#spoon spindell x reader

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Talk About It

A/N: I am currently writing this in my geometry class and listening to Kick Me by Sleeping With Sirens and I feel actually alive right now…

Also this will have nothing to do with the plot of the show whatsoever

The hum of the teachers voices travels through the abandoned boiler room through the deafening silence; the two just sitting there, saying nothing but thinking everything.

“So… we’re just not going to talk about it,” the sound of Arthur’s voice practically booms in their ears. The Spindell boy looks to his right to look in their eyes, but only to see them looking down.

“Uh, no. No, no, no, no… and definitely no. We are not going to talk about it, maybe never, okay, Arthur? Just… no,” the h/c haired person rambles quickly. They quickly look over to the boy with the glasses, observing his body language.

Spoon lols back at y/n, catching each others eye. “So we’re definitely not going to talk about that intense kiss that just happened with my best friend that I thoroughly enjoyed? Yeah, well, not gonna happen.”

“I’m going to be subjected to this torture, okay? We may have kissed but that doesn’t mean…” the h/c said, trailing off at the end. They start again, more umph in their voice, “Th-that doesn’t mean they we,” they point in between themselves, “like each other, right? Am I right? O-or does it? I don’t really know, so maybe I should like go, right? That’s the best option here isn’t it?”

As they start to get up they Spindell boy grabs their hand and pulls them back down. Spoon started pacing around the room and pointed right at them, “You’re going to listen, and you’re going to listen good, okay? We’ve known each other for actually ever, we’ve shared every little experience together if we liked it or not. We are best friends.

And, you wanna know what; I’ve liked you since you kicked Wendy Callaghan’s ass in third grade after she threw my glasses in the sand box, the first time I wanted to kiss you? Eighth grade at that dance after Carey Stanten rejected you, and called you a fucking dyke, okay?

We’ve stood by each other through it all, and I’ve thought I’ve almost lost you several times to fucking dicks that didn’t deserve your fucking space, so yeah, that kiss did mean something. At least to me.”

y/n started shaking there head with tears in their eyes, looking directly at the panting boy, voice trembling, “I’ve liked you since fourth grade when we went to that stupid zoo when you were in awe of those fucking koala bears.

But, you said it yourself, we’ve been through every experience together. Y- mmm you know that I’m fucked up. But, that also doesn’t stop me from fucking loving you of every damn minute, every hour, of every day. I’ve been scared and I haven’t been fair to you, and I haven’t been fair to me.

I want to be happy with you, for you. And I thought if I told you, you’d leave but I know you wouldn’t do that, it was always in the back of my mind. But wh-why would y-“

“Shit up,” Arthur says as he pulls y/n back in for another kiss, resting his forehead on their’s with his eyes closed and his head nodding side to side, “you know I wouldn’t leave you for that, you know I wouldn’t leave you…”

He starts laughing a little and says, “by the way I love you too.”

They h/c person starts laughing and pushes him back, looking him in his eyes, “fuck off, bitch. I still have pictures of you from back in fifth grade.”

A/N: that was my first time writing for Arthur ‘Spoon’ Spindell and I feel pretty proud of it. As always, my little chalupas, feel free to ask if you want to be added to any of my taglists, want me to write for a character, or just want to talk. Also, I have and Ema Winslow WIP and a Hannah/Shira one as well. I love you all.

—Abigale

[the-ravenist]

So I'm watching Shelter and I just love Spoon like I actually might be in love with him y'all like-AAAHHH

I don't know if I want to be him or be with him! Just look at him-

AAAAHHH he's just so🫠

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Ignorance Is Bliss Pt. 1

A/N: Thank you to the beautiful Anon for requesting this fic. This has been one of my delusions that help me sleep at night. So, may I please introduce you to the ‘she fell first but he fell harder’ trope that we all love. With, of course, Ema and Mickey helping and hoping for them to get together💚💜

As the h/c girl closed her locker, Ema was yet again tired of the ongoing “will-they-won’t-they” of the l/n girl and the Spindell boy. “All I’m saying is, maybe you should tell him because you’ve been hopelessly in love with him since fifth grade.”

Y/N pointed at Ema and said with a cheeky smile, “ah no, sixth grade, get it right. Also, there is no way in hell that I’m going to tell him, alright?”

Worth that the Winslow best friend sighed, and the two best friends walked to French class.

Meanwhile with a Mickey and Spoon…

“…a-and she has this thing where whenever she’s talking about something she likes that she does with her hair, y’know, like this,” the rambling Spindell boy said while demonstrating what his object of infatuation does with his own hair, not quite show ing it right.

Mickey chuckles and shakes his head, “y’know, telling her how you feel would be a great idea. Maybe, I don’t know at the park or something. Oor-9r, hear me out, just telling her would be nice.”

“Oh, dear Mickelous, that is simply just not possible. You see, you cannot simply fathom how much platonic-ivory oozes from her when we hang out together. Also, Y/an does not like the park because of children and the grass makes her itch; it would probably have to be during the night while under the stars.”

“Oh yeah, totally platonic when she looks at you like you actually hung the stars in front of her. Just like that show she likes with Azipy- Aziry-, nope, can’t say it.”

Arthur sighs, “Mickey, my bestest friend in the universe, she doesn’t like me and she never will, okay? Now come on, we’ll be late for wood shop and I’m looking forward to making a bird house that can stand this year.”

As they walked down the hall to their next class, Mickey sighed and started to formulate a plan and text Ema:

M: we need to come up with a plan for these two — sent at 10:45 a.m.

E:

Ik, I can’t take it anymore — sent at 10:46 a.m.

Meet me in the MILF room after lunch, well conspire there — sent at 10:48 a.m.

M:Ok, and btw, I hate that name — sent at 10:50 a.m.

Also y do u sound like an evil genius?? — sent at 10:50 a.m.

E:

Ikr, horrible name. And, idk, I just do sound like one ig — sent at 11:00 a.m.

Meet u after lunch — sent at 11:01 a.m.

After Lunch…

“Okay, now, that was a rough forty-five minutes to get through,” Mickey said this as him and Ema walked into the abandoned boiler room, a.k.a. The MILF Room, a.a.k.a. The Spindell Spot.

As the Winslow girl sat down on the couch she managed out, “yeah, that was unnecessarily hard. It’s like they want to look into our souls and have us tell them everything. Y/N really needs to stop looking like she’s about to run over a dog.”

“It’s seriously out of hand how much information they can try and gauge out of us. Spoon is the worst. He literally has that look on his face where he look-“

“Looks like he’s the most innocent and pure thing on the world? Yeah, I’ve seen that look. He’s literally the devil in disguise,” Ema then pulls out her laptop to take notes on how to get the two oblivious, love-sick, diabolic, little love birds, “so, you ready to do this?”

Mickey smiled and sat down next to his other best friend, “ready to finally get them to stop pining over each other and being self destructive? Hell yeah.”

And so, the two of the four best friends created a plan to get the other half together.

“…by the way, when do I have to get you and Rachel together,” the Bolitar boy than got smacked by a book by the alt girl and continued with their scheming.

To be continued…

A/N: I don’t know how I feel about this, but I want to make my little anon chalupa(and my readers proud) so I’m doing this. Please give me feedback on how I could improve the is one.

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𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖔𝖒𝖌𝖚𝖗𝖑2326’𝖘 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

Harry Potter

Marauders

Dead Boy Detectives

Dune

Avatar: The Last Airbender

One Piece Live Action

DC

The Hunger Games

The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes

The Walking Dead

Harlan Coben’s Shelter

Star Wars

Ride the Cyclone

Peaky Blinders

Ghostbusters

Mötley Crüe

Måneskin

PJO Book

PJO TV

Hazbin Hotel

A/N: if you don’t see something on my masterlist that you want me to write please, please, please ask me because I will most likely have seen it/read it.

[randomgurl2326]

Can you write about the trope "she fell first, but he fell harder" for Spoon × reader, please? Just them being dorks in love while Mickey and Ema deal with it and try to get them together

Anon, I love this idea. I might make it a genie bit cliche, but a good type. This is a great idea, thank you my chalupa.

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Harlan Coben’s Shelter Masterlist

Main Masterlist

Ask Box: Open

Arthur ‘Spoon’ Spindell

Ignorance Is Bliss Pt. 1

Warnings: None except two ignorant fools🙄

Apparently two idiots doesn’t make a genius, so taking matters into their own hands, Mickey and Ema formulate a plant to get their two ignorant best friends together.

Last Forever

Warnings: Pure fluffiness, read at your own risk

Finally Mickey and Spoon are together. Warning: Pure fluffiness ahead read at your own volition.

Talk About It

Warnings: angst, self doubt, self hatred, crying

After a shared kiss between two best friends feelings of inadequacy and fear instill in the reader.

Coming Soon…

Ignorance Is Bliss Pt. 2

Protector

Ema Winslow

Coming Soon…

Opposites Attract

Warnings:

An unlikely pair, dating and what ensues.

Rachel Caldwell

Coming Soon…

Head Cannons

Coming Soon…

Incorrect Quotes

Coming Soon…

[the-ravenist]

My Step it Up Girl!

Arthur "Spoon" Spindell x Black!Fem! Reader/OC

I just finished Shelter, and I'm in love w/ Spoon so I made a fix

Reader is on the thicker and taller side, black as usual, reader is a female, this takes place during the basketball cheer dance, reader does a solo act, infatuated spoon, maybe ooc spoon, maybe some tension, mutual pining

"No Ema I'm not going to tell them. It's not the best time to anyway," you mutter as you stand in front of your bathroom mirror at home. You still are dressed in the outfit you wore on the mission to save Alice.

But your hands, arms, and neck were covered in blood. The blood of the loved girl named Candy, a girl whose life was taken away from her. You can still taste the acid of vomit in your throat. You were there when Spoon was being taken to have his life ended. You shared laughs and smiles with the two, watching them reconnect. It was amazing, her smile was gorgeous.

But that sweet moment was stripped away as you and Spoon's kidnapper shot her. You held her hand as Spoon comforted her through as you both tried to stop her bleeding. Your throat is still sore from the gut-churning scream you let out once you realize she passed.

Ema's cough rings through the speaker of your phone. It shakes you out of your daze, you turn on the sink and start to remove your clothes.

Good thing that your parents are still at work, it would've been hard to explain why their daughter was covered in blood and tears in her eyes.

"I understand, but I'd think that they will enjoy it. It'll be a nice distraction," Ema persuades.

You finally remove all your clothes and grab a sponge and body wash from under your sink. You pull your ginger beaded braids into a small ponytail then drop 4 drops of your mango-scented body wash into the warm water-filled sink.

"Yeah, but wouldn't the surprised part be a better distraction than actually telling them and them expecting it?"

You bring the body sponge into the mango-scented water and wring out the water. You began to wipe off the blood coating your body. The once yellow sponge turns into a brownish color. The sounds of water dripping rings through the bathroom.

"Ema did I lose you..?"

"No, just thinking about how logical you are," she laughs a bit.

You let out a muted scoff and a smirk crawls on your lips.

"Ain't that how we became friends?"

"...something like that."

You let out a snort at her quiet claim.

The Next Day

Students, teachers, and parents alike fill the bleachers. Sounds of groans and excited whispers fill the gym as they discuss the awesome halftime show played by the cheerleaders.

Suddenly microphone feedback sounds out through the gym, everyone holding their ears in irration.

"Sorry for the feedback folks but it seems that we have an announcement," the announcer next to Spoon, who looked at him with confusion written all over his face. Yet he tries to put on a small smile as he looks back at the crowd and leans toward his podcast partner.

"What are you doing, there are no more announcements," the words are harshly whispered.

"Yes there was, I just got a text," he whispers back mouth away from the mic, before he quickly puts it back. "There will be another show this evening, staring..."

"From who?"

"Does it matter?"

"Yes! Especially when it could be an announcement for a quick school shooting!"

His partner gives him "are you serious"? look. Right before he smiles, clearly fake, as he looks back to the crowd and finishes his announcement.

"As I was saying.. We have another show starring, ooh well ain't this a surprise~"

Everyone slightly rolls their eyes at the exaggeration. The basketball players have moved to the small spot in the bleachers as they're done planning their "come back". Now they're bored and have nothing to do.

"Please welcome to the stage, a metaphorical one of course, (Y/N) (L/N)~!"

A series of jaws dropping ring through the bleachers. It's complete silence as they watch you get up from the bleachers removing your white trench coat to reveal your outfit.

As you step foot onto the wooden floors of the court, your song begins to play.

(You're a mix of the tiktok ver. and Jam Republics dance here's some; also not doing the dance scene cause I'm lazy)

Spoon swears he never had his face this hot before, the eye contact you made and your dance moves didn't help.

You were just so smooth, intense, and passionate. He couldn't help but admire. The same goes for the entire school.

Your ex-boyfriend Buck was exceptionally surprised when you were dating you had al,ways(what he calls blabbing) talking about dancing. Whether it was a new move you mastered or a new dance you want to try. He just thought it was all nonsense.

But oh, how he regrets it now...

You bow to the crowd, a slight smile on your face. Your dimple is on display, the sight has Spoon stuttering.

As you go to retrieve your jacket, Ema's scream of joy rings out through the silent gym.

"Woo! That's my girl," Ema shouts from her spot on the bleachers.

Her shout creates a domino effect, applause and whistles ring through the gym flooding your ears. You stand there, a bit shocked at the applause. You unaware of the boy of your infatuation sneaking up behind you.

You squeal as you feel arms wrap around your slightly pudgy body. You realize who it is when rambling fills your ears. Spoon, you smile as you turn around in his arms.

"Oh my gosh you were like amazing, I didn't know you could dance! And you're an amazing, well terrific dancer. I mean you're so expressive, I mean the faces you were making were just amaz-"

*muah*

Spoon blinks once, twice, or three times. Then his ears begin to turn red as well and his face begins to flush a bit. You're eyes dart to the spot you left on his cheek.

There it is a lip stain all in its glory on his right cheek. It has a light red tint, but it does shine.

Damn. Your lipgloss does look good on him. Your eyes dart to his eyes searching for any form of regret.

Only to find him looking at you with that goddamn smile on his face.

God, you are so gorgeous.

Your copper-rimmed glasses make your brown eyes just look even prettier. Your ginger locs, were neatly up in a half up-down style is loose. Letting a few beaded locs frame your face. Your lips still stained with that red lip gloss.

Oh god.

"I'm sorry lovebirds, but this is basketball and we'd like to get back to that. Please and thank you."

Your bubble of love pops, you look around you and then realize that you're standing in the middle of the court.

Your face heats up with embarrassment. Spoon coos at the sight, but thinks quickly as he moves his hands from your hips to your arms. He quickly guides you to the gym into a hallway nearby.

Your hushed giggles echo through the surprisingly empty halls. I'll just kind of sprint until you're wheezy, you go into the nearest classroom. Which happens to be the art room.

The smell of acrylic paints liger in the room.

Once you and Spoon have entered the room you lean your back against the door. Spoon is a couple feet away from you, face still heated from the kiss you gave him on his cheek.

It's silent for a moment before Spoon begins to speak again, his tone is quiet and curious.

"You kissed me..?"

A bit baffled yet your tone days affirmative.

"Yes, Spoon yes I did."

"Why?"

You let out an embarrassed huff. This is not how this is supposed to go. You were going to do it in private, maybe get him some flowers and bring him to the MILF room or something.

But I guess, being in an empty art room after a dance performance will work too.

You pull up your big girl pants and tell him the truth.

"Because I like you, Arthur."

For the first time in a while, Arthur is the one stunned to silence. Though the silence is not necessarily a good sign.

"And when I mean 'like you'. I mean that I like you romantically. I like your smile, and your goofy little glasses, I would listen to you ramble all day. And I mean all fucking day. You're so smart, it's really admirable. You're so stinking sweet and kind. I just wanna kiss you and hug you till you pop like ugh. Spoon, I like y-"

This time your ranking is cut off by lips. Spoon's lips to be exact. On your cheek, right where your only dimple is.

It takes you a quick second to get back to the present. You move your eyes to Spoon's...gorgeous brown eyes. As if y'all were in a trance, eyes haze over as your bodies move closer. Your hands reach up to cup his face and his hands to your hips.

Your eyes don't know where to look, neither do the brunettes. Gazes dancing from one's lips to their eyes repeatedly.

"Can I..?"

Your speech is hushed, your lips slightly graze the boy's lips.

"Please do.."

Then your lips meet.

Oh my gosh, is this really happening?!

He tastes of peppermint chapstick.

You taste of cherry lipgloss with vanilla undertones, most likely your vanilla chapstick.

It all just feels right, both of your movements are a little awkward. But it just feels perfect.

Sadly your bodies are in desperate need of air and have to part. All though very reluctantly.

"...holy shit," you whisper with a dazed smile. Your eyes sparkle as you lock eyes with Arthur's.

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"My step it up girl.."

"Huh," the bubble pops as you look at Spoon with confusion.

"That's your name on my phone and I'd just feel like I should tell you," Spoon muttered still in a daze.

You snort as you roll your eyes. You gently pinch his cheeks as you whisper an adoring oh spoon.

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Here's the link to the OC mood board(Trile is the name)

[randomgurl2326]

Hii! Can you write about Spoon x reader, where they defend Spoon from Troy and Buck, please?

Of course, my little chalupa. Thank you for the ask, though it might come out a little later during the week, since I usually like to write during my classes. It’s weird, but it gets the job done. But, thank you, Nonnie. And remember, don’t be afraid to ask💚💜

[the-ravenist]

ITS HAPPENING! ITS HAPPENING!

YES YES YES!

I had made an Arthur "Spoon" Spindell x Black!Fem!Reader

hehehehehehehe!

AHEM!

my bad but I'm writing a spoon x reader it'll be out soon...

stay tuned

[randomgurl2326]

Listen Here Bucko’s…

I have notice the SEVERE lack of Harlan Coven’s Shelter fics on this app(and many others) and it has to stop.

I mean come on people; Ema Winslow!?!?!? Arthur Spoon Spindell!?!?!?!? Even fucking Troy for gods’ sake!!

I will be supplying fics for this fandom, but we need more people to write for this show. PLEASE IT HAS SO MUCH POTENTIAL!!!

Thank you for listening to my Ted Talk (^••^)

——Abigale

p.s. I’m proud of you for making it through another day my little chalupa muah. All of you are strong and capable, never forget that💚💜

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Last Forever

A/N: this will be very fluffy, so beware. And thank you to the wonderful Anon who requested this.

The two teens sat in bed, well for of in a spoon position, per se. The shorter of the two holding on to the taller one in a sign of affection.

“You know, this is kinda funny,” the Spindell boy said with a little chuckle, holding onto Mickey’s hand that was around his waist.

Mickey looked down to Arthur in a sort of bewildered state and said with amusement in his voice, “Oh really? And, how is that?” Spoon looked back up at the boy he loves.

“Well uh, my names Spoon, and you’re spooning me. A little turn of the tables, huh,” Spoon laughs while Mickey looks down at him with all the love in his eyes just smiling.

Mickey starts with a soft laugh and says, “Y’know, every time I think you can’t get any cuter; you just continue to prove me wrong.”

With that, the two boys who were smitten with each other, continued on with their banter, all while Shira saw the little interaction and smiled. She knew those boys would make it, just her and Hannah did after so long.

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Mickey and spoon cuddling is something I need in my life…

OH MY GOD YES! Ok, this perfect, I have just the thing…

I’ve actually had this in the works and now I have motive to post it. Thank you, Anon, my little chalupa.