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i-heart-mgg · 4 months

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Puppy Love - Ch.1

Pairings: Spencer Reid x female reader

Summary: It’s your first day at the BAU and you meet the genius Dr. Spencer Reid who quickly becomes a blabbering, stuttering mess once you start to get to know him.

Warnings: light swearing, mentions of horror movies/books, general anxiety

Word count: 2182

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The hot sweat that radiated off your body contradicted the chilly morning condensation slowly dripping down the windows of the small but practical car you got for your eighteenth birthday. Nearing a whole six years ago.

You watched as the droplets raced against each other, a harsh battle for which one would reach the window sill first. In an attempt to distract yourself from the fact that you were parked outside the FBI Quantico headquarters, where you were about to start your first ever day as a real FBI agent.

You swung open the car door forcefully, heart pounding with an overwhelming sense of anxiety that comes with starting any new job. Let alone, one of the most highly sought-after and official in the country.

Standing outside in the soft breeze with the tranquil sound of lush trees whisking in the wind, you took a deep inhale. Soon exhaling as you briskly walked your way through the glass sliding doors, into the cold and desolate hallways. Choosing to ignore the emptiness, considering it was 7:30 am and you and your new unit chief, Aaron Hotcher, were presumably the only two people in the building.

Your fingernails dug into the sides of your upper thighs over the rough fabric of your plain black, possibly too-tight slacks. Accentuating in all the right places- just because you’re a huge nerd whose only hobby is reading the latest articles in just about anything, except for maybe how to become an alpha male with a PhD in hating women, does NOT mean you have poor taste in fashion.

Your hand hesitantly reached out towards Hotchs' office door to place three short knocks against it. "Come in." A deep, no-nonsense, kind of voice called out from inside the room. One last deep breath out before you prepared for the best act of faux confidence, dare I say ever performed.

That was until you could feel his eyes reading every tiny detail about you like a book, from the insecure look in your eyes down to the over-thought-out choice of your plain black slacks. All your prior preparation was completely thrown astray. You forgot that profilers also profile regular people, much different to deranged criminals. "H-hello, I'm (Y/N), (Y/N) (Y/L/N)". You stuttered as you reached to shake the intimidating man's hand. "Welcome to the BAU (Y/L/N), it's a pleasure to meet you".

He went over all the formalities with you until it was time to introduce yourself to the rest of the team, all of which you knew a bit of information about from previous research. Not to be creepy but just to get more acquainted with everyone, lessen the overload of information you were inevitably absorbing on that day.

Your eyes scanned the bullpen as one by one, agents walked through the glass doors of the BAU. Having seen all your soon-to-be-colleagues in the various articles you'd read, none of them phased you, except one. He was tall, and handsome, with slick-back chocolate brown hair, and big, adorable hazel eyes shielded by a pair of glasses, only being 1 year your senior but having accomplished three times as much as you. It was the one and only Dr. Spencer Reid.

He locked eyes with you for a second, before you swiftly averted your gaze to who you presumed was SSA Emily Prentiss, cheeks slightly tinted rosy to have been caught staring. The sound of a door opening and closing alerted you to Hotch advancing towards you, it was time to get the most nerve-wracking part out of the way.

With clammy hands and an urge to jump off a building, Hotch cleared his throat, gaining the attention of his team. "Hi I-um-I'm (Y/N) (Y/L/N), but I guess you can call me SSA (Y/L/N), or (Y/N), whichever you'd like!" Well, you completely fucked that one up, may as well just quit right then and there. This was not going according to plan.

"I think I like baby girl better, or maybe pretty girl, you seem like the copy-and-paste female version of our pretty boy Spence here". That must have been the infamous Derek Morgan, judging by his suave attitude and demeanour. Unsure of what to say, you heard another voice speak instead.

"Morgan! You can't just say that, especially not to (Y/N), it's her first day, and I'm not even a pretty boy so that comparison is quite redundant in the first place!" Spencer whisper yelled at Derek. "Come on Reid, she's gonna have to get used to me at some point may as well start as early as possible." He said as he shrugged nonchalantly.

"Oh, 'em, gee!! You're so, so, cute! Hi, I'm Penelope Garcia, the world's best tech analyst who can just about hack into anyone's devices." You chuckled lightly before she enthusiastically took your hand. "Good to know, I'll keep that in mind for whenever my ex tries to contact me again". You two both began to break out into a small fit of giggles before another three people approached you.

Jennifer jaureu, David Rossi, Emily Prentiss and yourself exchanged greetings and humorous banter before Hotch ordered the team to meet in the briefing room for your first case. A mixture of excitement and consternation bubbled up in the pit of your stomach as you cautiously made your way down the steps.

The team found their usual spots at the round table, leaving a singular spot next to Spencer Reid. You crept up to the seat, eyes darting wildly over anything that wasn't his own, before facing your body towards him.

"Could I- perhaps, sit here, please?" Spencer nearly jumped at your voice, a little startled by your sudden appearance. "Ah-well, y-yes of course, uh- nice to meet you, sorry I didn't introduce myself earlier I'm Dr. Spencer Reid. I didn't mean anything by it, it just seemed like you were busy with other people and- and it just-" "Reid!" Hotch slightly raised his voice to get the attention of the Dr. after calling it out about 5, 10, maybe even 15 times. It's not exactly like you were paying any attention to Hotchner either.

Spencer let out a meek "sorry" before The briefing began. The case involved a string of murders involving families in their own homes, those of which were alarmingly brutal. Even though you had worked with stuff similar to this in the academy, the reality of the crimes never fully set in as it did when you were the one investigating murders and catching the killers.

The briefing wrapped up and not long after it was "wheels up in 30" as Hotch likes to say. You felt like you were already learning a lot about everyone, making it much easier to feel comfortable around them. Although Spencer was still unexplored territory to you.

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"Oh um yeah I really like that book! I mean I think you could already figure by me reading it.." he trailed off before awkwardly tittering. "Have you watched the movie too?" You questioned him, trying to get him to open up more regardless of the fact you were also extremely terrified of most human interaction.

"I have, surprisingly, I mostly just read books". He simply stated. "Ah I see, are you into any horror movies though? Because damn do I love them!!" "I do, I do! They're practically the only ones I watch but I have a fascination with the horror genre, as well as Halloween. Arguably the best holiday ever."

You laughed at his exceedingly biased opinion, sitting yourself down across from him on the plush couch to continue your conversation. In due time, the rest of the team piled in, Spencer and I's delightful discussion was cut short as we had to talk about real-life horror, not nearly as fun.

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As you worked tirelessly into the once radiant sunlight-filled skies, now shrouded by darkness, you could feel the looming presence of slumber sneaking its way into every inch of your body. That seemed to be the way everyone else was feeling too, the drooping eyelids and slouched posture a tell-tale sign that we all needed some well-earned rest.

"Alright let's wrap it up for tonight, we aren't going to make any progress in this state and we need some fresh eyes," Hotch announced. We began packing our go-bags up to head to the least sketchy motel, which was still extremely mediocre at best.

You lazily undressed and threw on your oversized cal tech T-shirt, just your underwear underneath before crawling under the worn-in duvet covers. The moment your head hit the pillow you were out like a light.

The same unfortunately couldn't be said for dear Spencer, a lot was plaguing his thoughts. Some were about the case, most were about you. How smart you were, how pretty you were, and especially how well you got along. It wasn't often Reid warmed up to people this quick, even less so with that of the opposite gender, but he found himself getting lost deep in conversation with you. It felt too good to be true, after all he didn’t have the best luck with women.

As he twisted and turned over between his left and right sides, Spencer knew he was getting nowhere. His lanky frame sat upright on the bed, reaching out for his glasses to have some clue where he was heading. He glanced over at the time; 3:42 am, before creaking the door open carefully so as to not wake his dreaming coworkers.

The Dr. made his way in the direction of the lobby, passing by the arguably atrocious-looking floral wall print and stain-ridden carpet. Soon stopping by a janky old vending machine accompanied by an even dodgier-looking water dispenser. He fumbled around in his sweatpants pockets before he inserted a coin to get the sweetest coffee available. He scrunched his nose in dismay, it wasn't sweet at all (It probably was but we know how much sugar this man likes in his coffee).

"Spencer..?" A voice chimed out to him, your voice. "Oh (Y/N), what are.. you um- doing here?" He fidgeted with his hands before looking down to make eye contact. "I could say the same thing," you snickered. "Couldn't sleep. Thought I might as well get some coffee before I attempted to do some more work on the case," He explained.

His eyes travelled even further down your figure, passing the ends of the messy (H/C) hair cascading down your chest. He noticed a familiar bold black text plastered on the front of your T-shirt. The realisation hit in the form of a deep red blush creeping its way up his neck onto his sculpted cheeks, as you were wearing the exact same thing. Excluding the bottom wear, were you even wearing anything underneath- fucking hell could this get any worse for him?

Quick answer, it could. You reached your arm up to snatch the coffee from his grasp, tutting your lip while your shirt had risen just about as far as it could go before you'd flash your lace panties for anyone to see. "Give me that, you need to sleep!" You scolded him, your palm pressed flat against his chest, trying to obtain the drink. He sharply inhaled at the movement, unsure of what to do next.

"It's ok seriously, I wouldn't be able to sleep either way." He assured you, but your stubborn ass couldn't take that as an answer. "You could always come to my room, I'm sure me cuddling you would make you sleep like a baby," you teased. "E-excuse me, what.. do you-" "I'm only kidding, jeez ever heard of sarcasm?" You heartily laughed.

Sweat beaded on his forehead as he struggled to articulate any kind of thought racing his temporarily stupefied mind into speech. As Emily said an IQ of 187 was slashed to 60. Luckily for him, you chose to pull away to grab a disposable cup. Lukewarm water trickled into it as you waited impatiently for it to fill.

"God, could this take any longer?" You let out an exaggerated huff before downing it in one go. "And room temperature too?! This place desperately needs some upgrades." Spencer chuckled at your hysterics before you snapped back at him, "What exactly do think you're laughing at, if I recall correctly you were the one left all cute and flustered by my little joke." You raised your eyebrow waiting for a response yet none came, that sure shut him up.

The thud of the coffee cup as it dropped to the bottom of the trash can rang through both of your ears before you promptly turned on your slippers to head back to your own... compact, motel room. Leaving him a star-struck mess who would certainly not need any caffeinated beverages to stay awake till dawn.

Hope this wasn’t dog shit and you enjoyed, l’ll be uploading more parts to this series soon. Thanks for reading and feel free to make any requests for Spencer 😜.

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tlou-reid · 8 months

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Get her back! ❤︎ Abby Anderson

♡ SUMMARY: abby was so in love with her roommate Nora's girlfriend, she can only control herself so much when you come to get your things after a fight

♡ WARNINGS: angstttttt, unrequited love, pining, heart broken abby :(

♡ NOTES: this is my september challenge for the pandemic prose server! based on get him back! by olivia rodrigo. it is not edited love u guys!

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Abby was tired of the constant buzz surrounding her. When you and Nora first got together, she did not expect it to be such a big deal. She figured with a literal apocalypse surrounding the WLF, there would not be any time to gossip and glitz about what was going on with you two.

Sure, Abby and Nora were roommates at the time, so she was expecting some kind of infiltration into her life, but she at least figured she could walk to the cafeteria without hearing your guys’ names in a sentence. And when it started becoming a conversation subject when she was out on patrols, she was ready to snap.

She knew why it drove her so crazy, she just did not want to accept it. The way her skin lit up when you hugged her after she got injured, or how her eyes constantly searched for you when she walked into a room, or how she always chose the chair next to yours. Abby was hopelessly in love with you and was too scared to do anything about it.

So, yeah, hearing everyone talk about your new relationship with Nora was aggravating her. A lot.

However, it was nice to feel in the loop with things going on. Truthfully, sharing a room with Nora meant that she had the inside scoop on your relationship. She knew when you guys were happy, when you guys were arguing, when you guys were taking small trips together, and everything else in between. She also knew that recently, there was a lot of arguing (which also meant taking trips together, as that was Nora’s go-to solution when apologizing to you).

There was some kind of rift forming, and she could hear Nora apologizing to you through the door. She was going to walk away, let the tension drift away before she entered the room, but, for the first time, she heard you argue back with her. It was hard to make things out clearly, but she heard your voice raise, and you insinuated something about Nora flirting with your friends.

Abby couldn’t help the smirk on her face as she listened to you yell at Nora, your heavy voice seeping through the wood of their shared door. She was frozen, and too busy allowing her heart to fill with pride to notice the door knob begin to turn. She didn’t realize the shouting had stopped until you were walking out of the door. Your eyes fell on her, shooting her an evil glare.

You didn’t mean to be mean to Abby, she was always sweet to you (sometimes, too sweet. like when she held onto your thigh during the ride to the last scar base, but you wouldn’t tell anyone about that), but she was friends with Nora. And right now, there was nothing but hate in your heart for her.

You quickly scrambled away, trying to put as much distance between yourself and Nora as quickly as you could. Abby watched with saddened eyes. You seemed so small, so defeated. She hated seeing you like that. “What are you doing?” Nora’s voice interrupted her thoughts. Abby couldn’t help the nasty look she sent Nora’s way. She didn’t respond to her question and Abby's muscled shouder bumped against Nora’s as she forced her way inside the door.

There was no sign of you for a few days. The chatter didn’t stop, but the tone of it changed. There were no more outward declarations of how cute you guys were together, but, instead, there were hushed whispers of people wondering why they hadn’t seen you two together. Abby knew the answer and knew how much the truth would shake the WLF community, but she respected you too much to tell your business to anyone.

The knocks on Abby’s door only added to the headache she was currently nursing. The patrol she had been sent on was awful. There were scars pretty much every time turn and her group was severely under-manned. All she wanted was some peace and quiet, and maybe to take a nap.

However, her annoyance completely dissipated once she opened the door. There you stood, avoiding eye contact with her. “Oh,” she said softly, “what’s up?” Abby tried to ignore the deep circles around your eyes as you spoke, “Is Nora here? I just want to grab my things.” Abby was surprised at how your voice sounded. You weren’t sad or mournful, you seemed to be more angry, more jaded.

“Yeah, yeah,” Abby felt awkward. You’d never been in the room alone with her before, “Come on in.” She stepped back, holding the door open for you. You hesitated before you stepped in, and even stopped to scan over Nora’s side of the room before you started making your way over to the dresser she had on the side. You opened the bottom drawer, the one Abby knew had been designated yours, quite aggressively. The whole dresser shook with the force you used, but you didn’t reach in to grab anything. You just stared your belongings in the open drawer.

Abby’s eyes couldn’t leave your form. You felt her stare burning into the back of your head. You knew Abby and you had a special relationship. You cared deeply for her, and she definitely cared deeply for you. What you two had was more than platonic, but you were with Nora. Were? Are? Will be? You weren’t sure. You loved her and hated her at the same time. You wanted to be with her, but you also wanted to be as far from her as possible.

You didn’t notice the frustrated groan you let out at your thoughts, but Abby definitely did. She shifted from her place on her own bed. Her body subconsciously moved closer to you, not liking that you were upset. “Hey, you okay?”

“No!” you exasperated, “I hate her, Abby!” You hadn’t even meant to let the words slip. You weren’t even sure if you meant them. Abby was frozen in her spot, not knowing what to do, as more words fell from your mouth, “I hate her, and I love her at the same time! I want to hurt her like she hurts me but I never want to see her cry! I get so angry and then I miss her and I get sad! I don’t know what to do!” Angry tears had begun to slip down your cheeks. You were glad Abby couldn’t see them. You didn’t want to embarrass yourself in front of her (even though there was no chance in hell you could. abby would’ve wiped the tears off of your face and pressed her lips against the trails they left if you would let her).

Abby was surprised at the lack of sadness in your tone. There was nothing but anger as you spit out such confusing words. Abby’s eyebrows furrowed as she tried to decipher what to say next. She didn’t like seeing you angry and she wanted to do everything in her power to make sure you were happy again, she just wasn’t sure how. All you could muster was, “Do you need a bag to put stuff in?”

At this, you finally turned around to face her, only after wiping the remnants of your tears. Your eyes scanned her body. She looked beautiful, sitting on her bed. The way she was manspreading was so inviting, you just wanted to plant yourself in her lap and never leave. “I want to get her back, Abby.” You declared. Your tone had shifted. It was dark, truly conveying the anger you were holding.

“How?” Abby inquired. Her brain also began conjuring ideas. She would help you get your revenge in whatever way she could. She could help you make Nora jealous. She’d do whatever she could, especially if it meant she got to be close to you. She would do whatever you asked (but you didn’t know that. yet.)

You stepped closer to Abby and let out a gentle, “hmmm”, indicating that you were thinking. After a few seconds, you, with a cunning grin on your face, said, “I want to make her jealous. I want to make her feel really bad.” The look on your face had Abby breaking into a smile, “how are you gonna do that?”

“You’re going to help me.” You declared. Abby’s smile fell at your words. “H-how?” She stuttered out. God, she wanted you to use her in any way you could. She would do anything you asked. And now, here you are, asking.

“I don’t know,” you sighed in defeat. It’s hard to plot revenge on someone you still had feelings for. “Do you have any ideas?”

Of course, she had ideas. She could think of a million and one ways to make Nora jealous. She could kiss you in front of her, hold your hand in front of her, look at you with loving eyes in front of her, fuck you on her bed, cuddle up with you in Abby’s own bed when she knows that Nora would be coming back, she could do absolutely anything. And it would take no acting on her part. It would be believable because it would be real.

“No,” she lied straight through her teeth, “I don’t know.” You let out another frustrated groan. “It can’t be too bad, y’know? I love her. What if we get back together?” You rambled again. Abby’s heart was breaking at your words. She couldn’t help the attitude she gave you as she spoke, “You just said you want to make her feel bad.”

“I know, and I do, but not like ruin her life. I just want her to hurt like I do, Abby.��

Abby wanted to be mad at you. She wanted you to know how bad you were hurting her. She wanted you to know how much she loved you. She was feeling exactly like you did, only her hurt and confusion were focused on you, while yours was on Nora.

It was silent in the room as she worked through her thoughts. She was beginning to understand how you felt. She understood your heartbreak, as she was feeling it too.

“I don’t know, y/n,” she was the one sighing in defeat, “maybe just sleep it off? This isn’t the first time you guys have fought. She always makes it up to you.” She laid back into her bed, staring at the ceiling. Her emotions were always written across her face and she did not you to be able to read her.

You huffed out one last sigh, kicking your drawer closed. “You’re right. I don’t know why I get so worked up.” You straightened yourself out, making your way to the door. “Thanks for talking this out with me, Abs. I feel a lot better.”

She mumbled out a, “Yeah, anytime,” as you walked out the door.

#i wrote this while watching the episode of cm where haley d*es so sorry if its bad #abby anderson imagine #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson #abby tlou #abby the last of us #abby x reader #abby anderson x you #abby anderson angst #abby anderson x y/n #abby anderson x female reader #tlou x you #tlou blurb #tlou x reader #tlou imagine #tlou angst #pandemic prose

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