#ch: spencer

[cautiously0ptimistic]

from left to right:

Sabrina, Nolan, Reagan, Spencer, Corrine, Lilly, Lucas, Ivy (formerly Nina), Ariel, Vaughn, Yasmin (formerly Alexandra), Samael, Xavier, & Daphne (formerly Roxana)

[kittyhq]

TAGGING → KITTY WILDE &  @nyadaspencer

LOCATION → miscast party at nyada

TIME FRAME → friday night, 9/27.

NOTES → kitty throws shade with her best friend.

"okay so...who do you think is the worst so far?" kitty says with a devilish grin, "and i guess the other side of that coin is who's the best, but i know you're gonna say me, so what's the point of asking?" she bumps his shoulder playfully and scans the room, trying to predict for herself who his answer will be.

[brittany-pierce]

i'm talking more about people who are performing just to perform because it's fun and they go to a school for performers, i mean, what's wrong with that? they feel inspired and start singing in public...that's fearless, that's whimsical, there should be more of that in life.

what's whimsical about copying a trend thousands of other people have already done?

[hanasnx]

being spencer’s secret lowkey girlfriend who also happens to work at the FBI, but in a different unit. and there’s always talk about how hot you are and spencer always hears how much people want to fuck you.

and he just has to laugh to himself because at the end of the day he’s the one who gets to fuck you into the mattress every single night 🙂‍↕️🩷

OH, SHE’S SO HOT — s.reid

“ be my addiction, material girl / wrapped ‘round my finger like diamonds and pearls ” 🪽

MINORS DNI 18+ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ ✉️ | criminal minds. NOTES. thank god u said smthn anon ive been wanting to write about smthn like this. also im only on s1 so those are the characters i’ll be using. WARNINGS. fem reader ノ established relationship ノ everybody thirsting over you is currently single ノ suggestive material.

“she’s pretty.” jennifer relents with a shrug. her curiosity gets the better of her and she leans forward for a better glimpse of you. this isn’t your unit, but you’re paying a visit to hotch over at the far side of the room. “she’s really pretty.” she muses, her tone shifting to one of admission while she sizes you up. it’s not that you’re any kind of threat or unwelcome presence, but now the wheels in jj’s head are turning, “her and hotch aren’t… they couldn’t be…” SPENCER REID, who’s been sitting politely at his desk, perks his head up. he hadn’t seen you come in, but his pen raises and his lips part, all to claim you as someone he knows until he’s interrupted.

“girl like that? c’mon. at the very least he’s thinking about it.” derek chimes in, smoothly taking an open seat in one of the desk clumps to join the gossiping throng. spencer closes his mouth, pen dropping to his lap defeatedly. jj shifts in her position, having leaned her tailbone on the edge of the desk to cross her ankles smartly. now she needs a better angle to see you and aaron’s conversation. derek gestures to your back with his hand vaguely, addressing the group like he’s an expert in using his background in profiling for this specific strain of body language. spencer obediently follows the direction, furrowed brows landing on you as he cranes his neck to see you. “look at the way he’s standing. toes pointed towards her, making eye contact. he wants her.” derek scoffs, taking a long sip from his coffee as he studies you. it’s hard to tell from just the sliver of your face visible, but he’s seen enough of you to know you’re a catch. the genius starts to scratch his head.

“guys, hate to be the buzzkill, but can we get back on task?” elle interrupts just as jj was opening her mouth to continue scheming. “we don’t know anything about her. besides, hotch isn’t the kind of guy.”

“kind of guy to what?” jj clarifies with an impish tug to her lips, pivoting her head to cast elle a sly glance.

elle meets her gaze. “to get into a workplace relationship. he’s too professional for that.” she pinches her one shoulder in a shrug as she organizes a pile of files. spencer’s lips purse, mind racing at the prospect of being judged for unprofessionalism. it did occur to him there would be some scrutiny involved, which is why you and him have mostly been sneaking around thus far. still, it’s intimidating to have it laid out like this in front of him… and oddly thrilling. his fingers begin to fiddle with the pen in his lap. big, brown eyes glance from person to person as they lead the conversation, soaking in all the information like a sponge.

“he’s a guy.” derek once again imposes his theory, and says the statement like it’s definitive. even jj rolls her eyes. spencer clenches his jaw, tilting his head to himself as if it say, yes, that’s true. i fell for it, too.

“just because you haven’t been getting any doesn’t mean you get to go and make it everyone’s problem.” the blonde teases, straightening to her full height, heels clacking as she passes behind derek, giving him a healthy pat on his shoulder while he laughs sarcastically.

“ha. ha.” it’s a dry reply, one that leaves the group quiet for a second while penelope takes the recently departed’s place. “hey, garcia.”

“hey, what’re we talkin’ about?” she asks in that perky voice of hers, it’s only the throng’s hushed tones that bring her down to their level. she ducks her head symbolically. “sorry. didn’t know we were swapping secrets.”

elle may not act amused, yet she’s still participating. “they’re talking about hotch and the new girl.”

“tattletale.” derek taunts.

“grow up.”

“the new girl?” penelope confirms quizzically, twisting her face to match her dialogue as she scans her surroundings. it’s clear when she’s spotted you because her jaw drops, “oh, she’s hot.” once again she’s scolded by her colleagues shushing her, ducking down a second time with some exclamation about how weird they’re being. semi-hidden behind a desk’s partition, she goes for a second look. she doesn’t announce to everyone that you made hotch laugh. it’s a small kind of chuckle, a clear smile on his lips. it’s something spencer notices though, and he bows his head to avert his prying eyes. he doesn’t know hotch to joke around like that, and he doesn’t like the way it feels. instead, penelope points something else out, “she kind’a looks like spencer’s type, don’t you think?” her thumbs gestures to you lazily, and everyone looks at you through a new lens.

derek sets his sights on something to antagonize, “huh. awfully quiet there, reid.” he muses as he leans over, the flat of his hand batting spencer’s shoulder to get his attention. “what d’you think of her?” he asks coolly, sinking back into the chair while he sets his ankle up on his knee.

“hm?” spencer responds as if he hasn’t been listening, pulling the pen from between his lips. he meets derek’s gaze over the coffee cup, and all derek does is point and nod towards you discretely. spencer obliges now that he’s been asked directly. “oh, um…” he takes his time. “i dunno, she’s… i dunno.” brown eyes drool down like molasses, from your hair, to your smart outfit, to the seams from your pantyhose at the backs of your calves, to your black heels. you know he loves that. he’s broken through a couple pairs of those tights because he just couldn’t wait. “she’s… you know…”

the speechlessness causes a small eruption behind him, the group swapping expressions and silent conversations about his reaction. the spencer they know would start talking about the quality of fabric you’re wearing, the history of it and how—fun fact—it started some war in some country that doesn’t exist anymore. any useless knowledge he could spit out because his brain is a computer. they don’t get a chance to break the silence, you and hotch split. hotch begins his ascent to their desk clump and you pass by. everyone averts their eyes, everyone but spencer. you’re not shy either. you hold his eye contact, you even give him a small knowing smile, and a deliberate nod. derek’s jaw seems to unhinge witnessing such an obvious bid. spencer glances back at everyone, “now, guys—now, now—“ he stutters out, trying to fit words in with innocent gestures and a nervous grin. derek’s hand clamps on his shoulder and jostles him in some kind of show of manly camaraderie.

“dr. reid, you dog!”

“she was totally looking at you, spencer!”

“oh, my god.” derek, penelope, and elle respectively all give their input just as hotch approaches.

“what’s this about?” he asks, brows knit together at such an unusual display. spencer can’t seem to answer that either, shoulders stuck in a shrug and mouth open to make some case that never gets made.

@HANASNX 2025 | do not copy, plagiarize, or steal.

[kichedatabase]

[callsign-coolsquirrel]

Lazy Day 🦈

theyre watching the cinematic masterpiece,Oceans (2009),for the 12th time this week. Spencers being a JABBERJAW and explaining whats happening even though its literally a documentary and his excuse is that the baby responds better to his voice :)

ALSO i have an alt version of this on my Patreon consisting of older/later season!Spencer 🤭

[rach-berry]

the only response i will dignify you with, is this, because i truly don't understand why you don't get this -

to attend an academy for the dramatic arts, you should have some modicum of talent in....you guessed it, the dramatic arts! football, quite literally, means nothing here.

until i have seen some evidence that you actually do have a talent for such arts, i am going to believe that you are talentless.

and now i am truly, truly done. transfer schools if you hate everything about the place and the people so much. do not talk to me again unless you are going to act like a human person and not a neanderthal.

dude, you're the one who brought up the topic of us associating together, not me. i was just doing the gentlemanly thing and letting you down easy. my bad for having manners, fart face.

you think what i do takes no talent? okay, then. prove me wrong. come to a practice sometime. show me how easy it is. what is it that i'm supposedly inferior about, exactly? just because i'm gay, it doesn't mean i have to be interested in musicals. that's a stereotype, and i thought you were better than that.

[cigarette-gf]

stress reliever, spencer reid fluff.

spencer reid loves doting on you, it's his favorite thing. he loves the sweet, surprised smile that stretches your lips. like you had no idea this was even an option. the soft giggle that escapes when he brings you your favorite treats and tea (just the way you like it). it makes everything else iust fade away until it's just the two of you.

he loves everything about taking care of you, he wished he could do it all the time. it makes him feel loved, and cherished. and he loves making you feel loved, and how can you not? especially when spencer's helping you after a long day at work. his fingers threading through your hair, helping untangle the messy strands. he's walking with you to the bathroom and brushing your tweth for you. he can see the exhaustion, his eyebrows knit together in worry and love. he helps you into the room and puts on your comfort show, settling into the bed next to you and putting your head on his chest to ease the stress.

[philtstone]

proof of that my tedious yapping was not substance less: chapter one of the zombie au sequel 🥲🫶🏼😔

[annabthesolitarywriter]

More Boromir headcanons (pt.2)

**Boromir as a boy-dad**

So many people, including myself, primarily think of Boromir as a girl-dad. As I have already explained in my main Boromir headcanon post, Boromir marries my OC Idhrildin of Anórien in the year 3020 of the Third Age and they have four children, three girls and one boy. In this post, I will be talking a little bit about Boromir's relationship with his son and how it differs from the relationship he has with his daughters.

Boromir's son, Berenor, is the baby of the house. He is born in FoA 17, and, contrarily to many nobles, Boromir is not thrilled because he has a son. He is thrilled simply because he has a new child and his joy turns to worry as soon as he is informed that Idhrildin is not doing as well as it is expected. He takes care of his newborn son while Idhrildin recovers and also takes care of him during her frequent bouts of illness during the following two years. When she dies, he is inconsolable but knows that his children need him, especially Berenor. Idhrildin dies when he is just two and, as a result, he does not really remember her and he is raised by Boromir as a single dad. His sisters—especially Findelis "Lis"—help him out, but Boromir does not want to overburden his daughters and does most of the raising himself. The first five years or so are definitely the hardest. He misses his wife terribly (obviously) and feels like he has no idea what he is doing. He is going through the motions and, although he tries his best to be a good dad, he feels like he is falling short. He is actually doing excellent, but he does not see it that way.

He is grateful that his wife helped him improve his cooking and house-management skills because those really come in handy. He has servants and people managing the household, but he and Idhrildin have always encouraged their children not to be too reliant on others doing things for them and he wants his son be able to provide for himself too. As such, he teaches him how to dress on his own, how to clean his own room and how to wash his own clothes and, by the age of ten, Berenor is perfectly capable of doing all these things without his dad having to remind him about it.

This completely goes against the Southern Gondorian custom of pampering male heirs of noble families and some people indeed criticize Boromir for his oddities but most of his quirks are dismissed as they are perceived as the nonsensical actions of a grieving man. So, in a way, he is excused.

While, as Lord of Osgiliath and Prince of Anórien, he is entitled to the protection of his own personal guard, Boromir also strongly believes that anyone—regardless of background or social status—should be given the tools to defend themselves and teaches his children basic defense techniques.

Out of his three daughters, Findelidrin "Idy" is the one who is more eager to learn about the military and how things work in the army. She is the spunky, rebel, sassy child after all. Findelis "Lis" is a quick learner, but she is not comfortable around weapons and only uses them when strictly necessary. Idhrilwen is too pure a soul to like anything even remotely related to war and, for her, it is a struggle to even pick up a knife. She is scared of war and sticks to helping people out.

Berenor takes after him and plays with wooden swords all the time during his childhood. He much prefers playing with swords to studying and has to be persuaded to attend his classes. He finds them boring and has trouble completing his assignments not because he is stupid, but because of his lack of interest in most things he is taught.

Lis writes most of his essays and Berenor only alters a few words so that his tutors are more easily fooled. He changes and adjusts his attitude as he grows up and, while I suppose he will never be the equivalent of an A student, he starts showing more interest and willingness to commit to his studies when he hits puberty. I guess he matures a lot during that time, which is fair, to be honest. The time he spends with Eönwë and his baby "cousins" also affect him pretty deeply in a good way. Boromir and Eönwë are definitely his biggest influences, while he sees little of Faramir. He does respect and love his uncle, but Faramir is a bit busy with this own things, so I do not think they will interact as much. Nevertheless, Faramir does love all of his brother's children and he does get to spend some time with Berenor whenever Boromir and his family visit Ithilien. I feel Berenor finds Faramir intimidating because he rarely smiles and always seems angry. He does not know the details of what Faramir went through—Boromir never told him—and thinks his presence upsets his uncle for some reason. As I said, they do get to spend some time together, but Berenor will try to give him space. He is obviously biased, but he finds his dad a lot more fun to be around.

BOROMIR AND HIS LITTLE BOY: A LIST OF THINGS TO REMEMBER

Berenor adores his dad. Boromir is the only parent he ever knew, so they are very close. Boromir reads him bedtime stories every night up until the age of ten, but, more often than not, they always end up talking about Idhrildin and they both end up crying as a result. He may be spunky and a little bit of a troublemaker, but it is important to note that Berenor is also a very kind, considerate and sensitive little boy. He has a lot of empathy, cares a lot for others and shows it. Boromir encourages him to act like a normal child and does not force anything on him. He just expects him to be a good, honorable little boy. He is partly raised by his sisters, which means he has a lot of respect for girls and women and promises his dad that he will make him proud in that regard. Boromir also tells him that he should marry for love and that he will not be forced into an arranged marriage. He even tells him that he does not have to marry at all if he does not wish for it. Berenor is confused because he has been told that every lord needs a son that the line can continue and Boromir sorts of dismisses the problem, leaving Berenor even more confused. I am sure they will have that chat sooner or later, just not when he is a child. Berenor may not be interested in his classes, but he does ask a lot questions and wants to have everything figured out. He knows very little, but what he knows, he knows very well. He has a lot of confidence to him, which I think he gets from both parents.

Boromir takes his dad duties very seriously and bath time is his favorite time. Berenor loves water and ends up splashing his dad every single time. Essentially, Boromir takes a bath as well and the bathroom is completely flooded everytime, every day. Many governesses will quit, but Boromir will not care that much. His boy's happy giggles are way more important.

Boromir likes to cuddle his baby boy a lot. He is a major hugger and tends to be a little too clingy at times. He sees Berenor as the last thing his beloved wife left him and, as such, he is even more inclined than usual to show him affection. His daughters are also lavished with presents and attention, but Berenor is the baby of the house so he gets just a little more. Boromir knows that he needs to be both a father and a mother to him and often finds it difficult, which is why he will hire a new live-in governess just to help him out. They have Nora already and she indeed was a great lady-in-waiting and secretary to Idhrildin. She is also a great tutor (she is, as a matter of fact, the head of the tutors in Boromir's household), but she is strict and not very maternal. She loves the Borodhril children, but is not the best at showing it and, in the modern world, she would have the mindset of a manager. She is totally dedicated to her job, but she sees it as just that. She is not as caring as Boromir would like her to be, which is why he wants to look for somebody else. He eventually finds a war widow—her name is Aerdhel—who works as a volunteer at one of Idhrildin's charities and offers her the job. Aerdhel is surprised and unsure about it at first, but eventually accepts. Aerdhel has a teenage daughter, Aelinn, who Boromir thinks of as another daughter. Although he does not formally adopt her, his daughters do think of her as a sister and involve her in everything they do. They know it is what Idhrildin would have wanted and they try to honor her memory with everything they do.

Alexandra Moen (Queen Elizabeth of York in The Spanish Princess) as Aerdhel.

Summer Richards (Katherine Howard in Wolf Hall) as Aelinn.

Mind you, Boromir will not fall in love with Aerdhel, but they will show one another mutual respect and she will be his main support when times get though. And they will, trust me. She is essentially a close friend. He is advised to remarry and he thinks about it, but he knows Aerdhel does not love him that way and he wants to stay true to himself and be coherent so the marriage does not happen. Nevertheless, Aerdhel becomes a very important figure in Berenor's life and she helps him keep his mother's memory alive by telling him anecdotes about her.

Boromir does all the shopping for his children himself and is mortified whenever they do not like his presents. His default gifts for his girls are dolls and he is heartbroken when they grow out of the "doll phase" as he does not know what else to gift them besides dresses. He always tends to buy similar dresses and can also see that, overtime, his girls grow bored of them. As they are not ungrateful brats, they always smile and thank him profusely anyway, but Boromir feels like he desperately needs advice and that is where Aerdhel comes in. Nora does not understand fashion and does not care for it. She only has multiple dresses because she needs to change, but if it were for her, she would only own one dress and one pair of shoes. Military mindset, as I said. With Berenor is much easier because he is a boy and Boromir understands boys just a little better. Berenor is happy with wooden swords (metal ones later on) and simple shirts. He is just a chill boy who does not complain and is happy with whatever he is given. I would actually say he does not care for the presents themselves, it is just the thought of his dad giving them to him that makes him happy.

He does help with his mother's charities and many people grow fond of him as a result. Boromir's enemies at court will say it is a political move to endear himself to the people even further but...they know nothing, so Boromir just lets them talk. There is a reason why he rarely goes to Minas Tirith (except for Fellowship reunions) and there is a reason why does not want his children hanging out in Minas Tirith too much. He wants them to feel happy and safe and does anything in his power to shield them from the corruption, treachery, disloyalty going on in the Capital. Lis vehemently agrees with this and she takes her big sister duties very seriously. The Minas Tirith issue, as I call it, will oftentimes be cause of quarreling among siblings, as Berenor—because of his largely sheltered upbringing—does not understand why everyone seems to think it is so "dangerous" (he has been there before with his dad and the rest of the Fellowship and it all seemed normal to him) and Lis and the others are tired of trying to explain it to him. Berenor's innate confidence can lead him to be very stubborn at times and when he sets his mind onto something it is really hard to distract him or dissuade him. I think he takes after Boromir in that and Boromir is not proud of it. He learns to be less stubborn as he grows up (he also a lot more introspective and quiet and more prone to listening), but he does not change his mind easily. Yes, he is prone to listening and does take advice from others, but when he makes up his mind...that is it.

I already mentioned Berenor is uninterested in most class topics and things concerning his education, but it is not entirely true. He does very much enjoy learning about Gondorian history; military history specifically. He loves wearing his dad's various armors and vambraces and, as time goes by, the bedtime stories are replaced by war stories, which Boromir censors a little so that his baby boy (I feel like Boromir will think of him as his little baby even when he is way past the age of majority) does not get traumatized. Plot twist: blood and gore are exactly what Berenor wants to hear about and Boromir will have to explain to him how war is neither something to dream of nor something fun to be at. I think Berenor already knows that, but he does get a little overenthusiastic about the idea of killing off orcs and being a hero. He is just a kid, after all. Berenor is especially interested in the wars Boromir participated in and begs him for details and anecdotes, which Boromir is always hesitant to discuss for the aforementioned reasons and eventually Berenor will stop asking him about it as he understands his dad does not really want to talk about it. He is eager to meet the members of the Fellowship and Boromir often offers to plan "reunion dinners" either in Osgiliath or in Minas Tirith, to which all the children of the Fellowship are also invited. The more, the merrier, I suppose. I can imagine little Berenor running around and pestering everybody with questions until Boromir tells him to be quiet because no one will have time to eat if he keeps at it. He definitely takes after "cousin Enna" and uncle Faramir when it comes to asking questions. It is also one of the many reasons why he and Anárion (=Enna's eldest son) get along so well together. They never shut up, but they both grow out of it eventually.

Berenor likes fishing and Boromir often takes him on fishing trips on the banks of the Anduin. The girls are not interested so they stay home unless they are really bored. Idy might be the one to tag along.

Berenor's favorite colors are blue, silver and green. I headcanon that silver is also among Boromir's favorite colors, primarily because it reminds him of home. White is another one Boromir really likes.

Contrarily to most people in Gondor, Boromir does not despise the Rohirrim and encourages all of his children to be open-minded. All of his children are formally introduced to King Éomer's court and that is where Berenor learns to ride. He is a great rider and—contrarily to most Gondorians, who treat horses as if they were objects in their service just to carry them somewhere, he understands that they are sentient creatures with feelings. He really likes horses and names his Idhrilos as a tribute to his mother. Idhrilos is a personal gift to him from Éomer and, as such, Berenor treats him even better than he does his pony and his two other horses. Yes, Boromir gave his children a pony and two horses each and expects them to take care of them on their own without the help of servants and stable-boys. They belong to the children and the children do the work.

Berenor visits Rohan several times throughout his childhood (he gets Idhrilos at the age of nine as a birthday present) and brings home even more horses and ponies as presents for his family. Boromir and Éomer are good friends and Lothíriel adores her cousin's little son. Even though she probably likes Faramir a little better, she and Boromir are very close as well and the Queen of Rohan always sends a lot of presents to her Gondorian family. The only family member she does not speak to is Enna, but that is only Enna's fault. Lothíriel merely respects her wishes. The only person from Rohan Enna get along with is Lothíriel and Éomer's middle child, Elenor. Quick info dump: in my AU, Éomer and Lothíriel have three children: Elenor (born FoA 1), Elfhelda (born FoA 2) and Elfwine (born FoA 4). We all know who Elfwine is, but I will take the opportunity to introduce his OC sisters: Elenor is the oldest child and is partly named after Lothíriel's mother, Elanur. She is her maternal grandfather's favorite child and hates everything that is in any way connected to Rohan. She is Imrahil's favorite grandchild because of that, actually. Despite being born into Rohirric royalty, she is fully Gondorian in both appearance and spirit, which means that she despises her own country. Her friendship with Enna is based on the fact that they both strongly dislike Rohan and spend most of their time together dissing it one way or another. Boromir loathes her (he does his best to hide his contempt for her, but I am afraid he struggles a lot with it) and so do his children; their paths only crossing because Elenor is betrothed to Prince Elendil (while he lives, that is) and Prince Elendil is a dear family friend. He is merely a teenager when he dies, but he is wise beyond his years—partly due to the fact that he spends a lot of time in Rivendell with his uncles Elladan and Elrohir—and is on extremely good terms with Boromir. Boromir is a sort of surrogate father figure to him as Aragorn is often too busy attending to Eldarion and Faramir is in Emyn Arnen and is also too busy with his personal things. Elendil is Berenor's godfather and spends quite a bit of time with him. Unfortunately he passes away when Berenor is four, but that is a whole different story. No, actually, it is not. It is just me being unmerciful. He will not have to marry Elenor—whom he also does not like—so I suppose that is, in some sort of twisted way, my own way of showing mercy to him. That IS something, right?

Natalie Dormer (Anne Boleyn in The Tudors) as Elenor.

Neither Boromir nor Berenor like her. She only shows up at Boromir's palace when Elendil is visiting him and she wants to make sure she does end up marrying him solely to become a Princess of the Reunited Kingdom. She stalks him and only loves him because he is Aragorn and Arwen's son. She does not believe in love and only wants power and prestige and wants the marriage to happen so that she can fully cut ties with those "filthy horse-lords". Her only interactions with Berenor take place when he is really, really young (a little more than a toddler), but he already shows every sign of strongly disliking her. He pulls some quite nasty pranks on her and, although Boromir scolds him, he is not exactly mad as he knows for certain that he would have done even worse. Father and son are very much alike, I have to say. A couple of pranksters.

Éothíriel's middle child is Elfhelda and she is very well-liked by the whole family. She is, as a matter of fact, Lis' best friend and spends a lot of time with the Borodhrils. Lis and Elfhelda are childhood friends—I do not know how and where they meet—and the latter thinks of Berenor as a baby brother. Boromir is also fond of her and she is always welcome in any of his residences even without notice. Boromir thinks Elendil and Elfhelda would be a good match and tries to play Cupid since he notices Elendil is much more at ease around her. That being said, Elendil tells him he is not interested. Elfhelda eventually marries Haleth.

Marta Wiśniewska (Princess Elizabeth in Korona Królow - The Crown of the Kings) as Elfhelda

These two practicing their archery skills/messing around. Elfhelda is definitely more practical while Lis definitely struggles a bit. She only uses weapons if strictly necessary, after all. She's not a fan.

Lis deciding to cheat and mess with her bestie. She is jealous of her skills, but it is the good, non-toxic, harmless kind of jealousy. (Little note for myself: Enna strongly dislikes Elfhelda and not just because she thinks it is inappropriate for a Gondorian lady to befriend people of "inferior birth". She is also jealous of the wholesome bond these two have and tears up every time she sees them together)

Back to Berenor now.

He is ticklish and Boromir often tickles as a punishment when Berenor is being naughty. Child Berenor has been tickled a lot both as a joke and as an admonition. He hates being tickled and Boromir knows it, which makes it all the more fun.

He takes part in Lis and Elfhelda's archery lessons and he is actually better than both of them. He does not boast about it though. On the contrary, he is happy to help them. He has a bit of a childish, innocent crush on Elfhelda and gifts her puppies to show his appreciation (like his dad, he loves all animals, but has a predilection for horses and dogs).

Out of Faramir's children, Berenor is closest to Eradan, whom he treats as a little sibling. Given his somewhat close relationship with Eönwë, he is also close with Enna and her children, especially the oldest (Nimloth, Anárion, Mírion, Wyn and Elenion). Given that Boromir takes him under his wing, he will see much of Elenion and the two of them will become friends. Berenor will try to cheer him up and to instill hope in him with any means necessary and will most likely be utterly devastated when the little cousin he grew to love as a baby brother commits suicide. He will blame himself for not having been able to help him more and will go through on a crisis of his own. He will get to Mírion better as well and he will become his confidant (ironically, I think his support during the mourning period is the thing that will finally convince Mírion that Berenor can be trusted. Mírion is fundamentally paranoid and does not trust anyone outside of his blood family. I do not even blame the poor guy, he is constantly betrayed by everyone).

Berenor will also be completely and utterly devastated when Mírion dies. He and Boromir will then have a conversation about mortality and things like that, and Berenor will comment how ironic it is that children with Maiarin blood who were supposed to live forever have dropped dead like flies and how anachronistic it is that the most powerful woman in Middle-earth was more miserable than the lowest and poorer commoner in Gondor. Boromir's health starts declining in the mid-40s and all of his children have this gut feeling that he will not be around for much longer. Mírion's death just worsens whatever health issues he already has as his mood plummets and he just seems not interested in living anymore. He dies six years later so he has some years left in him, but not that many.

I feel like Berenor will commission the grandest tomb he can think of when Boromir eventually dies. Although he knows that his father was beloved of the people, he feels that he was not respected enough by his peers and wants to honor him the way everybody should have. All of Boromir's children will be with him until the very end and Berenor holds his hand as he dies. I do not know who he will marry (or if he will marry at all), but if he does and has a son, his name will most certainly be Boromir.

I will add to this list as I come up with more headcanons, but that is all for now!

Option: Idhrildin lives (Berenor's relationship with his mom)

Berenor, son of Boromir

Future Lord of Osgiliath and Prince of Anórien

Fancasting: Spencer Treat Clark (child); Charles Vandevaart (teenage years); Jay Duffy (adult)

[brittany-pierce]

i'd rather be treated like a person, and you don't seem to treat anybody like a person, you just bully them. that is what is sad to me. of course your only friend is kitty, and if it isn't true, you have an interesting way of showing friendship, because whenever i see you talk to anyone, it's to be cruel. i'm not interested in cruelty. i feel like most people aren't, since we're not in high school anymore. but if that's how you want to live your life, that's your pierogi or whatever you said.

don't wanna talk to you anymore, bye.

so you'd rather be treated with kid gloves, instead of just like everyone else? odd choice, but i guess that's your prerogative or whatever.

you're the one apparently keeping a list of who my friends are, and yet i'm somehow the creep? an inaccurate list, at that. sad.

hate to break it to you, but i'm making fun of everyone on the internet. you're not special.

[reinanova]

you know a show/book/media did something right when the fandom writes fanfics that are an extension of canon, rather than a rewrite of canon

[hanasnx]

SQUIRTING — s.reid

“ i love how you touch, how you feel, how you breathe / baby, how you do it so good? ” 🪽

MINORS DNI 18+ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ ✉️ | criminal minds. NOTES. never seen one single episode of criminal minds but i did miss my mutual @ddejavvu’s bday last october and wanted to make up for it. WARNINGS. fem reader ノ established relationship ノ potentially ooc spencer ノ fem squirting ノ pussy eating & orgasm mentions ノ vaginal fingering ノ explicit sexual content ノ praise kink (f receiving) ノ squirt obsessed spencer ノ lowkey unedited.

Don’t be fooled by SPENCER REID’s calm demeanor and harmless facade. Don’t get caught up in that little smile he does when he has nothing further to say, or the way his fluffy hair flops over his forehead when he inclines down to lend you an ear to hear you better. Don’t let your guard down when he info dumps his latest fascination, having traversed the rabbit hole of complex animal mating cycles or the latest scientific observation of quarks. Dr. Reid is no one to be underestimated.

You should’ve known better than to think of him as disarming and therefore “harmless.” It’s the first time in a long time that you’ve been so wrapped up in a guy, coming up for air rarely while you’re practically living at his place. Your clothes are strewn about his apartment, your favorite shampoo is in his shower, he bought you your own toothbrush to keep on your shelf in his medicine cabinet. Oh, it’s bad. There’s no turning back now. You’re completely and utterly helpless. If you could go back in time to warn your past self of the madness you’re about to endure…

“C’mon, baby, one more. Can’t you do one more?” it’s a plea devoid of any doubt, he can feel the way you’re pulsing around his fingers. It’s the familiar rev that quakes just before a big release, and his knuckles know the tremor intimately. That brain isn’t just used for his job, it’s memorized every part of you—even the parts you thought you weren’t ready to share.

You writhe, desperately nuzzling the back of your head into the mattress, heating up from the friction. Gritting your teeth, your body feels like it’s on fire, and the build in your gut is like something’s being taken from you. It’s a merciless pace completed by three of the longest fingers you’ve ever had inside of you, bullying your insides relentlessly prodding that spongy spot to chase a most coveted reaction. Your muscles contract and stretch, lifting your pelvis from the pillow he set it on like it’s demanding more. It’s a primal instinct, involuntarily rocking into his ramming in tandem. Your eyes squeeze shut from the pain of it, and yet you can’t stop.

“I can’t do it- I can’t do it, Spenc—ah!” you interrupt your own rebuke, your nails clawing into the purchase of the sheets as your spine goes limp. He doesn’t miss a beat, following you down to keep battering your soft tissue in just the right curl. Your tailbone has collapsed back onto the puddle of wetness, it’s cold to the touch, but you can’t even focus on how jarring the difference in temperature is right now.

You breathe like you’re readying for something, you pant like you’re in danger. Your chest rises and falls with rapid puffs of air, a sheen of sweat coating your skin—you can’t take this anymore.

Mesmerized, Spencer watches your poor pussy swallow his hand up. The wet squelching of leftover cream spatters out with every visceral plug, and his tongue forms over his upper lip to keep it busy. Your little clit calls out to him, he can feel it between his lips already. All soft and gooey, puffy and overstimulated, running between his spit-soaked lips as you scream from the two forces working together to make you cum. Not this time, he thinks, it’s not that kind of thing this time. His other hand grasps his cramping wrist, using it to cram into you faster, those three fingers forming a cone inside you to stroke the tips against the roof of you, and you cry out.

You reach for him, you try to grip anything you can, anything to get him to let up—to get him to stop. Mercy, you want. “You can, sweetheart, you can. I know it.” Sweat beads his forehead as he consoles you, letting you howl it out until he’s satisfied.

Miraculously, you manage to focus your efforts on one task. You lift your head, the prettiest and most pitiful upturn in your brows silently beckons him. It’s a silent request regardless of the noises whimpering out of your nose, you sound like a whining puppy while you make grabby hands at him. He knows what you want. Carefully, he adjusts so as to not upset the angle of his entry, but honoring your wish. Ignoring the burn of effort in his shoulder, he lays his head on your chest, and your legs suspended on either side of him bob from how hard he’s still fingering you. Your arms encase him, holding him close, clutching on for dear life as he finally tips you over that edge. There’s a change, the subtlest of tenses in your abdomen, like the tickle of pepper under a nose to attract a sneeze. You seize up, your cunt clenches down like a vice, and it idles. It’s the suspense at the top of a roller coaster.

“Oh, yeah… Oh, yeah, baby. That’s it. That’s it, uh-huh.” It’s a babble you can barely hear over the roaring in your ears, finally gushing out a hot spray. Your pussy becomes a fountain, squirting a mile high like you’ve been holding it in this whole time. It comes from deep within you, a secret stream only he can lovingly coax out. You had no idea there was anything even left in you, and yet Spencer’s patience can simply outlive your doubts, determined to wring every last drop out of you.

You can’t open your eyes, you can’t stop the earthquake in your legs, and your claws dig into his scalp. The noises you make are matched by him, groaning in maddened relief and joy at what he’s accomplished. It gets everywhere, drenching the front of his clothes as it pours down. The bed frame and the carpet and the furniture behind him are rained on, and there’s not a single thought in his mind of regret. Your abdomen flexes, pushing out every wave in pulses until it fizzles out. His hand slows, your breathing evens out, and your locked up body begins to relax muscle by muscle. He peels himself out of your hold, your limp limbs unable to put up any fight to keep him cuddled up on you. Lazily, your head lulls in his direction, eyes peering at him reverently stroke his palms over your puddle on the bed. All the releases he took from you perfectly layered on his navy blue sheets. His slack jaw encapsulates his awe at his handiwork, meeting your gaze with a brazen emotion nothing short of pride.

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[blaineshq]

1. I would ask why, but I have a feeling it would be best to just agree to disagree here. And please don't ever bring up the Dave Matthews Band Chicago River incident again. 2. If you say so...

private.

3. That's not what I said, Spencer. I never meant to imply that you aren't trying or that you're not a good player. I know you're trying. I can tell that you're trying and that you, as an individual player, are good at what you do. To me, it seems to be a team issue. There are some great players on the team, yourself included, but there seems to be a serious lack of team spirit. And let's be honest, some of the guys don't even seem to know how to execute a simple jet sweep. It must be really frustrating to work so hard when the other guys aren't pulling their weight.

On another and completely unrelated note... You're feeling good, right? No fever? Swollen lymph nodes? Unexplainable fatigue?

1. queer eye has done more harm to the gay community than dave michael's band has done to the chicago river. no. i haven't watched queer eye. 2. i have plenty of brain capacity because, i don't waste it. 3. you think i'm not trying? there's only so much a guy can do on his own, especially when coach refuses to give me the quarterback position i so clearly deserve. it's not my fault the rest of the guys aren't pulling their weight. i'm on the field an hour before and after each practice, while they're busy smacking each other's asses with towels in the locker room - and i'm the gay one.

[protege-not-protagonist]

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