valentine’s day theme fic for spencer x reader and he gives them a doctor’s note telling them that he’s sick and the doctor prescribed a kiss

A/N: First Blurb of the Valentine's party! I loved this idea and I immediately had so many thoughts I hope you like this and have a lovely day

Spencer x fem

The Doctors Medicine

Spencer sat at his desk, feeling the weight of a long day on his shoulders. He had been working non-stop for the past few days, and now his body was starting to feel the effects of all the stress and exhaustion.

He leaned back in his chair and rubbed his temples, trying to ease the ache that had settled there. He still had one last stack of reports to finish before he and Y/N could go home. Just then Y/N  walked into the bullpen and approached Spencer’s desk looking concerned.

"Spencer, are you okay?" she asked, placing a hand on his forehead. "You look really tired."

Spencer smiled weakly, feeling a warmth spread through his chest at her touch. "Just jet lag I think from the last case, and I’ve got this bad migraine coming I think. To be honest we’ve all been working a lot lately," he said. "I think I just need a little break."

Y/N nodded, looking thoughtful. "I think you're right," she said. "Maybe you should go see a doctor."

Spencer raised an eyebrow. "A doctor? But I'm not really that sick, Y/N."

Y/N crossed her arms, giving him a stern look. "Spencer, you need to take care of yourself. You can't keep pushing yourself like this. I'm worried about you."

Spencer sighed, knowing that she was right. He stood up, feeling a little unsteady on his feet. "Okay," he said. "I'll go see a doctor."

That night he called his physician to try and get the soonest available appointment, as he knew if he left it any longer Y/N would continue to give him that stern look that he always hates.. He walked down the hall to the doctor's office, feeling a sense of resignation settling over him. He didn't really want to go, but he knew that Y/N was right - he needed to take care of himself.

The doctor examined him carefully, taking his pulse and listening to his heart. "Well, Dr. Reid," he said finally. "It looks like you're just a little run down. I'm prescribing a kiss."

Spencer raised an eyebrow, surprised. "A kiss?, are you sure Doctor not some Advil, or any herbal remedies or an IV Drip?”

The doctor nodded, a twinkle in her eye. "Yes, a kiss. It's been scientifically proven to have a therapeutic effect on the body. So go ahead, give your girlfriend a kiss and see how you feel. Also some rest and Advil should do the trick as well"

Spencer chuckled, feeling a lightness settle over him. 

The next day he walked back to his desk, where Mia was waiting.

"What did the doctor say?" she asked, looking concerned.

Spencer smiled, feeling a warmth spread through his chest. He took her hand and looked into her eyes, then leaned in and pressed his lips to hers.

As he pulled away, he felt a sense of happiness and contentment that he had never felt before. "She prescribed a kiss," he said, grinning. "And I have to say, it seems to be working."

Y/N laughed, looking happy and relieved. "Well, I'm glad you're feeling better," she said, wrapping her arms around him. "And I'm happy to be your medicine."

Spencer hugged her back, feeling grateful for her love and support. He knew that he was lucky to have her in his life, and he would do anything to make sure she was happy and healthy, just like she was doing for him now.

And as he looked into her eyes, he felt a deep sense of contentment, knowing that he was exactly where he was meant to be.

Who you gonna call? Not me!

(Ewan and Deen thread: Reason prompt)

Rumors have started to float around Garreg Mach's halls about a ghastly young woman haunting the monastery. Many claim to have seen a young woman in wedding white with a haunting expression on her face, though it seems nobody can agree on exactly where she was seen. The only natural choice to be made here is to go and investigate these sightings and figure out whether the woman is real or merely a figment of the student body's imagination. [Grants Reason +1]

@valenties

Ooooh, why did he have to forget his tome today of all days…. It was late at night already, the moon shining high. Most of the students were sleeping, but there was one red headed boy who was still awake. The reason? His beloved tome, in which he kept all his notes, was left forgotten in the library, on the second floor of the monastery.

He really didn’t want to go, but it had important notes he needed for tomorrow… it didn’t help that the exact hallways leading to the library are where the rumor started about a ghostly woman in white.

(No need to panic Ewan, you’re a big boy! Ghosts aren’t real… really….) He thought to himself, as he slowly crept out of his room. Just up the stairs in the main hallway… he was going to be fine. Ghosts aren’t real, they’re just scary stories.. right?

As he made his way through the halls, panic flashed through his eyes each time he heard so much as a creak, the slightest noise or movement causing his hairs to stand on end. His eyes were darting around every which way, looking out for anything scary suspicious.

Okay.. he was almost there.. almost there…

   ੈ‧₊ 。━━━━━ ✧⁺∗ ❛⠀ 、 sunshower !

              her vision hazes under the phosphene of  rain  &  sunlight ,         what a stupidly nonsensical weather pattern. a super dumb and weird meteorological phenomenon that was far too unlikely to be common. the mage draws out a long winded sigh. someone else matches her sigh at nearly the exact time, she jumps in mid-step, slightly startled. she starts looking down the corridor seeing she isn't the only one fooled by the weather as just a few steps away there was a swordsman arms crossed over his chest; clearly not liking the weather.  delthea tilts her head and squints as she sticks her hand to see if her eyes weren't just playing tricks on her.       “   uuuuggggghhh ew, it really is raining.   ”   she murmurs to herself before shifting her gaze to the sellsword still looking at the blazing sun between the heavy rain.     “    doesn't the sparring hall have an open rooftop or something like that? that's gotta suck for you.   ”    delthea frowns and unconsciously matches the other's stance; arms crossed over her chest.    “   mmmm well now that i think about it..... it sucks for me too honestly. fire magicks in the rain feel so much weaker.  ”    a sharp exhale rattles once again in her lungs, looking over at her companion in suffering. she noticed he looked rather familiar but the sorceress couldn't pinpoint it... well it wouldn't hurt to ask, right?   “   oh, i'm delthea, by the way!  sorry if this sounds odd but im not good with names, but i do know faces. have i met you somewhere before ?  ”  

ੈ‧₊ 。━━━━━ ✧⁺∗ ❛⠀ 、 starter for @valenties!

       To see a kid, Emma was it? Who was young, perhaps far too young being a warrior... it made him feel sick. He began training at a young age, perhaps far too young but he didn’t join the Zofian army until he was of age, this girl was completely different. Where she came from either allowed children, because that’s what she was, fight earlier than he would deem as normal or he didn’t understand what she was doing being able to wield a weapon.

       It wasn’t his business, but the caring part of him he thought he buried long ago but, couldn’t help but feel... worried? sad? for her. Although she didn’t show any sign of being bothered by it at all, for all he had seen her do with everyone else, she seemed happy with her life, that was... good, yes, good. But death, no matter how well one tries to handle it... it’s hard to deal with, he understood that far too well and to his own thoughts, a child should be allowed to be that, a child.

       He places a piece of candy on her hand, luckily he managed to buy a small bag of candies—a little pleasure he allowed himself occasionally—on the last village they stopped by one gone wouldn’t hurt.  ❝ Here, eat it... if you want. ❞

emma is one of the youngest of the army;   this,   she knows is a flaw of her own.  she sees it in the gazes she’s given as she mounts her pegasus,   berry,   and takes to the skies for a mission.   it’s why randal gets that nervous,   twitching look on his face whenever she declares herself ready for training.   too many a nation she’s traveled within to be even slightly concerned with the doubts of others.   if it’s their worry for her,   it only causes them to struggle in the near   -   future.   still,   it’s surprising when the plastic   -   wrapped candy is placed in her hand.   especially when emma glances up at the very scarred face that earlier watched her in worry as she tipped from berry’s saddle.

(   no one,   not even randal,   understands that she has to tip at that specific angle on top of berry in order for the hit to actually...   hit!   )

“   wow,   sir!   ”   emma exclaims,   smiling up at deen with gleaming eyes.   “   did you save a piece for yourself?   that way,   we can both enjoy candy.   ”   she looks back down and rolls the candy in her palm,   eagerness easily causing her fingers to tremble.   or,   she might just be hungry in general.   that,   she wouldn’t be sure of;   randal would scold her for skipping the last meal everyone shared together but in her defense,   she had been napping after a looong time of training!

curious and maybe hungry,   emma pulls at the wrapper.   “   what flavor is it?   ”

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Catch / Nav at Phina >:)

Really, he's just too funny. Mr. Tough Guy Swordsman who isn't afraid of anything except his Big Bad Feelings. And not even bad feelings! Just regular, every day, maybe I don't want to see the person I've been traveling with for awhile now hurt type of feelings. As annoying as his absolute denial is, Phina does find it amusing how stubborn Navarre can be.

She thinks she has an idea though. Just a little, harmless trick to get him to realize he's a better person than he keeps claiming to be. All she has to do is step like that, give a little twist of her foot aaaand oh no she's falling!

She could catch herself quickly if she wanted, give a twirl and deftly spin back upright. But there'd be no fun in that. No point to prove or told ya so moment. Instead, the dancer lets herself fall, confident that a strong arm will reach out and grab her by the waist to save her from landing in the dirt.

And look at that! It does!

"Heehee, careful Navarre! Keep doing things like that and I might start thinking you care about me!"

val day woao x fawo akty dump ! they're so cute 🥹

miscellaneous bmw (and xavier)

minkowski commanding

Valentina Grishko

for da teddies <3

Comm for @differenteagletragedy! Baxter hoarding the spotlight why not

Valenti Vitel