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Afters years of reading, I’ve decided to take a try at writing!

18 • autistic • Norwegian

Fanfics will be written in English, but can be requested in English, Norwegian or German!

Fandoms and characters I write for and what I will and won’t write under the cut

Any fanfic will be gender neutral reader except unless otherwise specified (Except any with a canon preference)

What I will write

★Fluff

★Angst

★Hurt/comfort

★character x reader

★Slightly suggestive (e.g. makeouts etc.) (bare in mind I sit in my room and write fanfiction so I don't exactly have any field experience)

What I won’t write

★Explicit NSFW/smut

★Character x character

★incest

Please let me know if there are any unclearities

Characters I currently write for

Dead Poets Society

★Neil Perry

★Charlie Dalton

★Todd Anderson

★Stephen Meeks

★Gerard Pitts

★Knox Overstreet

★Richard Cameron

Les Misérables

★Enjolras

★Marius Pontmercy

★Joly

★Grantaire

★Courfeyrac

★Éponine Thénardier

★Cosette (Euphrasie)

Criminal Minds

★Spencer Reid

★Penelope Garcia

★Emily Prentiss

Stranger Things

★Eddie Munson

★Steve Harrington

★Robin Buckley

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Small update

So sorry for the 5 month unannounced hiatus, without going too much in depth I had something happen to someone really close and I had to readjust to life and school before I could find the motivation to write.

Currently I have two fics in the works, one for Steve Harrington and one for Spencer Reid, hoping to have Steve out relatively soon, not sure about when the Reid one will be out since its turning out to be longer than I originally planned.

Stay safe and take care of each other<3

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Tree time

Main masterlist • Criminal Minds masterlist • Christmas 2025

Pairing: Spencer Reid / BAU!reader

Wc: 371

Contains: ambiguous relationship (but reader and Spencer live together), tiny christmas trees, yapping about tree-traditions throughout history, author’s interest in Rome makes a huge appearance

A/N: Merry Christmas to those celebrating and happy holidays! Can be read as part 2 to day 8 or as a standalone. Source for Reids facts can be found here.

You were finally home after a case that lasted way too long, basking in the comfort of the familiar walls, you navigated through unopened boxes of christmas decoration that you'd never have to open. You'd debated if it was even worth puttimg up any decorations so close to the date, but had to quickly scratch the plan as some of your friends ever so kindly invited themselves over. Staring longingly at your bed, you called Spencer, asking him to stop by and get a tree on his way back from Quantico. If there were any trees left.

Spencer delivered. Not a huge one, far from it actually. A small and dainty tree that went up to your knee when it was standing, but a tree nonetheless.

The two of you mounted it on a corner table next to the couch before opening the box with 'Christmas Ornaments' written with marker on it.

"Did you know that Germany was the country that made having candelit christmas trees popular? And it wasn't until the 1800s the tradition made its way over to the US" He says as he looks through the box, looking for any particular baulbs that fit his liking. "Interesting" you hum, trying to wrestle out a way to hang your average-tree-lengthed tinsel on this very-less-than-average-tree.

"However the use of evergreen trees for holidays surrounding winter solstice can be seen all the way back to both Ancient Egypt and Rome." he says, holding a small collection of sparkly christmas ornaments. "So you're saying Julius Caesar had a tree in his house?" You look up at him.

"Potentially. The early Romans in particular would mark solstice as a day to celebrate that their farms and orchards would bear fruit again, having a huge feast for the God of agriculture, Saturn. In spirit of this they also decorated their homes and temples with evergreen branches."

You toss the tinsel back in the box, "that's it. we're doing a Roman tree. Screw this German tinsel bull" You mutter, looking up at Spencer to see him holding his baubles and looking back at you with his puppy dog eyes, not so subtly showing off his haul.

"Ok, Roman tree with baubles. But no tinsel."

Hangarunder18 - 2025

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Hot chocolate gossip session

Main masterlist • stranger things masterlist • christmas 2025

Pairing: Eddie Munson / Reader

Wc: 288

Contains: spoiler free!, ambiguous relationship, Second submission was taken from this Reddit post

A/N: if you remember this orignally being titled hot chocolate you’d be correct. However it accidentally got a little bit sidelined whilst writing sorry about that

Eddie lays sprailed out on the couch, one arm draped over your shoulder, currently way more interested in reading what was written on the pages in the magazine in front of you rather than reading in his own, laying abandonded on his stomach, and the other holding a half-drunken cup of hot chocolate resting ontop of the latter magazine. You sat on the floor next to his head, flipping through various gossip columns, slowly nursing your own mug. A record playing from Eddie's room, neither of you bothering to unplug and move it out to the living space.

You go to flip the page, but get stopped by Eddie's hand. You look up at him confused. "'M not done." He mumbles. "I thought you weren't interested in these magazines?" You raise an eyebrow. "Well its not my fault that Girl, 21 is pregnant with her best friend's boyfriend's baby."

"You should've seen this other one then." You flip back a couple of pages, stopping at a particularly long one. Eddie read under his breath, "The entire family gathered for an early christmas dinner together last weekend. Whilst we were eating my eldest sister got into a disagreement with my brother and said 'Shut up, Im not arguing with a 22 year old virgin' I responded by saying she slept with over 100 guys in college. Turns out her husband didn't know this information, whos pretty upset."

"Holy shit" Eddie looks up from the paper and over to you. "Would you ever tell me if you did that?" You sip your hot chocolate.

"Like, in the future?" He asks, you nod. "With multiple other people?" You nod again.

"Baby, you'd be joining in on those, the more the merrier."

Hangarunder18 - 2025

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Ugly Sweaters

Main Masterlist • Stranger Things Masterlist • Christmas 2025

Pairing: Steve Harrington / Reader

Wc: 380

Contains: spoiler free!, established relationship, references to day 6

The TV played idly in the background, some show that was already airing before the TV was turned on. You sat curled up against the armrest of the couch in Steve's living room, waiting for him to return home. "I'll be there like five minutes after you, don't worry, the house will be empty." he'd say as he handed you the keys to his place in the morning before the two of you headed off to your respective jobs.

The sound of your name being called out pulled you out of your thoughts. "Here" Steve poking his head into the living room at the sound of your reply, careful not to show anything below the chin. You furrow your brows, turning the volume on the TV down, "You cozy over there?" he gives you a poorly concieved smile, "So I got us something." He starts, trailing off. "What did you get?" You press.

Steve moves his hand out to reveal a bag, revealing a bit of his sleeve in the process. A sleeve that wasn't from the same shirt he wore in the morning, this one was green, and not just any green, the particular gaudy shade you'd spotted on a christmas sweater in one of the booths at the local winter market you and Steve had gone to together. "Is that?" You get up from your spot on the couch, his grin confirming it, "I don't know what you're talking about honey, I just got you something to help keep you warm in the winter."

Coming around the corner, you see what can only be described as your worst nightmare, the infamous green sweater in all its glory, the familiar three dimensional snowballs on it. You take the bag from him, "Please don't tell me there is an equally gaudy sweater in that bag for me."

"Alright, I won't tell you that then."

"…There is one, isn't there?"

"Just open it!"

Inside laid what you feared the most (or, second most behind the other sweater), it was similar to Steve's in design, except where his was green, yours was red. Slightly less hideous. Steve must've seen your expression, as he let out a huff of a laugh before pulling something even more atrocious out of his pocket.

attachable bells.

Hangarunder18 - 2025

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Polaroid

Main masterlist • Stranger Things Masterlist • Christmas 2025

Pairing: Robin Buckley / fem!reader

Wc: 450

Contains: spoiler free!, no mentions of Y/N, Established relationship, Steve mentioned

A/N: kinda dookie ending but I'm a little behind on these so don't mind that

"My parents are out for the rest of the week, if you want to come over. We could make gingerbread?"

The invitation from Robin was all you needed, gathering only what was absolutely neccessary and rushing out the door and down the street towards her house. Though in hinsight it probably wasn't that smart to leave the two of you unsupervised with various baking supplies. Actually scratch that, it was obvious from the start that it wasn't, anyone could've told you that, Steve would definitly tell you that.

That's whats lead the two of you to your current predicament. While you managed to make the gingerbread cookies and put them in the oven to bake, you also managed to cover the majority of every surface in the small kitchen in various baking supplies and ingredients.

Robin sneezed at the flour, sending more of it falling down from her hair, "We are not doing this next year." She declares. You grin, leaning on the counter in between you, "Aw, really? I feel this was a pretty great success." Robin gives you an unimpressed look, wiping flour off the counter and onto the floor before leaning forwards, resting her face in her hand, looking almost ethereal in the light with the dancing flour specs. "Don't move." You say, boosting yourself off the counter and speedwalking to your bag, grabbing your camera.

Before Robin had time to react, you took the first photo. "Hey!" She moves towards you, trying to snatch the polaroid, failing as you swiftly move backwards, "nice try." You offer her the photo, letting her shake it, before turning the camera towards the two of you, holding her by the jaw as you give her a soft kiss on her cheek. A lipmark was left on her cheek, a faint spot missing its flour. Brushing your fingers over your own lips, you felt loose flour fall off them.

The picture slowly but surely came to. You were only halfways into frame, Robin taking up most of it, a big grin was on her scrunched up face showing off her teeth, her lashes blocking the small opening left between her eyes as she squinted towards the camera.

Sliding the photo into your pocket, you feel Robin's head lean on your shoulder, "this is going to be one hell of a cleanup job." You couldn't help but agree, letting out an affirming "hm" as you leaned your own head against her's. "Dibs on doing the counters" She says, lifting her head and spinning on her heel back towards the kitchen. "You're just going to sweep everything down on the floor!" You point out, earning only a smalls hum of awknowledgement from her.

Hangarunder18 - 2025

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Snow Angels

Main masterlist • cm masterlist • christmas 2025

pairing: Spencer Reid / gn!BAU!reader

wc: 411

contains: No mentions of Y/N, established relationship, Reid has not made snow angels before, whole lot of snow

The christmas couldn't get more anticlimactic than it had now: the BAU ended up getting called out to a case to a middle-of-nowhere town in the middle of December and effectively halting every christmas preparation started, then even after the case was solved, it was way too much snow to safely make it out of the town, and you had to wait for the roads to get plowed and no one in town were in any particular rush to do so, scheduling it to come closer to the weekend (no rush, right? not like there are people with lives to get back to).

The one upside with it was that you were stuck sharing a cabin with Spencer, huddling together for warmth each night, and sitting in front of the fire, sporting a mug of hot beverage each.

Another downside to being stuck in a cabin for the better part of the day for the last four without anything to do, is the growing restlessness filling your bones, forcing Spencer to dance to the radio with you only works for a certain amount of time.

Which has led the two of you out here, in the forest, surrounded by pine and snow as far as you could see. Reaching a slight clearing in the thick wood you looked at Spencer, "You know what we should do?" Although majority of his face was covered by either a scarf or a hat, you could almost see his furrowed his brows, "What?" "Make snow angels!" You grin. "Waving our limbs in the snow?" He spoke with uncertainty.

"You say it as if you haven't done it before." You comment. "It's not like it snows a lot in Vegas." He shrugs. "Then we definetly have to!" You declare, flopping in the snow and waving him down to you with an almost childlike glee. He followed suit, albeit with more caution in his step. You roll over, moving closer to Spencer. "Won't our angels touch now?" He asked. "That's the plan. Trust me." You grin, earning an "Alright" from him.

You got up first, helping him out of his angel without ruining it too much. "They're holding hands!" You smile. "They are" he nods, sliding his mitten-wrapped hand into yours, "And so are we." "So are we." You nod, using your free hand to lift down his scarf, planting a soft kiss on his cheek. Maybe this impromptu winter adventure wasn't all that bad after all.

Hangarunder18 - 2025

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Cold

Main masterlist • stranger things masterlist • christmas 2025

Pairing: Eddie Munson / reader

Wc: 444

Contains: spoiler free!, established relationship, questionable choices of jackets from reader, no usage of Y/N

A/N: Kind of forgot its not usual to walk everywhere in the US. Just imagine the distance between the trailer park and the town is way shorter or that a new mystical store has just opened along the road :-)

The cold of the Hawkins winter engulfed you as you walked down the street, cold winds constantly blowing through you. Your boyfriend however, has (for once) dressed appropriately for the weather, sporting an Iron Maiden bomber jacket that you'd gotten him for his birthday, proudly parading it as the two of you walked down the street to the corner store.

The feeling of something being placed on your shoulders made you change your focus away from the cold. The warmth of the jacket was welcoming, making you instictively pull it tighter around you at the collar. Turning your head towards Eddie, you raise an eyebrow. A black band-sweater, not as thin as the hellfire shirt, but nowhere near the thickness that should be worn in these temperatures. He grinned at your questioning expression, "Gotta keep my pretty thing warm." He stated, ensuring he'd be perfectly fine, that he'd thrive. Who said chivalry is dead?

He was wrong, of course, his teeth obviously chattering as the two of you entered the store, yet refusing to take his jacket back, brushing it off whenever you tried to hand it to him, "There's heating in the store, I'm good." He'd wink, moving on through the store without you, effectively getting away from the subject.

Walking back, you finally have had enough of it, shifting your hold on the bag you sigh, "This is silly, take your jacket back." You start to shrug off the jacket, only to be met with Eddie's firm hands on your shoulders, holding it on you, "No, no, Sweetheart, we're basically home." You frown, this is a sick Eddie waiting to happen: something you can not be bothered to deal with during the holidays. "Fine." You mutter, feigning surrender. Eddie grins, a big toothy victorious smile. Sucker.

The moment Eddie's attention is elsewhere, you slide the jacket off, shoving it into his chest, earning a small 'oof' from him before you start booking it down the street. You hear him call out after you accompanied by the sound of rapidly approaching footsteps. If only your PE teacher had seen you now.

Somehow, you managed to outrun the human torpedo known as Eddie Munson, only getting caught up to as you turned the road towards the trailer. "Menace." He grumbles as he holds you firmly form behind, the grocery bag falling out of your hands as his fingers tickle your sides. "Stubborn mule." You manage out in between laughs. He laughs with you, giving you a kiss on the cheek before freeing you from his grasp, opting to sliding his hand into your back pocket as you retreated towards the warmth of the trailer.

Hangarunder18 - 2025

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Winter Market

Main masterlist • Stranger things masterlist • christmas 2025

Pairing: Steve Harrington / reader

Wc: 355

Contains: spoiler free!, established relationship, no usage of Y/N, christmas markets, Steve gets unofficially crowned queen

A/N: if christmas markets have no fans then I am dead

Twinkling lights danced between the tops of the booths, lighting up the small part of the world just enough to forget you were in Hawkins on a dark winter afternoon instead of anywhere else on the planet. Steve walked beside you, his hand intertwined with yours as the two of you slowly made your way down the stalls set out in the middle of town.

He stopped in front of an array of variously shaped chocolate figures. The owner of the booth, an older woman that lived down the street from you, talked enthusiastically to another woman (who did not seem to be quite as enthusiastic about being on the recieving end of the talk) about how she used melted chocolate and gingerbread shapes as molds.

"These are cute" you note, earning a hum from Steve. The lady went on to talk about how her three year old grandson helped her make, earning a grimace from Steve. "What?" You raise an eyebrow. "Her three year old helped make these." He states as if its the most obvious thing in the world. "So?" "So? There's probably remnants of him in here. Children are not clean." He remarks, leading you away before the lady could get a word in.

"I thought you said children were cute." You question. "Two things can be true at the same time, babe, we are not touching any of them. These however" he moves his hand over a gaudy knitted sweater, "These are cute." "We are not getting ugly christmas sweaters." You say. "But look at the penguin." He lifts up the shirt, frowning at you. "Look at the 3D snowballs sewn on." You counter, flicking one.

"You're no fun." He pouts, slipping his hand back into your hold. "I'm no fun? You didn't want any chocolate." you nudge his shoulder. "Chocolate coated boogers." he corrects. "Chocolate covered drama queen." You mutter. "A queen who cares for the health of his lover… wait- king." He corrects himself. "Too late. Queen Steve."

Hangarunder18 - 2025

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Skates

Main masterlist • Stranger things masterlist • christmas 2025

Pairing: Robin Buckley / fem!reader

Wc: 472

Contains: spoiler free!, no use of Y/N, established relationship, reader can’t skate, one joke with slight sexual innuendo but its accidentally also phrased as a threat, a wee little kiss at the end

A/N: I can’t skate for the life of me so out of every prompt I could’ve done this probably wasn’t the best one😭😭

The sun had started to set a long time ago before you and Robin had dared leave the hideaway the forest created and found yourselves at the icy lake. The last group of teens had just left the area, and your girlfriend was more than exited to show off in front of you.

"I'm nowhere near a mastermind, but it I'd definetly say I'm better than the average joe you'd find anywhere in Hawkins." She grinned as she fastened her skates. "I think I've done this like— three times." You admit, mimicking her movements to tighten your own skates.

She steps onto the ice with a confidence that rarely shines as bright as now, taking a small round before coming to a smooth halt at the edge where the ice met the snow, offering her hand out to you, "ma chérie." You accept it, giving her a curt"mademoiselle" before feeling the grip give way as you met the ice, clutching onto a laughing Robin. "It's not nice to laugh at people in distress, Rob." You mutter. "You're not in distress." She tries moving her arms down, but your grip tightens, "don't you even dare."

Her back slightly hunched, she meets your gaze through her lashes, leaning her head closer to you, before faking out of a kiss by skating backwards, bringing you along helplessly as you clutch onto her arms, "Robin! Stop!" She flashes you her pearly whites, letting out a hoarse laugh, "Let go then." "No!"

Robin adjusts her position, slowing down and stopping, turning to you. "See? No distress" "You better look up in a dictionary what 'distress' means" You scowl, letting out a panicked yelp as Robin gently pushed you, gliding backwards on the ice.

After what felt like hours (which in reality were likely 5 minutes tops), Robin decided you were ready for her speed course on 'how- to-skate'. "Its fairly easy actually, just make a v-shape with your feet and glide. Soft knees to stabilize yourself and youre good." She says, demonstrating and stopping a bit ahead of you, "Skate over!"

"You gotta have soft knees, babe" She calls out, watching you slowly, clunkily making your way over to her, "I'll show you soft knees." You narrow your eyes at her. She gives her eyebrows a raise. "Is that a threat or a promise?"

Once you reach Robin, you grab onto her coat jacket, "How do you do this so well?" She smiles, resting her arms on your shoulders, "Finesse, natural skill, beauty-" you cut her off, "I don't think beauty has anything to do with ice skating." Her forehead naturally finds its resting place against yours,"Really? How much do you wanna bet?" She leans in closer, closing the small gap between you too.

"Come on, I still need to show you how to turn."

Hangarunder18 - 2025

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Cold outside

Main masterlist • Les Misérables masterlist • christmas 2025

Pairing: Enjolras / reader

Wc: 428

Contains: no usage of Y/N, Reader has questionable tastes in coat thickness, reader does not reply appropately for the time

A/N: Is there still a fandom for this?? Written with the Joseph Quinn Enjolras in mind but also goes with Aaron Tveit’s version. Ignore this coming out a day late I forgot to click post

The cold nips at your arms through sleeves of your outfit, your coat doing little to shield you from it. It hadn't been so cold when you went to the Musain, so how on earth could the temperature change so drastically in just a couple of hours? The man to your right however, was not freezing at all, and you'd be damned if he figured it out.

Enjolras had raised an eyebrow when you were ready to head to the Musain early in the evening, commenting on the thickness of it. You, happy with how it went with your outfit, brushed it off and went on with your day. And you'd be damned if you let him know he was right.

"You're shivering" he notes. "No I'm not." You reply curtly. "I told you to put on a warmer coat." He muses. "And I told you I'm not shivering." He huffs out a laugh at that, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and pulling you closer, rubbing your arm, "You're adamant, I'll give you that"

A comfortable silence fell between the two of you as you leaned into Enjolras, stealing as much warmth as you could whilst trying (and failing) to stay low-key about it, the sound of your feet in the freshly fallen snow bekng the only sound. Normally you'd hear the yell of the drunkards or the calls of the prostitutes, but now, tonight, it was as if the whole of Paris was asleep, tucked in with a thin cotton blanket.

Enjolras held the door open for you as the two of you made it back to the place you called home. He wasted no time going over to the fireplace to light a fire. The temperature barely different from the one outside, only a residue of warmth left from the fire lit before the pair of you left for the café.

Lighting a candle, you sit down next to Enjolras on the floor. He meets your gaze, shrugging off his coat and offering it to you. Your brows furrow, "You'll get cold." "You are cold." His fingers ghost over the brass of the candleholder, gently seizing it from your hold. "The fire will heat up soon, it's not long until any coat will be necessary."

You rest your head on his shoulder, watching the flame eat away at the wood, growing slowly but surely in size. Enjolras was right, soon the fire would warm up your home, and whilst it's still cold outside, inside would be a warm haven for just the two of you.

Hangarunder18 - 2025

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Mistletoe

Main masterlist • Stranger things masterlist • christmas 2025

Pairing: Eddie Munson/reader

Wc: 428

Contains: spoiler free!, No mention of Y/N, established relationship, Eddie outsourcing his work to you, Eddie pulling the mistletoe out Sims 4 style

You could hear him before you could see him. Eddie 'the freak' Munson loosing a fight to christmas lights with a string of cusses as long as the cables coiled around his arms. He'd called you, lamenting the horrors of being put in charge to decorate the trailer for christmas alone before his uncle came back from work. With your hands deeply buried in your pockets, you step up next to him, "Need help with that big guy?" "Shit won't stay put." he tries (and fails) to free himself from the binds. "Stand still" You command, taking a hold of his arms, working the knotty mess off him, "How did you even manage this?" "I'm telling you, they've got it out for me, sweetheart."

"Mhm" You slide the christmas lights off his arms. "Uncle Wayne can hang up these himself, he's the one who wanted them anyways." Eddie grumbles. "I'll hang 'em up for you, Eds." You say, ravelling up the lights. "This is why I love you, Baby" He placed a wet dramatic kiss on your cheek, earning a "gross" and a slap to the chest before he went inside with a promise to pack out all the christmas boxes.

As he was rummaging, Eddie pulled out a floppy and slightly broken mistletoe. It was no telling how long it'd be down in that box. Jackpot! He could picture it now, you two under the mistletoe, him wrapping his arm around your back, bending you backwards with a moviescene kiss. It was decided: it had to be up. The question of where, however, was harder. It had to be a spot you'd both manage to be under, but not somewhere he'd accidentally end up with Wayne.

The front door opening brought Eddie out of his line of thought. "The lights are officially on outside." You watch Eddie scurry to move something that was in front of him to behind his back, "Can't thank you enough, babe" He trots over, still adamant on having his arm tucked safely behind his back.

"What do you have there?" You question, moving to take a peak. "No peeking" Eddie scolds, "Hey, did you know we're right under the mistletoe?" He wiggles his eyebrows. You furrow your brows and look up, seeing Eddie's hand dart up to hold the bushcutting above the two of you. You snort, before cupping his face and landing an exaggerated "mwah" as you kiss him, letting go with a satisfying pop.

He grinned at you through half lidded eyes, "I gotta carry this one around more often."

Hangarunder18 - 2025

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Winter Morning

Main masterlist • Stranger things masterlist • christmas 2025

Pairing: Robin Buckley / fem!reader

Wc: 351 words

Contains: spoiler free! No mention of Y/N, established relationship, mentions of chests (not the storage kind), kissing (collarbone -> jaw)

A/N: wrote this whilst in the same predicament (minus the pretty woman sharing the bed with me😔)

You woke to the cold prickling at your nose, regretting not shutting the window open before you fell asleep. Hiding your nose into the warm nook of the neck of your sleeping girlfriend, causing her to tense up "Shit." she mutters, tensing up at the cold. Robin holds your nose, warming it up in her hold (and also shielding herself from the freezing missile). "Morning" you grin. "What time is it?" She says, closing her eyes. "Don't know."

You prop yourself up missing the warmth of the duvet already, Robin's hand leaving your nose and going limp against the mattres. Squinting, you pick up the clock on her bedside, "Too early." you flop back down and tuck yourself into the pocket of warm space you two had created during the night.

"Very detailed." Robin mused. "Closer to an hour until either of us have to get up." You elaborated. Her arm finding it's resting place on your waist as she scooted closer to you. "Good." She hummed, "Its too cold to get up." "My bad." Your apology held no real remorse behind it. Robin groaned, leaning her forehead against your chest.

This time it was your turn to tense up at the cold, "Robin!" You hiss, trying to back up and push her off you, but her arm held you back as she laughed hoarsely, the whole affair turning into an underwhelming wrestling match under the covers. Conceeding, since Robin's face wasn't all that cold anymore, you kiss the top of her head, as it was the only thing peeking out above the covers.

She returned the favour, kissing your collarbone and up your neck, ending with a strained peck at your jaw before she couldn't reach any further without moving from her spot. She nuzzled back into the crook of your neck, sighing contently.

It didn't take long to hear her breathing even out, back into the sandman's domain, and it didn't take long for you to join her either, enjoying the last bit of sleep before the hum of the everyday life would inevitably awake the both of you.

Hangarunder18 - 2025

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Mismatching socks

Main masterlist • cm masterlist • christmas 2025

Pairing: Spencer Reid / BAU!Reader

Wc: 644 words

Contains: no use of Y/N, ambiguous relationship with Reid, author’s love for christmas markets makes an appearance (and it will keep doing so as the event progresses)

A/N: I don’t know how culturally relevant winter markets are in the US, but it certaintly is where I live so we’re gonna pretend it holds the same fruit across the sea.

Christmas music played in various quality from a concert hosted by the nearby highschool as you browsed the various booths scattered about in the square, looking for anything that could pass as a christmas gift. Pairs of colourful wool socks laid out caught your eye, some simple, some more intricate in their designs, it made you think back to Spencer.

A comment from him about how Quantico was freezing during the winter, as he warmed himself on freshly brewed coffee. He'd never had a noteworthy lack of jackets or sweaters, socks on the other hand, thick socks, thick wool socks that really warm your feet were harder to come by in his apartment.

Examining the pairs of socks, you bit the innerside of your lip to conceal a frown from the owner of the booth. All the pairs were identical. Intricate skill used to hand knit the wool, and none of them were mismatching. Sure, Spencer would say he's happy for the gift, but he wouldn't have a matching unmatching sock, the material would be different from any of his other socks, he'd never wear them. It got you thinking, it couldn't hurt for a pair yourself, couldn't it? Picking out two pairs with colours you liked, you smiled to the old woman who bagged your purchase before turning to a younger couple browsing the items.

At home, you unpaired the socks, taking one from each sock-pair and placing them on wrapping paper, wrapping it together with the best of your abilities. Slipping the gift into your bag, you prepared for the morning.

The next day you arrived first, with the exception of Hotchner already sitting in his office, but you could easily be convinced he never leaves the office at all without a case, so he doesn't really count. He sat hunched over some paperwork through the blinds, giving you a small nod of aknowledgement as caught your entrance. Sliding into your chair, you fell into a similar pose working on your own pile, waiting until the elevator opened and revealed your favorite coworker.

Spencer plopped down at his desk across from yours, giving you a smile and a hoarse "hi". "Hi" You greeted, sliding the wrapped gift over the table. He furrowed his brows, opening his lips ever so slightly. "It's a gift." You say matter-of-factly. Spencer swallows thickly, trying to piece together the occasion, "A christmas gift? I haven't found one for you yet-" "No, just a gift. A wintery gift?" You lean on your desk. "Can I open it?" He turns on the gift, squeezing it slightly as if to figure out whats on the inside. "I was hoping you would."

Spencer opened the wrapping meticulously, looking at the two socks. "Wool socks?" His eyes met yours, filled with something you couldn't exactly place, shit, should you have given him both pairs of socks? Why didn't you give him both pairs? Who gives a person two half pairs of socks? "Yeah, you mentioned you were cold in the office earlier and lacked warm socks so I … got you some?" Words hadn't been so hard to say to Spencer before, like a blockage coming along in a pipe, only trickling through small droplets of water.

"Thank you." He gave you a smile. You smiled back, "you're very welcome." The words came out easily, the hold on your throat loosening. Reid tucked the socks together before taking a small breath, "Where's the remainder socks?" He furrowed his brows, carrying across a tone of curiosity rather than judgement. You grin, moving your leg out to the side, revealing a brightly coloured wool sock underneath, "We're matching!" Spencer's face lit up, matching your enthusiasm.

"This is great, thank you." He said again, rubbing his thumb over the fabric. "Anytime." You smile, unaware of the small gathering of people around Prentiss' desk watching the event.

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Christmas 2025⛄️

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Christmas fics 2025

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I’ve planned 12 fics that will come out throughout december and ending on christmas! (Christmas eve)

Characters + dates under the cut!

2nd - Spencer Reid • Mix-matching socks

4rth - Robin Buckley • Winter Morning

6th - Eddie Munson • Mistletoe

8th - Enjolras • Cold outside

10th - Robin Buckley • Skates

12th - Steve Harrington • Winter Market

14th - Eddie Munson • Cold

16th - Spencer Reid • Snow angels

18th - Robin Buckley • Polaroid

20th - Steve Harrington • Ugly Sweaters

22nd - Eddie Munson • Hot Chocolate gossip session

24rth - Spencer Reid • Tree Time

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Hello! I just found your account:) I was wondering if you could write a Steve Harrington x autistic! Reader? Specifically one where the reader is very blunt and kinda morbid at times, (possibly goth because Steve Harrington x goth reader supremacy.)

Anti-mortuary cosmetologist

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Pairing: Steve Harrington/autistic!(implied)goth!reader

wc: 415 words

Cw: slightly overstimulated reader, mentions of death, mentions of digging up a grave

A/N: did I take forever to write this? Yes. Should I have chosen a different scenario than one revolving the removing of something I know nothing of? Probably. Is it removed in the correct fashion? Hopefully, idk I was vague on it on purpose. Autism is a spectrum so I ended up basing it more on my experiences than anything else so I hope its not too far off what you had in mind😭

The silence that fills Steve's room as you waited for him to finish his shower was a comfortable contrast to the chatter that had filled the basement of your friend's house earlier that night. You'd stayed longer than usual, caught up in the moment, which definetly came around to bite you now, your social battery as good as dead as you flopped onto Steve's bed, your dayclothes long gone and lost to the floor, replaced by clothes from Steve's closet.

You lost time of how long you laid there, mind snapping back to reality only at the sound of Steve entering the room, hair damp, stray droplets dripping onto the towel around his neck. "You look like a corpse." He notes, tossing his towel onto you. "I feel like a corpse." You mutter, ignoring the towel that chose your face as its resting place, he perks his eyebrow up at that.

He lifts the towel off your face, "Tired?" He questions as he tosses the towel into a corner. You let out a noise of aknowledgement. "Gotta get your makeup off before you knock yourself out" he beckons, trying (and failing) to get you into a sitting position.

You feel the weight of the bed change as he gets up, yet not bothering to open your eyes as you hear him opening and close drawers. Only when the bed sinks down at his return, do you open them, in his hand he holds cotton pads and makeup remover.

He dunks a cotton pad, placing the bottle on his nightstand before starting to remove your makeup, a comforting silence falling between you two.

"You're like an anti-mortuary cosmetologist." You state as he works. Steve furrows his brows, "what?" "You know." "I don't know." he says, raising his eyebrow. "Mortuary cosmetologists put makeup on corpses." He was clearly not impressed with the level of elaboration, "yes?" "They put makeup on corpses and you sneak into the grave after the funeral to remove the makeup." You pressed out, speeding up as the sentenced progressed and your eyes trailed elsewhere.

«So I dug you out of a grave?» Steve stopped his movements, causing you to lock your vision back onto Steve, letting out a small hum, denying Steve the satisfaction of any more elaboration as he continued his work in removing your makeup. «You have such a way with words.» he muses before the two of you fall back into the familiar silence and letting the events of the day come to a close

Hangarunder18 - 2025