before she had flitted over to her side of the desk that sat opposite his, where Morgan once sat. Noticing his hesitance, mistaking it for discontent she paused, almost spilling her own beverage over the potted plant she kept by her keyboard, scrambling to set it on the surface.
“Y-you do like chocolate right? I mean they had strawberry too, I can switch yours with JJ’s, I’m sure she wouldn’t mind-” She splurged, and her face was much too worried considering it was a matter of a donut, particularly considering he was already eying up the way the thick chocolate was melting in the pastry bag.
“Chocolate is great, I love…” He held up the bag to read the label with squinting hazel hues, “Cocoa Caramel delight,”
He had never heard of it.
this is so cute!
Slow down, it's ok. Very few things in life are absolute
Deadlines can be flexible, career paths are flexible, relationships become close and far and close again, it's all going to be ok
“good morning, dear.”
that’s the first thing you hear when you wake up on a later than normal morning. the team has some time off that hotch is forcing them to take, so naturally, you and spencer got to sleep in.
rubbing the bleariness of sleep from blurring your eyes, you peek past the comforts of the comforter to see spencer coming back into the room, mug of coffee and a book in hand.
“morning, baby,” you yawn back to him, stretching your arms above your head as you sit up and stretch out your stiff muscles.
the man sets his mug and book on the nightstand and gets back into bed, tucking sock-clad feet beneath the assortment of blankets cocooning the pair of you. spencer leans over and gives you a kiss, totally ignoring the morning breath you’re sporting. you’re realizing that he’s been up for a while ~ he’s brushed his teeth and the taste of coffee and sugar on his lips is much too strong for this to have been his first cup.
“any plans for the day?” you ask him, quirking an eyebrow at him as you reach up and smooth back his unruly hair. he gives a slight laugh before catching your hand in his, giving it the slightest kiss on the knuckles before shaking his head in response.
“absolutely nothing.”
prompt list by @novelbear
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"I NEED YOU CLOSE AT ALL TIMES" PROMPTS * assorted dialogue for protective moments, adjust as necessary
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hello all!
i just wanted to make an official post to say that REQUESTS ARE OPEN !
i write for criminal minds, supernatural, law and order: special victims unit, stranger things, harry potter, and divergent!
please please please send in requests, i’m happy to be writing again!
You and Spencer get a surprise beyond your wildest dreams.
who? spencer reid x fem!AFAB!reader category: fluff (hurt/comfort a little bit) content warnings: oh geez. pregnancy, periods, weight, medical inaccuracy, cryptic pregnancy, traumatic birth, NICU, hospitals, maybe a little ooc i'm not sure, breastfeeding, reader is running solely on oxytocin, crying. word count: 6k a/n: does anyone else have an irrational fear of this? is it just me? that's why i wrote this anyways. also i wrote this MONTHS ago so if it's bad i'm not culpable. (yall voted for unhinged fluff, here it is) anyways i'm calling this part of my "spencer reid dilf agenda".
him
In his work life, Spencer faced fear every day – that was part of the reason he loved life with you so much. The two of you had just moved to your first house together and were still unpacking boxes when he was called away to upstate New York for a case.
You weren’t frustrated with him; you merely kissed him and encouraged him to go save the day.
So, when he told you last night that you must’ve hurt your back trying to move the couch, he didn’t think anything of it. He just told you to rest and to let him know how you were doing in the morning, but when the morning came, there was a break in the case. Spencer had completely forgotten that he was expecting your call.
As the team waited in the police precinct, he didn’t wonder why Hotch answered a phone call and furrowed his brows at Reid until he called him over to talk in private.
For once, his overactive mind went blank when Hotch explained to him that you were in the hospital and that he should call your best friend, Ivy.
this is precious !
Morgan, picking up the phone while not looking: Hey baby girl, tell me something I wanna hear.
Hotch, deadpan: There’s been another homicide, chocolate thunder.
Some of my favorite faith!Dean shots but slightly edited because the early seasons might as well have been filmed in black and white
i love my men pathetic and dying
'“Are we not going to address the elephant in the room here?” Morgan interrupted Garcia’s rundown when his concern finally reached a peak with the addition of a photo of the final body to the screen, face turned away from the camera and so, so easy to imagine as being someone else. A particular someone else that Morgan would rather die than allow to end up like the man in the photo.
“These guys all look like Reid. He fits the victimology exactly.”'
The BAU interrogate an unsub whose victims all share a striking similarity to Reid. Morgan isn't pleased about the method they employ.
massive slay
and very, very often, self care is not plants and ice rollers and fluffy blankets of peace.
it’s standing over your kitchen sink and crying while doing the dishes because you just want to go back to bed but the dishes need done. and you don’t know why you’re crying but you're trusting you need it. and you aren’t listening to the music that pulls you into a spiral; you’re listening to some cheerful shit your friend sent you. it’s getting up and staring at your fridge and closing your eyes and then cooking yourself food even though you hate it and it’s miserable. because you know that you’d cook for your friend, and you are trying to befriend yourself. it’s dragging yourself into the shower because you know you’ll feel better afterwards. it’s doing mundane tasks with patience, cursing under your breath, trying desperately to give yourself grace. grace is the beginning of care. care is the beginning of love.
we think it’s supposed to be peace and yet the most powerful self care moments are when we hate everything but especially ourselves. and life does not feel worth the loving. to look into that pain and yet choose to care for yourself in however many pieces you are — that is care. love. grace. trust. belief. it hurts because it’s love where there was no love before. it heals because it believes there will be love, one day, soon.