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Hi! I'm Keira and I'm a writer :) if you want to know who I write for, check my rules for requesting. I go by she/her pronouns and that's primarily the pronouns I use in my fics.
My interests include but are not limited to Stardew Valley (Harvey my love ♡) romance novels (current rec: The Spellshop by Sarah Beth Durst) and painting!
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I just wanted to clarify a few things about my movie night event because I fear I made it a little complicated 😅
to send in a request , just let me know what type of film you'll be seeing and then pick up to three things from the concessions stand (only one from each please ♡)
Just to be clear, the specifications come from the concessions stand, so requesting just a film will give me free will 😊
an ask is going to look something like this
I'd like to see a special screening with Spencer and I'll order a pepperoni pizza with prompt #3 and a water!
let me know if you have any questions I didn't answer!
♡ summary: Dustin is quickly getting rather irritated with his sister's new admirer
wc: 292
My contribution to the January Jumble Scribbles! - Jan 28 “I actually watch her back and not her backside.”
Eddie was still trapped in exile. He’d been relying solely on you and his young curly haired friend, AKA, your younger brother Dustin, to bring him food, water, and entertainment. Who would've thought that the weight of his sanity would rest on the shoulders of the Hendersons? You visited often while the others worked out a way to prove his innocence, keeping him company at Reefer Rick's remote cabin. Every time, without fail, the minute you left the cabin, Eddie was counting down the seconds until you came back.
Currently, you, Dustin, and Eddie were walking through the woods behind the cabin. After way too much of his groaning and a pretty convincing pair of puppy dog eyes, you relented to take him out on a short walk, you a few feet ahead to keep watch. It was getting dark out anyway, so you weren't too worried about getting caught.
Dustin walked with Eddie behind you, intensely aware of the way his older friend's gaze lingered on you. More specifically, the part of you that looked oh-so-good in those jeans.
"Are you even listening?" Dustin asked, interrupting his own rant about the latest campaign.
"Huh? Yeah, yeah man, I'm listening." Eddie barely spared a glance away from you. Dustin scoffed, about to continue his rant when he spotted something ahead of you.
"Hey, watch out!" He lurched forward, yanking you back just before you could step into the hidden bear trap in front of you. Eddie peeked around your other shoulder to see what all the fuss was about.
"Hey, nice catch, Henderson. How'd you even see that thing?"
"Because I actually watch her back and not her backside." He sent a glare at Eddie, who replied with only a sheepish glance.
guess who just saw Fantastic Four!!!!! Here are my thoughts:
Reed? More like Reid cuz why is that man just Dr. Spencer Reid if he was stretchy and married? Like, who let me watch another thing with a hot brainiac who stops bad guys.
anyway I'm absolutely obsessed with Herbie, HE' SO CUTIEEEEE! I need my own litte Herbie, but maybe like a tiny one to just roam around my desk.
Okay, being serious now, I did actually really like the movie. the plot was cool, and the silver woman (I don't remember her name, did they even give her one?) was absolutely iconic.
quick update on this: I've probably watched this movie maybe 10 more times since I posted this and I am so obsessed with Joseph Quinn's portrayal of Johnny Storm that I have started writing multiple fics about him (stay tuned)
My rating has changed to a 10/10 and my requests for Johnny are now open!
jk, I don't know how long I'll be writing again for, hopefully this'll help me find my motivation, but I'm sorry for being gone so long, I haven't had a lot of time to write with work and school and all that 🫣
and to everyone who has requested something while I've been gone, I have seen them and I will get to them all eventually! :)
anyway here's a lil blurb about chronically offline spencer and his chronically online girlfriend because I've been thinking about this as of late while I bed-rot 🤭
spencer reid x chronically online!girlfriend
warnings: brainrot terms used, explaining brainrot to spencer, may be a bit cringy 🫣
wc: 0.7k
You laid in bed on top of the covers as you do after every long shift at work (which is about ninety percent of them), the sounds of Spencer in the shower providing white noise for your doom-scrolling. You don't know what it was about tik tok that pulled you in. It's not like you really enjoyed most of the videos it fed you anyway.
Spencer has told you in the past how the constant stream of notifications, content, and social validation trigger small dopamine releases in our brains, creating a powerful reward loop that makes us constantly crave more which is why we're so addicted to our phones. But what did he know? The man still had a flip phone.
You heard the shower turn off, the steady pound of droplets hitting the floor easing to a halt. Spencer hums softly as he dries and dresses himself, a faintly familiar song you're sure he's hummed to you before, late at night when neither of you can sleep.
The door opens as your thumb swipes up, almost an unconscious routine movement by now.
"What are you watching?" Spencer asks innocently, shaking his hair dry with the towel as he stands at the foot of the bed. Him in his fleece pajamas and faded t-shirt with wet hair, curling slightly at his chin, would normally distract you, but you'd just stumbled upon a 'get ready with me' rant in which the woman spoke at the perfect speed for your brain. It almost reminded you of Spencer in a way, when he'd get sucked into a ramble, his words speeding up with excitement.
You barely remembered to answer his question. "TikTok." A soft mumble half into the pillow. Spencer chuckled and shook his head. He finished drying his hair, hanging up the towel in the bathroom, before climbing into bed behind you. His chin hooks over your shoulder, arm winding around your waist.
"Get ready with me to hang out with fine shyt-"
"What does that mean?" Spencer murmurs, eyebrows furrowing at the strange video playing on your phone.
"Fine shyt? It's like calling someone attractive kinda." You explained, quickly scrolling past the tik tok as Spencer hummed noncommittally.
After passing by a few clips, barely hearing a second of the audio before you scrolled, you paused on another one. It was a video of a cat with the sound of a man saying 'my shayla' over it. Watching cat videos online always made you feel like an old millennial woman.
"Who's Shayla? Is that cat Shayla?"
"No, it's- that's just the audio. It's not the original sound." You could practically feel the confusion radiating off of Spencer. "It's a trend." You said, as if that would make him understand.
The next video just confused him even more.
"How old are you? I'm four! You are the youngest person ever-"
You giggled, that audio never failing to make you laugh.
"I don't get it. Why did he say that?"
"I don't know, Spence, it's just funny. You don't have to understand it to laugh at it." You said through chuckles.
"I don't know how you watch this stuff." He grumbled but he didn't turn away as you scrolled.
"I am the owner of the one and only twenty four karat gold labubu-"
"What is that thing?" He sounded truly bewildered, only spurring on more laughs from your lips.
"It'd be too hard to explain."
Your stomach is aching at your boyfriend's confusion to nearly every tik tok you show him, and you finally have to just turn it off.
"I don't understand! Why is this funny to you?" He's laughing now too, more so at the absurdity of the video of the shark with blue shoes and the ballerina with a cup of coffee for a head that you just showed him.
"I don't know! It just is!" You curled into his chest, your giggled stifled in his David Bowie shirt.
By Monday, Spencer finds himself saying 'what the helly' during a briefing and his face goes bright red as Penelope cackles at him.
it's officially the first day of autumn! and that means it's time for some fall themed prompts! if you'd like me to write any of these, send in a request with a character from my rules for requesting and I'll write it!
🍁 Picking Pumpkins/apples Together
🍂 Haunted hayrides
🎃 Haunted House party
🍁 Traveling through/Getting lost in a corn maze
🍂 The Jack O'Lantern Pact
🎃 “Autumn always feels like a countdown, doesn’t it?”
🍁 "I saw you at the harvest festival. With them."
🍂 "This costume was supposed to be sexy."
🎃 "Apple cider on the stove, socks mismatched, and you in my kitchen — it’s perfect."
🍁 "You always were a sweater thief."
🍂 "One more haunted house, and then we go back to pretending we’re just friends."
🎃 "I hate that everything feels like an ending."
🍁 "I love you more than this stupid flannel, and that’s saying a lot."
🍂 "You’re tracking leaves through the house again, and I swear you do it just to hear me scold you."
🎃 “Your lips are blue. Here, take my coat.”
🍁 "I think she’s been haunting the attic since last Halloween. I just… I don’t think she’s ready to move on."
🍂 "oh, come on! it's just a haunted house; it'll be fun."
🎃 "don't you just love when the leaves change colors?"
🍁 "You died on Halloween. Do you remember anything? Or... just me?"
🍂 “Do you wanna wear matching costumes for Halloween this year?”
🎃 “But Halloween is for kids!”
🍁 "You dragged me into the woods on Halloween. This better be a murder or a proposal."
🍂 "You keep bringing home pumpkins and pretending you don’t love this season."
🎃 “You carved my initials into the pumpkin?”
🍁 "you look so cute in your scarf and hat!"
🍂 “Don’t jump in the leaf pile! I spent an hour raking—”
🎃 "we could just stay in, you know... can we please stay in?"
🍁 "do you know where i put the nutmeg?"
🍂 "Every fall leaf I see makes me think of your hair in the sunlight."
♡ summary: superman finds himself in yet another battle but this time, there's more at stake
wc: 1.4k
It was a slow day. With an average of about four customers an hour, you were undeniably bored. If you squinted your eyes enough, you could maybe, just barely convince yourself that you caught a glimpse of Clark through the Daily planet windows across the street.
Of course, you were kidding yourself because he worked on the eighth floor. Working right across the street from your boyfriend did have its perks. Often, he or one of his coworkers would make a coffee run to your cafe and that would be your entertainment for the day.
"Welcome to Grinders, what can I get you?" You asked, focused on the tablet in front of you instead of the customer. It’s not like your manager would care much about your unprofessionalism. Not while he’s out back on his third smoke break of the morning.
"I'll take one kiss from my girlfriend, please." You look up, seeing your boyfriends grinning face.
"Clark!"
"Hi, you look pretty today." You glanced down at your uniform.
"I wear this every day."
"Doesn't mean you don't look pretty." You rolled your eyes through a grin, glancing around to see if your manager was watching before leaning over the counter to peck him on the lips.
“The usual?” You asked, already putting it into the system. He hums in approval, sliding his credit card onto the counter.
“How’s business?”
“Torturously slow.” Clark chuckles as you hand his card back. He leans against the counter, chatting idly as you make the drinks. Too soon, he’s leaving, parting with another kiss, heading back to the daily planet and leaving you to your boredom.
An hour or two passes and there’s a few more customers inside, sitting at the tables. The bell above the door jingles and you recite the greeting that’s been burned into the fabric of your brain. You’ve caught yourself saying it when you answer your phone occasionally. Why? You’re not sure.
“Welcome to Grinders, what can I get you?” You glanced up, straightening immediately, eyes wide, when you see the man in the doorway.
He looks otherworldly. Like… half man, half robot. Or rather, thirty percent man, seventy percent robot. Metal coats his arms, legs, and half of his face. In place of hands, he has two powerful looking blasters, one of which he raises to point at you.
You duck behind the counter as he shoots, the impact destroying the wall behind you as you cover your head.
You groaned, “I don’t get paid enough for this.”
–
Clark was trying to focus on his work. Truly, he was. But it was impossible when he kept hearing snickers and sneaky muttering behind him. He ran a hand through his hair, just about ready to lock himself in the bathroom so he could finish when Lombard wheeled over, bumping the back of his chair into the edge of Clark’s desk.
“Soo… when are you going to pop the question?”
“What? What question?” Clark balked.
“You know…” Steve prompted, grinning.
“Well, I’m not proposing, if that’s what you’re asking.”
“No! You- you’re asking your girlfriend to move in with you.”
“Wha- how did you know that!?” Clark's head whipped around, making sure no one was listening. He hadn’t planned on telling anyone in the office yet. Frankly, he hadn’t planned on telling any of them until it was solidified.
He had started to plan, though, finding inspo pictures, looking at listings online in case you wanted a whole new place
“We found your little project. Well, actually it was all Lois. Her and Jimmy were snooping and I had nothing to do with it…” He continues talking but Clark tunes it out, turning around to find Lois and Jimmy huddled together, giggling like a couple of gossiping schoolgirls.
“You two…” He trailed off, glaring at them.
“It really wasn’t that hard, Clark. I mean, you left your monitor on and the tab was open. You were practically begging us to find it.”
“Unbelievable. It really is the ones you trust.”
“So when are you going to do it?” Jimmy asked.
“I- you’re- that’s none of your business!”
“Guys, guys, look at this.” Cat rushed in, grabbing the remote and flicking on the tv. The news reporter was speaking but Clark didn’t hear a thing because on the screen was a blurry iphone video of the coffeehouse you worked at, part of it on fire, a hole blown through the other half.
You could see a glimpse of a figure in the video through the window of the building before he turns, staring directly into the camera, raising an arm and sending a blast of energy at it. Then the video ends.
“Wait, that’s right across the street.” Jimmy said, the crew rushing to the window. Clark can feel his heart pounding in his ears as he stands, easily slipping away to switch his alter identity.
Soon, Superman is flying out to the street where the man stood, sending blasts at everything he could find, a dumpster in an alleyway, a painting on a window, a passing car.
Superman could see a fire inside the coffeehouse, the furniture destroyed, but he couldn’t see you.
“Hey buddy!” He calls, making the robot turn around. “I think you’ve done enough destruction.” The man raises his metal covered arm, sending a shot directly into Superman’s chest. He’s knocked backward, though he quickly recovers, flying back into the fight.
So far, the man hadn’t said a word. Clark didn’t even know if he was from this planet and it seemed he wasn’t going to find out anytime soon as the man sent another blast at him.
–
Smoke filled the air, curling in tendrils around you. You were hiding in the backroom, unsure if the robot was still out there or not. The fire in the front of the shop was growing, bright orange flames licking at the bottom of the door.
You pushed yourself further into the corner, covering your mouth with the crook of your elbow. Maybe, if you waited long enough, someone would notice and call the fire department.
Either that or the flames would eat through the door, swallowing you whole and burning you to a crisp. Let’s hope it’s the former.
You don’t know how long you sat there waiting, eyes watering, curled into the corner before you heard your name. A faint shout from the front of the store.
“In here!” You called, voice hoarse. The door burst open, revealing Superman, in all his glory. He stepped through the smoke like the superhero he is, scanning the room for you.
When he found you in the corner, he crouched down, checking you over before lifting you into his arms, using his super speed to get you out of the building as fast as possible.
“Are you okay?” He asks, stood in the middle of the street, you cradled in his arms.
“Yeah, I’m fine… you can put me down now.” He flustered immediately, setting you on the ground with an incoherent mumble. Clark looks around before leading you away to a more private area away from prying eyes.
“Are you sure you’re alright?”
“I’m fine.” You brushed him off.
“Honey,”
“What happened to the-”
“Look at me.” He takes your chin in his hand, looking into your eyes. A thin sheen of soot lines your brow and there’s a small wheeze each time you exhale.
“I’m fine, Clark. Promise. Well, I mean, I’m out of a job and my purse was in there somewhere, but-” Before you can finish, Clark is off in a flash, leaving a gust of wind in his stead. The next moment, he’s back, your purse in his hand.
“It’s a little… crispy, but the contents of it might be okay.” He holds it out to you like a cat bringing their owner a dead mouse.
“... Thank you.” You said slowly, holding the purse delicately between two fingers, as if it might suddenly turn into ash if met with too much pressure.
“Do you need me to take you home?” Superman lifts you into his arms again, flying you back to your apartment and leaving his coworkers to wonder where Clark went.
Maybe now was a good time to ‘pop the question’ seeing as it’ll be a bit harder for you to pay rent now. Clark was always happy to take care of you.
♡ summary: spencer is a good husband and a good dad
wc: 1.4k
based on this request
It had become a ritual, Spencer greeting you after work with an apron on, a glass of wine in his hand that he handed you, and a sweet kiss on the lips before he guided you to the kitchen table to sit.
The kitchen smelled delightfully of spices and meat and you couldn’t wait for the dish to hit the table. Spencer had been practicing cooking lately and, setting his mind to it, he’d gotten really good.
He was still a little meticulous about recipes and getting the exact right amount of all the ingredients, but so far, everything had been delicious. Well, except for the burnt banana pancakes and the undercooked brownies.
“Welcome home, angel.” Spencer pressed the glass into your hand, dipping down to kiss you, more passionately than you expected.
“What’s gotten into you? How much wine have you had, Spence? You know it makes you bonkers horny.”
“Only one glass! And it’s not the wine, I just missed you.” He defends, pulling you closer into another kiss. You’d been on a case for the past week with little to no time to call Spencer.
Ever since he’d left the BAU to teach, he’d more or less taken on the role of a… housewife. He cooked, cleaned, did all of the shopping, did the laundry, and took care of you after work.
Now, it’s not like you didn’t do anything around the house. When you were home, you did little things like dishes or dusting or sweeping, but often you were too busy with cases or files or even just catching up on sleep.
It’s not like your husband minded. He was happy to take on this role and take care of you like this.
“I missed you too.” He brought you to the dining table like always heading back to the kitchen to finish up.
“How was the case?” He calls from the stove as you kick your feet up on the other chair.
“It wasn’t too bad, actually. I mean, of course it was bad, but, well- you know what I mean.” He hums in agreement. Soon, he is bringing dishes over to the table and sitting next to you.
“It looks amazing, Spencer.” You said, eager to dig in, and Spencer felt a blush rise on his cheeks.
“Thank you.”
“How’s teaching going? How are your students?”
“Uh, good. There’s one, um, Jeremy, he’s incredibly smart. He excels at everything. The only problem is that I feel like he’s not being challenged by the standard curriculum.”
“Then give him something more challenging.”
“But then I worry about the other students falling behind or- or maybe they’ll think I’m playing favorites, or-”
“Spence, I’m sure they’ll be fine. They’re college students aren’t they?” You placed a hand over his in comfort.
“You think so?”
“Definitely.” You finish the rest of the meal in quiet conversation before Spencer stands up, taking your plates to the sink. You followed, intending to help out but getting a little distracted when he rolls up his sleeves.
“Thank you for making dinner tonight.” You wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your chin on his shoulder.
“You don’t have to thank me.”
“Of course I do. My pretty little househusband.” You cooed, making Spencer blush again, ducking his head to hide his smile.
“Househusband?”
“Yeah. You don’t think that’s accurate?”
“I- I don’t know.” You chuckled, grabbing a dish towel to help dry the dishes. “Angel, you don’t need to do this, go lay down, you've had a long week.”
“It’s alright, Spence, I can-”
“No, come on. Go rest.” He ushered you out of the kitchen, grabbing the towel to smack your behind. You laughed, raising your hands in defeat as you headed to the bedroom.
You changed into pajamas, climbing into bed to wait for your husband, who thankfully doesn’t take long. Spencer is immediately on you, curling into your lap, a nightly ritual of head scratches while his arms wrap around your thigh, gently kissing your bare skin.
“I’ve been thinking about something.” He murmurs.
“Uh oh.” You teased, chuckling softly. “What is it?” He turns his head to look up at you, brown doe eyes wide and pleading.
“Kids.”
“Are you gonna be the one getting pregnant and giving birth to them?” You asked rhetorically, scoffing a bit.
“I would if I could. Maybe one day science will figure out the logistics of… that.” You just hummed, continuing to scratch at his hair before he sat up.
“Look, I know it’s a lot-”
“Oh yeah?”
“Just- I think it’s time. We’ve been dancing around this conversation for months.”
“Spence… can we talk tomorrow? I’m exhausted and I just want to go to sleep.”
He sighs. “Okay.” He drops back into your lap, your fingers tangling in his hair again.
–
Three more hours. Three hours until you could see Spencer again. Work had been long and tedious, files upon files stacked on your desk. It was all so monotonous, you were sure you were going insane.
You missed having Spencer sat right across from you, simple entertainment five feet away. Just being able to look at him made all the stress of work go away. Now all you had was a few pictures strewn about your desk.
The door to the bullpen opened but you paid no mind until you heard Penelope’s squeal. And when you turned around, a smile immediately grew on your face and the tension in your shoulders released. Your husband was here.
He smiled, waving at you from across the room where Penelope was holding him hostage to coo at the baby in his stroller. Baby Jude. About seven months old and already the absolute love of your life. The sweetest little human being you’d ever set your eyes on.
You stood up from your desk, striding over to your family. Spencer greeted you with a kiss on the cheek, his hand at your waist.
“Hi, angel.”
“Hey, what are you doing here?”
“I thought it might be nice to visit. Also, Penelope wanted to see Jude again.”
“How could I not? He is such a little cutie patootie.” She says, grinning widely as she stroked the little boy's cheek, delighting in his giggles.
Spencer was the picture of a stay at home dad, diaper bag hanging off his elbow, hair slightly tousled from lack of grooming time, loose threads on his sweater from the baby clutching it in his fist. You made a mental note to buy him a new one. Or maybe you’d take up knitting. Yeah right. Like you’d have time to do that.
He was wearing his glasses which meant that either he’d been too tired to put contacts in, or Jude had knocked them into the toilet again. You reached up to fix the way they sat on his nose, slightly crooked, and brushed a hand through his hair as well.
He smiled fondly at you, hand squeezing your hip. Jude babbled, his little chubby arms reaching into the air as he looked around.
“Mama.” Of course he’d already started speaking, he was an advanced baby, I mean look at who his dad is. You rounded the stroller, bending to unbuckle him and lift him into your arms.
“Hi, baby! How’s my little Jude?” You murmured amorously, bouncing him gently. He laughed, his hand fisting the fabric of your shirt.
The rest of the team flocks to you like geese and Jude a piece of bread. Well, Spencer would tell you that actually, Geese aren’t supposed to eat bread as it can cause digestive issues and-
“Can I hold him?” Emily asks.
“Uh- could you use hand sanitizer first?” Spencer asks. He digs in the diaper bag to find the little travel sanitizer he’d bought. Jude is passed over to Emily, then JJ, then Derek before Hotch walks past. He paused on his way to the kitchenette, stopping to figure out what the distraction was.
“Reid, it’s nice to see you again. How’s paternity leave?”
“It’s great. Spending time with Jude has been amazing. He’s progressing rather fast, actually.”
“That’s good to hear.” Hotch nods. “How is the lack of sleep treating you?” Spencer just chuckled. Being a father himself, he knew exactly what you and Spencer were going through. The sleepless nights, the stress of the job you have combined with the stress of just having a child, but he also knew it was all worth it.
When Jude giggled again, the three of you looked over, surely all thinking the same thing.
