i don't know if you write for male readers but if you do then could i get a ftm/transmasc reader (basically a guy with female anatomy. that's the most simple term) smut?? i understand if not but it's so hard to find mlm/transmasc content of billy n stu so it would be awesome if you did this...preferably reader is the top but either way is fine 🩵
hey! I don't write smut (only because I'm so bad at it, it always reads cringe) so I'm really sorry I can't fulfill your request! hope you find an amazing fic like this somewhere <3
You hadn't been there through any of it, the interrogations, the trial, and now, prison. Too afraid of what you might see or hear. Spencer Reid. Guilty.
You refused to let it be part of your reality so you didn't let it. Acting like it wasn't really happening and Spencer would come home soon enough. Until you couldn't push it away any longer. He had been locked up for two months now and the team were practically begging you to visit him. You couldn't tell if the urgency came from Reid or the others worried about you, but either way you had to go see him for yourself.
You see him, although at first you weren't sure if it was really him. His hair was longer and shaggier than usual, it fell over his eyes and ears, like it was protecting him from unwanted stares. His cheeks were hollow and the bags around his eyes dark. There was a stillness that surrounded him, one that was never there before. Usually Spencer filled the silence with rambling facts and nervous energy but now he was completely still, only his eyes darting around the room, taking every inch of it in. Surveying his surroundings. This wasn't the Spencer you had grown to love, this was a shell of the man he once was.
You took a deep breath in before walking over to sit across from him, a thick pane of glass dividing you. Just like in the movies, Spencer picked up the phone beside him and waited for you to do the same. His eyes staring straight into your soul. Neither of you speak for a second
"You shouldn't have come." He says finally.
You stiffen, his voice was unusually cold. "I tried to stay away. I just- I had to see you for myself."
His stern features falter but only for a second.
The two of you always had a complicated relationship. Always flirting but never making what you had official. It was like you were both too afraid if you labelled it, things would end badly.
"Are they treating you well?" He asked.
You think for a minute. It wasn't as simple as it sounded. He didn't mean the team or work. He meant, did anyone follow you, has anyone threatened you, has anyone tried to use you to get to him?
He was being protective.
You nodded slowly in response. Too scared to answer out loud. Your throat feeling tight.
He responded with lifting his palm up against the glass. You look between it and him for a moment before lining yours up with his. The glass was cold, almost like it was mocking you for wanting to feel the warmth of Spencer's hand in your own. There was nothing you wanted more in that moment.
"Don't come alone next time." He almost ordered.
"Are you profiling me now Spencer?" You teased. Gingerly testing the waters of your relationship again.
He almost looked amused. "I profile everyone."
Almost.
He leant close against the glass, talking even lower now. "You need to be careful."
You followed his lead, leaning forward in your seat. Hand still pressing into the glass. "I don't need to be anything. Besides, I'm not afraid."
He didn't doubt you but if there was one thing the whole experience had taught him was how vindictive people can be.
His voice shook slightly. "But I am."
He wasn't afraid for himself, but for you. You noticed for the first time, the fresh bruises on his knuckles.
The visiting timer buzzes. You both flinched at the piercing sound. As the guard moved to take Spencer away you anxiously ramble down the phone, not wanting this to be the last thing he heard from you.
"'m so sorry I didn't come sooner, please know I never stopped thinking about you not even for a second. I knowyou'reinnocent. I-" He hung up the phone before you could finish. The guard's grip on his shoulder tightening. But as Spencer stood, he didn't remove his hand from yours until the last second. His eyes trained on you, like he was trying to memorise your every feature in this light. And although he didn't hear you say it, you know he loves you back.
•:◦ You had been dating Dean forever before he had the guts to propose. You, Sam and even Charlie dropping him hints.
"Look I finally got time to paint my nails." You shoved your hands in Dean's face, he nodded in amusement, not really looking. "But I think my left hand is missing something..."
"You know, if I had been dating a girl for over 7 years and she didn't propose, I'd think she was cheating on me." Charlie said once while helping the Winchester with a case. Dean just raised an eyebrow in confusion while Sam shook his head.
•:◦ As much as you teased Dean, you really were ok with not being married, he was yours and you were his - it had always been that way. Besides, you already acted like an old married couple with the way you would constantly tease one another and try to one-up each other on hunts.
•:◦ "Face it Sam, I don't think it's ever going to happen. Dean just doesn't think about this kind of stuff."
"That's too bad, I've always wanted a sister."
•:◦ Your hands were tangled in Dean's hair, your eyes trailed over his naked muscular frame, hovering above you. You had the bunker to yourselves for the night and you were making the most of it.
"Oh god babe." Dean moaned, his voice low and breathy.
"-marry me?" He blurted out. Your hands fell limp in shock.
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me." Dean stated, still inside of you.
"Did you just propose to me in the middle of sex?"
"...so is that a yes?"
You pulled him down to meet you, crashing your lips onto his.
"About time."
•:◦ You and Dean never ended up getting married, but that's okay. You were both happy to be engaged, promising yourselves to one another wholly and forever.
Sam <3
•:◦ Sam was the opposite of his brother in many ways, but especially when it came to relationships. He had always desired a wife and family. It would only take a few months for him to decide that you were the one.
•:◦ Everything had to be perfect. But not just perfect, perfect for you. Sam wanted it to be the most thoughtful and romantic proposal ever. That can be kind of hard when you're trying to stop the end of the world in amongst proposal-planning.
•:◦ You were totally swept off your feet when the time came.
"Okay just a bit further now, wait, don't trip but keep your eyes closed." Sam had his hands covering your eyes as he walked you down the bunker stairs.
"It's not even my birthday, what's the big surprise?"
"Okay, now you can look!"
You looked around the candle-lit room to see Sam holding a bouquet of your favourite flowers, the record player playing an acoustic version of your favourite song, you took another look at Sam; in his pocket was a square outline, that could only be one thing. That was just like Sam, to make everything perfect for you, only to miss the one flaw that was on him.
"Sam, is this-"
He nodded, holding your hands in his.
•:◦ You got married only a month after saying yes to Sam's proposal. That poor boy has died so many times he didn't want to risk missing seeing you in a wedding dress. The ceremony was intimate, beautiful and mirrored your relationship. Sam couldn't contain his excitement, he had a goofy grin plastered on his face the whole time.
"You amaze me, how did you get even more beautiful?"
omg its my birthday tomorrow - im going to be 24...im going to be 24 and im still writing fanfiction...
