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spencersmagic · 2 years

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Time - Spencer Reid

Request: Hi there! sorry to request something so dark when you’re celebrating (congrats on 400 btw!!) but i was wondering if you would consider writing a blurb about spencer seeing fem!readers really old self harm scars on her arms after they’ve been hiding them from him for quite a while just out of fear that he’d judge them/think of them differently. maybe platonic rather than romantic

couple: fem reader x spencer reid

category: fluff and slight angst.

warnings: i cannot stress this enough. if you struggle with depression, if you think that this could trigger you, please, do not ready it. often times these types of fics glorify depression and self-harm. self-harm is not pretty, it doesn't add to your "broken, damaged" aesthetic, and its nothing to glorify. if you feel the need to hurt yourself, please talk to someone.

if you feel alone, or you need to rant or talk to someone please message me or send me an ask. i promise you, i'm not just saying it. i have been battling this type of shit since i was 6, and i know just how powerful talking about it to someone can be.

rules: this is a 15+ fic. i don't know if i have any younger followers but please, don't read this unless you are 15 or over.

words: 1.4k

Spencer is an inexperienced guy.

It’s not like he could expect anything else. There is no other possible outcome.

A 14 year old college student whose only hobby outside of school is learning magic will most certainly won’t have the opportunity to learn about the social and emotional aspects of life, though he had his fair share of crushes, sharing a classroom with 19 year olds is enough for a 14 year old to want to start discovering the terrifying realm of romance and sex. An IQ of 187 doesn’t change the fact that he is human.

Of course, after naïvely asking Lara Brown, the 19 year old blonde from his Calculus II class, and being turned down with a chuckle, he quickly caught up on the fact that his life would be so much easier if he learned from the sidelines.

And that’s what he did.

Unharmed, and broken heart now mended, he sought to maintain his feelings intact. He backed away from any possible encounter that could break his heart like it had done so many times. He turned down any chance of being rejected. Eventually, he blocked any interest he might have in developing his already-lacking social skills.

He grew afraid.

Every time somebody would talk to him, he would feel the slow trembling of his hands, the rapid beating in his chest and the sweat, slowly forming between his fingers. Flashbacks of when he blindly trusted for the last time.

When you came into the precinct for the first time, straight shoulders rolled back and a astoundingly confident gait, Spencer was in awe. As you extended your hand to introduce yourself to your future teammates, no nerves on sight, instead, a confident smile drawn on your face, Spencer was mesmerized.

Of course, you were beautiful, but Spencer saw so much more. He saw his future best friend, his older sister, the person he could grow to look up to the most.

Over the next couple of months, Spencer followed you like a lost puppy. You took him in with open arms, an open heart and a promise to show him the beauty in that which he only saw fear in.

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At first, Spencer had observed her from afar. Afraid of getting close to her, he left a constant space between them - emotional and physical - instead opting to give away too much of himself.

Afraid to scare her off.

One night, however, when the team had gotten together to celebrate the end of a very tedious case, you had a few drinks too much and turned to look at Spencer, drunkenly flung an arm over his shoulders and watched him giggle as you slurred your next words.

“I don’t know why you’re always so far away, Spence, but you’re mine now” protectively (and quite dramatically) you grabbed his head and pressed it against your neck, “-I declare you: my little brother!” you raised the drink above your head, a few drops of the liquor dripping onto the dirty floor. “I will teach you how to live like a fucking badass!” you finished, before releasing him to chug your glass empty, joining Derek and Penelope at the dance floor.

He didn’t need to be afraid anymore.

Over the months, your friendship with Spencer blossomed. Your time together was never short of incredible. You taught him how to do “the Y/N walk”, as he had so affectionately named it, which, in his own words, was “the way you walk into the room like you own it”. You taught him to stand comfortably and feel confident.

Slowly, he learned to grow into himself. His body wasn’t lanky, motor skills all over the place. He learned to feel his body, to feel who he was and stand proudly. More often than not, you could catch your colleagues’ face when Spencer gave a quick remark at their teasing.

He would, of course, turn to you after he did so every single time because he wanted to know if he had done it properly.

It wasn’t lost to you, either, the little jump of excitement that he would make after seeing your approving smile.

You walked him out of his cage. As far as he was concerned, you brought the key in your back pocket and, with your mere presence, opened the metal doors for him. He was eternally grateful that your paths had crossed.

One night, however, he got to see you in a different light. After asking for the third time to have a sleepover with you so you two could bond over your mutual love for Doctor Who, he excitedly knocked on your door. His arms held a blanket, in case you didn’t want to share yours with him, and a box of his favorite popcorn (certain brands have too much butter, and others have too much salt). His eyes shuffled down to his watch, which marked 10 minutes before 9pm, the time they had decided upon.

He couldn’t risk doing anything wrong..

After hearing a soft shuffling on the other side of the wall, the wooden door turned to reveal you, a large, stupid grin on your face to match his, as you walked him into the appartment.

The TV was already on, the emblematic credits song paused as you had waited eagerly for him to arrive. She moved to sit on the couch as she knew that Spencer was familiar with her apartment layout. He walked over to the microwave, ready to make the popcorn, while you shook out of your uncomfortably warm sweatshirt.

“I’m coming, I’m coming. Play it!” he squealed in excitement as he sat down on the comfortable couch. You chuckled slightly as you pressed play.

His eyes started scanning the screen as if he had never watched the show before - a blatant lie. His face lit up every time a new character appeared, mesmerized by the livelihood of the doctor.

You smiled at his excitement, a feeling you had been fighting to keep in your vocabulary for far too long.

You allowed yourself to enjoy the evening, turning to watch the characters on the screen. Amy was in the process of figuring out why the Weeping Angel was moving when you reached out to grab a glass of water, so fascinated you failed to notice Spencer’s eyes on you.

“Y/N… what is that?”

The fear in his voice was the first thing that struck out to you. You hadn’t heard that pitch in a very long time. You were certain you would never hear it again. Your gaze fell upon his, but his eyes were too busy looking at the faded marks up your arm.

You had never wished for Spencer to be wrong until this exact moment.

“What do you mean?” you asked, playing dumb.

“Wh-what are those?” he trembled, reaching out, his calloused fingers leading the way as he instinctively went to touch the scars that decorated your skin. Spencer had never been a man of religion, but in that moment, he prayed to the Gods that the person he adored the most in the whole world, the person that had showed him beauty and value in being alive, deliberately hurt herself. He couldn’t bare the thought.

“Oh, that?” you chuckled nervously, “that’s nothing”. You turned again to watch the show, arms now hugging herself. How could I have forgotten, you scolded yourself.

The silence was deafening. Not even the slight screams of the angels made them jump anymore.

“You could’ve told me, y’ know?” he sniffled, “out of everybody in the world, I would’ve understood. I could’ve helped you”.

“Spencer… you know I would’ve” you turned to look at him. His body was hugging itself, head low and arms holding his knees against his chest. She had never seen him so confused. “I just didn’t want you to think that I wasn’t capable of doing my job” you whispered, surrounding his body with your arms and pressing him against your chest.

“Are you kidding me?” he spoke up, “I admire you so, so much. You are so strong, and so amazing, and such a badass on the field, Y/N. There is nothing you could do that would make me feel like you are anything less than capable. No darkness, past or present, could ever make me think that you aren’t able to do this, okay?” his eyes met yours, which were now filled with tears waiting to overflow. “Y/N, you could outsmart anybody in the team. Nothing could ever change that fact, okay?” he pressed her arms off, watching her nod softly.

“Great. Now come over here. I’m supposed to be the one comforting you, Y/N. Not the other way around” he pulled her in, listening to her chuckle as they looked back at the screen, the weight upon her shoulders dissipating.

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sunandalsomoon · 3 years

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if u havent pls go read loseyoutoloveme on ao3 ,, they mostly write jaehyun x reader and i know some ppl don’t like to read y/n fics but when i tell yall it is SO GOOD. all of their works are so beautifully written w well developed plots, well rounded characters, and they know how to make a bih CRY. i literally BAWL MY EYES OUT at every story. also there is no smut in any of their stories !!!

here are my top 3 stories!!

(btw when i say o/c i mean y/n lolol)

1. stitch your heart upon the blossom of mine

word count: 435k (38 chapters)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25393999/chapters/61579372

summary: takes place in a dystopian country where o/c is taken in by a high ranking government official and his family. every citizen of this region is given a seed that will only bloom if it is watered by that person’s soulmate (yes a soulmate au 👀).

ik it’s rlly long but IT IS SO WORTH THE READ !!!!! it’s dystopian and involves more violence than their other stories so if you enjoyed books like the hunger games and divergent (me in 7th grade) i think u’ll rlly like this one !! it doesn’t get too heavy into politics or make the layout of the world too confusing or complex so it is pretty easy to follow along. one thing i love about this author is how relatable she is able to make the main character and how easy it is to empathize with every single character, so even though o/c is a dystopian orphan princess you are still able to feel the pain she goes thru throughout the book. also the angst w her and jaehyun 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

2. the umbrella against downpours of remembrance

word count: 98k (8 chapters)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30210003/chapters/74439444

summary: o/c is the widowed secretary of a hospital where her husband doyoung, a doctor, used to work. a new doctor and doyoung’s former best friend jaehyun begins to work in the same hospital.

THIS ONE IS SO SAD. i’m usually not one to read marriage fics bc sometimes they feel too cheesy for me but this story really captures marriage as 2 people living parallel lives like you can tell how strong the love and respect was b/t o/c and doyoung. this story talks about soulmates less in the physical sense like with Stitch but in a more realistic sense (?¿) like do you only have one soulmate in life and can you love someone else if you intended to only love one person forever ? PURE ANGST.

3. a melancholy weekend in december, or when the end of us wasn’t the end

word count: 462k words (ongoing as of 7/2021)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28947483/chapters/71029833

summary: o/c is a ballerina and jaehyun is a pianist. they meet when jh becomes the new pianist for o/c’s ballet studio, but they also attend the same high school where o/c is ‘popular’ and jh is a ‘nerd’. o/c comes from a similar background as jh and they build a strong friendship. the story follows their lives and relationships throughout young adulthood.

THE DRAMA THAT HAPPENS IN THIS FIC. 👀 U WILL NOT GET BORED. ok yall im actually rereading this one bc it’s my favorite rn and i cry every single chapter because the relationship b/t jh and o/c is so beautifully constructed and you can feel how much they rely and support each other. UGH ITS SO GOOD. the ‘popular girl nerd guy’ trope seems cliche but trust me their personalities are much more than that and they are only in high school for the first few chapters. i love love love how real this story feels and it truly feels like i’m reading about somebody’s life and how they cope with life’s unexpected twists and turns. highly recommend listening to lover by taylor swift while or after reading if you love to cry

btw these are not in any order/ranking !

AHHH MY SUMMARIES RLLY DO NOT DO THESE STORIES JUSTICE !! they are truly so well written and addicting because you get so immersed into the world and attached to the characters the author creates. i am absolutely obsessed and i could not recommend enough even if you are not a person who typically reads fanfic or au type stuff. trust me.

#jung jaehyun #jaehyun #jaehyun scenarios #jaehyun angst #jaehyun x oc #jaehyun x reader #jaehyun x y/n #jaehyun x you #jaehyun imagines #nct imagines #nct angst #nct scenarios #nct x y/n #nct 127 #nct 127 scenarios #nct 127 imagines #angst with a happy ending

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yelenasdog · 4 years

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it was a pleasure to burn (spencer reid x fem bau!reader)

genre: fluff i think even though the name is v angsty LOL it’s a literal screenplay with the amout of dialogue i wrote LMAO so idk

summary: a particularly rough and disturbing case gets to reader, and spencer and reader are brought together by this.

words: just about 6k (my longest fic ahhHH)

warnings: typical criminal minds gore and violence just up a notch, they get on a plane at the end, somebody gets ~shot~, somebody gets ~bonked~, cursing, mentions of reid’s addiction, and i think that’s it. also the reader wears reading glasses but that’s the only predetermined factor of appearance. btw i don’t think i used any pronouns in this but i apologize if i’m wrong.

a/n: LMFAO i was outside awhile ago celebrating litha with a nice lil hike and i saw a butterfly and i had just started watching cm and was like hMMm... killer who’s obsessed with symmetry??!1??!? y Es. enjoy 😼 EDIT: THERE IS SO MANY PLOT HOLES OMG FBREHJBFHEJFRE IM RBFBRE

🂦∙🂦∙🂦

Present Day, Central Park, New York

“Aren’t they just stunning?” The unsub spoke, keeping her eyes trained on the butterfly sitting happily on her finger. The brightly colored creature fluttered off her hand that was dripping scarlet, flying around her curly head of brown hair. Her, formerly white, blood-stained dress flowed around her as she followed it, watching in awe as it soared about. She giggled, plopping down on the grass in the middle of a circle of her victim’s pale, lifeless bodies, all of them with ironically morbid butterflies resting upon the frail skin of the corpses.

“Aren’t they, agents?”

She slanted her green eyes, gripping the grass a little harder. I flicked my tongue over my lips nervously, looking over to the lanky man on my left. He simply shrugged, just about as sure of how to handle the situation just as much as I was.

“If I knew you all were coming, I would have cleaned up, I really would have, I promise.”

We slowly walked towards her, twigs and leaves crunching under our feet. It could have been comparable to a hunter stalking its prey, but it unfortunately was quite the opposite.

6 days earlier, Quantico, Virginia

“3 bodies, all found within the last 48 hours in rural New York. So far, the first body has revealed that although it was dumped upstate, the victim was murdered in the city, and the same most likely goes for the other bodies as well. Nails well manicured, no drugs in the system. They aren't junkies, we’re dealing with upper class citizens.”

My face contorted as I took the photos from Reid’s hands, his large and tanned one surprising me by how soft it felt as it accidentally brushed against mine. I blushed like a madman, looking to see him doing the same thing. I cleared my throat getting Rossi’s attention.

“Why are we only now hearing of this?” I questioned, flipping through the images as I did so, my confusion only growing. I didn’t recieve an answer, leaving my curiosity to bloom.

“Wait, how did you say they were killed again?”

Morgan looked up, taking the photos from me. “He didn’t.”

I sighed, pushing my glasses up on my nose.

“Is there at least any correlation between the bodies and the butterflies?”

Our attention was shifted to JJ, the resident expert on the insects.

“Actually, the ones being found with the bodies are from the Amarynthis family, all native to Latin America. They weren’t there by accident so yes, they’re somehow related.”

Rossi stood up, grabbing his coat.

“Well, none of this is nearly enough for a profile, so pack your bags and tell the others, wheels up in an hour. We’re headed to New York.”

4 days earlier, F.B.I. Field Office, New York, New York

“The final report from the latest victim is in, all the autopsies are clean. They show no signs of struggles, no marks, no blood, no anything. The eyes weren’t bloodshot, so suffocation is ruled out, and that was our best bet.”

I sighed, sliding the case file across the glass table to Spence as I took my seat, sinking into it and allowing myself to be consumed by its warmth.

“So what your saying is that we’re back at square one.”

I looked up at Hotch from where I sat, running my hand through my ponytail.

“Yeah. That’s what I’m saying.”

Just then, the young Doctor spoke up as he flipped through the pages.

“The eyes weren’t just not bloodshot, there was barely any blood left in any of the victims bodies, only about 3% of the volume left. The killer drained them.”

Morgan gave me a shocked expression, silently asking for an explanation.

“Which you failed to mention, Y/n.” Aaron spoke, agitation once again present in his voice.

I looked at the ceiling, crossing my arms in front of me before turning to face Hotch once more.

“Yeah, well, I thought it was obvious when I said no blood.” I stuttered out cautiously.

“On the bodies! Not in the bodies!” Morgan exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air in what was in my opinion, very childish. Everyone else in the room aside from Spencer was either shaking their heads or pinching the bridge of their noses, and reasonably so.

“Look, I’m sorry I just didn’t see it in the report, plus, In the scheme of things, it just doesn’t seem to matter.”

I soon regretted my words, realizing how ill-fit they were for the current conversation I was having. Spencer looked up, tilting his head.

“Doesn’t seem to matter? How? There’s an endless amount of possibilities now that we know this. If we had known it sooner we probably could have figured out the pattern and caught the one doing this!” He harshly spewed, his voice acting like a crescendo of sorts, quiet and calm and moving towards a loud and violent tone. Tears began to prick at the corners of my eyes and I was starting to feel guilty, not to mention absolutely stupid as could be.

“I’m- I really am sorry guys, truly.”

Hotch locked eyes with me, taking a stern tone that one would usually take with a disobedient child, perhaps even Jack.

“I hope that’s a comfort to you when another body shows up. That’s their blood on your hands.”

I was frozen, the gravity of the situation taking its toll.

In the background I heard him say something to Morgan about a new profile having to be made as there were many new things to be known from this revelation. But it all went in one ear and out the other, just unpleasant white noise.

As I clumsily stumbled out of the room, I felt Reid’s eyes burning holes into the back of my brain. I was quick to turn my head to meet his glance, causing him to look down. I felt bad, the weight on my chest growing heavier from the interaction.

I sat down at my desk, turning on my computer and immediately going to google. I typed in “hypnosis” and let the info trickle in.

About 30 minutes later, I still felt absolutely horrible, but I had also put together a valuable profile in the time that had passed. I shut the newly finished file, blowing an abandoned strand of hair out from my eyes. I had to do a double take when I saw Spencer staring once more, his deep hazel eyes meeting my own. I gave him a small smile before standing up and walking to Hotch’s makeshift New York office. I pushed open the heavy door, placing the folder on his too-clean desk.

“What’s this?” He asked, taking it in his hands.

“My theory about the unsub. I think I know what she’s been doing. You can tell the team if you want, I’m not sure if they would wanna hear it from me. ”

He gave a small smile, pushing the file back over to me.

“You get the team together and I’ll get the local PD caught up. You tell them yourself.”

A few minutes later, everyone except for Reid had gathered in the meeting room. I peeked through the half closed blinds that allowed a line of vision to his desk in an attempt to locate him. He was positioned there, staring blankly at his laptop that appeared to have nothing on the screen. I knocked on the window lightly to catch his attention, his glazed over eyes looking in my direction. I tilted my head at him, silently beckoning him to join me. He only shook his in response, shaggy brown locks swaying back and forth. I sighed, frowning at his action. I turned to the group, clasping my hands in front of me.

“Everyone, this will just be a second if you’ll excuse me.”

With a raised eyebrow from Hotchner and a jab in the direction of Spencer’s workspace, I swiftly walked out of the crowded room.

“Spence, care to join us?” I asked, resting one of my hands against my hip, the other on his orderly desk.

“No, I don’t think I will. I need to try to figure this out before she finds her next victim.”

“What makes you think the unsub is a she?” I searched his eyes that had seemingly become brighter at my piqued interest in his hypothesis.

“Well, the unsub seems to be obsessed with symmetry, all the bodies being found in obscure yet symmetrical positions. This could suggest she had some sort of deep rooted insecurity, possibly from some sort of bullying from growing up in a small town where she was looked at as a superior for subpar looks. She moved to the big city, expecting a big break. Instead she was shunned for being less than average. She grew frustrated and as a result, she began her killing spree. The stresser could have been one too many insults that made her snap. Plus, that would account for the butterflies left on the scenes that are used in modern examples of both femininity and symmetry.”

I smiled widely at his words.

“What- why are you smiling, what are you smiling at?”

I tapped his desk, rolling my bottom lip between my teeth. I headed back towards the conference room, looking over my shoulder.

“Because, I’m glad we’re on the same page, Dr.”

——————

“So, our girl, as Dr. Reid has explained to us, is obsessed with her appearance. She’s an organized killer, no mistakes and no signs of blood or anything of the sort on scene. She has practice, she does this sort of thing every day. She is most likely in the age group of 23-30, and has a job in the cosmetic industry, our guess is in plastic surgery. She probably volunteers weekends at local butterfly sanctuaries or zoos, finding comfort in their perfection that those in her life, or formerly in her life, cannot and could not provide.”

“Which would explain to her easy access to non-native species of the insects. She has an absolute infatuation with symmetry, which yet again, links the butterflies on the crime scene to her MO.”

Spencer and I were vividly explaining our shared theory to the team, as well as local law enforcement. He was excited by his discovery and the lead on the killer, and his energy was contagious.

“She kills without remorse and out of jealousy, picking victims who all have one thing in common.”

Spence pointed to all of the images pasted on the board in the center of the room, all of them split in half and reflected, creating a perfect mirrored portrait.

“They all have perfectly symmetrical faces, as well as strong jawlines and high cheekbones. As most of these victims are models or those searching to start a modeling career, we believe she is luring them in with a photographer trope, promising to make their dreams come true.”

I nodded, taking a moment to study Reid’s own sharp yet somehow soft features. I allowed my eyes to wander over his sunken in, kind, and curious eyes; his pillowy pink lips that are in dire need of some chapstick.

“Agent?”

I turned my head, snapped back to reality by Rossi calling my name.

I gave a tight and quick smile, returning to the topic at hand and tactics to catch the unsub. But of course not before Emily gave me a crooked smile, resulting in me rolling my eyes.

“Physically, she’s nothing special, most likely a mundane appearance or one with quite obvious surgical changes. No in between. Check all of the plastic surgeon offices in the area for both employees who fit our description, as well as a patient who has gotten any serious facial mod operations. Do the same for any weekend volunteers at local zoos and animal sanctuaries, specifically working with any insects.”

It was an NYPD officer then that spoke up this time, raising her hand briefly.

“But, you still haven’t mentioned how she’s killing them?”

“Hypnosis.” Reid and I both spoke at the same time. He looked to his black Converse, sliding his hands into his pockets. I observed the room and all of the skeptical faces filling it.

“Even if it may sound far fetched, we saw no signs of anything that indicated a struggle or even any marks or wounds. This led us to believe that some form of hypnosis was used to allow her an easy kill. This means extra caution will have to be taken when actually handling the unsub. Even though we’re positive she’s using hypnosis, which method she is using to actually kill them after the fact is what we’re unsure of.”

I turned to Spencer, handing off the explanation to him.

“We think that because of her whole thing with symmetry, she wouldn’t want to disturb the natural state of the victims and their faces, even if she would do the same to her own.”

“Which means?” JJ asked, her blue eyes slanted and glossed lips left ajar.

“It means that the unsub wouldn’t want to leave any large marks like stab or gunshot wounds.” I nodded at Prentiss, who had made the assumption, confirming she was correct.

“With her presumed background in plastic surgery, we believe she was able to make small incisions that made no visible scars. We’re having the coroner look back over the bodies as we speak.”

“She drains the body’s blood 97% of the way before closing the holes up. What she does with the blood, we don’t know. Another Eddie Mays, perhaps.”

I looked over to Spencer, raising my brows at his comparison. He was quick to defend himself, shaking his hands left to right and mouthing “No” while simultaneously shaking his head the same way, something he seemed to be doing often as of late.

After we had finished consulting with any officers who had remaining questions, we branched off to conduct our own routine investigations. We found that the only thing they all had in common apart from the symmetrical faces, is that they all had visited the Central Park Zoo in the 24 hours before they were killed. We received a phone call from Garcia not long after we put together those pieces, being alerted that there was one girl who had, in her words, “Hit every mark there was to hit, sunshine.”

“Her name is Alessia Copelas, she works weekdays as a surgeon's assistant at Premier Cosmetic, and weekends at Central Park Zoo from 4-8 p.m.”

I smiled at the new info from the blonde bombshell known as Penelope, turning to Reid who was still looking at me quizzically.

“Alright, thanks babes, you’re the best.” I spoke into the phone, a comical “Mwah!” made from either side as we hung up.

He shook his head, keeping the odd look on his face.

“I swear, you guys have a weirder relationship than her and Morgan.”

I laughed, sliding my phone into my back pocket.

“Oh, please, Spence.” I gingerly placed a hand on his cheek, patting it twice.

“You’re just jealous.” I made a pouty face, letting my hand linger before walking off. “Come on, we’re going on a field trip.”

“Where to?” He asked, gripping the door frame, using it as leverage to swing himself closer to me. He took long and quick strides, catching up to me in no time.

“You like animals, right?”

———————

4 Days Earlier, Central Park Zoo, New York

As soon as we entered the zoo, our ears were filled with the sounds of the loud screeches of birds and monkeys alike. Reid covered his ears, cringing and making his displeasure known with an “Ahh!”

I smiled at his geeky behavior, admiring the animals in the enclosures. I paid special attention to a particularly impressive species of tarantula, leaning down to admire them. A few moments later I looked to my left and saw Spencer doing the same thing.

“Did you know that arachnids have asthma which is why they don’t run for extended periods of time, similarly to cheetahs?”

“Yes I did.”

His face scrunched up in an adorable manner, causing an involuntary giggle to fall past my lips.

“Well did you know that-“

“Ma’am?”

I turned to see a young woman with flaming red hair and a freckled face smiling at me, her green collared uniform top complimenting her eyes of a different shade wonderfully.

“Oh, hi, I’m Agent Y/l/n and this is Dr. Reid, we’re with the Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI.”

Her expression shifted to a more confused one, her smile not leaving her face.

“What can I do for you two?”

“Is there an Alessia Copelas that works here, maybe volunteers on the weekends?” Spencer asked, his puppy dog eyes immediately warranting a response.

“Yeah, she volunteers here, she seems nice. Is she helping with an investigation?”

“Well we think that she may have some part in a series of murders.”

Her smile disappeared this time, turning into a cement frown as panic flooded her body.

“Oh God, was she- Is she a killer? Have I been working with a killer for all this time? I mean, I never had any shifts with her but from what I heard I thought she was so sweet-“

“Look,”

Reid glanced down to her name tag that read “Lillian” before meeting her eyes. His tongue darted out, licking his lips, a nervous habit of his I’d picked up on.

“Lillian, we aren’t sure if she’s the killer we just needed to get a feel on her and get some information regarding her personal life.”

She started frantically nodding her head, more trying to convince herself she was okay rather than ourselves. I looked over her shoulder at some exhibits, thinking to myself how this would end up being a waste of our time if this poor girl couldn’t get a grip on herself.

I was soon proven wrong when I looked over to see a young girl wearing an identical uniform to Lillian, probably somewhere between 23 and 24. She had untamed chocolate locks with bangs that stopped just above the shoulder, blemishes covering her T-Zone, and a rounded face to go with it.

The cherry on top? Under her arm she carried a small enclosure with what appeared to be amarynthis meneria, the same butterflies found on the victims.

I tapped Reid on the shoulder once as discreetly as possible, catching his attention. I heard him mutter a small “Oh God” before he told Lillian to walk away calmly and quickly. She ignored his request, turning to look at Alessia, letting out a blood curdling scream and sprinting the other direction.

“Shit.” I cursed, beginning to walk towards Alessia, Spencer by my side. I smiled at her, trying to appear friendly. Reid spoke up as we got closer.

“Hello, do you by any chance-“

wham!

“Spence!” I exclaimed, reaching down to help him up from where he had fallen from being whacked by the 4’2 pyscho that was Alessia Copelas.

“Did she get away?”

I turned to see her gone, the only sign she was even here being the forming bruise on the Dr’s face.

“Yeah. She did. I’m sorry, Reid, that was really stupid of me.” He shook his head, running his own hand over the raw skin.

“It’s fine, I would have done the same for you.” He looked up, and I wasn’t sure if it was my school-girl esque crush on him or the fact I just had another experience with a serial killer, but my heart was racing nonetheless.

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F.B.I. Field Office, New York, New York, 1 Day Earlier

The stress levels in the room were high.

Despite our best efforts, several more bodies had been found, New York’s narcissists were in a state of panic, and the spirits of the BAU were down to say the least.

“What? Are you kidding me?” I exclaimed, looking at Hotch in disbelief.

He rolled his chocolate eyes, fanning the folder containing the new information we had gathered on Alessia.

“I wish I was, Y/n. She’s off the grid completely, her apartment is empty, phone and credit cards have been deactivated, and the surgeon’s office hasn’t heard from her for 5 days. And the media has decided to give her the name ‘Butterfly Baron’, so she’s probably been fueled even further. We need a new lead before she strikes again.”

I scoffed, standing up and pushing my chair away.

“This is unbelievable. How many times do we have to reinforce the idea to local PD! Especially when the unsub is a self absorbed psycho, do not give them a name! God, I really cannot fathom this.”

I reached up, letting my hair down from where I had messily thrown it up upon my arrival to work that morning.

I stormed out of the room, my heels clicking behind me. I ignored Hotch’s calling of my name, making my way to the closest restroom.

I went in, locking the door behind him. I ran my hands through my roots, tugging just enough to where it hurt.

Turning the water to the left all the way, I splashed it from the stream leaving the faucet on to my face. I scratched my fingernails against the skin, wiping away the tears that had escaped.

“This is all your fault, y/n.” I whispered at myself in the mirror, doing my absolute best to engrain the message in my brain. I had my head hung in shame when a knock rang out.

“Y/n?”

It was Spencer. My mind started going a million miles a minute, thinking about why he could be there. With my voice raised a few octaves, I tried to scrape up a response.

“I’ll be out in a few, Spence.”

It was quiet for a split second, leaving me to foolishly dance around the idea that he had left me to wallow in my sorrowful thoughts.

“Y/n, Hotch wanted me to check on you. Are you ok?”

My heart slightly sank at the idea that he might’ve just come to check on me because he himself was worried. I discarded the thought, bringing myself back.

“Y/n can you please answer me? If you don’t open the door I’m gonna send in JJ or Emily.”

I sighed, wiping under my eyes where my mascara had smudged, begrudgingly walking over to the door. Just as my hand landed on the silver handle, his voice that was constantly playing in my head echoed out once more.

“Y/n, please? I need to know you’re okay. I’ll come in there myself.”

A soft smirk graced my face as I turned the handle to reveal a worried looking Spencer.

“Y/n, oh God, you had me worried.”

He was quiet when he spoke and his hair looked messy, like he had been running his slender fingers through it in a stress filled state.

I sniffled, attempting to still keep back tears that were still threatening to spill.

“I’m alright, Spencer. Really, I’m fine.”

He gave me a small smile, his eyes meeting my own.

“I know, it’s just that when I had my Diludad problem,” he hesitated.

“I would lock myself in bathrooms to shoot up, and I know you aren’t having a problem like that but I just was worried about you- what are you doing?”

I cut off his rambling by throwing my arms around his middle. He tensed, but quickly melted. He wrapped his strong arms around my shoulders and my waist, laying his head on mine.

“Y/n, I promise you, you’re doing your absolute best to stop Alessia. We wouldn’t even be where we are right now if you hadn’t made the connections. Those deaths are not your fault.”

My tears finally began to cascade like a waterfall, staining his shirt.

“I know, but it’s just like it is all my fault! I could have paid closer attention, or-or, I could have went after her at the zoo, it’s all my fucking fault, Reid.”

I sobbed into his shirt, my hand gripping his shirt like my life depended on it. Like if I let go I would fall into a deep, deep, endless hole.

His hand on my waist moved up to cradle my head.

“It’s not, I promise you-“

He was cut off mid sentence by the ringing of his phone.

“I am so, so sorry-”

I pulled away, breifly touching under my nose with my wrist, then moving a hair behind my ear.

“Nope, it’s fine, don’t worry.” Our words almost had overlapped each other as we clambered to fight the tension that had risen. I closed my eyes, tilting my head up, thinking about how unprofessional yet intimate our previous position had been. How wrong, yet how right it felt.

I kept running the moment through my head, the feeling of his warm figure encasing mine on replay.

His phone call played as background noise to the film playing in my brain, his voice calming me to an extent.

“Yeah, we’re on our way. Thanks, Morgan.”

He closed the phone with a snap, also snapping me out of my trance, putting the movie on pause.

“They’ve got a hit. Copelas was seen dropping by her old apartment.”

And for the first time since that Goddamn case had started, I smiled genuinely.

“Let’s go get her.”

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15 Minutes Prior, Central Park, New York

“Hotch?”

“Yes?” He looked back from where he was driving, following our lead in a rushed manner.

“What will we do if she...” I trailed off.

“Hypnotizes one of us?” He finished for me. I nodded solemnly.

The look on his face was conflicted and it took him a moment to come up with a response.

“We kill her before we have to kill one of our team members.”

He saw a look of uncertainty on my face and spoke up once more.

“And that’s an order.”

I nodded again, making eye contact with him through the rear view mirror. I fell back into my seat, closing my eyes briefly.

After a few more minutes on the road, we had arrived.

The doors all slammed to the SUVs, one after the other as we stepped out.

“The letter said that she would be here, somewhere here.”

The voice of Morgan was channeling through my earpiece, referring to the letter found at her apartment that she had left just for us.

“We ordered evac on citizens, correct?”

The unsure voice of JJ was also heard through the earpiece, her uncertainty quite unusual to hear.

“Yes, it was the first thing we did, Jayj.”

I whispered, a sly smirk from Spencer forming at my behavior.

“Oh shut up.”

“I didn’t even say anything!”

snap!

Our senses adapted, becoming dialed to 11 at the sound of a twig snapping under someone's feet.

“Was that you?” I mouthed to Spencer. He shook his head no and I silently cursed to whatever force was listening.

I nodded, which he then reciprocated, the pair of us slowly walking towards the source of the sound after he did.

“They’re going to remember me, I’ll go down in history.”

The voice was sing-songy and quiet, floating through the air. I took a shaky breath, continuing my steady pace.

My breathing momentarily halted soon after.

Different variations of “Oh my God”s, and loud gasps from almost everyone on the team flooded my ear canal at the horrifying sight in front of us.

Red. So much of it.

“Guys, I think we know what she’s been doing with the bodies’ blood.”

“No shit.” I muttered under my breath.

She was bathed in the blood, it looked like something straight out of a horror movie.

“Alright everyone, I want you to approach her as quietly as possible, Morgan, if you get the chance, corner her.”

Hotch’s voice was a stark contrast to her own, Derek’s response all the same.

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Present Day, Central Park, New York

“But Agents, you still haven’t answered my question. They’re beautiful, aren’t they?”

“Alessia Copeleas, FBI, come on, get up, lets go.”

Derek’s voice was stern, not asking, but demanding that Alessia come with us.

“I’m afraid I just can’t do that, Agents.”

She stood up abruptly, causing all of our weapons to rise. The sun reflected off of the silver metal of Reid’s gun, sparkling in a stunning way that caught me off guard.

We all were trying to act as if we were in total control of the situation, but we could tell that us nor Copelas really believed that. Her words were her weapon, and this was the one time where words could hurt, but sticks and stones had virtually no power.

“Take another step and we will have no hesitation to fire.”

She smirked, rolling her eyes.

“If you do, will I be famous you think? You think they’ll hear about me back home?”

Her curls softly blew in the wind, making her appear almost harmless, maybe even endearing, if it wasn’t for the hardening coat of human blood soaking her clothes and seeping from her skin.

“Is that what you want? The kids back home and everyone here to hear about you? You want ‘Butterfly Baron’ written on every billboard in Times Square, your picture painted in museums, films to be made in your honor?” Reid was the one who spoke up this time, his voice remaining strong. Her eyes shone with a sickening excitement at what he said.

“You want to be famous?”

She nodded vigorously.

“Too bad.”

My eyes widened, surprised at the detour the conversation had taken.

“What-what do you mean?”

“Please, the only thing people will hear about is a sad, boring little girl from a small town who killed to feel better about herself. They’ll forget about you in a week, who knows, maybe they’ll even grow an infatuation with your town, someone you went to school with may get as lucky as to catch their big break!” He laughed, while Alessia looked absolutely devastated.

“You? You’ll be a nobody.”

“That’s not true! I’ll go down in history, and they won’t! I’m the fucking butterfly baron for hells sake! All these people?” She gestured towards her field of bodies.

“You won’t remember their names, maybe not even their pretty faces, but me? I’ll live forever.”

Her nostrils flared and she strode over to Reid with purpose. The safety on my glock clicked off, but Spencer motioned for me to wait. So I did.

“You know, Agent-“

“It’s Doctor.”

This visibly agitated her even more as she started her sentence over again.

“Doctor, you have a beautiful bone structure. Absolutely perfect. Symmetrical, not to mention just flat out stunning.”

A glaze formed over Spencer’s honey eyes at her words. He lowered his gun momentarily before turning towards me, Copelas doing the same.

“And you, Agent. Wow. I feel like I’m in an art exhibit, you’re gorgeous. I think the Doctor man here would agree.”

As he lifted his revolver at me, the situation became all too real as I understood what was happening.

I either had to shoot the man that I was struggling to admit I was beginning to love, or died at the hands of the very same man.

Tears flooded my eyes, all safeties were turned down, and all guns were pointed at Reid.

“Spence, please.”

My voice was weak, something that seemed to bring Alessia lots of joy.

She laughed before talking again, commanding Spencer.

“Pathetic, really! Spence”, she mocked,“shoot her.”

“No!”

bang!

whack!

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Present Day, Somewhere In The Sky, The Jet

I opened my eyes from where I had been tackled to the ground by Hotch, surveying my surroundings to see Alessia laying on the grass, the source of her gunshot wound non-distinguishable from the previous blood on her body.

I looked to the right to see where Spencer had crumpled to, his frame bent in a discombobulated position.

“Spencer!” I cried out, crawling over to him like some sort of dog,

“What happened to him?”

“Y/n, he was going to shoot you-“

“I don’t care you should have let him!”

I cradled his head in my lap, allowing my pent up tears to fall.

“Y/n?”

My eyes snapped open for real this time, my mind calmed at the sight of Spencer sitting next to me on the couch, gently shaking my shoulder in an attempt to wake me from my nightmare.

“Spencer! Sorry, was I too loud?”

He chuckled, gesturing to the rest of the sleeping plane around us.

“You’re fine, I wasn’t sleeping, I decided to reread ‘Fahrenheit 451’ for nostalgia purposes. And you weren’t that loud, you just looked like you were having a bad dream.”

I chuckled at the not-so outlandish idea in an attempt to diminish it from his mind and move on.

“I’m fine. But fun fact, I did have nightmares after reading ‘The Veldt’. Seriously, I don’t get how you can just reread Bradbury’s stuff all the time.”

The genius scoffed, starting a rant on how Ray Bradbury’s storytelling was just classic literature and deserved to be reread, thus successfully changing the topic as I hoped my statement would. Although soon after, he caught on much quicker than I would have liked him to.

“And not to mention, The Veldt alone could be seen as a forewarning to the 21st century and beyond, even Bradbury himself supported that interpretation-‘

I gave him a tired smile, enjoying his rambling like I always did.

“-and you totally just got me to change the subject.”

“I was wondering when you were gonna catch up.”

“Hey!”

He laughed as I rested my head on my hand, trying to fall back asleep.

“Really, I can tell those nightmares are bad. What’s going on?” He questioned, his tone empathetic and compassionate.

“It’s nothing, Reid. I just keep seeing in the park, when Alessia got shot and you-you got hurt but instead of getting up like you did in real life, you just…”

I trailed off, not wanting to relive the negative dream any longer for fear of the tears that were pricking my eyes escaping.

“It’s okay, that didn’t happen, I’m right here.”

He pulled me into a hug, allowing me to bury my head in the crook of his neck, his warmth consuming me once more, a sequel to the film from earlier.

“I know, but what if it hadn’t?” I asked as I pulled away.

He shook his head, reaching for his wallet.

“In this job, this course of work, we can’t focus on ‘what if’s’. In this job, we also get nightmares, all of us. It happens.”

He slid a picture over to me, it was of a happy family. The edges were worn from years of being carried, but the picture seemed loved.

“Gideon gave me that when my nightmares started. He told me about how those families we save everyday, and how that’s what makes what we do worth it. And I know you didn’t know Gideon personally, or the work on the specific case with that family, but I want you to have it anyway-“

I cut him off by throwing my arms around his neck, attempting to speak despite being muffled by his fluffy sweater.

“Thank you, Spence. Truly.”

I smiled, and I imagined he was doing the same.

“No problem y/n. Anytime.”

I moved my legs over to be tucked underneath my arms, leaning into Reid. He wrapped his arm around me, also leaning in. We both managed to fall asleep for the remainder of the ride in our state of content, but not before he managed to sleepily call out my name.

“Y/n?”

“Yeah?”

“When we land do you wanna go on a date or somethin’?”

I smiled at him, separating from his form just long enough to see that beautiful face of his.

“Without a doubt.”

🂦∙🂦∙🂦

AHAHAHHAHAHAHA I’M WAY TOO HAPPY WITH THAT LMAOOO but anyway chile-

i don’t have some long ass paragraph to write this time omg wig, i’m just proud asf of my work for once (except for the zoo part ngl kinda didn’t like it😳)

😛✨vibes✨ love u, xx hj

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not a request, but i need help :((

ok so i've made a crossover fanfic of 2 animes that no one has ever done before, meaning i was the first author to ever make a crossover fic of those 2 animes (it's on wattpad)

so i was checking my ranks when i saw a crossover fic of those same 2 animes, and me, being excited because i've always wanted to read a crossover fic of those same animes but saw NONE so decided to be the writer itself- decided to read it.

that was until i read it's description (the description was a part of her story btw), and it seemed really familiar. there was a line there that i used in my fic

so i got to reading and when i came to her prologue, bruh. i read it and it legit looked like she took it from my first chapter. the same events, even the same words although she changed it up a bit.

you see, the first chapter of my fic was they were in a meeting. they were discussing a problem. one of them was projecting a picture on the large screen using a projector. fast forward, a guy says that the government decided to hire one of them to help solve problem. the chosen one is y/n, who's 14, making her the perfect age since the rest of the people she'll be working with will be around her age.

okay now to hers, ITS THE SAME. same being in a meeting, same showing a picture on a large screen, and same y/n being chosen for the job. the y/n on her fic is 15. 😔 the way she even described or wrote some of them is very very similar to mine! ://

idk if im just overthinking or making it a big deal but its been frustrating me and i have no one to tell about it :// it's just, she started writing that fic 1 month after i first published mine, and idk its just weird that someone suddenly started making a crossover fic of the same 2 animes, and to see fragments of my plot in her chapters although some are worded differently; is it plagiarism? should i confront the author? its just when you make a story and you see the plot you made in somebody else's, you're sure to recognize, even if its worded differently, right? :(( aaa idk i think im just being toxic😭

it’s okay to feel that way, i totally understand. i would suggest trying to message her about it and just try and work it through. i’m not sure how wattpad works so i’m not gonna be the best of help :(

try putting a copyright thing too just in case! i wish you the best <3

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16.21, melt, chad gable

Title: melt

Theme: snow

Fandom / Character(s): Chad Gable & a random oc, Sophie.

Warnings: a very handsy makeout and cute awkward flirting, idk.

Word Count: my guesstimate is roughly around 1k. Maybe sliiightly over.

So... I wrote this on a whim. I literally just got the idea to write something cute and fluffy for a wrestler who doesn’t have many fics out there for him, (which to me, is a bit of a damn shame) and I wanted to write a snowball fight, so.. Here we fucking go, lol. Sophie is a character I made up,btw...This is my entry for the day for @champbucks 12 Days of Christmas challenge.

Again.. I made the banner for this. Don’t steal/repost.

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I hadn’t been able to get out of the building fast enough. The second I finished my last patch up job for the night, I was shoving through the crowd and making a beeline for the door that led out of the arena, one goal in mind… To at least enjoy a little of the first snowfall of winter.

I stepped out the door and into the parking lot, stretching out my arms and throwing my head back. I didn’t care that the snow was falling heavier now and that it was cold, wet against my warm skin as it melted.

It felt so good. The world was coated in a powdery and shimmering coat of white and everything looked so damn pure. And at the moment, my tracks from the door to where I stood were the only tracks to disturb the good half inch of snow already gathered on the ground. I spun in a half circle, arms still stretched wide just taking it all in.

The snow, the chill in the air. The twinkling lights that circled a shrub nearby.

I laughed out loud at myself and took a deep breath, as if I could breathe in the scent of winter’s magic. As far as I knew, I had the lot to myself for the time being because everyone else was still inside, still filming the last hour of the show. I flopped down onto the sidewalk and leaned back against a brick half wall, staring up at the night sky.

The sound of the door being thrown open and then slammed shut, followed by nearly growled swears had me peeping around the corner of the little brick half wall I was mostly hidden behind. Chad Gable was sitting on the concrete walkway, right outside of the door, his head in his hands. I sighed to myself and shook my head because I knew things were rough for him.

It bothered me. A lot more than it should.

,, because you’ve got a monster crush on the guy, Sophie.” my brain taunted. And with that thought and my earlier conversation with Nikki and Alexa about finally acting on said crush, I stood and took a deep breath, gathering some snow in my hands, packing it lightly as a teasing and playful grin filled my face.

I crept up on him carefully, clearing my throat when I stood in front of him. Tapping my foot slightly. Chad looked up, giving me his best “i’m fine, this is fine” grin and I bit my lip, not bothering to hide the fact that I was staring at his mouth. Hard.

Shaking my head about it, I spoke up. “You gonna sit here and fume all night or..?”

“Or what, exactly?” Chad asked in a quiet tone. I sighed and took a deep breath. “I’m about to do this for yer own good, Gable. Somebody needs t’ cool y’ down.”

I raised the hand I held my haphazardly rolled snowball in and I pitched it lazily, right at him. He wiped his face and I took off at a run, giggling, stopping about halfway across the lot to call out to him, “Well? You gonna sit there all night, Gable, or are you gonna do somethin about it?”

Chad eyed me a second or two, a brow raised. I tapped my foot impatiently against crunchy snow and called out to him again, “C’mon, Gable.. Afraid you’re goin t’ melt?”

He stood, chuckling quietly as he gathered some snow in his hands and I smiled to myself, darting away at a run. Attempting to get back behind my half wall cover. Instead, I tripped and slid, settling behind it. Chad was hot on my heels, so when I landed, he tripped over my foot and landed… Right on top of me.

I giggled out in a rush, “Ya know.. Normally, I require that the guy buy me drinks first.” as I moved my hand around a little, grabbing hold of some more snow. Chad seemed to have the same idea, feeling around beside him without breaking my gaze, smirking just a little. He grabbed a handful of snow and before I could try to curl into myself to protect myself from what was about to happen, his hand slipped just beneath the hem of my favorite long sleeve shirt and my breath caught in my throat.

The icy cold snow melted against my warm skin, rolling down my abdomen, making me squirm against him a little as I raised my hand and managed to place the handful of snow I’d gathered while lying trapped beneath him right down the back of the neck of his bright blue tee shirt. The laughter died on our mouths as soon as we locked eyes again and I gulped when I realized that yes, we were still laying in the snow, Chad was still on top of me and neither one of us had bothered to actually move.

But I couldn’t stop staring, see.. It started with those damn blue eyes.. Then it wound up with me, staring intently at his lips and licking my own. He cleared his throat and went to sit up, but before I could stop myself, I was grabbing hold of the front of his shirt, pulling him back down. He chuckled quietly, a brow raised. A few seconds passed, hot and heavy and dominating the air between us to a point where I couldn’t breathe and he muttered, “Sophie?”

“Yeah?”

“If you want to do something, do it.” he mumbled, smirking when instead of just going for it, I froze for a second or two. “I thought so.” he mumbled a second or two later.

And something in me snapped.

“Do something, huh?” I mumbled as I raised my arms, wrapping them around his neck, my fingers toying with the hair at the nape of his neck as I pressed myself against him fully and slowly, inched my mouth against his, clumsily connecting with the corner. Chad groaned quietly and just as I went to pull my mouth away, his mouth connected with mine completely, his tongue dancing over the outline of my lips, parting them and tangling with my tongue as he deepened the kiss to a point where I almost couldn’t catch my breath and I wasn’t sure if we were breathing on our own or breathing for each other.

His lips strayed from mine when the kiss broke, dancing carefully down my throat and my fingers dug into his shoulder and scalp as I whimpered quietly and my breath caught in my throat all over again and when his eyes met mine, I bit my cheek and worked on trying to pull myself together. But it was too late, the fire was lit. I reached out and gripped his jaw, pulling his mouth back down and against mine all over again, a kiss so deep and needy that I could feel his lips starting to swell a little when it broke. He chuckled, a groan coming shortly after when I rubbed against him just a little.

And from above us, a throat cleared and Baron Corbin pretended to gag, right before dumping a bucket of snow down on both of us and smirking. “Thought you two could use the cool down.”

As Baron walked off, we sat up, Chad moving to sit behind me with his arms around me. I called out to Baron with a laugh, “Awww… Somebody mad because nobody wants to kiss his greasy ass?”

Baron flipped me off over his shoulder and I glared, rolling my eyes before turning my attention back to Chad. “So...you were saying? About me, doing what I want?”

“You wanted to kiss me…”

“I mean, that’s not even half of what I wanna do, but it’s a start. C’mon, Chad. My ass is frozen and I’m pretty sure I smelled cocoa down in the catering area.” I hopped up and held out my hand. Chad took hold of it, letting me think I’d pulled him up out of the snow and he chuckled quietly, staring at me and shaking his head, almost as if he were more than a little shocked.

He should honestly try being me right now, because never… Not in a million years.. Did I once think I’d actually go for it.

#12 days of christmas #chad gable fanfiction #chad gable fanfic #chad gable imagine #chad gable imagines #my writing; chad gable #my fics; chad gable #my oneshots; chad gable #teeth rotting fluff ahead #12daysofchristmas

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hellreads · 5 years

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Do you have any idol! au to recommend? They’re my favorite!

hi there love, yes! I do have recommendations for you, checking my ficshelf and current reads ~ turns out I have read (and saved) one too many fics in that universe, btw I will be separating this in two categories ~ idol!bangtan & idol!reader ~ I hope you enjoy reading the stories I listed here (under the cut)!

p.s. I tried my best to limit the recs jasdhfkjsfgasjbhsadfghasdfs uggghhhhh there’s just so many good idol!au reads out there T_T ❤️ | 🍒

Idol!Bangtan~

❥ The Fitting by @noona-la-la-la ➴ Idol / Stylist!AU | Jungkook x Reader | Series➴ The younger Jungkook has a workplace crush on you, but you let the flattery get to you and make a proposition you can’t take back.

❥ If You’re Struggling Like I Am by @btssavedmylifeblr ➴ Idol / Lovers!AU | Jungkook x Reader | Series➴ You are hired as a makeup artist for BigHit working with BTS. You are older than all of them, yet, despite your best efforts, you find yourself slowly falling in love with the youngest member.

❥ Physcom by @teawithkpop ➴ Idol / Sex Worker!AU | OT7 x Reader | Series➴ AU where live-in Physical Companions are provided to k-pop groups so the members can relieve their sexual related stress and tension - around their busy schedules, of course. You are one such “PhysCom”. However, complications arise when the BTS members start harboring romantic feelings for you. Feelings you’re not sure you can reject with any believable amount of conviction. Such a scandal could result in getting both you and them fired and exposed, ruining any future career options for all parties involved… it turns out the “com” in PhysCom might as well stand for complications.

❥ See You @gimmesumsuga ➴ Idol / Fan!AU | Taehyung x Reader | Two-Shot➴ The one where Taehyung notices you at a concert, and can’t help but want to see you again.

❥ Side to Side by @forgottenpasta ➴ Idol / Therapist!AU | Jimin x Reader | One-Shot➴ Jimin loves massages and as his physical therapist, it’s your duty to help him relax. Even if it means blurring professional boundaries and going a little too deep with your “hands-on” approach.

❥ Maid for You by @forgottenpasta ➴ Idol / Maid!AU | Taehyung x Reader x Jungkook | One-Shot➴ As Bangtan’s dorm maid you’re expected to be professional, your identity anonymous. Until Jeongguk finds you on your knees beside his bed, with his Rolex in your hand.

❥ Baby, You’re Bad by @forgottenpasta ➴ Idol / Sperm-Donor / Pregnancy!AU | Yoongi x Reader | Series➴ A drunken, pre-debut mistake comes back to haunt Yoongi when years later you turn up pregnant from the sperm he donated when he was a broke, underground rapper.

❥ Seven Days a Week Series by @forgottenpasta ➴ Idol / Poly!AU | OT7 x Reader (Individual) | Series➴ Each day of the week was reserved for one member: Jimin on Mondays, Namjoon on Tuesdays, Hoseok on Wednesdays, Seokjin on Thursdays, Taehyung on Fridays, Jeongguk on Saturdays and Yoongi on Sundays.➴ Sunday | Yoongi ⇢ But when you accidentally ditch a Sunday night date with the rapper, things go downhill faster than you’d anticipated.➴ Wednesday | Hoseok ⇢ Juggling a relationship with seven boys was difficult on its own. Add to that your insecurities, your mother’s disapproval and Hoseok forgetting your anniversary and you had the makings of the worst Wednesday ever. (…Or the best Wednesday ever?)

❥ What’s Mine is Mine by @avveh ➴ Idol / Fan!AU | Jungkook x Reader | One-Shot➴ You caught his eye from day one. As far as Jungkook was concerned, you were always meant to be his.

❥ Comfort Inn Ending by @joonbird ➴ Idol / Exes!AU | Jungkook x Reader | Series➴ “It was you who Jungkook gave his heart to- that is until the day you broke it. And it is you now, hoping that some faultlines can be repaired and that some broken hearts can be put back together again.”

❥ Temptation by @yminie ➴ Idol / Poly!AU | OT7 x Reader | Series➴ Sleeping Temptation | Yoongi + Jimin ⇢ Yoongi and Jimin come home to find you asleep on the couch. To say they were happy they beat the other members back would be an understatement. ➴ Waking Temptation | Namjoon + Hoseok + Taehyung ⇢ Hoseok, Taehyung and Namjoon are home, and you’re not asleep anymore. ➴ Sweeter Temptation | Seokjin ⇢ After an eventful evening, it’s the morning after and Jin’s there to take care of you.➴ Breaking Temptation | Jungkook ⇢ Jungkook ditches movie night for other activities, and you’re not impressed.

❥ Cum by @honeymoonjin ➴ Idol!AU | OT7 x Reader | Two-Shot➴ An episode of Run! BTS in which the seven members compete to see who can make you cum first.

❥ Reminiscence by fringesofsanity➴ Idol / Ex-Flame!AU | Taehyung x Reader | Series➴ At your husband’s cafe-restaurant Reminisce, customers wine and dine to recall fond memories of the past. It’s always been a happy place for you and your family of three. Until a certain VIP guest scratches memories of a secret rendezvous years back in Miami.

❥ Effervescence by fringesofsanity➴ Idol / Ex-Flame!AU | Taehyung x Reader | Series➴ Just like the fizz of a cola on a hot summer’s day, your encounter with Taehyung is short but sparkly sweet.

Getting married in three months, you and your girls attend Ultra Miami to cap your single life, a final hurrah of some sort. What you didn’t expect is meeting a beguiling boy with a boxy smile who gives you a festival you’ll forever reminisce.

❥ Kissing Fire by @jksmoongf ➴ Idol / Infidelity!AU | Jungkook x Reader | Series➴ It always feels like there is only one person in the world to love. And then you find somebody else.

❥ Hyung, Open the Door by @gotmetalkinginmysleep ➴ Idol / Lovers!AU | Yoongi x Reader x Taehyung x Jungkook | One-Shot➴ You’ve been keeping the boys awake with your moaning for months thanks to Yoongi. Tae and Jungkook want to find out why.

❥ Don’t Swallow by @gotmetalkinginmysleep ➴ Idol / Lovers!AU | Taehyung x Reader x ??? | One-Shot➴ Admitting your inner thoughts with your partner wasn’t a sensible idea.

Idol!Reader ~

❥ Aperture by @maliby➴ Fanboy / Idol!AU | Taehyung x Reader | One-Shot➴ You met Taehyung at a fan sign and you knew right away that he was trouble, are you willing to risk it all for a fan?

❥ Nymphet Garden by @re-sugance & @sugarcookiesandsins ➴ Fanboy / Idol!AU | OT7 x Reader | Series➴ He was just a fanboy, they got dragged into it, and so blooms your love story.

❥ Limerence by @kaitaekook➴ Idol x Idol!AU | Jungkook x Reader | One-Shot➴ Idol life has given Jungkook his share of blessings and curses but he wasn’t quite sure where you fell. The only thing he is certain of is that he likes you more than IU - way more.

❥ Heaven by @gamerguk➴ Manager / Idol!AU | Namjoon x Reader | Series➴ Being a part of the world’s biggest girl group had its struggles, especially when your members could barely stand the sight of you. it’s not all bad though, at least your manager, Namjoon, is always available to comfort in any way you need him to.

#answered #tete-a-tete #anon #recs from hell #rfh:ot7 #rfh:knj #rfh:ksj #rfh:myg #rfh:jhs #rfh:pjm #rfh:kth #rfh:jjk #tbh I have way too many idol!au fics on my list #you can check the ficshelf for more love!#also @forgottenpasta is definitely my favorite idol!au writer and it shows #brb off to read the rest of her works #bb if you're reading this luv you sorry for too many @ tags ghsajdfghjsdgfjkhdsfgjksd #I have listed my super faves here i hope you'll love them #also all the idol!reader ones are crazy good as well <3

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One more chance (Klaus x reader)

Request; May I request a Klaus x reader but like REALLY ANGSTY cause I’m in a sad mood uwu. With the prompts 31, 19, 17. I know, very angsty 😅🥺 but I love Klaus so can you please write a happy ending please and thank you if you can! 🥰🏹💛💛 Also I really liked the recent tattoo shop! the smut was good btw

- 17. “Please don’t cry. Do anything but cry.”

- 19. “I can’t do this anymore.”

- 31. “You cheated on me?”

Summary; Reader goes to visit her boyfriend, Klaus but finds Klaus in bed with somebody else.

A/N; The apocalypse didn’t happen in this fic. The reason why I didn’t make Klaus “cheat” on the reader with Dave is since I can’t get mad if Klaus went with Dave since it was war! And you need someone so I would understand that.

Trigger warnings; Sad but with a happy ending.

You were standing in front of the Umbrella Academy opening the gate. You had texted Diego to ask where Klaus had spend the night. Diego had answered that he had seen Klaus walking around in the umbrella academy, and thus here you were.

You knocked on the door, waiting for the front door to be opened. A couple minutes later the front door opened and the smile of Grace greeted you. ‘Hello, Grace.’ You said with a smile. ‘Hello (Y/N), Klaus is in his bedroom but I haven’t seen him awake yet. ’

Grace took a step aside, letting you in. ‘Thank you Grace.’ You said with a soft smile. ‘Can I make you something? Thee or breakfast? I’m afraid we don’t have any coffee.’ She asked you and you shook your head. ‘No, I’m fine. Thank you. But I think Klaus would love some breakfast later.’ You said and Grace nodded. ‘I’ll get right to it then.’ She said walking towards the kitchen.

You started walking towards the bedrooms, seeing Klaus his door closed. You quietly opened the door, wanting to surprise Klaus. You saw Klaus laying on his stomach, his leg sticking out under the covers. You took a step forward, but your foot hit a vodka bottle making it roll into the room. You let out a sigh.

You walked towards the bed, and placed your hands on Klaus his shoulder. ‘Klaus? Klaus?’ You shook your boyfriend awake. Klaus’s body slowly started moving, but then something started moving next to Klaus too.

‘Klaus! What the hell!?’ You yelled at him when you saw a blond woman come out from under the covers. She looked around and saw you standing there, a look of shock on her face. Klaus had quickly woken up from your yelling, shooting up from the bed.

‘Shit (Y/N)!’ He said and he turned around looking at the woman. Only now did you noticed that Klaus was only wearing his boxers while the girl was naked. All the anger inside your body turned to ashes, making a place for calmness. You placed your hands on your hips. ‘Explain.’ You sneered at Klaus.

‘(Y/N), this is Mercedes.’ Klaus said waving his hand at the woman, Mercedes. Of course, ofcourse she had a name like that. ‘Mercedes, would you be so kind as to leave me alone with my boyfriend?’ You asked, plastering a fake smile on your face.

‘Boy-boyfriend?’ She asked surprised, and she turned to Klaus. ‘You said you were single!’ She said frantically, climbing over Klaus to get out of bed. She quickly pulled her clothes back on. Just before she left she turned to you. ‘I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to.’ She said but you held up your hand, and then let it fall down again.‘Goodbye Mercedes.’ You said and she quickly left.

‘(Y-Y/N) I’m so-,’ You turned towards him and held up your hand again. ‘You cheated on me?’ You said calmly, but the tears were forming in our eyes. ‘(Y/N), I didn’t mean too. Yesterday I had taken a bath and my high was wearing off, so I started...seeing things again. I just had to take soms pills, but I may have also had some whiskey with that.’ Klaus started to explain, falling silent as to think about how to explain the next part.

‘So you got to high didn’t you? You were high and drunk. And let me guess you went out and met Mercedes.’ You guessed and Klaus nodded and stood up. ‘Yes, exactly! I was drunk and high, very high so you can’t hold me accountable.’ Klaus said looking at you.

‘And you just happen to forget you have a girlfriend waiting for you? And you didn’t think about how she would feel if she found out?’ You asked looking at him, he was silent. ‘Would you have even told me?’ You then asked softly. Klaus remained silent, looked at the ground and then shook his head.

You let out a strangled laugh, went with your hands over you face. “I can’t do this anymore.” You mumbled. ‘What did you say?’ Klaus asked carefully. ‘I said, I can’t do this anymore.’ You said louder, looking him in the eye. A tear went down your cheek but you paid no attention to it. ‘I have been patient enough with you with your drugs and alcohol abuse. Other people would have already left you by now, but here is where I draw the line. No more Klaus, no more.’ You said, tears streaming down your face at the end of your little speech.

“Please don’t cry. Do anything but cry.” Klaus set taking a step closer but you took a step back. ‘Please, (Y/N) I can’t live without you.’ Klaus said, his voice sounded broken. ‘Please don’t leave me.’ He begged her. You were silent for a while. ‘I need to think.’ You said and then you ran out of the room.

***

Klaus finished his story and looked around his therapy group. ‘It has been a week and I still haven’t heard anything from her.’ Klaus sighed. Everybody looked at his hand, taking Klaus his story in. ‘No opinions? No advice from anyone?’ He asked looking around the group.

‘When you cheat on someone, you’re telling them they’re not good enough for you.’ A woman, Klaus believed her name was Susan, said. She was sitting across from Klaus in the circle. She was first looking at her hands, but was now staring straight at Klaus.

Then Klaus was reminded of why Susan was in his therapy group. She had found her husband, who she had a relationship with for 20 years in bed with another woman. It turned out he was having a secret affair for 5 years with her best friend.

‘You’re basically telling them you never loved them. You may beg to differ but how can you put someone you truly love in such a position? To make them doubt there self-worth. To make them question everything they thought they knew about you? To make them believe that their trust was completely misplaced?’ Susan said, Klaus knowing that it was also a little bit about their relationship.

‘But I was as high as a kite, and to drunk to even walk. It was just a mistake.’ Klaus tried to defend himself. Susan stood up angrily. ‘Cheating is not a mistake. If you truly love someone, you will not be able to kiss someone else without tasting your loved ones lips. You will not be able to take your clothes off for someone else without feeling like a field ripped bare to it’s soil. Cheating is a choice, it’s a choice you made because you obviously don’t give a single fuck about your relationship.’ Susan screamed at Klaus. ‘I have been listening to your stupid stories for almost a year now, and you always sound so fond of this girl. But if you truly loved her you wouldn't cheat on her. Sober, drunk, high it shouldn't matter. ’ Susan finished sitting down again.

Klaus stood up. ‘I have somewhere to be.’ He said and he stormed off.

***

You were in your sweat pants, sitting on the couch watching FRIENDS when your doorbell rang. You slowly walked towards the door, and opened it. You eyes went wide when you saw Klaus standing before you, a single rose in his hand.

‘Klaus I,-’ You started but this time Klaus hold up his hand, the one with “Hello” on it. You wanted to laugh but the situation didn’t really let you. ‘Just hear me out, please.’ He looked at you begginly, so you nodded. You wanted to give him a chance.

He handed you the rose first. ‘I wanted to get you a whole bunch of them but I only had two dollars in my pocket.’ He said and he saw the corner of your mouth quickly shot upwards, but it came down just as fast. ‘Thank you.’ You said, looking at him expectantly.

‘(Y/N), you make me feel loved, protected, and taken care of. You make me want to be a better person, and I don’t ever want to live my life without you by my side. This week without you has been miserable. A wise woman said something to me today and just made me realise how much I fucked up. I love you (Y/N), and I want to spend every day of the rest of my life to prove just how much I love you. I know that you won’t be able to forgive me what happend, at least not for a long while but I gladly expect that punishment because I deserve it. I just want to ask you to be mine again, and I’ll be yours, till the end of time.’ Klaus said looking at you.

Your eyes went from Klaus to the rose, and back to Klaus again. ‘I used to think of you as somebody who would never hurt me, but I have decided to give you one more chance. One more chance. But it will come with some rules, mostly about your drugs and alcohol problem.’ You said and Klaus started to nod frantically. ‘Anything.’ He said taking a step closer.

‘I’ll have that kiss now then.’ She said and Klaus didn’t hesitate placing his lips softly on yours. You slowly pulled away and took a step back. ‘You may come in if you want.’ You said with a slight smile. ‘Oh, I can’t. I have therapy to get back to. I have somebody to prove wrong.’ Klaus said placing a kiss on your cheek and he was off again.

You looked at him from the distance and closed the door. You grabbed a vase from one of the cabinets and you placed the rose in the vase. You looked at the rose and grabbed one of the petals tearing it off. One more chance.

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