You and Spencer Reid work as profilers for the BAU. You have been in some sort of relationship for a while. When a case brings you to Chandler, Arizona to find a serial Valentine’s Day killer, you find that you look a lot like the victims. When you become a victim, will Reid and the team be able to find you before it’s too late?
I'm back with a request! 😊 After reading your fics again because I needed them in my life today, they make me smile. Could you do a request where the reader is a friend of Penelope's and she drags her to the office with her one day because the reader has been stressing over graduate school assignments and deserves a much needed break, and Spencer has a crush on her from what Penelope has told the team about her and asks her out?
My Savior with the Awkward Behavior
Contains: Sort of a POV from Penelope, but not really. It’s an introduction to *you*, sort of in the POV of a criminal minds episode.
Really Contains: Fluff, sassy spencer, and…more fluff. Crappy writing by me per usual.——Penelope, in her own little wonderland filled with a multitude of screens, miscellaneous bobble-heads and colorful sparkly pens with giant balls of feathers, was not uncharacteristically excited. The beautiful, blonde, perfect and pleasantly plump woman always dressed to the ten’s, but today she was a perfect 15.
She wore a dress, the top half being a black, and off-the-shoulder with the sleeves reaching to her elbows. The bottom half was a black and white, floral print skirt, that stopped at her shins. Black heels, a stylish pair of 60’s themed cat-eye glasses, her usual exquisite make-up, and a white rose pinned to her hair accompanied her. When she walked into the BAU that morning, the team seemed a little surprised. Of course it was no surprised that she was dressed up, the shock was that she was just…more extravagant than usual.
“Hey pretty mama, what’s the occasion?” Her delicious chocolate confidant had questioned her as she walked in that morning. “Don’t tell me you’ve been seeing someone else. Tell me, how could he be more appealing than me? I’m smart, charming, handsome- of course, strong, fast, c'mon baby girl the list goes on.” He teased her, making her roll her eyes playfully.
She was about to answer, but she noticed an all-too familiar ‘Hotch Glare’ before he had called everyone into the round room. -
Having a case that was in Quantico was bittersweet. There’s no flight there and back, but there is still the crime, and all the people that suffered from it. Today, another order of child kidnapping, with a creepy insane unsub, and a side order of ‘hero-complex’ due to the extra amount of family divorce problems the little girl suffered.
Mostly everyone was tired and exhausted, and Garcia now needed a drink more than ever. A numbness for all the emotional pain she had gone through. She was glad she was finally meeting her friend tonight. The evening would be filled with lots of wine, talking, and boisterous laughter.
As Penelope was walking out, she heard Morgan call out for her again. “You still haven’t told me where you’re going.” He smiled, waiting for Spencer to finish packing his messenger bag.
“You are as nosy as you are handsome. If you must know, I’m going to meet a friend of mine.” She flipped her curly blonde hair over her shoulder, a hand resting on her hip.
“But it’s not a date.” Spencer observed, noting that her make-up was darker, and more of it ((not in a slutty way because Penelope is WAYY to beautiful to be implicated as anything but a fallen angel)) showing she was confidant and dressing more for herself than a man. Which indicates one thing…Girl’s Night.
“Whose the lucky lady?” Morgan chuckled, watching Garcia huff with a style close to exasperation.
“It’s my friend Y/n. We grew up together, and even after my parents died and I was into my dark place she stayed with me. I don’t get to see her much anymore because she’s working on her graduate assignments.” Her eye caught the stack of books Spencer was shoveling into his bag. “Omg! Lightbulb! I can’t believe I’ve ever thought of this before! She’s smart, you’re smart, she’s single, you’re single…..” She finished her sentence with Jazz hands.
“Cute stuff, I don’t need a da- oh. You’re talking about Pretty Boy.” Morgan chuckled heavily. “There you go Reid, your very own matchmaker.” Spencer’s cheeks pinked at that, causing Penelope’s smile to grow wider.
“No like, you two would be perfect together! She’s really smart, some of her stuff has been published before! It even sounds god together, Y/n and Spencer.”
“Um, I don’t think that you’ve thought about this for more than 20 seconds.” Spencer tried wriggling out of the uncomfortable situation. “Besides, she probably does have a boyfriend and last time I checked Girl’s Night was about the girls, not a guy, and women- excluding prostitutes- aren’t that comfortable with me anyway so I don’t think-”
“Alright, aright, I’ll relent. For now anyways.” She tool a few steps, the click of her heels thumping on the carpet of the bullpen. “But this isn’t over lover-boy. Not even close.”-
(Your POV)
Over the next few days, your phone lit up with facts about Spencer Reid, a man your friend Penelope worked with and had talked about the other night when you came into her town. Texts like:
“He’s super cute.”
“Brilliantly smart, like 15 Einstein’s combined.”
“He has pet fish, so he likes animals.”
“He’s really good with kids ;)”
And other things like that. At any other time, the whole thing wouldn’t have bothered you, and if you paid closer attention to the texts, you’d probably have wanted to meet him, but you were wayyyy to stressed with your assignments that had been piled on recently.
After an hour, you threw all your papers all over the wall, practically ripping your hair out as well. This school was going to kill you with all the reading you had to do. You received another text message from Garcia, and without a second thought called her.
“Oh, hey y/n, what’s up?” She asked weirdly, wondering why you called instead of just simply texting back. You, in frustration and stress, let a sob escape from you, immediately drawing concern from her. “Y/n, what’s wrong? Are you okay?”
“I can’t handle all of this. It’s too much for me. Can we please hang out soon?” You asked, jaw clenching. “My assignments are literally sucking the life out of me.”
“Of course! Yeah!” She paused for a moment. “Why don’t you stop by my workplace, bring your assignments, and then I’ll help you so you can relax?” You sighed tiredly, looking at the mess you had created.
“Yeah….yeah I guess I can do that.”-
(3rd person POV)
“I’ve said it before, I’m telling you, there actually not that many scientific errors in Star Trek!” Reid persisted, taking a sip of his coffee. Morgan rolled his eyes and held up his hands in a 'I surrender’ manner.
“And as i’ve told you before, I’m not arguing with you! We’ve had this conversation so many times.” Morgan’s eyes flickered up and he stopped, making Spencer, who was sitting on Morgan’s desk, turn around. He noticed you, standing by the front doors, holding a bunch of textbooks and clearly looking for someone. He slid off the desk, setting his mug down and walking over to try and help you.
'May I help you?“ He asked, and you smiled slightly embarrassed and uncomfortably.
“Uh yeah, hopefully. I’m looking for Penelope Garcia, she aid she would meet me here. Obviously, she has not so I guess I’ll have to wait here.” You adjusted your grip on the textbooks you were holding trying to make sure you wouldn’t drop them.
“I can take you to her office if that would help.” He offered, thinking about how heavy of a load you were carrying. You nodded, glad for the assistance.
“She has a nice set-up.” You commented, seeing all the knick-knacks and fairy lights along with the millions of screens that covered one wall. You set your books down on the desk, pulling up a chair next to the one you assumed was hers.
“She says she likes to distract herself from the horror she sees on her screen.” Spencer looked at the titles of the textbooks, information springing into his head relating to the topics. He saw you start taking out your assignments and took that as his cue to leave when he heard you sigh with frustration.
“Do you- I don’t mean to pry- but would you like some help? Just until Garcia comes back.” He turned back around, fiddling with his hands slightly. You smiled exasperatedly, more in a sarcastic way.
“Is it that obvious? Ugh, you think that if I was smart enough to make it into Grad School I’d be smart enough to be able to pass it.” You ran your fingers through your hair, wanting to practically rip it from your skull.
“If it helps half of all Grad School students actually graduate, STEM subjects 66%, MBA programs 86%.” Spencer supplied, his confidence going downhill when he noticed you raised your brows skeptically. “Well, um, I guess I’ll leave you alone then.” He turned to the door, aiming to walk back to his desk.
“Wait!” You sighed. Being rude wasn’t going to help you, if anything it would make it worse. Isolation was *not* something you needed. “I’m sorry. Being stressed out kind of makes being polite a challenge. If you have any information to provide that would help me with this, I would appreciate it greatly.” He turned back around, sitting down next to you.
“I’m Spencer Reid.” He introduced himself. You realized that this was the man Penelope had been pushing you to.
“Y/n Y/l/n.”
Little did you know that this had been Garcia’s plan all along, 'fortunately’ for her, and the rest of the team, the ground coffee beans had run out from the break room, so she offered to get some more. Only the best for the team right?-
“Wait, so exactly /how/ many PhD’s do you have?” You asked incredulously, head in your hands. It had been a little while, filled with you two talking and finishing the assignments, you started to realize that
“3. Along with 3 BA’s.”
“Not that you’re bragging right?” You elbowed him softly. You looked back down to your assignments, shuffling through the books and papers realizing your work was done. You smiled in relief, leaning all the way back in your chair. “I could never have done this without an aneurism if it wasn’t for you, you’re practically my savior.”
“The term 'My Savior’ is commonly used in novels referring to damsels in distress, really it wasn’t a big deal.” He waved it off, biting his lip. “You know some foods for being stressed are, green leafy vegetables, turkey breast, and his restaurant just a bit out of town- near you actually, has an excellent preparation of salad, turkey, yogurt, oatmeal, salmon, and other de-stressing meals if you want to try that out sometime.” He offered.
“Thank you, but I feel like I would have a better time if you would accompany me. Would you?” You asked, eyebrows raising and smirking slightly.
“That would be- that would be lovely.” You saw his cheeks flush slightly, nerves near the corners of his mouth indicating we was fighting back a smile.
“Don’t let it get to your head Doctor, I’m only after you for your brain.” You teased, kissing his cheek and picking up your books, walking out. He seemed fazed for a moment, before running after you.
“I’ll grab your books for you!” He called out behind you, causing you to chuckle.
From across the bullpen Morgan sighed, causing Tara to look at him in question. “What is it?” She asked, watching him shake his head, even more confused when he started laughing under his breath.
“I see two idiots disguised as genius’ falling in love, and they don’t even realize it yet.” He replied. Tara thought for a moment before shrugging.
“Maybe I should have Penelope set me up.”—-
(My favorite thing is a flustered/Love sick!Spencer with a Confident/Sassy! Reader))
-Also, I will not stop writing Morgan in my fics, and depending on Season 12, that is how my fics will remain.-
I made this so long I’m sorry
Draco who was worried for his son. Draco who was a grieving mess. Draco who would not - could not - accept that Voldemort was back. Draco who was defensive about his Dark Mark. Draco who lost the love of his life. Draco who defied his parents to be with her. Draco who would sell his soul to have one more minute with her. Draco who didn’t care if the Malfoy name ended with him. Draco who once used to wear that name as a crown. Draco who had a time turner but never used it to bring back his wife because he understood the consequences. Draco who went to talk to Harry because Scorpius was upset. Draco who couldn’t understand his son but desperately wanted to. Draco who hid away his son to protect him. Draco who was and is lonely. Draco who was envious of the golden trio’s friendship. Draco who had a tentative understanding with Harry. Draco who wasn’t happy in the alternate reality. Draco who hoped that Lucius liked a world without Voldemort. Draco who gave Scorpius awkward one-armed hugs. Draco who slipped but picked himself up. Draco who mostly just wanted to be happy.
if you follow the paintbrush with your eyes while not moving your head, it forces you to use emdr which is a therapeutic technique to calm anxiety/panic. watching fish swim causes the same effect.
I HAVE BEEN WAITING SINCE FOREVER FOR THIS TO BE ON MY DASHBOARD AGAIN
Reblogging for all my followers with anxiety or stress :) it helps me too
Waltz #2
What I have so far, many parts/chapters to come!
Series Summary - You are a hunter, you’re best friends with Dean and Sam Winchester. You guys live together at the bunker. Everything is great, when one day Castiel , the angel, comes to the bunker. He’s shocked to see you. You’ve never seen him before in your life. What’s going on? How come Castiel has this look in his eye, he acts strange around you. Something’s going on, but you just don’t know what.
Characters : Reader, Castiel, Sam, Dean, Gabriel
Relationships : Castiel X Reader, a little tiny bit of Sam X Reader
Everyone stop. Stop what you’re doing and listen.
so… you know how in like 90% of zombie fiction it’s bites that kill you and make you a zombie, right?
okay so
i want you to get anything denim from your house and just fucking bite it. bite it as hard as you can
chances are you can’t bite through the denim very well
so, here’s what i’m thinking:
zombie apocalypse?
all-denim outfit.
the anti-zombie juniform
even in a zombie apocalypse you’re not catching me wearing a double denim
not your problem, anymore.
Imagine Castiel seeing your dead body.
"I wish we could go back to when we were happy." Murphy x Reader
You and Murphy were… complicated, to say the least. Things had moved too quickly and became too serious all too fast and it just kind of broke far sooner than either of you would’ve liked. You loved him and he loved you, you knew that, but you couldn’t handle the fighting, the jealousy, the everything.
Murphy groaned, running a hand through his hair, “What can we do?”
You shrugged, “Can we do anything?” Silence fell over you both for a long time until you mumbled, “I wish we could go back to when we were happy.”
He sighed, “Yeah… me, too. I am happy when I’m with you. Whenever I’m around you, I’m always happy… I don’t want to lose you, (y/n). Please tell me that I’ve not already lost you.”
"I love you" with Murphy from the 100 please? (:
Thanks for the request! :)
Fandom: The 100Pairing: Murphy x Grounder!ReaderWarnings: None, but there is trigedasleng for a tiny bit.
I waslaying in the dropship, next to Murphy as Thelonious had went outside to be byhis son’s grave.
“(Y/N).” Murphy had whispered from nextto me.
“Yes?” I replied.
“Nothing.”
“Nothing? Murphy, what is it?”
Murphy x reader
Reader gets injured in the woods and Murphy protects and cares for her. Fluff in the end:)
“No. No way! I refuse.” You scoffed and folded your arms across your chest. “Come on Y/N, just go with him. It will be fine.” Bellamy countered, staring down at you and smiling at your pouting face. “No Bellamy! I’ll go on my own. I can handle myself.” You turned around and began to pack your things in a backpack to get ready to go. You were headed into the woods to hunt and scout, and Bellamy wanted you to go with Murphy. There was no way you were going to go anywhere with him.
“Y/N…Murphy is going with you. Get over it.” Just as Bellamy turned around to leave, you grabbed your things and bolted to the gate. If you left before anyone saw you, you could go alone and…“Y/N! Where do you think you’re going huh?” Murphy.
“I’m leaving to go hunt. Alone.” He began to laugh as he ran up to walk by your side. “Yeah ok you do that. I’ll just come with you.”
“You realize I don’t want you to come right?”
“Yep I do. And guess what, I’m stubborn as hell so I’m not taking no for an answer.”
You sighed and began to walk deeper into the woods. It’s not that you didn’t like Murphy per say, you weren’t sure how you felt about him. But you knew one thing, you felt strange around him, uneasy and nervous. Yes he was gorgeous but he made you feel different. Good or bad you didn’t know yet.
You were drawn out of your thoughts by cracking sounds behind you. You turned around and glared at Murphy, as he was stepping on every possible stick. “Murphy!” You whispered as loud as you could. “Yes princess?” He smiled at you and flipped his knife around in his hand. “You have to be quiet! I don’t want any grounder hearing us or animal running away.”
“Sweetheart I’m the definition of quiet.” He continued to step on sticks and leaves, making more sound than you thought possible.
“Ha! Yeah ok. Just-” You were cut off by searing pain in your thigh as an arrow speared into your leg, causing you to cry out and fall to the ground. Murphy was on top of you in a heartbeat, “Don’t move.” With that, he stood up and ran behind a group of trees. You looked down at your thigh and flinched at the sight of the arrow sticking out of it, blood beginning to seep through. In the distance, you heard fighting mixed with grunting. Murphy had snuck up on the grounder, a scout, and had tackled him to the ground.
You sat up as best you could and watched as Murphy and the grounder fought, throwing punches and grabbing at each others necks. You’re heart was pounding and you were scared…scared for Murphy. Finally, Murphy found a large rock on the ground and bashed the grounder over the head, knocking him out immediately. Murphy ran over to you and crouched down, cupping your face his in hands and looking into your eyes. He noticed you were shaking and probably looked pretty freaked out. “Hey it’s ok..cmon I’m gonna get you outta here. We don’t have far to go.”
He picked you up bridal style, being very careful of your thigh, and began to walk back towards camp. The problem was, you were about 4 miles away, definitely far to go, compared to what he said. You had walked about half a mile with frequent rests for both your sakes when he stopped and placed you on a large rock. He walked away and into the woods. “Murphy where are you going?”
“Hang on, I’ll be right back.” A few seconds passed and you heard a door creak open and slam on the ground. He came back towards you “Ok c'mere,” he picked you up again and walked over to a large door in the ground. “What is this?”
“It’s a shelter of sorts. I found it the other day and hadn’t had a chance to come back. It will be safe for the night.” Murphy slowly lowered you down onto the ladder and you hobbled down it as best you could. When you hit the floor, you let out a yelp and fell to the floor, blood covering your leg. He jumped into the shelter and was at your side and immediately began inspecting your leg.
“I have to take the arrow out…” You began to shake because of the adrenaline, shock, and pain. A bad combination. “Ok just do it quick.” You’re eyes began to fill with tears threatening to spill over the edge. He looked at you and smiled, but his eyes were filled with worry. “Ready?”
“As I’ll ever be.” Murphy lightly gripped the arrow and pulled it out of your leg quickly and cleanly. You screamed and grabbed onto him, tears now streaming down your face. “Hey hey it’s ok. Shhhhh. I got you. I know, I’m sorry. I got you.” He lifted you and walked over to a couch and laid you down. Murphy walked around the shelter for about a minute before he came back to your side and knelt down. “Lucky for you, I found some medicine. Deep breath.” He poured the medicine into your leg, making you scream into your hand. He quickly ripped off a part of his shirt and wrapped it around your thigh tightly.
“You alright princess?” He finished wrapping you leg and began to run soothing circles above and below the gash. “Mhm,” you could barely form words for fear of crying or sounding pathetic.
He moved back a few feet and sat on the floor facing you with his back against the wall. You were in so much pain and couldn’t help the tears. Murphy looked at you and smiled “Did I ever tell you about the time I broke my arm?” He smiled at you and ran his fingers through his hair. “No.” You choked out. “Will you tell me?”
“I was six. I was running down the halls of the ark chasing a friend and wasn’t really paying attention to my surroundings…they had just cleaned the floor and one spot was soaking wet. So I went sprinting through the water, which caused me to completely wipe out, and fly into a garbage can. The contents fell all over me, including the can which landed on my arm, breaking my radius.”
You couldn’t help but smile and laugh at his story and the picture of him in your head. He laughed along with you, “There, there’s that smile I love.”
You both contributed to talk for a few hours, telling stories and laughing about funny moments. After a while, you began to fall asleep, you’re eyes becoming very heavy and falling closed. However, you couldn’t stay asleep for more than 20 minutes because of the position you were in and the pain. You signed loudly and tried to roll over but moaned at the pain radiating from your leg, Murphy woke up immediately, “You okay over there?”
“No. It hurts too much. I can’t sleep.” He slowly stood up and made his way over to the couch you were on. You eyed his movements, curious as to what he was going to do. “Move over sweetheart.” Murphy tapped your shoulder and you sat up, giving him room to slide in behind you and bend his legs next to yours. He pulled you back to rest against his chest, your head just below his chin. “Better?” You signed and he wrapped his arms around your waist. “Very much so. Thank you.”
“You know Y/N, I’m sorry for how I act around you at camp. I just get nervous and can’t think.” You were pretty surprised at his confession and wondered why he decided to tell you. Thinking back, usually Murphy would give you sarcastic comments or mess with you alot, neither things ever really bothering you. “Why would I make you nervous? It’s just me.”
“Just you? God Y/N, you are you, that’s the problem. You drive me crazy! Your laugh, your eyes, your legs. You’re so beautiful..it’s like I can’t concentrate when I’m around you. My feelings for you cloud my speaking abilities.” He smirked and shook his head, moving his arms to wrap around you tighter. Your heart beat faster and you felt your face flush red. “You have feelings for me?” You whispered, leaning your head back to look up at him. He leaned down and looked you in the eyes “Of course I do. You’re amazing Y/N. I love you…but I understand if you don’t-” you cut him off by placing a sweet, lingering kiss to his lips. “Murphy I love you too,” realization hit you like a ton of bricks…you truly did love him.
“I love you,” he whispered again against you lips. He kissed you passionately and your gripped his arms that rested around your body. You both pulled away and you cuddled as close as possible to his chest. His body was warm and comforting and his hold on you made you feel safe. You fell asleep in his warm embrace, happy to be with Murphy.
Murphy x Reader Fluff
Reader needed a break from the stress of camp and Murphy comforts her.
You couldn’t take it anymore today. Everything was just too much and you wanted to get away from it all to clear your head and relax. You had been working all day in camp, which was filled with everyone running around and panicking about the grounders and you couldn’t handle their terrified discussions or plans to attack anymore. So you decided to take a walk.
You snuck out the gate when no one was looking and headed out into the forest to find a secluded area. You could still hear others taking so you started to jog to get away from the noise faster. The farther you went, the quieter and more peaceful it became, finally making you felt a little better.
You came up to a large tree with thick branches and decided it was the perfect spot to get away. You climbed up slowly and ducked behind a branch or two to tuck yourself deeper into the tree. You don’t know why, but it made you feel better, safer. The tree was warm since it blocked the wind and it was comforting to you in your shaky state. You closed your eyes and soon became very comfortable, which made you fall asleep curled up in your hide away.
About an hour later, Bellamy went walking through camp looking for you. “Y/N! Get over here we need some help!” He heard no response from you and looked all over camp for you but found nothing. He had cornered everyone he could think of and no one had seen you in a while. Bellamy became worried since the grounders had been acting out more and went out looking for you. He hiked along the edge of the gate and found a few footprints which he assumed were yours and followed them in your direction, soon wandering around aimlessly.
He came to the tree you were curled up in and noticed your jacket sitting at the bottom of the trunk. He looked up, barely seeing you sitting on a high branch and barked up at you, “Y/N get down! You can’t be out here alone!” You sighed but didn’t move a muscle, “I’m staying here Bell. Go back to camp, I’ll come back later.” Bellamy became frustrated and ran his fingers through his hair, “No come down now! Let’s go!” You didn’t respond and turned to face the other direction, still feeling too shaky and distracted to go back.
Bellamy stood there for a moment, staring up at the tree and weighing his options. There was no way he was going to get you down by talking to you and he was not about to climb a tree, so he headed back to camp.
You sat in the tree for another hour and stared up at the darkening sky, trying to stay relaxed and forget about the stress and high stakes of each day. Unexpectedly, you heard rustling below the tree and a low chuckle, “Y/N/N why are you up in a tree?”
Murphy stood below the tree, hands on his hips and staring up at you with an amused look on his face. You leaned over the branch and looked down at him, “Just sitting.” He noticed the restless look on your face and frowned, “Can I come up?” You gave him a nod and watched him start to climb up the tree.
Murphy was very strong but not a great climber, and you half smiled to yourself as you listened to him grumble as he climbed. He pulled himself up to your branch and climbed over to where you sat, “Move up.” You swung your legs over each side of the branch and moved away from the trunk to give Murphy enough room to slide in behind you. He leaned back against the trunk and pulled you into his body, letting one leg hang off the side of the branch as his other balanced on it. You were glad the tree branch was big enough for you both to sit comfortably.
Murphy wrapped his arms around your waist and so you hooked your arms over his to hold him closer to you. You leaned back onto his chest and nuzzled your head into his neck. “Are you alright princess?”
“Mhm. Just needed a break. Will you stay with me for a while?” Murphy tightened his grip around your body and kissed the side of your neck, “Of course, as long as you want me.”
You and Murphy say together in the tree for another half an hour, his arms holding you to his body while you ran your fingers up and down his arms. You slowly started to feel your eye lids drooping and your head leaned heavier back onto Murphy’s chest, which he noticed right away, “How about I take you back to camp?”
You nodded and slowly sat up, climbed down the tree and waited for Murphy to come down and grab your hand. The both of you walked back to camp side by side until you got to your tent, “Promise me something sweetheart.”
He pushed your hair behind your ear and cupped your chin, “If you ever need a break again come find me, cause I have the perfect cure.” He smiled deviously at you and before you could say a word he crashed his lips to yours and dragged you inside the tent.
murphamy week day 6: Reincarnation
