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I'm sorry I haven't been able to post anything recently. But I did want to acknowledge that I appreciate all of my followers. I didn't expect so many of you to come to this blog.
I started this blog when I was a freshman in high school and now I'm going to be a senior.
It amazes me on how much this blog grew in just that small amount of time. I went from expecting 3 or 4 followers to having 4,000+ followers. So I really do appreciate everyone!
Thank you!
just gonna leave this here...
Holding his soft delicate hands, you lead him inside the building.
“Uh, Y/N?” He softly asks. You turn to him and answer, “Yes Spence?”
He scratches the back of his neck, “Why are we at a dance class?” You smirk at the devious plan going on in your head. You glance at Spencer’s puppy-like eyes and soften your gaze.
You let out a quiet giggle, “We’re here to dance, silly.”
He rolls his eyes at your answer, “I know that, but why are we going to learn how to dance? You know I already read a a basic how-to-dance manual on the waltz?”
You smirk at his innocence, “We’re here to learn hip hop!”
Dream
Warning: Maybe a few curse words. Umm...I think that’s it
I just stared out the train window. Everything rushing by, forming various blurs. My heart aching from the thought of him, a tear escapes from my eye. I grip onto the edge of the soft red seat. Just the memory of him causes me to have a heartache. I sigh, I should rest.
I have a long way to go before I reach home.
My heavy eyelids close shut.
I feel a feathery touch caress my cheek. My eyes flutter open, as a bright light blinds me for a moment. In front of me..in front of me is him. His used to be long locks, cropped short into a curly mass on his head. His big hazel eyes staring back at me.
“Spencer?” I whisper out to him.
“Y/N. I missed you so much, w-why would you leave me?”
I send him a glare. I grip onto the seat even tighter. I raise my voice at the obvious bullshit going on, “You left me! You left me in the ally to fend for myself, you left me alone!”
He takes a step back with a surprised look on his face. “You know what happened Spencer? I almost died! The unsub you ran after, he came back. He fucking came back to get me!”
“Y/N, p-please forgive me.”
“I-I tried Spencer. I-I tried s-so hard.” A tear escapes my eye. He raises his hand to wipe it away, but I flinch. “Don’t you dare try to touch me.”
I see hurt evident in his beautiful brown eyes. “Y-Y/N. You know I would have protected you better if I knew he was going to come back to you.”
“You don’t remember do you?”
He shakes his head vigorously, “You never remember what’s important! You have an eidetic memory and yet you still forget,” my voice minimizes in volume, “You won’t even remember my name by the time you wake up.”
He sends me a questioning look, “What do you mean when I wake up?”
“Spencer, you did protect me, but now you’re laying on a hospital bed fighting for your life,” I laugh coldly, “Why am I so harsh to you? You’re barely breathing and here I am yelling at an imaginary Dr. Reid.”
Tears fall down faster and faster, I hiccup once or twice, and I lose control of myself as I rub my eyes. “You’re not real..you’re not real.” I whisper to myself over and over until black fades over my eyes.
I open my eyes to see that I’m almost there. “Here I come Quantico. I’m coming back for you Spencer, it’s been too long.”
Heyyyyy, I’m sorry this isn’t the best imagine I’ve ever written. I’m kind of rusty .-. but ayyeee first one I’ve posted in awhile. Haha anyway sorry it sucks and uhhh expect more to come by this week or next week.
FINALLYY!!!
I'm on Thanksgiving break!! It's been so long since I got a break anywayyyy, I can finally finish all those requests and etc!!! Hoorayyy. And then I can interact with you lovely people (: AAAHHH THANK YOU FOR BEING SO PATIENT. I'll finish them as soon as I can. While you wait you should send me random questions righttt?? ;) ;) jkjk you don't have to. I hope you had a great day beautiful people. And if you want to talk to someone you can talk to me :)
The Bet
Warning: Maybe cursing. And cheesiness everywhere.
Everyone has finished their work, a case hasn't come up, and they can leave in an hour. Morgan breaks the silence, "So what are we going to do with all the extra time we have left."
JJ speaks up, "Well we could always play a game?"
Emily asks, "But what game?" They all turn towards Spencer and Y/N as they eavesdrop on their conversation.
"I bet you can't come up with better Halloween pick-up lines than me." Y/N challenges. Spencer scoffs.
"As if. I have an eidetic memory. I know better pick-up lines." She throws a paper to his head.
"Don't forget I have an eidetic memory too." They smirk at each other. Morgan whispers to Prentiss, JJ, and Garcia, "May the best genius win. I'm betting on Pretty Boy over here."
Prentiss retorts back, "Are you serious? He doesn't have a chance. He blushes just listening to you talk to a girl." Garcia agrees with Prentiss's statement.
JJ says, "Well. I believe that Spence can do it. I mean he is quite a lady magnet." Rossi butts in, "It’s a bet then?" They nod in agreement. "Okay, whoever wins gets the opposite team as their slaves for a week."
"Deal." They all watch the banter between the two geniuses.
"Who goes first Doctor Reid?" Spencer taps his chin, "Ladies first."
"Aww what a gentleman." Y/N smirks. "That's a nice Witch costume, but you won't be needing the broom anymore, because you've already swept me off my feet." You end with a wink.
He scoffs, "Is that the best you can do? I can't find a costume for Halloween, can I just go as your boyfriend?"
She sends him an amused look, "Are you serious Doctor? That's too cheesy.” Y/N thinks for a second and a smile forms on her face, “The skeleton over there said he’d get your number for me, but he didn’t have the guts, so here I am.”
Prentiss blows out a low whistle, “Damn, that was smooth. How’s your Pretty Ricky going to top that Morgan?” Morgan sends a glare in Prentiss’s direction.
“You’ll see, my Pretty Boy has something hidden up his sleeve. He’s going to blow you away.”
Spencer sends Y/N a smirk, “I’m not a photographer, but I can picture me and you together.” Y/N laughs loudly at his pick up line.
She wipes her tears away, “Are you serious? That wasn’t even Halloween themed.” He chuckles at her comment, “But was that good enough to be your boo?” Her jaw drops leaving her speechless.
He sends her a wink, “I win.”
All you hear in that room is Morgan and JJ roaring with laughter as Y/N, Garcia, and Prentiss sit there in awe.
AAAHHHH Happy Halloween guys!!!! I’m so so sorry that this wasn’t very good /: but I’ll be doing holiday themed stories for the next few months and I promise they are waayayyy better than this one. ANyway HAPPY HALLOWEEN
Sometimes I just want to attack Reid, other times I want to kidnap him.
CRIMINAL MINDS TOMORROW WOOO!!! COUNTDOWN IS READY
Unfinished idea
“No, no, no, no, no they can’t take you too! No! I can’t lose you. Stay awake. No please! Keep your eyes open Quinn! You know what happens!” I’m holding onto his hand as his unsteady breathing slows down.
“Why would you do this to me?! You monster! Why me? Why?!” I feel his grip loosen and I stare at the eyes of the monster who killed him. My brother, the only fucking family I had left. And he took him.
He chuckles. The monster has the nerve to chuckle, “You’ll see me again, and you’re next Y/N.” And then he was gone.
I shakily raise my hands and see blood, Quinn’s blood. I scream, a blood-curdling scream. “FBI!”
“You’re too late! You’re too fucking late. Quinn is dead, the monster left. You are all too late!” I raise my hands and cover my ears. I chant to myself, “He’s gone, he’s gone. He’ll be back. He’ll be back for me.”
I feel a hand on my back, I raise my head to see a skinny man, with long brown curls. “I’m sorry for the lost of your brother. My name is Dr. Spencer Reid, I’d like to ask you a couple of questions.”
I shake my head more. I chant, “No, no, Quinn. Please no, no, no.” An older man around sixties, puts his hand on his shoulder, “Reid, not now. Let’s take her to the station so she can rest.”
Spencer nods, “Right this way Y/N.” He holds onto my hands and leads me to a car. He looks into my eyes, “Are you okay? Do you want anything: water, a blanket, anything?”
My voice comes out hoarse, “I want Quinn back.” His head bows down a little, “I-I’m sorry about your loss. Honestly, but there’s no way we can bring him back.” A sob escapes my throat.
******* Well… I feel bad that I havent posted much, anddd I have bad writer’s block, sooo here’s part of an idea I had for a multi-shot??? But I never went through with it, idk why buttt what do you think? I’m sorry :(( I’ll finish everything asap !! And I’d like your opinion on this please? I don’t want to seem pushy aaah! Anyway yeah…here you go?
