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NAVIGATION
Jonah/ Prince Eric
Spencer Reid
Who I write for:
*More characters in the future if requested*
Jonah Hauer King
Prince Eric
Spencer Reid
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Reader at the bar with the BAU and Spencer Reid, being really protective over him. Spence gets a little drunk, (I know itās OOC but just imagine he let go for once!!!) and ends up laying in the booth with his head in readerās chest and starts rambling to her, and the BAU tell him to shut up, but readerās just like āno, keep talking.ā While stroking his hair and he just looks up at her with an intoxicated, adoring, innocent look.
I love it.
Personally, I feel like is Spencer felt safe enough, he absolutely would drink. I don't think it happens often but...
Thank you for requesting!
"You're like, really pretty." Spencer whispered in your ear.
You smiled brightly and squeezed his thigh as you continued to talk with Derek across the table from you.
"I don't think you get told enough. "
Pausing your conversation meant that Spencer could now get full time attention from you, instead of this half-assed bullshit.
He took the pause as him moment to lay down across the booth and place his head in your lap.
"Uh Spence?"
"Mhm?"
"What are you doing?"
"Getting comfy."
You closed your eyes and shook your head. "Okay...but why."
He shrugged and kept his eyes closed. You took the opportunity to start running your hands through his hair, slightly massaging his head in the process.
"God I love you." He sighed out, contently.
"I love you too nerd. Anything else or can I finish talking to Derek."
Spencer scoffed, but didn't move.
"Okay my little lightweight."
"I don't think I've ever seen him drink, let alone get this drunk."
"Well Derek." You smiled up at him. "You get used to it."
"Used to it? Excuse you. I don't get this drunk often---" Spencer went to go sit up but you used your hand to gently shove him back down into your lap.
"Stay there champ. I'm not ready to deal with you vomiting just quite yet."
Spencer huffed but didn't move again, confirming your suspicion that getting up made him nauseous.
"Did you know that vomiting is a protective reflex, not just from choking hazards, but to expel viruses, bacteria, and parasites from your body."
You took another sip of your drink and nodded. "A parasite huh."
"Jesus Reid, some of us are drinking or eating here my god."
You reached over and flicked Derek in the arm, causing him to jump and grumbled at you.
"Don't be a dick Morgan."
"My hero." Spencer whispered from his place on your lap, before bursting into a fit of laughter, causing you to smile too.
Morgan, who had enough, gave you a quick (but sincere) smile, and left the booth, leaving the two of you alone.
"Now what were you saying there Spence."
Spencer pondered for a moment, losing his train of thought when your hand returned to his hair.
"D-Did you know dopamine is the hormone responsible for making decisions."
You hummed, and continued to run your hands through his hair. "I don't think I did, but it makes sense."
"Well it is also..."
"Also what Spencer."
"Have I ever told you about the history of alcohol? In Ancient Babylon they used to worship a wine goddess in as early as 2700 bce."
"I can do you one better Spence."
He scoffed. "Yeah okay sure. Derek doesn't call me Boy Genius for nothin." He grumbled.
"Well there's evidence of alcohol as early as 7000 bce in Ancient China."
"Well duh! I knew that....I just, uh, skipped forward, yeah..."
"Okay handsome. Tell me more about this wine goddess and the Ancient Babylonians."
Spencer would have spent the rest of his life with his head in your lap, and your hands in his hair, rambling off to you about anything and everything.
You would have spent the rest of your life with his head in your lap and your hands in his hair, listening.
The team was flying home from a case, on the jet. It was the night before Halloween and it was Y/n and Spencerās tradition that Y/n picks what movie they watch, then Spencerās choice for what they do Halloween night. This year was no different.
Most of the team was listening to Spencer ask David Rossi all his plethora of questions, āHey, Pretty boy, why donāt you leave some questions for tomorrow?ā Derek says, with a lightly teasing tone. His words cause Spencer to immediately shut his mouth and sending Rossi an apologetic smile, for what feels like the hundredth time today.
āLeave him alone, Dā Y/n says to her brother, from beside Spencer, getting up with everyone else once they feel the jet land and stop.Ā
āSo, what are you and Pretty boy doing tonight, for your Halloween marathon?ā Derek asks, while following the two in question out of the jet. He doesnāt really care, he just likes teasing his baby sister and Spencer about how much time they spend together.
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Spencer and Y/n live in the same building, one of the reasons theyāve gotten so close, to consider each other their best friends. They each went into their respective apartments, just down the hall from each other, Y/n putting her go-bag away/ and Spencer starting to get their movie night ready.
Half way through their first movie, Y/n can tell that Spencer wants to say something but is keeping it inside. Grabbing the remote Y/n pauses the movie, turning on the couch to face Spencer.
āWhat do you want to ask, Spence?ā
Spencer doesnāt respond for a moment, before finally giving in knowing Y/n and knowing she doesn't give up.
āWhy do you think Derek calls me āPretty boyā?ā Spencer says not looking away from the frame Y/n had paused on.
Y/n knew this had nothing to do with Derek and everything to do with Spencerās insecurity.
āSpencer, Derek wouldnāt call you āPretty boyā if you werenāt pretty. Heās not cruel.ā
At that, Spencer turned to look at the woman he thought of as his best friend. Slowly he asks, āDo you think Iām pretty?ā
āI think I would be blind not to.ā She says, without hesitation, continuing quickly, clearly trying to not rest on that for long. āWhy did you think Derek calls you that?ā
āI donāt know, I guess I thought it was the same reason he jokes about us dating.ā
āAnd what would that be?ā
āThat I could never be with someone like you.ā Spencer says, as though it was just another fact he had memorised, or that it was common knowledge. As if Y/n didnāt spend night after night hoping, dreaming that that would happen.
āYou donāt want to be with someone like me?ā
āNo! I didnāt say that- I mean I didnāt say I didnāt want to. Just that it would never happen.ā
āWhy canāt it ever happen?ā Y/n asks, she wanted it to happen.
āBecause- you- youāre beautiful, and I could never be lucky enough to be with yo- someone like you.ā
Y/n scoots closer to Spencer on the couch, moving her hand to brush his hair out of his face.
āSpencer. I think youāre beautiful, and I really like you.ā
God it felt like a joke, that there was no way Y/n could like him, but looking in her eyes, with her hand brushing his hair, and knowing Yn he knew she would never do something this cruel to him. She wasnāt like that, she was the kindest person he knew. So the only other explanation of his, is that she did genuinely like him. Slowly Y/n started to lean in, testing the waters, and with Spencer leaning in too, Y/n fully pressed her lips to his. Spencer moving his lips in sync with hers, they fit together like the final piece of a puzzle. And when they finally pulled away, they wanted to just pull each other into another kiss.Ā
āSo, um wha-what does this mean?ā
āSpence, I like you. I want to be with you.ā
āI do too.ā
āSoā¦ Youāre my boyfriend.ā Her smile spread the entire width of her face, Spencerās soon after did too.
āYeah, youāre my girlfriend.ā
āDerek will hate this.ā Y/n says pulling her boyfriend into another passionate kiss.
Content Warnings: Allusions and mentions of smut. Secret romance. Sexual innuendos/jokes. Nosy interviewers. Mentions of violence.
"I said no one has to know what we do, his hands are in my hair his clothes are in my room"
"Y/N and Jonah, I hate to ask but the people want to know, are you two romantically involved?" the interviewer asked with expectant eyes and raised brows.
"Everyone asks this question," you said rolling your eyes. "I really don't understand what this has to do with the movie but to answer your question, no."
"Me and Y/N are not romantically involved. We actually can't stand each other," Jonah said nodding in agremeent.
"Hate him," you joked shaking your head in disapproval as you pointed your thumb towards your coworker. "We actually fought before filming the kiss scene." you said dragging on the joke.
"The makeup team had to work overtime in order to cover up the bruises," Jonah added and you nodded before the two of you looked at each other and burst out laughing.
"So, as a follow up question, are either of you in a relationship?" the interviewer inquired.
"I have an amazing boyfriend," you said truthfully. To be fair she didn't ask who.
"Tell me about him," the interviewer encouraged.
"He's so tall, and handsome as hell. He's so bad but he does it so well," you said adding a dreamy sigh for dramatic effect and Jonah playfully rolled his eyes.
"What about you Jonah?"
"I have an amazing girlfriend." Jonah said looking at you briefly. "I love her with every fiber of my being."
You gagged jokingly. "Gross."
"Someone's jealous," he said in a sing-song tone.
"Never."
"Well thank you guys so much," the interviewer said finally concluding the interview. You and Jonah got up from your chairs and collected your things from your dressing rooms and heading towards Jonah car.
"Can you believe how nosy she is?" you asked Jonah in genuine disbelief as the two of you got inside the car.
"I don't get why everyone thinks we're together," he deadpanned.
"Me either," you said with a small smile. "That's such a far-fetched accusation,"
"So far-fetched," he said leaning in to give you a kiss. "There's a few rumors we're sleeping together too,"
"Really, now?" You asked amused.
"Mhm,"
"Well I guess we have to sleep together now, you know I hate false accusations" you said with a small smirk. Jonah placed his hand on the back of your neck and pulled you in for a deep, passionate kiss. He swiped his tongue across your bottom lip, a silent way of asking for permission and you happily granted it parting your lips slightly so his tongue could enter. The kiss got more intense each second.
Jonahs hands traveled from the back of your neck to your waist, squeezing it gently and he placed his other hand on your thigh.
"Your windows are tinted right?" you mumbled against his lips. He kissed you again briefly before answering.
"Mhm." he answered before taking his shirt off.
"I love that we're on the same page," you smiled before he tangled his hands in your hair pulling you in for another kiss.
Hi can you do a headcanon of what dating jonah would be like?
And could you also include the NSFW section as well?
If you can't, I totally understand!
Thank you!
DATING JONAH HAUER KING
I imagine his love languages being words of affirmation and gift giving. Don't get me wrong, I'm sure he loves physical affection too but words of affirmation and gift giving are his top two in my opinion. He feels like they better express how much he cares about you and vice-versa.
Not afraid to show you off in front of his friends or family. Always holding your hand or has an arm around your waist or shoulder.
Likes watching you do skincare (and makeup if you're into that). Would definitely want to join your skincare routine and would let you do his makeup.
Constantly texts you throughout the day. Whether he's sending you memes or asking for updates about your text, there's never going to be a day when he doesn't contact you.
Likes doing domestic things with you like cleaning, baking, watching corny hallmark movies etc.
Buys the two of you matching outfits, thinks it's a cute and quiet way to claim each other.
Compliments you all the time, and he's very genuine and gives great compliments.
Showers you with affection from the moment you wake up to the moment you fall asleep. Kisses every inch of your skin, no where is unattended. When he comes home he welcomes you with a big hug and kiss.
Gives the best hugs. Extremely soft and comforting. Keep in mind he's 6'2, If you're shorter than 5'8 he most likely bends down to hug you and nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck.
Loves stealing things from set and bringing them to you. "It reminded me of you" he would say in his defense.
Is great at cheering you up. Gives the best comfort. if you don't want to talk about it, he's happy to just play with your hair and cuddle you until you feel better.
Super romantic. Writes you love letters and buys you flowers just cause.
Strokes your hair and sings to you when you have trouble sleeping
NSFW BELOW THE CUT
I imagine him as a Soft!Dom but could definitely see him being a little submissive and needy.
I see him as being into recording. Likes to keep them for when he's away and is missing you.
Aftercare is super important to him. He is more than willing to order you food, bathe you, wash your hair, put on a movie and cuddle etc.
He gets a little rough when he's jealous but would never go too far and hurt you.
Takes his time, doesn't feel a need to rush. Not really into quickies unless he's really desperate. Slow strokes, he wants to drag it out for as long as possible.
Eye contact. That man will hypnotize you. Looks directly into your eyes as he thrusts in and out of you.
Marks you up and he likes to be marked up. Loves leaving hickies all over you. Really likes it when you scratch his back and leave marks from your nails.
Could see him being into handcuffs and blindfolds. Handcuffing you so that you can't touch him and blindfolding you to increase your anticipation, never knowing his next move.
Summary: You were never a morning person but your boyfriend Jonah always made mornings enjoyable for you.
W.C: 733
Jonah x gn!reader
Content Warning: Kissing(cheek, forehead, neck, lips. (No smooches below the shoulder!), pet names(gorgeous, handsome, beautiful, love, darling, hun/honey), fluff, mentions of food, dirty joke (not super obvious if you don't have a dirty mind like me) Not proofread.
A/N: TELL A FRIEND TO TELL A FRIEND, SHE'S BACKKKKK!
You wake up to the feeling of soft kisses on your cheek and neck. You turn around to be met with the beautiful face of your boyfriend Jonah. You reached out and gently played with his stubble giving him a soft smile. He smiled and leaned into your touch before planting a soft kiss against your lips.
"Good morning, gorgeous" he said, his voice deep and raspy, considering that he just woken up.
"Morning, handsome," you replied with a small smile before yawning and stretching. The two of you got out of bed and made your way towards the bathroom and brushing your teeth.
You started washing your face and starting your skincare routine and Jonah watched curiously as you began applying moisturizer. "I want some," he said looking at you with a small grin.
"Come here, love" you gestured for him to come closer and began gently applying the moisturizer to his face and rubbing it in. You gently pat his cheek when you were finished. "There, all done"
Jonah curiously touched his face. "I feel like a baby's bottom," he said as he gently felt around his face.
"Stop touching your face, that's bad for you" you grabbed his hands and pulled them down from his face giving him a soft kiss.
"How is that bad, darling?" he inquired with a confused expression.
"You're allowing germs to enter your skin, hun" you explained.
"Are you implying I'm dirty?" he asked, placing his hand over his heart as though he was offended. You rolled your eyes in response before heading towards the kitchen.
You rummaged through the refrigerator and grabbed eggs, bacon, and milk. "Ooh, can I break the eggs? Pretty please?" Jonah asked excitedly.
"Don't make a mess," you instructed.
"You're the messy one," he said with a small smirk and gently nudged your shoulder.
"Do your job," you said with a small eye roll as you started on the waffle mix.
"Hey darling, come here for a sec," he said and you hesitated for a moment before coming closer. He grabbed an egg and before you could react he cracked it on your forehead. You gasped as he put the yolk in the bowl and he chuckled before grabbing a napkin and wiping the remaining yolk off your forehead and planting a soft kiss to your temple.
"I can't believe you just did that," you said pretending to be angry but you were secretly biting back a smile.
"Sorry, love" he said still laughing.
"Are you?" you asked squinting at him.
"Honestly, no" he said with a smirk and you rolled your eyes.
"I'm going to poison your waffles," you threatened as you finished mixing the batter.
"Was that a threat?"
"It was a promise," you said affirmatively.
"I love you," he said in a sing-song voice.
"Mhm," you said as you started pouring the batter into the waffle maker.
"Say it back," he whined with a small pout.
"No, you made me angry,"
"It was funny," he insisted.
"No it wasn't" you argued. He wrapped his arms around you from behind and resting his chin on your shoulder planting gentle kisses along your neck.
"I'm sorry baby," he claimed.
"I take my apologies in cash,"
"Deal, how much are we talking"
"$3000," you deadpanned.
"$3000?" he asked his mouth agape in shock.
"Yup, for emotional distress and assault," you claimed and he rolled his eyes.
"Emotional distress?"
"Yes, that was very emotionally draining." you insisted when Jonah suddenly picked you up and threw you over his shoulder and spinning you around.
"Is this emotionally draining?" he asked as he continued spinning you around.
"I'm getting dizzy," you laughed as he spun you around and gently punched his shoulder trying to get him to put you down. "I'm going to get concussed."
"That's not how that works," he said, he stopped spinning you but kept carrying you on his shoulder. The waffle machine started beeping, alerting you that they were finished.
"Jonah put me down the waffles are going to burn," you started kicking your legs in an attempt to escape his grip.
"They'll just be a little crispy,"
"Jonah," you groaned and he finally gave in and let you down. When you took the waffles out they were indeed a little crispy but delicious nonetheless.
"See, crispy perfection."
"You're going to be crispy perfection if you keep annoying me-"
Yess, I do still write for Jonah. I've been lacking lately ya'll. I've been a little caught up with university. I'm going to try to get a new Jonah fic out this Saturday or Sunday.
āŖ "Candlelit smile that we both share," -Duvet by boa
Warnings ā: Heavy use of the word love, 2 sexual innuendos, but besides that just fluff.
W.C ā:500.
Candle light illuminated the living room of Spencer's apartment. His head in your lap as the two of you sat on the couch and you gently stroked his hair. A movie playing in the background that was long forgotten by the two of you.
The two of you sat in comfortable silence, being in the other's presence was more than enough for you. You cherished all your time that you spent together, each moment engraved carefully into your memories. Your hands gently running through Spencer's messy brown curls as you admired him.
"Did you know touch is the primary way people communicate intimacy in romantic relationships?" Spencer asked, looking up at you, as you continues to gently run your fingers through his hair.
"I did not know that" you smiled and softly kissed his forehead."But that's why I have you, my personal google," you playfully teased
"Did you know,Ā with over 85% of the search market share, Google is undoubtedly the most popular search engine?" he inquired.
"Maybe I should start paying you for all this information," you joked.
"I think I could settle for a kissā he said with a sheepish smile and you chuckled before leaning down and littering small kisses on every square inch of his face causing him to giggle quietly as you continued your kiss attack.
You extended your arms to his sides and began tickling him smiling in amusement as he squirmed in your arms, desperately trying to escape your tickle torture.
"Please y/n," he begged and pleaded but you were relentless with your tickles. "I'll do anything, just please stop,"
"Say you love me," you demanded playfully.
"I love you y/n," he spoke in between laughter and you tickled him even harder.
"I really want to help you out, but you're going to have to do a lot better than that," you said increasing the intensity of your tickles.
"I love you, i love you so much, and if you loved me as much as i love you, you'd stop torturing me" he suggested and you carefully considered his words before deciding to stop your attacks.
"You're lucky I love you," you said with a small eye roll and leaned down to give him a soft kiss.
"Did you know that tickling a woman is illegal in Virginia?" Spencer informed you. "But unfortunately for you we're not in Quantico," he said with a small smirk before tickling you. You laughed uncontrollably desperately trying to escape Spencer's persistent hands. You squirmed until you ended up falling off the couch, Spencer landing on top of you.
"That was not a fair fight," you claimed and Spencer pressed all his weight down on top of you, burying his face in your chest.
"How so?" he asked, his voice slightly muffled.
"Look at your hands compared to mine, they're so much larger and our fingers are so much longer, those tickles are lethal," you joked and he laughed in amusement.
"You've never complained about my long fingers before," he said with a smirk and you playfully flicked his forehead.
hi this is main for @jonah-hauer-kingofmyheart! I have a request for a best friends to lovers with Jonah where the two of you have been friends for a long time but then he starts catching feelings for you but you have a bf, and one day maybe at a party or smth, Jonah confesses to you and you realize you like him too but you also have to break up with ur bf?
sorry its so long aha š
of course! omg how have i never thought of this! thank you so so much for the request! <3
fuck it i love you. (inspired by the lana del rey song āfuck it i love youā!)
jonah hauer king x fem reader!
description - you and jonah have been friends since being casted in the same show together, and jonah starts catching feelings for you. you also realise that you do too. but you have a boyfriendā¦ (thank you for the request by the way!)
you and jonah have been friends since.. forever? itās been quite a while!
you are both actors, so you have to fit in the time to see him. thatās actually how you two met! you and jonah met on the set of a film that you were both casted in! the both of you were absolutely inseparable, your other co-stars would never see you two without each other. never.
it had been five years since that film had been released. you had other movies and tv shows that had been released over the five years since and so did jonah. but the two of you would meet when you could and would always keep in touch.
you always had a soft spot for jonah. he did too. you might have had a small crush on him whilst on set, but you wouldāve thought he wouldāve got a girlfriend by now.
seems you were wrong. you did though. you donāt know how you did and he didnāt, but that doesnāt matter.
you were invited to a party. not just any party. it was a reunion party for the five year anniversary of the film that you and jonah were in.
you decided to wear a red floral dress to the party, since it was summer, and you wanted to look nice for the occasion.
MINI TIME SKIP -
you walked in to the party venue, holding your clutch bag in your hand as you did so. you were offered a glass of champagne as you walked in, so you took it and continued to walk through the venue.
someone made a small tap on your shoulder, you turned around and it was your co-star anna, who also worked with you in the film. she embraced you in a large hug, you knew that hug. that was an anna hug.
as you were embraced in a hug from anna, you saw a familiar man standing, looking and beaming a smile at you.
it was jonah.
he saw you let go of annaās hug, and started walking towards you. he met you half way of course.
you gave him a large hug, and you let him pick you up and spin you around, then placing you back down again.
you were so happy to see jonah. you have seen him since wrapping the film, but he was one of your closest friends! so you were always glad to see him!
āy/n!ā jonah said, embracing you in another hug, āhow are you? you look amazing!ā
you smile at him, blushing a little. āthank you jonah! i have been great! what about you, mister?ā
he looks at you, admiring you. āgood. good! yeah, ive been great! you really do look amazing, y/n!ā he tells you again, then you say, āstop it, stop it! donāt look at me! look at you!ā, as you giggle along with him.
MINI TIME SKIP -
you, jonah and the rest of the cast sat in the venue just catching up and eating the buffet and the champagne or wine that was around.
āso? y/n! i heard youāre not single anymore?ā your co-star anna asks you. you slightly flinch at this question, but you continue to be positive about it.
jonah glances at you as he was unaware of this, slightly shocked. āum.. yeah! ive been seeing this guy for a while.. heās not an actor or anything but..ā you mumble, āheās sweet.. i guess!ā
to be honest, you didnāt really feel that great in your relationship with your boyfriend anymore.. it didnāt feel as good as it was when you first got together.
your other co-stars didnāt really notice the difference in your voice about your relationship with your boyfriend. jonah did. he assumed that something was off about it.
MINI TIME SKIP -
you sat alone in the living room area of the party venue, sipping your glass of champagne. you had just sent a text message to your boyfriend.
that kind of text message.
youāve ended things with him. he had started to not care for you as much as he used to almost a year and a half ago. but that didnāt matter to you anymore.
you had someone else on your mind. someone else you shouldāve had on your mind years ago.
that guy was standing and gazing at you like a lost puppy at the doorframe near to where you were sitting, holding a bottle of beer in his hand.
you caught him in the corner of your eye. ājonah!ā you say, placing your free hand over your chest and made a shocked expression on your face, āoh my god! you scared me!ā
he laughed, and put his hands up to apologise. āsorry! sorry, y/n!ā he told you, sitting on the couch next to you, aiming to start a conversation with you, āyou okay? you seem a little down.ā
you looked at him. you didnāt want to tell him about the whole breaking up with your ex-boyfriend situation yet, so you lied. āyeah! im great! just taking in this beautiful night, thatās all!ā you tell him, sipping on your glass of champagne again.
he looks at you, slightly unsure of what to say next. āi didnt know you had a boyfriend, y/n..ā he asked you, trying to make conversation again. you donāt say anything of course. āyou know.. back when we were filming, i kinda had a crush on you.ā
you look at him. āreally?ā you asked him, a little shocked.
he nods. then you look at him. āwhat about now? you still love me, right?ā you ask, now realising that you couldāve asked him that five years ago. but you thought why not?
jonah looks at you, now moving a little closer to you. āi do.ā he tells you, and thatās all he says, until you decide to blurt out something thatās been waiting to be said for a while now.
āi love you too.ā you blurt out infront of him. he sits looking at you, smiling a little. ābut. but. you have a boyfriend, right? you said earlier?ā he mumbles, slightly losing his words while he looks at you.
you smile. ājust before you walked in, i ended things with him.ā you say, now moving over to jonah, and placing your hands on his cheeks, the two of you now realising the tension between and how much you feel towards each other.
āhe was no good for me, and i have felt things change between us, even since and during filming!ā you say, thanking yourself for finally revealing how you feel, āand i just think.. i um..ā
you were about to say something, and jonah takes your hands off his cheeks and puts his own on yours, now embracing you in a passionate kiss.
the two of you moved away from the kiss to find your co-star anna standing at the same doorframe that jonah was standing at a few mins ago. she smirked at you.
āi knew it.ā she said, while sipping her champagne, clearly drunk from the slight slur of her words. she walked back into the garden and left you two to talk.
you and jonah laughed as anna walked away. āsheās drunk.ā jonah tells you, still holding your cheeks.
you laugh at his words, āclearly!ā you laugh, now moving your head to his, looking into his eyes.
āi love you, y/n..ā jonah tells you, looking in to your eyes, āgod.. shouldāve done that a while agoā¦ā
you laugh again, continuing to look at him, admiring him completely. āi know.. me too..ā you tell him, āi love you too, jonah.. so much.ā
you both continue to sit on the couch again in the living room of the party venue, now with your head on jonahās shoulder, while he has his hand around your waist.
it felt perfect. one you both shouldāve done five years ago, but it was perfect.
please donāt copy my work! <3
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Request (from wattpad): so maybe eric and the reader are out on a walk when the reader gets sick and eric takes care of her before finding out that she's pregnant.
Pairing: Prince Eric x f!reader
You and Eric were out for your morning walk, something the two of you did routinely. Walking along the shoreline, holding hands and enjoying each other's company. You were keeping something from him, not anything bad, you were just waiting for the right moment.
You two were walking in comfortable silence when you suddenly began to feel nauseous. You slowed down your pace and eventually stopped walking altogether.
"You okay, love?" Eric asked furrowing his brows in genuine concern for you.
"Yeah, I'm fine I just feel a little nauseous." You weren't lying, you just weren't telling the whole truth.
"Let's get you back home, okay?" Jonah said gently squeezing your hand as the two of you began to walk in the direction of the palace.
Once you were there he had you sit down on the bed and relax before leaving the room to get you some water. He came back and sat down next to you, encouraging you to take small sips from the water bottle. He gently placed the back of his hand against your forehead checking for a fever.
"Anything hurting you?" he asked.
"No, just nauseous," you said even though there was a tiny human growing inside of you.
"Do you have any idea, why?"
"I didn't tell you before because I knew you were supposed to be going on a voyage and I didn't want you to feel stuck," you rambled at an incoherent speed.
"Slow down, love," he said softly grabbing your hand.
"I'm pregnant," you blurted.
"Really? How long?" he asked, a bright smile on his face.
"2 months," you said smiling nervously and he eagerly wrapped his arms around you for a tight embrace.
"Why didn't you tell me?" he asked playfully poking your sides and you giggled.
"I didn't know how," you said laughing and he stopped poking you, resting his forehead against yours.
"I love you," he whispered placing a soft kiss to your lips.
"I love you too," you smiled softly and held his hand giving it a soft squeeze.
Promptā: Character accidentally gets hurt in a spooky attraction and a scare actor breaks character to help. From this: prompt list
Summaryā: When Spencer Reid gets hurt during a haunted house, the scare actor is more than willing to lose their job in order to help.
Pairingā: Spencer Reid x gn!reader
Warningsā: Injury (fractured ankle). Physch major hate(jokingly)Mentions of gaslighting(in a humorous way though)
A/Nā:: Guys be warned, a lot of my humor is shown through Y/N and I think I'm a comedian š Also first Spencer fic!
W.Cā:1.3k
Halloween was always a favorite of yours. You loved everything spooky and you adored the fall season. Once you were 'too old' for trick or treating, you decided to sign up as a scare actor at the nearest haunted house.
You got paid a decent amount and it was a really fun job. You got to make people's day all while giving them a small scare.
Your character was a fan favorite. You played one of the nurses in the abandoned asylum. Most visitors liked you because you were attractive but there was a small fraction of visitors who appreciated your humor.
You were creeping around the long and eerie hallways searching for your next victim when your eyes fell upon a tall and slender brunette who was obviously lost and desperately searching for whoever he came with.
He was dressed in a black, oversized sweater scattered with spiderwebs and pumpkins. He was actually pretty cute from what you could see. You smiled to yourself before remembering that you were on the clock.
You followed him around for a few minutes before you decided to strike. You pressed a button on your remote which was supposed to cause a wheelchair prop to slowly roll across the floor, a tame spook to get started.
However, when you pressed the button it prompted the wheelchair to roll out onto the floor at a faster speed than it was programmed to, causing the man to topple over before he could even register what was happening.
You gasped quietly and covered your mouth contemplating whether you wanted to laugh or go help. Technically you weren't allowed to break character or interact with visitors outside of scaring them, but once you heard the man groan in pain you quickly approached him.
"Hey, you okay?" you asked kneeling down next to him.
"What just happen?" he looked around searching for the source of his injury.
"You got wiped out by a run-away wheelchair," you said quietly, biting your lower lip to stifle a laugh, not being able to say that seriously.
"How ironic," he half-smiled before attempting to stand up but he winced quietly.
"Don't move," you insisted and began to reach out to inspect his ankle but quickly retracted your hands. "Do you mind if I check it out?"
"Do you have any actual medical training?" he asked teasingly.
"I'm CPR certified," you shrugged flashing him a small smile.
"Knock yourself out," he said and you gently squeezed his ankle watching his face for any signs of discomfort. You pulled away your hand when you saw his small flinch.
"Sorry," you apologized softly. "It might be broken," you concluded even though you had no way of knowing for sure.
"Actually, it's probably a lateral malleolus fracture. That's the most common type of ankle fracture," he corrected you.
"And what exactly is a lateral whatever you just said?"
"It's the outer part of your ankle," he clarified flashing you a small smile.
"Are you a doctor?" you wondered how he diagnosed himself without even giving it a second thought.
"Not the medical kind, but yes,"
"Ooh, that's impressive," you said in genuine amazement. "So what do you do for work? Are you a professor or something,"
"I'm a profiler," he informed you.
"Really? I've always hated phsych majors, this is even worse,"
"How so?" he inquired, searching for even the slightest bit of context.
"I feel like psych majors are just training to be professional gaslighters." you explained, you were joking but there was a small hint of seriousness in your tone
"But you play a nurse in an asylum" he pointed out.
"True," you smiled, "I should ask to play a different character,"
"Did you know that clinical psychologists make up the single largest specialty area in psychology?" he asked you and you smiled at the way his eyes lit up as he spoke.
"Clinicians are psychologists who assess, diagnose and treat mental illnesses," he elaborated with a bright smile and you listened attentively as he spoke.
"Many individuals study psychology becauseĀ they want to better understand themselves or those around them. Through learning psychology, you gain a deeper understanding of the many factors that affect human behavior." he added, moving his hands in dramatic motions as he spoke. You looked into his eyes as he spoke, genuinely paying attention to what he had to say, and as he finished talking he looked into your eyes as well maintaining the eye contact for a moment before looking away shyly.
"I'm rambling aren't I?" he asked with a shy smile.
"A little, but I don't mind." you flashed him a sweet smile. "Your voice is actually really calming."
"I'm not used to hearing that," he said quietly and flashed you a small smile of appreciation.
In the brief moment of silence that followed, you took the moment to take in his features.
He was the prettiest guy you had ever seen. He had soft, hazel eyes. A warm honey color with a slight hint of green. Your eyes traced the outline of his plump lips that were tinted a soft pink and he finally realized that you were checking him out.
"Were you flirting with me?" he asked, his cheeks a faint pink hue.
"For a profiler, you really suck at picking up social queues," you teased with a sly smile.
"I get that a lot" he said smiling sheepishly when your moment was suddenly interrupted by the sound of shouting
"Spencer!" you heard a deep, masculine voice yell.
"Reid?" you heard a more feminine voice yell.
"Over here!" he yelled and you discovered his name was Spencer. Suddenly, a group of 2 women and a man approached the two of you.
"We lose him for 5 minutes and he somehow manages to get hurt," the dark-haired woman said to the bald man.
"I think pretty boy did it on purpose," the bald man said gesturing towards you and the brunette man and a red-headed woman, wearing the most flashy and unique outfit you had ever seen, ruffled Spencer's hair.
"Looks like he's in good hands," the redhead said smiling at you.
"Well unfortunately, I'm not a real nurse." you smiled at the woman.
"Is it bad?" she asked.
"Lateral malleolus fracture," you and Spencer said at the same time and shyly smiled at one another.
"Right," the brunette woman deadpanned sharing a look with the man next to her. "And you are?"
"Y/N, and you three are?"
"Penelope Garcia," the red-headed woman introduced herself.
"Emily Prentiss," the darker haired woman said flashing you a small smile.
"Derek Morgan," the bald man introduced himself with a small, playful wink and Spencer rolled his eyes.
"Do you flirt with every woman you see?" Emily asked with an eye roll of her own.
"So, I'm assuming you guys are profilers too?" you asked the group.
"Those two yes, I'm a technical analyst," Garcia explained.
"I feel extremely unsafe right now," you joked and Spencer shook his head with laughter.
"Unsafe?" Morgan asks tilting his head visibly confused
"Inside joke," you and Spencer said at the same time and began laughing even harder.
"You guys have been alone for like 5 minutes and you already have an inside joke?" Prentiss asked sharing a look with Garcia and curling her lips in a small smirk.
"My man," Morgan said with a smile patting Spencer on the back and you watched as his cheeks turned a faint hue of crimson.
"Are you done?" Spencer asked pretending to be irritated with the man even though he was biting back a smile.
"You should probably go see an actual nurse now," you suggested with a half-smile gesturing towards his ankles.
"Right," he said with a slight pout and it took everything in you not to kiss it away. Morgan and Prentiss began to lift him up making sure he didn't put any weight on his ankle and you blew Spencer a kiss as they walked towards the exit.
"Wait, Y/N?" Spencer blurted, he turned around and flashed you a small grin,"Could I possibly get your number? You know, In case I need a second opinion?"
āMy submission for the CM Meet Cute (or not) Challenge šāļø by @imagining-in-the-margins
this is my submission for the cm meet cute (or not) challenge by @imagining-in-the-margins ! i did VERY loose research on the stuff spencer sprouts off on because i am not our boy genius so sorry if there are any inaccuracies ':( this is my first time writing for spencer but i literally love it so much and i'd love to write more so plz flood my inbox with requests for him plzzz š
pairing: fem!reader x spencer reid
prompt: character sits next to a stranger in the theater, but the two end up bonding when there's a technical glitch.
warnings: slightly grumpy!reader and sunshine!spencer my fav trope <333 confident reader, reader makes the first move, spencer being a bbg and blushing a lot ;)) all the good stuff
word count: 2.7k
you arrived at the theater ten minutes early, bee-lined to the popcorn section and asked for extra butter. you loaded your oily popcorn up with coffee caramels and chocolate-covered coffee beans and bought a large coke. you walked in the theater, confident and fully armed with enough caffeine to hopefully keep you awake during the entire thing. you have tape in your bag to peel your eyes open just in case things go south, but you're confident enough to believe that it won't.
because it can't.
"aelita," your professor had said on friday, "is a russian phenomenon, and it is one of my top favorite films. considering how you are all in a russian literature class, i can make the safe assumption that you are all interested in russian culture."
now, not only were you in a russian literature class as an elective like two-thirds of your class, you were also a russian literature and poetry major. how you ended with that major baffles you and there hasn't been a day where you wanted to choose another major, but there hasn't been a day where you weren't depressed about your poor decision-making either. it's a battle you fight every day.
"aelita was first screened in 1924, and this year, next week, there will be a worldwide re-screening of the film in its originality, no edits, completely authentic, except with added subtitles for those who need it, of course," this was when your professor got very stern. "i want all of you to go and watch it. if you don't want to, fine, but there will be an assessment grade on this movie. this is not optional. i believe that the content of this movie is very true to our..."
at that point you had stopped listening, because you knew what your professor wanted you to do, and you dreaded doing it.
two hours, silent, black and white, russian film with subtitles. and you have to hang onto the movie's every word.
not your ideal saturday night plans, but for your academic career, you were willing to take that leap; looking like a sore loser at the empty theater with black framed glasses on instead of getting fucked up in someone's bathtub. it's fine. the partying was all up to the business majors anyway.
when you walked into the theater, it was, understandably, vacant, save for a couple men and women with graying hair or bald scalps and bad backs. you were clearly not the target audience. none of them had snacks on them either, and you felt awkward being the one responsible for the strong aroma of butter and coffee that stuffed the place the moment you walked in. a gentleman coughed in his hanker-chief and flared his nostrils. you were intimidated already.
you tracked down your seat and decided to not let any of it distract you. you needed a good grade on this assessment. you had already bombed your previous test on the imperial era; you don't need another bad grade stacked on top of it. you're acing this test, no matter what, and you're going to absorb this movie so well that it might as well be your favorite.
as you waited for the film to start, you munched on several of the coffee caramels, the caffeine slow to kick in. you shrugged it off. there's a whole bucket of sugar to fuel you through the film.
in midst of biting into a shelf of a chocolate-covered-coffee-bean, you heard a light thud and a hiss, and the quiet muttering of "i'm good, ow." an old man by the stairs called out;
"you alright, son?"
"yes sir," the man said. despite being alright, he was limping to his seat, and you watched him attentively, for there wasn't much else for you to observe. he limped closer and closer to you by row, ticket in his hand and checking the letters on the rows. he stopped at your row, and then walked crookedly and settled down in the seat right next to you.
you chewed on your popcorn as you directed your attention somewhere else, your determination slightly deflated. the film was late into starting, but you were still going strong.
"oh wow," you heard the man mumbled next to you, and looked over to see what he was talking about, nosy. but he was looking at you.
"what?" you said indignantly, immediately dropping the oily popcorn in your hand and wiping at your mouth, feeling oddly self-conscious. but mostly irritated. you'd say you hid your whiplash pretty well when you saw how pretty the man was when you looked over at him. you were so smooth with it. "chocolate on my face?"
"what? oh, no," the man breathed out a small laugh. he's got a soft, shy voice that got your insides feeling like broken tomato bits.
"then what?" you demanded, but not too authoritatively because you didn't want to chase him away. you kept it cool and in control. totally. it was hard to find eye candy in quantico, and the last place you would expect to find someone so pretty is in the theater for a fucking silent film.
even though it was dark, you could still catch the bright blush that crept up the man's neck, but it might be because he felt hot under all those layers. seriously, he was dressed like your grandpa, sweater vest, tie, collared shirt and all, but it was tied together in some kind of way that made it work, and it was the way the man carried himself that made him look youthful in all those ancient clothing.
"nothing," he ducked his head away, "i was just talking out loud."
you didn't have to be sherlock holmes to know that he was lying. "you liar," you accused, wiping your hand even more aggressively over your face. "i do have something on my face, don't i? just tell me if i do!"
"you don't have anything on your face!" he said, an indecisive and uncracked smile playing on his lips. you grumbled and turned back to look at the screen, still waiting for the film to start, popping candy in your mouth. in was silent for a merciful while, until the man said, "did you know that dmitri shostakovich conducted the music for this film and during its first showings in leningrad since the film was silent he came personally and played the piano whenever the soundtrack would be playing?"
you hummed. no you did not.
"i was surprised when i saw you, you don't look over sixty at all," the man continued. you didn't know how to take this piece of information as a compliment or an insult. "whenever i come to these things, it's only me who doesn't have grey hair. well, some people dye it, which looks pretty obvious because you can't really hide age, y'know?"
usually you'd be annoyed. very annoyed, in fact, you'd switch seats to be away from the guy. but this one's got a nice voice, and the moment he sat down you caught a scent to him immediately, that old cashmere and cotton scent that comes from old, thrifted clothes that you'll find dug deep somewhere in your grandmother's basement or in vintage stores, and sugar cookies and mint and coffee. it's a good smell, is all. you weren't being creepy about it.
"i'm not over sixty," you assured him. "just scraping twenty-two."
"oh! i'm twenty-two too!" the man said excitedly. he had child's glee to him, which you found more endearing than annoying. you didn't know why. you didn't know why you were still sitting with the man instead of scurrying three rows away like you would have normally the moment any stranger tried to attempt small talk with you.
maybe you were a changed woman.
"how crazy," you mused. you didn't sound half as interested or excited as the man did, but he had most definitely got your undivided attention. you nature tells you to not show it.
"how did you hear about this movie? i tried to get some of my friends to watch it with me, but none of them were too interested...except emily, she's usually more interested because she can speak russian but she got plans this weekend," his face fell into a thoughtful frown at the end, and the clockwork in your brain started to turn at the mention of 'emily.' was that his girlfriend? special lady? you shouldn't be googling, then.
"my professor created an assessment for this movie," at the man's inquiring look, you explained further, "it's for my russian lit class."
his eyes shone like a fucking diamond at that, as if russian lit was the most exciting thing he had ever heard of in his life. you could tell that you were looking at the kind of guy who would decline a party full of seniors to go read a dictionary at home. "is that like an elective you take? 'cause it's a subject that fascinates me a lot, but the demand for it is so slim that--"
he was cut off by the movie finally starting and flickering to life. you turned away immediately, eyes focused and attention zeroed onto the introduction screen. screw the pretty boy for now, you thought, you might as well pack your things and go back to your hometown if you fuck up this movie's assessment. it needed your attention.
black and white and grimy, a pretty font wrote 'aelita, adapted by alexei tolstoy.' but as soon as the film started, the picture quickly collapsed, blurring and then fading into black. with the audience being so small, there wasn't much commotion but whispers of confusion began to arise as the lights began to bleed more yellow, lighting up the theater more. it was as if the movie was over.
"sorry folks," a voice came from the grainy megaphone above all of them. "some trouble with the tape. we are trying our best, but not sure of our luck. all tickets will be refunded if bought online or you bring your ticket to us for a mark so you can present your current ticket right now at the next showing. thanks for your patience."
you looked exaggeratedly around, and the man in the sweater vest next to you looked equally as disappointed.
"my professor is not going to believe me," you muttered under your breath, but the man caught it anyway and chuckled quietly. you looked down at your still full bucket of popcorn and your large coke. you glanced over to the man next to you, not too smart things lottering around in your head. you travel through the subway, and the ride to your street is not until two hours. you weren't going to spend it morosely eating popcorn in the waiting lobby.
"is emily your girlfriend?" you asked suddenly. there was no point in being shy. the man's mouth unhinged from his jaw immediately, and you stared at him. his cheeks quickly stained an innocent pink.
"what?" he squeaked, his voice a higher pitch, caught off-guard. "no! no, she-she's my coworker!" he sounded almost offended.
this took you by surprise. you didn't know people who were close to their coworkers existed. "so you don't have a girlfriend?"
the blush on the man's face kept getting brighter and brighter. you bit your lip to keep from smiling like a fool. with how endeared you were by him, it's strange to think that you don't even know his name yet. it was rare for you to really be so mindful and think such soft things about somebody, especially to a stranger.
you were a changed woman. but maybe it's because of the coffee caramels messing with your head. sugar and caffeine tend to do that.
"no," the man said, then cleared his throat. he was fiddling with his fingers, an obvious stim. "no, i don't have a girlfriend."
"sweet," you grinned, "then no one would mind if i take you on a date, would they?"
he choked and got engulfed in a coughing fit, bending over in his seat. the red of his sweater vest nearly blinded you but you patted his back supportively. when his coughing ceased and he sat back up again, his eyes avoided yours for a while as he fought to keep the redness in his face down before he looked at you again.
"so?" you raised your eyebrow. "the night doesn't wait, pretty boy."
the nickname just slipped out of your mouth, and you cringed at the weight of it. how out of pocket. you were going to go home and contemplate this conversation later. but right now, you were trying to take out probably the sweetest looking boy you've ever seen, and that was a more important matter as of.
"okay," he said, and that was that.
"okay," you repeated. "let's start with finishing this, yeah?" you looked down at your bothersomely big bucket of popcorn. "we can walk to the park and eat it and feed it to the ducks."
"actually, it's not safe for ducks to consume popcorn because it causes digestive issues especially if consumed in large quantities and disrupts their natural diet," the man recited matter-of-factly, blinking at you obliviously as if he just didn't acted like a fucking android. you huffed out a laugh. handsome and smart. pretty much a package deal.
"the popcorn will be just for us then," you promised, standing up. he followed suit, as a lone line of people started to exit the theater. "i hope you aren't a serial killer in disguise," you said jokingly, but not really, because that was a genuine threat. he laughed. it was a sweet, syrupy sound that you could soak up and not get sick of for a long time.
"that's ironic," he mumbled, and it flew past your head, you being too busy maneuvering out of the rows.
"what was that?"
"nothing," he smiled, bright and easy. the initial nervousness was already beginning to melt away. when you were side by side, his hand accidentally brushed yours and when you looked up at him, he was already looking another way, pretending to be distracted by the movie posters but the red in his ears and neck gave it away. you smiled to yourself and grabbed his hand, holding your bucket of popcorn in the other.
"i forgot," you said, suddenly. his head whipped around to face you, but not before lingering his gaze at your intertwined hands. "i didn't get your name."
it was a foolish thing to say, you were holding a man's hand and you were pressed up side-by-side against him and you don't even know his name. he smiled softly, though, like he didn't mind. "i'm spencer reid."
"i'm y/n y/l/n."
"hi y/n," spencer said. you exited the theater and he started slightly swinging your joined hands. you laughed, the popcorn and candy in the bucket rattling and threatening to spill but you didn't care. "i'm a little disappointed," he said, pouting a little bit, bottom lip jutting out. "i was excited for the movie."
you breathed out an incredulous laugh. what a guy.
"i wasn't," you said, honestly. yours and spencer's arms were still swinging, and you resisted the uncharacteristic giggle bubbling at your throat. "rather be doing this instead." unexpected date at the park with a pretty boy in a red sweater vest or a boring silent film? the answer sounded pretty obvious to you.
"hm," spencer hummed, amused. "i guess i can catch the movie some other time."
"you can catch it with me," you blurted, and it sounded too early to say. you haven't had a proper conversation with the guy yet, you didn't know what he does and how he is, you didn't know whether or not he has a cat or a dog or a parrot or a ferret or if his room is kept tidy or messy, and you didn't know how much you were going to like him once the night is over. asking for a second date when the first one hadn't even started felt like too much, but it also felt like the right thing to say.
and if it's right, it's good enough for you.
spencer smiled shyly. when you turned right on the street, he pulled you back by your hand and redirected you left. "let's go the scenic route," he said, casually, and you could tell by the magenta tinge in his cheeks and the way he was firmly looking forward, avoiding your eyes that he wasn't feeling as casual as he sounded.
"want some of my popcorn?" you offered, feeling the large bucket was burdening you.
"oh, no thanks," spencer said. "i'm sure the pigeons will appreciate it more than me."
"does popcorn ruin their digestive system and disrupt their natural diet, too?"
spencer popped a large grin. it sat beautiful on his pretty face. "you listened," he said happily, and it felt like a large airbag had just inflated in your lungs. "no, i think pigeons are too used to picking our food, especially those in the city," a long pause, and "in fact, pigeons have a stronger digestive system than most birds due to adaptation, but the strongest out of all of them are vultures, whose stomach acid are so strong it doesn't get sick e eating rotten and bacteria-infested meats."
you hummed. you wished you had paid closer attention to what he said, but instead you paid attention to the smooth sound of his voice and how nice it sounded. well. you'll get there one day.
Promptā: Character accidentally gets hurt in a spooky attraction and a scare actor breaks character to help. From this: prompt list
Summaryā: When Spencer Reid gets hurt during a haunted house, the scare actor is more than willing to lose their job in order to help.
Pairingā: Spencer Reid x gn!reader
Warningsā: Injury (fractured ankle). Physch major hate(jokingly)Mentions of gaslighting(in a humorous way though)
A/Nā:: Guys be warned, a lot of my humor is shown through Y/N and I think I'm a comedian š Also first Spencer fic!
W.Cā:1.3k
Halloween was always a favorite of yours. You loved everything spooky and you adored the fall season. Once you were 'too old' for trick or treating, you decided to sign up as a scare actor at the nearest haunted house.
You got paid a decent amount and it was a really fun job. You got to make people's day all while giving them a small scare.
Your character was a fan favorite. You played one of the nurses in the abandoned asylum. Most visitors liked you because you were attractive but there was a small fraction of visitors who appreciated your humor.
You were creeping around the long and eerie hallways searching for your next victim when your eyes fell upon a tall and slender brunette who was obviously lost and desperately searching for whoever he came with.
He was dressed in a black, oversized sweater scattered with spiderwebs and pumpkins. He was actually pretty cute from what you could see. You smiled to yourself before remembering that you were on the clock.
You followed him around for a few minutes before you decided to strike. You pressed a button on your remote which was supposed to cause a wheelchair prop to slowly roll across the floor, a tame spook to get started.
However, when you pressed the button it prompted the wheelchair to roll out onto the floor at a faster speed than it was programmed to, causing the man to topple over before he could even register what was happening.
You gasped quietly and covered your mouth contemplating whether you wanted to laugh or go help. Technically you weren't allowed to break character or interact with visitors outside of scaring them, but once you heard the man groan in pain you quickly approached him.
"Hey, you okay?" you asked kneeling down next to him.
"What just happen?" he looked around searching for the source of his injury.
"You got wiped out by a run-away wheelchair," you said quietly, biting your lower lip to stifle a laugh, not being able to say that seriously.
"How ironic," he half-smiled before attempting to stand up but he winced quietly.
"Don't move," you insisted and began to reach out to inspect his ankle but quickly retracted your hands. "Do you mind if I check it out?"
"Do you have any actual medical training?" he asked teasingly.
"I'm CPR certified," you shrugged flashing him a small smile.
"Knock yourself out," he said and you gently squeezed his ankle watching his face for any signs of discomfort. You pulled away your hand when you saw his small flinch.
"Sorry," you apologized softly. "It might be broken," you concluded even though you had no way of knowing for sure.
"Actually, it's probably a lateral malleolus fracture. That's the most common type of ankle fracture," he corrected you.
"And what exactly is a lateral whatever you just said?"
"It's the outer part of your ankle," he clarified flashing you a small smile.
"Are you a doctor?" you wondered how he diagnosed himself without even giving it a second thought.
"Not the medical kind, but yes,"
"Ooh, that's impressive," you said in genuine amazement. "So what do you do for work? Are you a professor or something,"
"I'm a profiler," he informed you.
"Really? I've always hated phsych majors, this is even worse,"
"How so?" he inquired, searching for even the slightest bit of context.
"I feel like psych majors are just training to be professional gaslighters." you explained, you were joking but there was a small hint of seriousness in your tone
"But you play a nurse in an asylum" he pointed out.
"True," you smiled, "I should ask to play a different character,"
"Did you know that clinical psychologists make up the single largest specialty area in psychology?" he asked you and you smiled at the way his eyes lit up as he spoke.
"Clinicians are psychologists who assess, diagnose and treat mental illnesses," he elaborated with a bright smile and you listened attentively as he spoke.
"Many individuals study psychology becauseĀ they want to better understand themselves or those around them. Through learning psychology, you gain a deeper understanding of the many factors that affect human behavior." he added, moving his hands in dramatic motions as he spoke. You looked into his eyes as he spoke, genuinely paying attention to what he had to say, and as he finished talking he looked into your eyes as well maintaining the eye contact for a moment before looking away shyly.
"I'm rambling aren't I?" he asked with a shy smile.
"A little, but I don't mind." you flashed him a sweet smile. "Your voice is actually really calming."
"I'm not used to hearing that," he said quietly and flashed you a small smile of appreciation.
In the brief moment of silence that followed, you took the moment to take in his features.
He was the prettiest guy you had ever seen. He had soft, hazel eyes. A warm honey color with a slight hint of green. Your eyes traced the outline of his plump lips that were tinted a soft pink and he finally realized that you were checking him out.
"Were you flirting with me?" he asked, his cheeks a faint pink hue.
"For a profiler, you really suck at picking up social queues," you teased with a sly smile.
"I get that a lot" he said smiling sheepishly when your moment was suddenly interrupted by the sound of shouting
"Spencer!" you heard a deep, masculine voice yell.
"Reid?" you heard a more feminine voice yell.
"Over here!" he yelled and you discovered his name was Spencer. Suddenly, a group of 2 women and a man approached the two of you.
"We lose him for 5 minutes and he somehow manages to get hurt," the dark-haired woman said to the bald man.
"I think pretty boy did it on purpose," the bald man said gesturing towards you and the brunette man and a red-headed woman, wearing the most flashy and unique outfit you had ever seen, ruffled Spencer's hair.
"Looks like he's in good hands," the redhead said smiling at you.
"Well unfortunately, I'm not a real nurse." you smiled at the woman.
"Is it bad?" she asked.
"Lateral malleolus fracture," you and Spencer said at the same time and shyly smiled at one another.
"Right," the brunette woman deadpanned sharing a look with the man next to her. "And you are?"
"Y/N, and you three are?"
"Penelope Garcia," the red-headed woman introduced herself.
"Emily Prentiss," the darker haired woman said flashing you a small smile.
"Derek Morgan," the bald man introduced himself with a small, playful wink and Spencer rolled his eyes.
"Do you flirt with every one you see?" Emily asked with an eye roll of her own.
"So, I'm assuming you guys are profilers too?" you asked the group.
"Those two yes, I'm a technical analyst," Garcia explained.
"I feel extremely unsafe right now," you joked and Spencer shook his head with laughter.
"Unsafe?" Morgan asks tilting his head visibly confused
"Inside joke," you and Spencer said at the same time and began laughing even harder.
"You guys have been alone for like 5 minutes and you already have an inside joke?" Prentiss asked sharing a look with Garcia and curling her lips in a small smirk.
"My man," Morgan said with a smile patting Spencer on the back and you watched as his cheeks turned a faint hue of crimson.
"Are you done?" Spencer asked pretending to be irritated with the man even though he was biting back a smile.
"You should probably go see an actual nurse now," you suggested with a half-smile gesturing towards his ankles.
"Right," he said with a slight pout and it took everything in you not to kiss it away. Morgan and Prentiss began to lift him up making sure he didn't put any weight on his ankle and you blew Spencer a kiss as they walked towards the exit.
"Wait, Y/N?" Spencer blurted, he turned around and flashed you a small grin,"Could I possibly get your number? You know, In case I need a second opinion?"
āMy submission for the CM Meet Cute (or not) Challenge šāļø by @imagining-in-the-margins
Which fic should I upload first? For more detail look below!
"One more time" Smutty drabble. sub!spencer
"POV" Inspired by POV by Ariana Grande. Look below.
"Safety Net" Inspired by Safety Net by Ariana Grande
"Innocent" Inspired by Innocent by Taylor Swift.
Voting ended onSep 10, 2023
1.) "One more time" A super smutty drabble. It's super short and inspired by an AI voiceline.
2.) "POV" Inspired by the Ariana Grande song. Based on the following lines: "I'm gŠµtting used to receiving
Still gŠµtting good at not leaving
I'ma love you even though I'm scared
Learnin' to be grateful for myself,"
3.) "Safety Net" Inspired by safety net. Based along the following lines."I've never been this scared before
Feelings I just can't ignore
Don't know if I should fight or fly
But I don't mind"
4.) "Innocent" Based on the following lines:
"It's alright, just wait and see
Your string of lights is still bright to me
Oh, who you are is not where you've been
You're still an innocent
It's okay, life is a tough crowd
32 and still growin' up now
Who you are is not what you did
You're still an innocent"
