Songbird Singing Things Read Me To Sleep Spencer Reid x Reader
Songbird Singing Things — Read Me To Sleep - Spencer Reid x Reader
“Hello agents, before you leave, we wanted to leave you all with something.” Standing up on your toes to peer over the guys in front of you - seriously, did Hotch, Morgan, and Reid have to be so tall? - you get a look at what she and some of her own agents were holding. Pristine new FBI jackets with those classic faux fur lined hoods were folded in her hands along with what looked like windbreaker sweatpants. “So you don’t get cold.” Erin states plainly, passing the clothing out to the squad. “Wow, these are great!” Emily said excitedly, threading her fingers through the faux fur. “And to think I packed three different windbreakers,” you joke, taking your time to unzip the jacket and slide your arms through it. You sigh and as the material instantly makes you feel a lot cozier. “Jackets like these were actually first invented somewhat recently in 1936,” Spencer starts. “‘Recently’?” you quip, flashing Spencer a smile. “They were invented by a man named Eddie Bauer who almost lost his life to hypothermia when he went on a mid-winter fishing trip.” Chuckling a little, Derek patted Spencer on the back and jogged quickly to the plane due to Virginia’s January chill. “If you’re cold now, Morgan, I don’t know how you’re gonna react when we step out of the plane in North Dakota!” JJ laughs, earning a nudge from Emily. Finally, everyone piles onto the plane, taking up seats and instantly turning on the seat warmers. You settle gently in the window seat of the two-seater, and Spencer quickly joins you. “Mind if I sit?” He asks, motioning to the seat to your left. “Not at all,” you smile. Both you and Spencer considered the other as good friends, maybe even best friends. You started a mere two years after Spencer did. Since the two of you were around the same age - him a few years older - and were newer to the force, you found instant solace and comradery in the other. Over the years, you and Spencer became a lot closer. Whether it was caring and being there for him when he had his dilaudid scare or either of you sleeping over at the other’s houses when the nightmares became too much, you developed a strong relationship full of trust. “All I’m saying is that if we get there and it looks like the frozen planet Hoth, I’m going to be pissed.” You joke as the plane starts its descent. “Oh come on Y/N, pretty boy will wrap you up in his jacket to keep you warm.” Derek said, ruffling Spencer’s hair. A light blush graced both of your faces as you began to gather any strewn files. “Let’s not tease, Morgan, Capisci?” Rossi says, giving you a gentle smile. Rossi was always nice to you. He provided a much needed parental figure at the BAU, giving you tough love or a gentle guiding hand when needed. Soon enough, the squad was able to leave the place and be driven over to the local police precinct. The details that the police chief had were dished out to the team and talked over multiple times. It was tough, to say the least. They had no leads, no suspects, and no new facts. = 3 Days Later = Energy for the team was at an all time low. The heating was starting to slowly die, new bodies kept showing up everyday, and you were still no where close to finishing this investigation. “Let’s go over everything again.” Hotch begins, his statement being said for the third time within 2 hours. “The victims are buried beneath at least 2 feet of snow, it takes between 1 and 3 days for anybody to recognize anything’s up, and there are stab wounds and evidence of asphyxiation…” Hotch droned on which led you to faze out a bit. All you could think of were your cold body, your cold feet, and your cold ass fingers. That’s when you realized something. “O-oh my God.” You say, standing straight up as you re-examine the pictures. All eyes in the room turn towards you, curious. You start to pace the room as you hold the crime scene photos in your hands. “I know that there are stab wounds and asphyxiation evidence, but neither of those are what killed them. The wounds are in non-fatal areas of the body and the asphyxiation wasn’t severe enough to fully kill them.” You say, your mind going miles a minute. “So what are you saying killed them?” JJ asks, leaning forward. “Hypothermia,” you breath out, “the stab wounds prevent the victim from getting anywhere too far and look at the frostbite on the hands,” you say pointing to the darkened limbs. “It’s progressed far enough to make your hypothesis possible.” Spencer says, standing up as well. “Okay, so where could the unsub be keeping his victims in a place remote enough to leave them out in the cold?” Rossi asks, looking between you and Hotch. “Garcia?” Hotch simply says, listening into the speaker on the table. “Already there captain, I’m sending you the locations now.” Penelope sends three different locations to the squad making everyone gather around the computer. “Alright Prentiss and Morgan go to the first one, Reid and L/N to the second, and Rossi and I will take the third, let’s move!” He says quickly. Everyone gathers their things and you and Spencer share a look and nod. Each duo climbs into their own car equipped with cold weather tools and sped off to the different locations. “Great find Y/N,” Spencer says, giving you a reassuring look. You flash a weary smile at him and step on the gas, speeding off to the location. The place looks like it’s straight out of a horror movie. There’s an old raggedy windmill on the left of a shabby wooden cabin, bordered by huge fir trees. “My God, this place is terrifying.” You murmur, pulling your gloves on and your gun out of your belt. Spencer is on your right as you start to slowly make you way towards the building. Out of the corner of your eye you spot a tiny little shack just south of the windmill. “Spence, you take the house and I’ll take the shack, okay?” you whisper, making sure that no one else but him could hear you. Spencer looks a little shocked at you. “Y-Y/N, are you kidding? We need to stick together on this!” He says quietly, grabbing your hand. For some reason, neither of you are shocked at his action. You only squeeze his hand tighter. “I’ll be fine Spence, I promise. We’ll get a cup of hot chocolate after this, okay?” You say, giving him a small grin. Spencer nods back giving you a smile as well. “Yeah but you’ll just ruin yours with too much whipped cream and cinnamon. It totally defeats the purpose of the hot chocolate.” He quips back. You give him a quiet laugh and nod, squeezing his hand one last time before you head towards the shack. It was a ways away from the main house making your trek a little longer than Spencers, but you finally made it to the small wooden building. You drew in a breath as you began to see footprints with small bits of red in them. Your gloved hand reaches for your flashlight. You jump as you hear increasing steps behind you and turn around quickly, aiming your gun and squinting your eyes until you realize it was nothing but a deer passing by behind you. Be cool, Y/N, you’re fine. You’re good. You kick open the door to find the unsub about to attack a near naked girl, knife in hand and a wild look in his eyes. “FBI stop what you’re doing right now, drop the knife!” You yell. The man turns around to face you, knife still in hand and charging towards you. You fire a quick shot to his leg making him stumble, kick away the knife from his hand, and cuff him. You finally turn your eyes onto the girl who was terrified. “It’s okay, you’re okay now,” You say, helping her stand. That’s when you notice the condition that she was in. Her lips were almost purple now, the rest of her skin turning blue. You shrug your jacket and long sleeve shirt off of you as fast as you could putting both of them on her. You stuff your gloves on her hands and shimmy out of your windbreaker pants, leaving you in nothing but athletic shorts and a tank top. Screw it, you could bear these sub zero temperatures in these clothes for a few minutes, this girl needed warmth. An instant chill settled into your bones making your teeth chatter in seconds. You shout for Spencer as you help the girl to the door and make the unsub stand up, dragging him in front of you. Your friend finally came into view, running at full speed towards you. “Y/N, oh my god, are you okay?” He asks you. You nod as you let out a sigh, already knowing that your lips are starting to stray towards periwinkle. You could see the rest of the team running towards the shack. Derek took care of handling the unsub while Emily helped the girl back towards the vans, surely to help try and heat her up. “I’m pissed,” you chatter out, causing Spencer to raise an eyebrow. You roll your eyes and start rubbing your hands along your bare forearms, trying to generate any kind of warmth. “This place looks exactly like Hoth, and Morgan is gonna end up being right because I would kind of love to have your jacket right now.” You chatter-laugh, one of the weirdest sounds to ever come out of your mouth. Quickly nodding, Spencer starts to shed his jacket off of you, but stops halfway. “Spencer what the hell are you doing, my fingers are all already numb, it’s gonna hurt like hell to warm them back up.” “I actually have a more efficient idea, but we might want to go into the car first.” Giving no complaints, you and Spencer raced back to the backseat of a car, waiting for him to blast the heat. He does so, but it’s still not warming you up. “Is this seriously what you had in mind? Because I’m still feeling like a popsicle and Garcia will be very made to hear that.” You say chuckling nervously. “No, it’s this,” Spencer says, opening the front of his jacket. He brings you close to him and rezips the jacket, making you pressed right up against him. Not that you would go around talking to it about just anyone, but he was built underneath that cotton gray shirt. “Sp-Spence what are you doing?” You whisper-yell quietly, your cheeks burning up. “Skin to skin, it’s one of the quickest ways to get warm.” What was interesting was that you weren’t really opposed to being in this position with Spencer. Actually, you kind of really like it. You get to feel his heartbeat and snuggle your head under his chin, which makes Spencer flush this time. “Spencer,” you whisper, causing him to glance down at you. “Yeah?” He murmurs back. You feel his heartbeat quicken, affirming what you were hypothesizing. “Can you hold me?” You ask. He had never heard your voice speak so softly and so… lovingly. He felt special being able to hear you like this, seeing you like this. He always loved the fact that the two of you were such great friends and were able to confide in eachother, but he wanted more now. He wanted to see you like this a little bit more. So, he did as you asked and wrapped his arms around your cold frame, dismissing the cold that transferred into his body from yours. After a few minutes you were starting to feel a lot better but made no effort to leave. Instead, you snuggled into him more and let your hands splay out against his chest. You heard him hum lightly, pressing you further closer to him. “Y/N.” He whispers this time. “Yeah?” You respond, looking at him. The two of you make eye-contact and make no effort to break it. “Can our hot chocolate outing be considered a date?” He asks, his face now mere inches away from yours. You nod instantly and bring your face closer to his. “Can I kiss you?” You ask, bringing one of your hands to cup his cheek. Spencer doesn’t even wait to nod, he just closes the gap in between you. The kiss was sweet and tender, like gingerbread cookies right out of the oven. Spencer now brings both of his hands to your cheeks and deepens the kiss, making you melt into him. Things were starting to get a little more intense, that is, until the door to the car opens causing snow to blow onto the seats. “HEY! IT IS FREEZING OUTSIDE AND-” You cut your words off as you see Morgan, JJ, and Prentiss looking at you and Spencer, all with smirks on their faces. You see two faces turn a little more frustrated, digging into their pockets and fishing out twenty dollars each. Emily smirks and takes the bills from JJ and Morgan, earning groans from the two of them. “Y’all seriously couldn’t pace things?” Stumped, you look at them with your mouth hanging open. “You bet on us?” Spencer says, his voice raising in volume.” Chuckling, the three of them close the door to the car leaving just you and Spencer, flabbergasted. “So how about that hot chocolate now?” spencer reid spencer reid x reader reader x spencer reid y/n x spencer reid spencer reid x y/n Criminal Minds criminal minds x y/n criminal minds x reader cm spencer x you spencer x reader
Today marked the 7th day that they were in Phoenix Arizona tracking down a deranged serial killer. His M.O. was something that the BAU had never come across - he would hijack buses full of people, drive them to a remote area, and kill them. Y/N racked her brain to try and determine what the killer's next move would be, but she didn't have to wait. She heard the glass doors of the room she was in fly open as Derek raced in, his breathing heavy."A bus has just been reported to be hijacked. It was last seen going past Agua Fria National Monument." Derek said, looking at Y/N. "That doesn't make any sense - no forms public transportation even head in that direction. Not even tour guides lead trips out there." Spencer said, sitting across the room from Y/N. "That's because it's a field trip," Derek said, causing a chill to go down Y/N's spine, "the sick son of a bitch has hijacked a school bus full of fourth graders." Y/N's horrified expression was enough to make Spencer's stomach drop. The two of them had grown to become good friends ever since Y/N had joined the BAU. They even lived one apartment building away from the other, so they would carpool to work together. To save gas. No other… hidden reason or anything. The truth was, the two had indeed developed feelings for each other, but neither of them acted on it because they were scared. Scared that the other didn't reciprocate their feelings or that it might ruin their friendship. But, neither Y/N nor Spencer could think about those feelings at the moment, because Hotch had gathered the team in the room that the Phoenix Police Department had given them. "Morgan and Prentiss, I need you two to canvass the elementary school. Find out if anyone hacked into their computer system or stolen files so that they could find out about the field trip. I've already informed Garcia, so she'll be working closely with you. JJ, ride along with them so that you can speak to staff members, parents, or anyone who might be able to give you information. L/N and Reid, you need to drive the route that the unsub drove. This might be our only way to know what kind of roads the unsub prefers. Rossi and I will follow you, but we need to get the local police together first. Don't engage if you find him, got it?" Spencer and Y/N nodded and gathered their things quickly. Y/N's heart didn't stop racing until they were about 30 minutes on the road. Thankfully, Spencer was driving. "Y/N, are you okay?" He asked, looking at you with concern. Pulling herself together, Y/N nodded and gave him the biggest smile she could muster. "Yeah. I just want to find this guy before anything happens to those kids." She said quietly. Spencer nodded and kept driving. A peaceful silence settled between the two of them, but was soon interrupted as Y/N saw something. "Spence! Stop the car!" She yelled. Spencer stopped the car, and then saw what Y/N had seen. A yellow school bus was parked at the side of the road, no one to be seen around it. Donning her bullet proof vest, Y/N unbuckled her seat belt. Just as she was about to open the door, Spencer put his hand forcefully over her's to stop it. "Y/N, Hotch said we weren't supposed to engage. We can't go blindly in there." Spencer said firmly, giving Y/N a hard stare. "Spence, look, there are no shadows in the windows. No one. We need to look, or we may not catch him in time. We need to save those kids, or I don't know what I'm going to do with myself as I have to tell multiple parents that their kids were murdered." Y/N said, fire in her voice and eyes. Relenting, Spencer buckled his own vest and stepped out of the car slowly. Motioning for Y/N, she, too, stepped out of the car and made her way over to the open doors of the bus. Just as she had thought, there were no kids on the bus. "Okay, I'm gonna look under the seats for anything that the kids might've left behind." Spencer said, crouching to see under the wrinkled gray seats. Y/N was just about to respond until she felt cold metal press against the side of her head, pinching her ear. Frozen, Y/N peered to the side and saw the sick grin of their unsub. Y/N's breathing became shallow, but she forced herself to remain calm."Spencer," she whispered, looking at the man she loved as he examined a piece of paper from his crouched position on the floor. "Y/N, I think I found something here," Spencer said, not looking up from the evidence he had discovered, "this address is-" Spencer cut himself off as he looked up at Y/N. His eyes grew wide with panic as he saw the man that had claimed several lives pressed a gun against his love's head. Drawing, his own gun, Spencer started to raise it up to face the unsub. "I wouldn't do that. Unless, you want this pretty little lady to die." The unsub chuckled as his grip around Y/N got tighter. "It's a shame that, even if your little friend over there does do what I tell him, you're still gonna end up on the floor bleeding out." This was it, Y/N thought. This was how she was going to die. She would never get to adopt that puppy she had her eye on for weeks that was at the shelter. She would never get to pay back Penelope for that one time she covered for her when they went out for frozen yoghurt and Y/N forgot her wallet. She would never get to tell Spencer… that she loved him. No, she thought, no way would she go without telling Spencer."Spence…" Y/n whispered, her cheeks now drenched with tears. Spencer took his eyes off of the unsub to look at her in her helpless state. His own cheeks started to become home to his salty tears. "I love you". BANG! The shot of a gun went off, but weirdly, Y/N didn't feel any pain. She dared to take her eyes off of Spencer to look down at the floor and see the unsub, dead on the ground. Y/N turned around to see Rossi, still with his gun raised. Overwhelmed, Y/N collapsed to the floors. Her body was shaking, but was soon encased in warmth. Spencer's arms were wrapped around her small frame. One of his hands held her head and the other was holding her waist. "I love you too." He whispered against her ear. Crying, but this time a mix of fear and happiness, Y/N pulled away from him a little, and leaned her head towards his. It was totally unprofessional, but they didn't care. Spencer met her lips with his and kissed her softly, like she was made of glass and she would break. Pulling apart, Y/N leaned her forehead against his. "I was scared that I was never going to be able to say that to you." Y/N admitted. "No last words from you yet, L/N." Spencer said, earning a giggle from Y/N, and meeting her lips again. They pulled away which revealed a smiling Y/N. "You wanna get coffee when we get home?" She said, quirking a small, shy smile. "Anything your heart desires." Spencer said, taking Y/N's hand and leading her back to the car. Hotch did give her a good amount of scolding for going in blindly, but he was more relieved to see her safe and sound. The team flew home overnight. Y/N and Spencer curled up next to the other, which made the rest of the team grin. "They're something else, huh?" Morgan said, looking at JJ and Prentiss. "They're perfect for each other." JJ said as Emily nodded. And perfect, they were. Of course, every couple has their scrapes and low moments, but the two were truly soulmates. Two hearts that beat as one. Perfect. spencer reid x reader spencer reid reader x spencer reid spencer reid x y/n y/n x spencer reid Criminal Minds
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WARNINGS: Just pure fluff, Spoilers for S2 EP9 Summary: Having to be a chaperone for the Snow Ball was not in your evening plans, not at all. However, as you're greeting the middle schoolers and making sure they get in safely, you run into Steve Harrington, your best friend, dropping off Dustin. It's cold and icy everywhere, but thankfully, Steve is there to lend a helping hand. A/N: Frost Kisses? Get it? Instead of Frost Bites? It's 1:10 am I gotta go to bed. Enjoy <3 Word Count: 3.4K Looking at your reflection in the mirror, all you wanted to do was rip off what you were wearing and slide into a warm pair of pajamas. A bowl of popcorn could have been on your bed, drizzled with butter and sprinkled with salt, and Indiana Jones & the Temple of Doom could have been on your small television screen. Instead, you were dressed in a ruffled blue dress with puffed sleeves that your mom had bought for you at the department store about an hour away. 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Songbird Singing Things — Read Me To Sleep - Spencer Reid x Reader
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Gönderi sahibi accio-fan-fiction Sleeping was sometimes hard for you, but thankfully, Spencer knows just what can help. It was another one of those nights. The ones where, no matter how hard you try, you just can't seem to fall asleep. You knew you had some insomniac tendencies, but they never were bad enough to prompt you to go visit the doctor's office. Peering over at your boyfriend, you see him passed out, even snoring a little bit. As your mouth forms a small smile, you decide that if you can't go to sleep that you'd actually do something with your time. Quietly, you grab a small book from your nightstand and tiptoe out of your shared bedroom, trying to sneak out without waking Spencer. You finally settle into a comfortable chair in your living room, turning the lamp next to it on its dimmest setting. Although you could barely see the words, you were determined to finish the book you were reading, Anne of the Island from the Anne of Green Gables series. Yes, it was way below your reading level at this point but the love story between Anne and Gilbert was just too magical that you couldn't help but re-reading the series. You were near the end, right where Gilbert was getting sick. You became so invested that you didn't even notice that Spencer had woken up and saw that you were gone. "You know, it's bad for your eyes to read in such dim lighting." Jumping a little in your chair, you looked up from the book to see Spencer leaning against the door frame of your bedroom facing the living room. Giving a guilty smile, you murmur back "I didn't want to wake you." Spencer walks over to where you were seated and squats down next to you. "Why are you up so late, or shall I say, early?" Spencer whispers, drawing circles on your knee. "Couldn't fall asleep." You say, sighing and looking back at your book. "I have an idea," Spencer says, grabbing your book. "I'm almost done, please let me finish." You protest, trying to snatch the book back from him. "What if," Spencer says, taking your hand in his and helping you stand up, "we go back to bed and you can finish it later?" He asks, clearly tired and exhausted. "Spence, you of all people should know how strong the urge is to finish a book." You point out, trying every conceivable way to get him to give you back your book. "How about I read it to you?" His suggestion threw you off a bit. Normally you hate it when other people read to you, but Spencer? His voice was one of the things that calmed you down the most. "Fine. But you have to make sure I'm awake for the ending. It's the best part." You say reluctantly, following him back to your bed. You pull the comforter up and snuggle into it, waiting for Spencer to start reading. "Long after Pacifique's gay whistle had faded into the phantom of music and then into silencer far up under the maples of Lover's Lane Anne stood under the willows, tasting the poignant sweetness of life when some great dread…" Spencer read. You could already feel your eyes drooping, but you fought to keep them open. A fight you soon lost. "'But it wasn't, sweetheart. Oh, Anne, this makes up for everything, doesn't it? Let's resolve to keep this day sacred to perfect beauty all our lives for the gift it has given us.'" Spencer read, Gilbert's loving words resonating with him. He glanced over at you, his love, and smiled at your now sleeping form. He presses a soft kiss to tour forehead, places the book on his nightstand, and turned off his lamp. He snuggled closer to you, wrapping his strong arms around your waist and nudging his head in between your head and shoulder. With both of you finally relaxed, and sleepy, Spencer mentally checked a box in his mind and reminded himself to always try and make sure that you actually got some sleep. So, you two developed a system. Whenever you had one of your 'nights', you were to wake Spencer up - even if he just got back from a case (he made sure to specify that) - and have him read you to sleep. Let's just say, you were getting a lot more sleep nowadays. spencer reid x y/n spencer reid x reader criminal minds spencer reid reader x spencer reid y/n x spencer reid See more posts like this on Tumblr #criminal minds #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid #reader x spencer reid #y/n x spencer reidŞunları da beğenebilirsin
Chilled - Spencer Reid x Reader
Gönderi sahibi hisirishsoufflegirl WARNINGS: I mean, this is a cm fic so theres gonna be some gore involved, but nothing too insane. If you do get squeamish really easily though, this might not be the fic for you? The air finally started to have a certain chill to it, one that no matter what you wore, you felt it in your bones. That paired with your day job left you feeling no warmth, not even if you were lit on fire yourself. And now, in the middle of January, you and the team have to travel to North Dakota, of all places, for a pretty touchy case. Since it was an above average winter, snowstorms were pelting the state at a quite alarming rate. This posed the perfect opportunity for the unsub they were hunting - as they would dump the bodies in huge snow drifts. The local authorities only started to find the bodies when snow started to develop an off putting color. “Remember to bundle up my lovelies, you are going to be braving some serious sub zero tempetratures! I don’t want any of my favorite agents turning into popsicles.” Garcia says as she’s handing out the files to everyone at the round table. Peeling back the manilla folder, you almost wish you hadn’t. The discoloration on the snow was perfectly nauseating and what made your heart drop more was the shape that the corpses were in. There was clear evidence of asphyxiation and stab wounds on the body and, however, something didn’t feel perfectly right about the way that the person died. Not being able to put a finger on the thought, you slid the manilla folder into your bag and stood up like the rest of your team. “C’mon, Y/N/N, better get going, yeah?” Derek asks, waiting for you to start walking. You nod and start walking out with everyone else, only for you all to get stopped by Erin Strauss.“Hello agents, before you leave, we wanted to leave you all with something.” Standing up on your toes to peer over the guys in front of you - seriously, did Hotch, Morgan, and Reid have to be so tall? - you get a look at what she and some of her own agents were holding. Pristine new FBI jackets with those classic faux fur lined hoods were folded in her hands along with what looked like windbreaker sweatpants. “So you don’t get cold.” Erin states plainly, passing the clothing out to the squad. “Wow, these are great!” Emily said excitedly, threading her fingers through the faux fur. “And to think I packed three different windbreakers,” you joke, taking your time to unzip the jacket and slide your arms through it. You sigh and as the material instantly makes you feel a lot cozier. “Jackets like these were actually first invented somewhat recently in 1936,” Spencer starts. “‘Recently’?” you quip, flashing Spencer a smile. “They were invented by a man named Eddie Bauer who almost lost his life to hypothermia when he went on a mid-winter fishing trip.” Chuckling a little, Derek patted Spencer on the back and jogged quickly to the plane due to Virginia’s January chill. “If you’re cold now, Morgan, I don’t know how you’re gonna react when we step out of the plane in North Dakota!” JJ laughs, earning a nudge from Emily. Finally, everyone piles onto the plane, taking up seats and instantly turning on the seat warmers. You settle gently in the window seat of the two-seater, and Spencer quickly joins you. “Mind if I sit?” He asks, motioning to the seat to your left. “Not at all,” you smile. Both you and Spencer considered the other as good friends, maybe even best friends. You started a mere two years after Spencer did. Since the two of you were around the same age - him a few years older - and were newer to the force, you found instant solace and comradery in the other. Over the years, you and Spencer became a lot closer. Whether it was caring and being there for him when he had his dilaudid scare or either of you sleeping over at the other’s houses when the nightmares became too much, you developed a strong relationship full of trust. “All I’m saying is that if we get there and it looks like the frozen planet Hoth, I’m going to be pissed.” You joke as the plane starts its descent. “Oh come on Y/N, pretty boy will wrap you up in his jacket to keep you warm.” Derek said, ruffling Spencer’s hair. A light blush graced both of your faces as you began to gather any strewn files. “Let’s not tease, Morgan, Capisci?” Rossi says, giving you a gentle smile. Rossi was always nice to you. He provided a much needed parental figure at the BAU, giving you tough love or a gentle guiding hand when needed. Soon enough, the squad was able to leave the place and be driven over to the local police precinct. The details that the police chief had were dished out to the team and talked over multiple times. It was tough, to say the least. They had no leads, no suspects, and no new facts. = 3 Days Later = Energy for the team was at an all time low. The heating was starting to slowly die, new bodies kept showing up everyday, and you were still no where close to finishing this investigation. “Let’s go over everything again.” Hotch begins, his statement being said for the third time within 2 hours. “The victims are buried beneath at least 2 feet of snow, it takes between 1 and 3 days for anybody to recognize anything’s up, and there are stab wounds and evidence of asphyxiation…” Hotch droned on which led you to faze out a bit. All you could think of were your cold body, your cold feet, and your cold ass fingers. That’s when you realized something. “O-oh my God.” You say, standing straight up as you re-examine the pictures. All eyes in the room turn towards you, curious. You start to pace the room as you hold the crime scene photos in your hands. “I know that there are stab wounds and asphyxiation evidence, but neither of those are what killed them. The wounds are in non-fatal areas of the body and the asphyxiation wasn’t severe enough to fully kill them.” You say, your mind going miles a minute. “So what are you saying killed them?” JJ asks, leaning forward. “Hypothermia,” you breath out, “the stab wounds prevent the victim from getting anywhere too far and look at the frostbite on the hands,” you say pointing to the darkened limbs. “It’s progressed far enough to make your hypothesis possible.” Spencer says, standing up as well. “Okay, so where could the unsub be keeping his victims in a place remote enough to leave them out in the cold?” Rossi asks, looking between you and Hotch. “Garcia?” Hotch simply says, listening into the speaker on the table. “Already there captain, I’m sending you the locations now.” Penelope sends three different locations to the squad making everyone gather around the computer. “Alright Prentiss and Morgan go to the first one, Reid and L/N to the second, and Rossi and I will take the third, let’s move!” He says quickly. Everyone gathers their things and you and Spencer share a look and nod. Each duo climbs into their own car equipped with cold weather tools and sped off to the different locations. “Great find Y/N,” Spencer says, giving you a reassuring look. You flash a weary smile at him and step on the gas, speeding off to the location. The place looks like it’s straight out of a horror movie. There’s an old raggedy windmill on the left of a shabby wooden cabin, bordered by huge fir trees. “My God, this place is terrifying.” You murmur, pulling your gloves on and your gun out of your belt. Spencer is on your right as you start to slowly make you way towards the building. Out of the corner of your eye you spot a tiny little shack just south of the windmill. “Spence, you take the house and I’ll take the shack, okay?” you whisper, making sure that no one else but him could hear you. Spencer looks a little shocked at you. “Y-Y/N, are you kidding? We need to stick together on this!” He says quietly, grabbing your hand. For some reason, neither of you are shocked at his action. You only squeeze his hand tighter. “I’ll be fine Spence, I promise. We’ll get a cup of hot chocolate after this, okay?” You say, giving him a small grin. Spencer nods back giving you a smile as well. “Yeah but you’ll just ruin yours with too much whipped cream and cinnamon. It totally defeats the purpose of the hot chocolate.” He quips back. You give him a quiet laugh and nod, squeezing his hand one last time before you head towards the shack. It was a ways away from the main house making your trek a little longer than Spencers, but you finally made it to the small wooden building. You drew in a breath as you began to see footprints with small bits of red in them. Your gloved hand reaches for your flashlight. You jump as you hear increasing steps behind you and turn around quickly, aiming your gun and squinting your eyes until you realize it was nothing but a deer passing by behind you. Be cool, Y/N, you’re fine. You’re good. You kick open the door to find the unsub about to attack a near naked girl, knife in hand and a wild look in his eyes. “FBI stop what you’re doing right now, drop the knife!” You yell. The man turns around to face you, knife still in hand and charging towards you. You fire a quick shot to his leg making him stumble, kick away the knife from his hand, and cuff him. You finally turn your eyes onto the girl who was terrified. “It’s okay, you’re okay now,” You say, helping her stand. That’s when you notice the condition that she was in. Her lips were almost purple now, the rest of her skin turning blue. You shrug your jacket and long sleeve shirt off of you as fast as you could putting both of them on her. You stuff your gloves on her hands and shimmy out of your windbreaker pants, leaving you in nothing but athletic shorts and a tank top. Screw it, you could bear these sub zero temperatures in these clothes for a few minutes, this girl needed warmth. An instant chill settled into your bones making your teeth chatter in seconds. You shout for Spencer as you help the girl to the door and make the unsub stand up, dragging him in front of you. Your friend finally came into view, running at full speed towards you. “Y/N, oh my god, are you okay?” He asks you. You nod as you let out a sigh, already knowing that your lips are starting to stray towards periwinkle. You could see the rest of the team running towards the shack. Derek took care of handling the unsub while Emily helped the girl back towards the vans, surely to help try and heat her up. “I’m pissed,” you chatter out, causing Spencer to raise an eyebrow. You roll your eyes and start rubbing your hands along your bare forearms, trying to generate any kind of warmth. “This place looks exactly like Hoth, and Morgan is gonna end up being right because I would kind of love to have your jacket right now.” You chatter-laugh, one of the weirdest sounds to ever come out of your mouth. Quickly nodding, Spencer starts to shed his jacket off of you, but stops halfway. “Spencer what the hell are you doing, my fingers are all already numb, it’s gonna hurt like hell to warm them back up.” “I actually have a more efficient idea, but we might want to go into the car first.” Giving no complaints, you and Spencer raced back to the backseat of a car, waiting for him to blast the heat. He does so, but it’s still not warming you up. “Is this seriously what you had in mind? Because I’m still feeling like a popsicle and Garcia will be very made to hear that.” You say chuckling nervously. “No, it’s this,” Spencer says, opening the front of his jacket. He brings you close to him and rezips the jacket, making you pressed right up against him. Not that you would go around talking to it about just anyone, but he was built underneath that cotton gray shirt. “Sp-Spence what are you doing?” You whisper-yell quietly, your cheeks burning up. “Skin to skin, it’s one of the quickest ways to get warm.” What was interesting was that you weren’t really opposed to being in this position with Spencer. Actually, you kind of really like it. You get to feel his heartbeat and snuggle your head under his chin, which makes Spencer flush this time. “Spencer,” you whisper, causing him to glance down at you. “Yeah?” He murmurs back. You feel his heartbeat quicken, affirming what you were hypothesizing. “Can you hold me?” You ask. He had never heard your voice speak so softly and so… lovingly. He felt special being able to hear you like this, seeing you like this. He always loved the fact that the two of you were such great friends and were able to confide in eachother, but he wanted more now. He wanted to see you like this a little bit more. So, he did as you asked and wrapped his arms around your cold frame, dismissing the cold that transferred into his body from yours. After a few minutes you were starting to feel a lot better but made no effort to leave. Instead, you snuggled into him more and let your hands splay out against his chest. You heard him hum lightly, pressing you further closer to him. “Y/N.” He whispers this time. “Yeah?” You respond, looking at him. The two of you make eye-contact and make no effort to break it. “Can our hot chocolate outing be considered a date?” He asks, his face now mere inches away from yours. You nod instantly and bring your face closer to his. “Can I kiss you?” You ask, bringing one of your hands to cup his cheek. Spencer doesn’t even wait to nod, he just closes the gap in between you. The kiss was sweet and tender, like gingerbread cookies right out of the oven. Spencer now brings both of his hands to your cheeks and deepens the kiss, making you melt into him. Things were starting to get a little more intense, that is, until the door to the car opens causing snow to blow onto the seats. “HEY! IT IS FREEZING OUTSIDE AND-” You cut your words off as you see Morgan, JJ, and Prentiss looking at you and Spencer, all with smirks on their faces. You see two faces turn a little more frustrated, digging into their pockets and fishing out twenty dollars each. Emily smirks and takes the bills from JJ and Morgan, earning groans from the two of them. “Y’all seriously couldn’t pace things?” Stumped, you look at them with your mouth hanging open. “You bet on us?” Spencer says, his voice raising in volume.” Chuckling, the three of them close the door to the car leaving just you and Spencer, flabbergasted. “So how about that hot chocolate now?” spencer reid spencer reid x reader reader x spencer reid y/n x spencer reid spencer reid x y/n Criminal Minds criminal minds x y/n criminal minds x reader cm spencer x you spencer x reader
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Gönderi sahibi criminal-mindsx As the team is in the middle of an investigation, Y/N and Spencer go to investigate. But, terror strikes and hidden feelings are revealed as Y/N is in danger.Today marked the 7th day that they were in Phoenix Arizona tracking down a deranged serial killer. His M.O. was something that the BAU had never come across - he would hijack buses full of people, drive them to a remote area, and kill them. Y/N racked her brain to try and determine what the killer's next move would be, but she didn't have to wait. She heard the glass doors of the room she was in fly open as Derek raced in, his breathing heavy."A bus has just been reported to be hijacked. It was last seen going past Agua Fria National Monument." Derek said, looking at Y/N. "That doesn't make any sense - no forms public transportation even head in that direction. Not even tour guides lead trips out there." Spencer said, sitting across the room from Y/N. "That's because it's a field trip," Derek said, causing a chill to go down Y/N's spine, "the sick son of a bitch has hijacked a school bus full of fourth graders." Y/N's horrified expression was enough to make Spencer's stomach drop. The two of them had grown to become good friends ever since Y/N had joined the BAU. They even lived one apartment building away from the other, so they would carpool to work together. To save gas. No other… hidden reason or anything. The truth was, the two had indeed developed feelings for each other, but neither of them acted on it because they were scared. Scared that the other didn't reciprocate their feelings or that it might ruin their friendship. But, neither Y/N nor Spencer could think about those feelings at the moment, because Hotch had gathered the team in the room that the Phoenix Police Department had given them. "Morgan and Prentiss, I need you two to canvass the elementary school. Find out if anyone hacked into their computer system or stolen files so that they could find out about the field trip. I've already informed Garcia, so she'll be working closely with you. JJ, ride along with them so that you can speak to staff members, parents, or anyone who might be able to give you information. L/N and Reid, you need to drive the route that the unsub drove. This might be our only way to know what kind of roads the unsub prefers. Rossi and I will follow you, but we need to get the local police together first. Don't engage if you find him, got it?" Spencer and Y/N nodded and gathered their things quickly. Y/N's heart didn't stop racing until they were about 30 minutes on the road. Thankfully, Spencer was driving. "Y/N, are you okay?" He asked, looking at you with concern. Pulling herself together, Y/N nodded and gave him the biggest smile she could muster. "Yeah. I just want to find this guy before anything happens to those kids." She said quietly. Spencer nodded and kept driving. A peaceful silence settled between the two of them, but was soon interrupted as Y/N saw something. "Spence! Stop the car!" She yelled. Spencer stopped the car, and then saw what Y/N had seen. A yellow school bus was parked at the side of the road, no one to be seen around it. Donning her bullet proof vest, Y/N unbuckled her seat belt. Just as she was about to open the door, Spencer put his hand forcefully over her's to stop it. "Y/N, Hotch said we weren't supposed to engage. We can't go blindly in there." Spencer said firmly, giving Y/N a hard stare. "Spence, look, there are no shadows in the windows. No one. We need to look, or we may not catch him in time. We need to save those kids, or I don't know what I'm going to do with myself as I have to tell multiple parents that their kids were murdered." Y/N said, fire in her voice and eyes. Relenting, Spencer buckled his own vest and stepped out of the car slowly. Motioning for Y/N, she, too, stepped out of the car and made her way over to the open doors of the bus. Just as she had thought, there were no kids on the bus. "Okay, I'm gonna look under the seats for anything that the kids might've left behind." Spencer said, crouching to see under the wrinkled gray seats. Y/N was just about to respond until she felt cold metal press against the side of her head, pinching her ear. Frozen, Y/N peered to the side and saw the sick grin of their unsub. Y/N's breathing became shallow, but she forced herself to remain calm."Spencer," she whispered, looking at the man she loved as he examined a piece of paper from his crouched position on the floor. "Y/N, I think I found something here," Spencer said, not looking up from the evidence he had discovered, "this address is-" Spencer cut himself off as he looked up at Y/N. His eyes grew wide with panic as he saw the man that had claimed several lives pressed a gun against his love's head. Drawing, his own gun, Spencer started to raise it up to face the unsub. "I wouldn't do that. Unless, you want this pretty little lady to die." The unsub chuckled as his grip around Y/N got tighter. "It's a shame that, even if your little friend over there does do what I tell him, you're still gonna end up on the floor bleeding out." This was it, Y/N thought. This was how she was going to die. She would never get to adopt that puppy she had her eye on for weeks that was at the shelter. She would never get to pay back Penelope for that one time she covered for her when they went out for frozen yoghurt and Y/N forgot her wallet. She would never get to tell Spencer… that she loved him. No, she thought, no way would she go without telling Spencer."Spence…" Y/n whispered, her cheeks now drenched with tears. Spencer took his eyes off of the unsub to look at her in her helpless state. His own cheeks started to become home to his salty tears. "I love you". BANG! The shot of a gun went off, but weirdly, Y/N didn't feel any pain. She dared to take her eyes off of Spencer to look down at the floor and see the unsub, dead on the ground. Y/N turned around to see Rossi, still with his gun raised. Overwhelmed, Y/N collapsed to the floors. Her body was shaking, but was soon encased in warmth. Spencer's arms were wrapped around her small frame. One of his hands held her head and the other was holding her waist. "I love you too." He whispered against her ear. Crying, but this time a mix of fear and happiness, Y/N pulled away from him a little, and leaned her head towards his. It was totally unprofessional, but they didn't care. Spencer met her lips with his and kissed her softly, like she was made of glass and she would break. Pulling apart, Y/N leaned her forehead against his. "I was scared that I was never going to be able to say that to you." Y/N admitted. "No last words from you yet, L/N." Spencer said, earning a giggle from Y/N, and meeting her lips again. They pulled away which revealed a smiling Y/N. "You wanna get coffee when we get home?" She said, quirking a small, shy smile. "Anything your heart desires." Spencer said, taking Y/N's hand and leading her back to the car. Hotch did give her a good amount of scolding for going in blindly, but he was more relieved to see her safe and sound. The team flew home overnight. Y/N and Spencer curled up next to the other, which made the rest of the team grin. "They're something else, huh?" Morgan said, looking at JJ and Prentiss. "They're perfect for each other." JJ said as Emily nodded. And perfect, they were. Of course, every couple has their scrapes and low moments, but the two were truly soulmates. Two hearts that beat as one. Perfect. spencer reid x reader spencer reid reader x spencer reid spencer reid x y/n y/n x spencer reid Criminal Minds
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Gönderi sahibi commxnderwolffe ❀ Back to Navigation ❀ ❀ Top Gun Masterlist ❀ Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x F!Reader WARNINGS: Just Fluff <3 Summary: For his whole life, Rooster has had one special, defining feature - his heart eyes. Full of such love and adoration for so many things, he's been told and teased countless times by his mother and friends for them. So when you, the niece of Penny Benjamin, walk into a garden party where he and his top gun buddies have been invited to with a smile on your face and the sweetest personality to boot? How can he help it - he just has heart eyes for you. A/N: Idkkkk I had this idea and kinda loved it. Now, 2.8K words later, it's all written and done! As always, I appreciate comments, constructive criticism, and support, so let me know what you think! Requests are open <3. Enjoy!!!! It had been a part of Bradley for as long as he could remember. Other kids had defining characteristics to them – dimples on their cheeks, a buck-toothed grin, maybe even the cutest button nose to date. But Bradley, oh little Bradley, he has heart eyes. With so much love in his heart, his big, brown doe eyes would fill with so much compassion and adoration for things that he couldn't keep it in him. He wore his heart on his sleeve and his love in his eyes.His mother always used to tell him that he had them whenever his babysitter, Audrey, would watch him for the night. She was a high schooler who lived close by, always willing to lend a helping hand to Mrs. Bradshaw and her son. Bradley saw her as the prettiest girl alive – long hair, a kind grin, and always happy to let him talk to her about his new action figures. "Oh honey, you've got heart eyes." Is what she would always say, grabbing his chin gently and giving him a nose kiss. He'd blush and duck his head away, trying to hide the fact that he was utterly infatuated with his babysitter. "No I don't," Bradley would protest, "She's just nice, that's all." Sensing her son's embarrassment, she'd switch topics quickly and let him show her how he organized his model planes. But anyone could see the way his eyes transformed when his babysitter would walk through the door and give him a big hug. Okumaya devam et bradley x reader bradley bradshaw x reader bradley bradshaw bradley x y/n bradley x you bradley x bradley bradshaw x female reader bradley bradshaw x y/n bradley bradshaw x you bradley bradshaw x bradley fic bradley fluff bradley fanfiction bradley fanfic Bradley Bradshaw fanfic bradley bradshaw imagine bradley bradshaw fluff bradley bradshaw fic bradley bradshaw fanfiction rooster x reader rooster x f!reader rooster x y/n rooster x you rooster x rooster fluff rooster bradshaw imagine bradley rooster bradshaw rooster fanfic rooster fanfiction top gun maverick x reader lovrily lovrily
speed of sound part 3
steve harrington x reader part 3 of 3 13k words ۪۪۫۫ ༄ؘ ˑ as will byers older sister, you vaguely know steve harrington. upon becoming steve harrington's (randomly and abruptly selected) lab partner, you realize you know him even less than you thought. 「 link to part one & part two 」 warnings: fem!reader, byers!reader, shy!reader, bickering, lab partners, classmates, starts in season 2 ends in season 4, frenemies to lovers, slow burn, pining, "unrequited" love emphasis on the air quotes, steve is popular and reader is not, doting mother joyce, running with the headcanon that jonathan dropped out of high school, hurt/comfort, language, blood/injury warnings level to what's on the show, slight canon divergence in epilogue Okumaya devam et songbirdsingingthings Masterful - absolutely masterful writing. This is one of the best works I've ever seen down to the plot to the descriptions and everything in between💗💕✨ steve harrington x reader fluff steve harrington drabble stranger things fic stranger things x reader stranger things steve harrington x y/n steve harrington imagine steve harrington x reader steve harrington steve harrington x youFrost Kisses
Gönderi sahibi stilinskijedi011❀ Back to Navigation ❀ ❀ Stranger Things Masterlist ❀ Steve Harrington x F!ReaderWARNINGS: Just pure fluff, Spoilers for S2 EP9 Summary: Having to be a chaperone for the Snow Ball was not in your evening plans, not at all. However, as you're greeting the middle schoolers and making sure they get in safely, you run into Steve Harrington, your best friend, dropping off Dustin. It's cold and icy everywhere, but thankfully, Steve is there to lend a helping hand. A/N: Frost Kisses? Get it? Instead of Frost Bites? It's 1:10 am I gotta go to bed. Enjoy <3 Word Count: 3.4K Looking at your reflection in the mirror, all you wanted to do was rip off what you were wearing and slide into a warm pair of pajamas. A bowl of popcorn could have been on your bed, drizzled with butter and sprinkled with salt, and Indiana Jones & the Temple of Doom could have been on your small television screen. Instead, you were dressed in a ruffled blue dress with puffed sleeves that your mom had bought for you at the department store about an hour away. The shoes were uncomfy, the dress made noise when you moved, and the necklace around your neck felt like it was choking you. Your hair was pulled and tugged at it in all different directions and your shoes were pinching your feet so much that you were sure that each toe would be covered in blisters. "Y/N, would you come downstairs darling? If you're going to grab a ride with me on my way to Karen's this evening, we need to go now!" Sighing, you frowned at yourself in the mirror, swiped one last layer of lip gloss on, and shoved the tube in your clutch. You took the stairs one foot at a time and very carefully, trying to not trip over yourself. Gasping, your mother watched you come into view, instantly grabbing her polaroid and snapping a picture. You blinked away the bright flash and grimaced. Okumaya devam et steve harrington stranger things steve harrington x you steve harrington x y/n steve harrington x reader steve harrington x steve harrington fanfic steve harrington fic steve harrington fanfiction steve harrington fluff stranger things x you stranger things x y/n stranger things x reader stranger things x fem!reader steve harrington x fem!reader steve x y/n steve x you steve x reader steve fanfic steve fanfiction steve fic steve harrington steve fluff stranger things fic lovers-liability hwangcore let’s talk, shall we? it’s no secret that tumblr writers have been leaving or deactivating their blogs, especially in the last year or two. and i think the reason why is even less of a secret. the fact that writers have to practically beg for feedback and interaction on a site where they post their works for FREE is ridiculous. the fact that most of the people who are reading and consuming these works don’t even spare 10 seconds to add a nice tag to their reblog (if they even bother to do that) is borderline enraging. this is tumblr, not instagram or twitter. likes on tumblr do nothing for the writer. i don’t care if you think that it helps them appear in the tags, or if you think that seeing yet another “___ liked your post” is encouraging to them, because it doesn’t and its not. and speaking of likes, why is the ratio of likes to reblogs so fucking huge? and before you think i’m being dramatic, lets take a look at some of the notes from my own works. at the time of me writing this, my one-shot, dream lover, has 821 notes. that’s pretty good right? but let’s see how many are empty likes and how many are reblogs. 769 likes. 52 reblogs. out of those 52 reblogs, 35 of them are empty. no tag, no comment. one of my reactions currently has 2,038 notes. you may be thinking that’s a lot, which it is and i’m incredibly thankful for how many notes i’ve gotten on it. but how many are likes and how many are reblogs? 1,924 likes. 113 reblogs. out of those 113 reblogs, 81 of them are empty. one of my headcanons currently has 1,110 notes. 1,069 likes. 41 reblogs. 28 of those 41 reblog are empty. why is it so hard to reblog things and give feedback? “oh but it won’t fit my blog theme!” if you’re so fucking concerned about what your precious tumblr blog looks like, then send an ask. they’re just as appreciated. “i don’t know what to say tho!” we’re not asking you to be shakespeare. if you’re really that no thoughts head empty just put a keyboard smash, if nothing else. “but i’m shy and embarrassed!” the anonymous option is there for a reason, and most writers have it turned on. being shy when you have the option of keeping your identity a secret is no excuse. and yes, i’m aware that some writers don’t have the anon option on, which brings me to my final point. stop. demanding. if a writer has requests open, be a decent human being and use your manners. going into their inbox and saying “____’s reaction of this.” is no way to request something. saying please, thank you, or even “hey, could you do a reaction of _____?” is a thousand times better than just telling them what you want them to write. writers spend hours of their time and energy to write things for you to read, and leaving an empty like is meaningless to them. if your liked a writer’s works, reblog them and maybe add some nice fucking tags while you’re at or send an ask to them about it. because sooner or later, after so many likes and barely any interaction, more and more writers are going to leave. stop making them desperate for any spare crumb of interaction and start leaving feedback if you love these writers so much. songbirdsingingthings This is so important!! It absolutely makes my day when I see reblogs with tags AND/OR comments that offer constructive criticism, feedback, or just reactions to the work - it motivates me, and other writers, so much!🥹💗💕 Bunu uygulamada gör. Daha fazla sonuç göster