#Lucid Romances

[lucid-romances]

The Family Ranch

Spencer Reid x Fem Reader

The reader takes Spencer home to meet her family.

Word Count: 1k

Genre: Fluff

A/N: Remember when he told JJ he wanted to be a cowboy? I remember.

Spencer drives slowly, his hands gliding over the steering wheel of his Volvo Amazon, which had seen better days.  He rolls down the windows, and his unmanaged curls get caught in the summer breeze. They become a crown framing his face, kept from his eyes solely by the pair of sunglasses that shielded them.  The road had long since turned from smooth pavement to trails of gravel inlined with dirt.  (Y/N)'s childhood home hides behind valleys and hills, a small ranch tucked away from the rest of the world. 

They can see the pasture of cows before they see the house, and (Y/N) sits at attention, crooning at the many calves shepherded by their mothers and kept in line by a Great Pyrenees.  The dog turns to watch the car tumble down the road but doesn't dare to leave his post. 

The sun is high in the sky, it's a hot day for Virginia,  and (Y/N)'s already rolling up the cuffs of her jeans to prepare for time in the mud. Spencer watches her from the corner of his eye, pleasantly surprised to see her shuck off the professionalism she had to wear at the BAU. 

They pass by a mailbox, its white metal covered in years' worth of colorful handprints.  "Excited to be home?" He asks, not for the first time, in a tone sweeter than honey. 

The Volvo lurches to a stop, and the screen door of her parent's house opens before she can respond. The words are unnecessary because she's out of the car before he can count to three and scooping up an eight-year-old boy in her arms.  Spencer recognized him from pictures, with his freckled skin and outcrop of curly hair.  His flannel was two sizes too big for him, a lizard sat in the pocket of his overalls, and as (Y/N) would say, he was undeniably Daniel. 

"You've gotten so big!" (Y/N) says as Spencer retrieves their bags from the trunk.  He had his reservations about staying the night with her family.  Mostly, he worried they wouldn't like him, but if they were anything like the girl he'd started to consider a permanent life with, he knew he would come to love them just as much. 

"Maybe you've just gotten shorter, Auntie." Daniel teases, and Spencer notices he has (Y/N)'s smile. 

"You think? No, it's all you, kiddo, you're growing up on me!"  (Y/N) hugs the boy again, finally letting herself miss her family after living in Quantico for the past year.  "Do you remember Spencer? You spoke on the phone." 

Daniel's gaze sweeps over the older man as he approaches, squinting at the dress shirt and slacks he wore, unaware of how casually Spence happened to be dressed compared to usual.  "Everyone is excited to meet you." 

"Are they?" Spencer's heart soars. "I'm excited to meet you all too! Who is your friend?"  

Daniel pulls the lizard from his pocket and holds it aloft to Spencer, giving him a view of the spotted Bearded Dragon, rough to the touch. "His name is Dash." 

"Well, it's nice to meet you, Dash.  Did you know that Bearded Dragons are one of the few lizards who will mimic other creatures?" Spencer tilts his head to stick out his tongue, and when Dash reciprocates, Daniel takes a surprised step back. 

"Woah! You have to come show my mom!"  

When Daniel takes off towards the house, (Y/N) loops her arm around Spencer's. "You're good at that." 

"What's that?" 

"Kids." 

Spencer shrugs, unwilling to admit that he finds children easier to talk to than most adults. "That's just because Dash vouched for me." 

"A pretty cool guy, that Dash."  (Y/N) plays along, leading Spencer inside as Daniel approaches a woman at the stove.  Her light hair contrasts (Y/N)'s, but they share the same eyes.  She watches with patience that only a mother could know as Daniel tries several times to get Dash to stick out his tongue.  When it finally works, the woman offers him a beaming smile before acknowledging the couple in the doorway. 

"The FBI has finally released my baby sister back to us humble cattle ranchers? Bestill my beating heart!"  The woman, who Spencer knew to be Amelia, crosses the room to pull her sister into a bone-crushing hug.  Spencer has to let (Y/N) go to allow this, but he isn't out of the woods yet.  Amelia appraises him, trailing her gaze from his head to his toes.  "He's cuter in person." 

"Amy!" 

"What? You don’t mind, do you, Spencer? I'm just repeating the things (Y/N)’s said about you." 

Spencer beams, his gaze flickering between the two siblings.  Their dynamic reminded him of how Derek continues to tease him daily. "Not at all. I hope everything she says about me is half as nice." 

"Like you wouldn't believe! 'His eyes are so dreamy. I love it when-'"  (Y/N) cuts off the embarrassing stories, most from when she first started working at the BAU and barely knew Spencer as an acquaintance.  She shoves Amelia back towards the stove, threatening to knock a pan of homemade chicken noodle soup from the burner.  "Hey, hey! Chasing serial killers has made you violent! MA!" 

Amelia raises her voice so she’s heard in the recesses of the house, and not a few moments later, an older woman comes skidding into the room.  She has the same friendly deposition as her daughters. Her skin’s notably wrinkled from years of hard labor, but there's a kindness in her eyes that Spencer can't ignore.  "What's all the fuss about? (Y/N)! When did you get here?" 

The mother and daughter close the distance between themselves.  Spencer can't help noticing how tightly (Y/N) clings to her parent as if proving all her sleepless nights- fearing that she would never see them again- wrong.  

"Hey, Ma," she finally says, after moments trickling into minutes.  "I brought a boy home." 

Everyone calls her Ma, even the people down the valley in the closest town, but Spencer knows her name is Beth.  Against his better judgment, he holds his hand out to her, expecting a polite handshake to break the ice, yet he's not surprised when he's pulled into a hug. "Doctor Reid!"  She greets him with an open welcomeness he isn’t used to. "We're so excited to have you finally join us. I hope you don't mind roughing it out here." 

"Spencer, please, and not at all!  Your home is lovely, and so is your family." 

"Well, that’s very kind of you! You've both made it in time for lunch. Why don't you get comfortable while I find your father?” Beth excuses herself before the couple can respond. 

Spencer finds himself at the dining room table, served a bowl of soup while having a riveting conversation with Daniel about the local reptile population.  He was more comfortable in (Y/N)'s childhood home than expected, and even as the rest of her family settled to join them for their meal, he couldn't help holding her hand beneath the table. 

[feroluce]

Lucid Dreamer (2/2)

part 1

Gepard stalls almost a week before he finally goes out to the safehouse, and it takes him a couple days to find it because Sampo didn't have the time left to be wasn't super specific about the location. But he does find it.

It's pretty bare bones, really. Gepard knows that was probably to be expected, but… It feels crushing, when he realizes there are so few personal things here. It's nothing specific to Sampo. Just some food, some medical supplies. A cot and a heater and a lot of mismatched blankets. Nothing to remember someone by.

But he does find the letters, in a metal box stashed away under the bed.

There are two for him. Three for Natasha, and two for Seele. One for Hook, one for Serval, one for Pela, one for Bronya.

Bronya's is mostly business. They knew each other from the whole Stellaron incident, but not much beyond that, and the incoming catastrophe is a more pressing matter. Seele's is actually two copies of the same letter, and Gepard realizes why when Seele is so angry she rips the first one up without reading it. He gives her the copy a couple days later, and she slinks off without a word.

Pela seems completely normal after hers is delivered, but Gepard knows better than to trust that. The next day, he finds her asleep in bed with Serval, bottles abandoned on the floor, both their eye makeup smeared and running and Pela's glasses horribly smudged and crooked on her face. Serval doesn't read hers in front of him, but she's clingy with Gepard, Pela, and Lynx for quite a while after. She throws herself into her work a lot. She insists the heater from the safehouse is busted and she needs to keep it. It's too dangerous for use by someone who's not an engineer. Might burn their house down or something. Gepard doesn't argue.

Hook's letter is short, with easy to read words. The rest of it is actually a treasure map, and she and the moles spend the next several days running through the Underground, finding hidden candy and toys. Hook asks them when Sampo is coming back, because one of the marbles she found from his map looks green, just like his eyes, and she wants to give it to him. Natasha shoos Gepard out of the clinic before he can even begin to think of an answer.

Natasha refuses to let him see what's in her letters, which ok, fine, he'll respect that. He hears from Bronya who heard from Seele who heard from Natasha herself though that one of the letters was a map and the other a catalogue, with all of Sampo's hidden "warehouses." Gepard promptly marches himself back out to the frontlines, where he can turn a blind eye. If a ton of stolen goods suddenly enters the black market, and if the orphanage and the clinic suddenly have new supplies, well, technically that's none of his business.

Gepard goes to bed, curls up under mismatched blankets and closes his eyes.

He doesn't dream.

One of Gepard's letters was also business, like Bronya's and Natasha's. He and Bronya follow everything meticulously, down to the letter, because there has to be some good to get out of all this, there has to be. Gepard can't let it all be for nothing, it would bury him.

And so the catastrophe passes. Not without casualties, and not without a lot of damage and destruction. But Belobog survives.

And after that, time just kind of…goes on. Gepard has been a part of the Silvermanes since he was old enough to enlist. The Fragmentum had gotten so much worse in the years before Welt sealed the Stellaron. He knows the statistics, it is literally his and Pela's jobs to keep track. He knows when he sees a face everyday in the camps and then it's suddenly gone. He's not unfamiliar with things like grief and loss.

He still catches himself checking the trashcans and the supply crates and soldiers' footprints sometimes, though.

But there comes a night where Gepard goes to bed, holding the mismatched blankets to his face, and he dreams. And it's strange, it's off, it sticks with him. Sampo doesn't look the same. He's thinner. His muscles have atrophied. He looks like how Gepard has seen soldiers after months in the hospital.

The most unsettling difference is there's a scar across the left side of his head, Gepard can see it over his ear, peeking out past his hairline, carving towards his cheek. Sampo is always careful about his face. Gepard once saw him dodge a Fragmentum monster and literally let it cut across his neck just to keep his face clear. He wouldn't let that happen for nothing.

Their actions in the dream itself aren't new. Sampo seems tired, run down and worn out, but he announces his presence with aplomb by lobbing a bunch of smoke bombs off the rooftops and sending his soldiers scrambling. Same shit, different day.

The new part is what he says when Gepard chases him out to the edges of the camp, tackles him into the snow. Gepard pins him to the frozen ground to detain him and Sampo doesn't even fight it, just looks up at him like he's seeing sunrise for the first time in months.

"I'll be home in one week."

[mermaidsirennikita]

love to gravitate between reading about the tenderest romance heroes and the biggest assholes on the face of the planet tbh

like I love Winter Makepeace and RANSOM SEYMOUR (in my head his government name is said in a Laszlo from WWDITS voice) and the Duke of Lockwood because they're like... gorgeously lovely and romantic and make looooove to her

and I love Lothaire ~Daciano~ and Enzo D'Agostino (last names kinda similar... coincidence...? I think not) and ~Allegreto~ because it's great to see them cry and shit

[corrodedcoughin]

younger Eddie being excited to go to sleep because he unintentionally figured out lucid dreaming so he could plan entire dnd campaigns and feel like he was creating his own fantasy world

Sometimes he’d just go to the shire and hang out with his favourite characters, watching Gandalf’s fireworks, eating with the hobbit and hearing stories from Aragorn and Boromir while being infatuated by Legolas and Gimli’s interactions with each other

[kindkiosk]

stede learns about lucid dreaming and tries to do it by whispering Ed's name over and over as he falls asleep. it becomes a habit.

one night Izzy and stede fight. all bark and bite. ed slips into Stede's bed quiet as a ghost. hears him murmuring, half asleep.

"izzy izzy izzy"

[blrrblog]

Étranger Familier

A familiar stranger visits me in my slumber. In the world of my dreams, our love is so true.

In my eyes, he is a man who holds all my desires and needs as if they were his own.

I long for his love, his passion and his touch.

For when he holds me, he fills the void that has been in my heart for as long as I can remember.

I know he's just a figment of my imagination, a manifestation of my yearning for a connection I've yet to find.

But I can't help but long for his lips and breath against mine, as if they could make me whole again.

In my dreams, I don't see his eyes, but I could feel them sparkle, as if the stars in them were his joy.

I don't hear his voice, but it's a soft and sweet whisper, a tone like honey.

I don't feel his touch, but it's a feeling so unique, like a fire burning just for me.

This love that I can't seem to find is alive in my dreams.

But when I wake up, and my body knows he won’t be there,

A part of me dies again.

[stringbeansstuff]

Falling...I think?

I told him I needed to know plans ahead of time, especially big ones. He said "How early we talking? Text or call?"

I told him I get big feelings that make it difficult to communicate sometimes. He said he'd wait until I was ready, however long

I told him I always need things written down to remember, Now he makes sure he sees me do it.

I told him how I'd been hurt, by others and by myself. He said "I may not understand but you can always talk about it"

I told him I wanted a big property with a fenced in yard, next thing I knew 3 hours of conversation went by.

I said I was independent, raised to be loud and obnoxious when somethings wrong. He said "speak your truth"

This man might be the one and damn was it hard to come to that realization.

Someone wanted to really be with me, understand me, help me explore, travel.

First date nerves everytime I see him, corny inside jokes, "wife" comments, it's a fantasy in my brain.

But my stomach...

Butterflies I think they call it :)

[sweet-pea-sims]

asuka: i know something that will help me feel better faster

yue: oh really?? what's that?

asuka: lean in closer and i'll tell you...

it did, in fact, make her feel much better ♡

[thousand-winters]

The struggle of reading YA when you're not even a super enthusiastic fan of the romance genre is that whenever you're looking for fics, you end up finding a LOT of those that focus, again, only on the romance, ignoring any potencial character trauma or even cool aspects of the plot. We are just not addressing it. As if it's something irrelevant OR they do address it for like five seconds but love cures all so after mentioning it to their love interest, it becomes irrelevant again.

Kinda a reason why I'm more of a found family enthusiast, of course that has a big focus on character dynamics but usually it comes with all the baggage and issues that are overlooked otherwise.

[seraph-24]

I guess I should post stuff on here huh

Okay! I wrote a book. And then I queried it for about 11 months. It's got

- Emma: a depressed neurodivergent college girl who has chronic nightmares and learned to lucid dream to control them

- Morpheus: Lord of Dreams, who feeds on said nightmares and is generally frustated about Emma evading him

- Astral Projection and the Dream Realm

- Parallel redemption and corruption arcs

- An angsty slow burn villain romance

- Primordial Chaos (formerly trapped in the Dream Realm, now devouring reality)

Please enjoy this moodboard

[sculpturesofanythinggoes]

now if they only got rid of snap out of it and don’t sit down,,,,,,,,,

[hesitantalienshe]

My Chemical Romance songs to me are like when you become aware you’re dreaming while you’re dreaming and you can’t figure out how to get out of the dream and wake up so you just are trapped in weird cyclical narratives that are distorted reflections of the waking world and you keep fighting against them and pushing pushing pushing against the walls of the dream and you can’t break through but you CAN make all of reality rattle.

[lucid-fate-if]

Your blog reminds me of Valentines day and a love it so much 🤧

Valentines day 😭

Didn't think it could come across as that XD

[inthewrongcenturybro]

You get some flowers, pick her up, giver her the flowers, you kiss her on the forehead while she smells the flowers, you both get some pasta, you go goofy golfing, she destroys you, now you gotta take her to the movie of her choice, later you get some pizza to go, eat in the park while she tells you stories and you’re not comprehending anything because you are just mesmerized by the way her eyes sparkle and her smile lights up through her face, she is in your arms while you watch the sunset, then you dance in the parking lot with Ed Sheeran blasting in the car, you share the most amazing kiss, you drive her to your place, carry her tired self to the bed and tuck her in, you fall asleep watching her adorable face glide through her pillow while she makes herself comfortable. Next morning you wake up to absolutely no-fucking-body because you were dreaming and now you’re throwing hands in the air and you gotta remind yourself how emotionally unavailable you are while you brush your teeth and get ready for the day.

[lilsprite-dreamlog]

3/28/24

I was at a certain persons house. I had a crush on them but they were not reciprocating. Maybe they were oblivious to that fact? So I put the flirting on turbo drive.

Giving him the eyes every time he looked at me. Staying close by him. Giving him soft brushes of my fingers when he talked to me. I felt as though he still didn’t get the message.

Other friends that were there had left. So I pounced on him. Hehe. He seemed shocked and surprised. “Don’t make that face, you know I want you” I said playfully. “How am I I supposed to know that unless you tell me?” He said worriedly. “Well…I’m telling you now.” I replied devilishly.

He was so nervous and it was so cute. It made me more hot for him. I wanted to tear him apart. I grabbed his hands kinda forcefully and put them around me. “Do I have to beg you to feel me up??” I joked. He smiled shyly.

I put my hands on his face, he was flushed and warm. Ugh this silly man is so fucking adorable. This dream felt really good.

I remember my dogs being in this dream also. Then we built a homemade pool in the backyard.

[they-call-me-arte]

I wanted my dream to be filled with love. Something romantic.

Instead, I dreamt about killer alien kangaroos. So..