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don’t think too hard whenever i write children. time is a paradox in my fics, just enjoy the ride.
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Fanfic writers are like crows. If you give them treats (comments) they will bring you shiny things (fanfic)
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heyyy idk if you write angst but imagine a killer only targeting like singers at a bar (or like anywhere really) and reader is the one going undercover and has a crush on spencer but knows he likes jj and this song is your best American girl by Mitski
this will be like sea1 reid since his crush was more active. also lacy by olivia rodrigo also works with this request. yeah this album came out in 2016 and im doing 2005 spence…so what?
this killer was targeting buskers on the street, specifically singers. definitely a unique case where the puzzle pieces took a little longer, the victims weren’t in the same vicinity or even connected. just singers on the streets.
so with not much else for the moment, you volunteered yourself to draw attention. everyone was hesitant but you insisted, plus you use to do choir in high school. so the following night you took an empty spot where the killer struck last.
“try doing an emotional song. maybe he connects with your feelings of something and sees his killing as a mercy,” derek spoke through your ear piece as you messed with your microphone.
your eyes landed on spencer and jj off in the distance, your brain catching up and thinking of a song. clearing your throat and tapping the mic, you introduced yourself and the song of choice.
“your best american girl by mitski.” getting an instrumental version pulled up to guide you. you started soft, nervous as you kept your eyes closed trying to find your rhythm.
“your the sun, you’ve never seen the night. but you hear it’s song from the morning birds.” a breeze tickled your skin as you reopened your eyes to find spencer staring over at jj while she scanned the area. your heart deflated.
“well, i’m not the moon, i’m not even a star. but awake at night i’ll be singing to the birds.” throat getting a bit choked. knowing that you’re nowhere within his orbit while she is always a spot in his heart.
“got eyes on a sketchy guy, three o’clock.” jj’s voice echoed in your ears causing you to stutter on a line. quickly wrapping up you decided to do one more song to see if the suspect will stick around.
“this next song is lacy.”
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Steve and reader going on holiday
the rushing waves of the california beach side was a welcomed white noise. the bickering happening beside you, not so much.
“you looked like a beached whale. thought the waves were gonna take you.” “and you’re starting to look like a human tomato. pretty sure you’ll look forty once you hit twenty.” you couldn’t help the tiny smile on your lips, dustin and steve were going at each other. mostly because dustin kinda crashed your couple’s only vacation.
“boys, leave each other alone.” trying to be the reasonable adult. also wanting them to just shut up for a little. you looked away from your book to see them pouting at each other before steve moved closer into your space and kissed your forehead.
“sorry baby. i’d bury henderson in the sand, but i don’t want to worry about being reported.” joking but you could tell by the look in his eyes that he actually thought about that scenario.
you hummed, “well i heard that lucas’s family along with max are coming out tomorrow. so just one more day of him with us and then it’s just the two of us.” making sure to put emphasis on two of us.
steve sighed dramatically, “oh thank god. the twirp is draining my bank account when that was all for you.” he reached for your calf and squeezed lovingly.
you smiled at steve when a thought came to mind, “plus it’s kinda practice for when we have our own kid on vacation. we enjoy having dustin here but we can’t exactly ditch him even if we want.” eyeing the teen who was working on building a structured sandcastle. “and it’s free entertainment for me watching the both of you.”
“your already thinking about bringing our own kid on vacation?” steve’s voice was soft and dreamy. his eyes melted on you as you shrugged simply, not ashamed by your comment.
“oh course. i plan to spend the rest of my life with you.”
steve didn’t bother saying anything, instead holding your cheeks in his palms and kissing you directly onto the lips, soft and sweet before he started to get a bit daring for a public space.
“oh barf! get a room sickos!” you heard dustin screech. you freed a hand to flip him off and guessed steve joined along.
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Steve and reader going on holiday
the rushing waves of the california beach side was a welcomed white noise. the bickering happening beside you, not so much.
“you looked like a beached whale. thought the waves were gonna take you.” “and you’re starting to look like a human tomato. pretty sure you’ll look forty once you hit twenty.” you couldn’t help the tiny smile on your lips, dustin and steve were going at each other. mostly because dustin kinda crashed your couple’s only vacation.
“boys, leave each other alone.” trying to be the reasonable adult. also wanting them to just shut up for a little. you looked away from your book to see them pouting at each other before steve moved closer into your space and kissed your forehead.
“sorry baby. i’d bury henderson in the sand, but i don’t want to worry about being reported.” joking but you could tell by the look in his eyes that he actually thought about that scenario.
you hummed, “well i heard that lucas’s family along with max are coming out tomorrow. so just one more day of him with us and then it’s just the two of us.” making sure to put emphasis on two of us.
steve sighed dramatically, “oh thank god. the twirp is draining my bank account when that was all for you.” he reached for your calf and squeezed lovingly.
you smiled at steve when a thought came to mind, “plus it’s kinda practice for when we have our own kid on vacation. we enjoy having dustin here but we can’t exactly ditch him even if we want.” eyeing the teen who was working on building a structured sandcastle. “and it’s free entertainment for me watching the both of you.”
“your already thinking about bringing our own kid on vacation?” steve’s voice was soft and dreamy. his eyes melted on you as you shrugged simply, not ashamed by your comment.
“oh course. i plan to spend the rest of my life with you.”
steve didn’t bother saying anything, instead holding your cheeks in his palms and kissing you directly onto the lips, soft and sweet before he started to get a bit daring for a public space.
“oh barf! get a room sickos!” you heard dustin screech. you freed a hand to flip him off and guessed steve joined along.
#erin writes steve#erin’s blurb requests#a 1k special#steve harrington blurb#steve harrington fic#steve harrington fluff#steve harrington stranger things#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington imagine#stranger things fanfic
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heyyy idk if you write angst but imagine a killer only targeting like singers at a bar (or like anywhere really) and reader is the one going undercover and has a crush on spencer but knows he likes jj and this song is your best American girl by Mitski
this will be like sea1 reid since his crush was more active. also lacy by olivia rodrigo also works with this request. yeah this album came out in 2016 and im doing 2005 spence…so what?
this killer was targeting buskers on the street, specifically singers. definitely a unique case where the puzzle pieces took a little longer, the victims weren’t in the same vicinity or even connected. just singers on the streets.
so with not much else for the moment, you volunteered yourself to draw attention. everyone was hesitant but you insisted, plus you use to do choir in high school. so the following night you took an empty spot where the killer struck last.
“try doing an emotional song. maybe he connects with your feelings of something and sees his killing as a mercy,” derek spoke through your ear piece as you messed with your microphone.
your eyes landed on spencer and jj off in the distance, your brain catching up and thinking of a song. clearing your throat and tapping the mic, you introduced yourself and the song of choice.
“your best american girl by mitski.” getting an instrumental version pulled up to guide you. you started soft, nervous as you kept your eyes closed trying to find your rhythm.
“your the sun, you’ve never seen the night. but you hear it’s song from the morning birds.” a breeze tickled your skin as you reopened your eyes to find spencer staring over at jj while she scanned the area. your heart deflated.
“well, i’m not the moon, i’m not even a star. but awake at night i’ll be singing to the birds.” throat getting a bit choked. knowing that you’re nowhere within his orbit while she is always a spot in his heart.
“got eyes on a sketchy guy, three o’clock.” jj’s voice echoed in your ears causing you to stutter on a line. quickly wrapping up you decided to do one more song to see if the suspect will stick around.
“this next song is lacy.”
#erin writes spencer#erin’s blurb requests#a 1k special#spencer reid x gn!reader#spencer reid x fem!reader#spencer reid imagine#spencer reid angst#spencer reid fanfiction#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid#criminal minds x reader#criminal minds imagine
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city of angels | s.r. x liaison!fem reader
a/n: of course there is a 1x18 blurb. essential for spencer fics.
“enjoy your swim?” not able to hide the bite of sarcasm as you eyed the soaking spencer reid.
he looked embarrassed as he toweled off his hair, trying to soak up his clothing. “uh, it’s- it’s not what- she pulled me in.” rolling his lips into a straight line, eyes bouncing around.
you hummed and looked at the confiscated camera in your grasp, “so these pictures of you two kissing is, also nothing?” a harsh glare pointed at the doctor, tone dripping with judgment.
he stayed quiet, his mouth was opening and closing, not able to respond. you pursed your lips and nodded, “okay, well i hope it was worth it. putting both of your lives in danger for a little…taste.” walking off before more could be said from either of you.
you handed over the evidence to one of the cops saying that there was photos of lila and spencer in the pool, kissing. your stomach went nauseous at the word. you excused yourself from the actresses house to walk towards one of the black suvs and leaned your back against the hood.
crossed arms over your chest as your chin leaned to your collarbone, mouth twisting as your felt your eyes grow misty. a hiccuped cough escaped when you tried to suppress an impending whimper.
“you okay?” a male voice startled you. you jumped and saw hotch standing straight as his resting face stared at you.
you lightly rubbed at your left cheek and messed with your hair, “yeah. yeah i’m fine. just- just need some air for a minute.” fixing your clothing and stepping away from the car, “did- did the photographer mention anything?” trying to change the subject.
hotch watched you for moment then replied, “nothing yet. says he doesn’t want to give up his inside source.” a tilt of his head, “spencer’s asking for you.” his usual neutral tone with a hint of concern.
you licked your lips and looked off to the side, “not- not to be unprofessional, but i’m kinda upset with him right now.” sweeping a foot over the gravel of ms. archer’s driveway.
hotch hummed, “would this happen to pertain to some photos?” you didn’t responded, just looked up to see hotch stuff his hands into his suit pants pockets, he gave slight raise of his brows.
“…he could’ve gotten hurt. she could’ve gotten hurt. he’s lucky it was just the photographer and not some lunatic with a gun. i- i don’t want him hurt.” waving your hands around then slapping your palms to your outer thighs. one half of the truth.
hotch nodded, “he knows what he did was wrong and unprofessional, especially in this dire situation. but i think the two of you need to properly talk this out, we can’t have this affecting your work.” and then he returned to the house leaving you alone to think.
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city of angels | s.r. x liaison!fem reader
a/n: of course there is a 1x18 blurb. essential for spencer fics.
“enjoy your swim?” not able to hide the bite of sarcasm as you eyed the soaking spencer reid.
he looked embarrassed as he toweled off his hair, trying to soak up his clothing. “uh, it’s- it’s not what- she pulled me in.” rolling his lips into a straight line, eyes bouncing around.
you hummed and looked at the confiscated camera in your grasp, “so these pictures of you two kissing is, also nothing?” a harsh glare pointed at the doctor, tone dripping with judgment.
he stayed quiet, his mouth was opening and closing, not able to respond. you pursed your lips and nodded, “okay, well i hope it was worth it. putting both of your lives in danger for a little…taste.” walking off before more could be said from either of you.
you handed over the evidence to one of the cops saying that there was photos of lila and spencer in the pool, kissing. your stomach went nauseous at the word. you excused yourself from the actresses house to walk towards one of the black suvs and leaned your back against the hood.
crossed arms over your chest as your chin leaned to your collarbone, mouth twisting as your felt your eyes grow misty. a hiccuped cough escaped when you tried to suppress an impending whimper.
“you okay?” a male voice startled you. you jumped and saw hotch standing straight as his resting face stared at you.
you lightly rubbed at your left cheek and messed with your hair, “yeah. yeah i’m fine. just- just need some air for a minute.” fixing your clothing and stepping away from the car, “did- did the photographer mention anything?” trying to change the subject.
hotch watched you for moment then replied, “nothing yet. says he doesn’t want to give up his inside source.” a tilt of his head, “spencer’s asking for you.” his usual neutral tone with a hint of concern.
you licked your lips and looked off to the side, “not- not to be unprofessional, but i’m kinda upset with him right now.” sweeping a foot over the gravel of ms. archer’s driveway.
hotch hummed, “would this happen to pertain to some photos?” you didn’t responded, just looked up to see hotch stuff his hands into his suit pants pockets, he gave slight raise of his brows.
“…he could’ve gotten hurt. she could’ve gotten hurt. he’s lucky it was just the photographer and not some lunatic with a gun. i- i don’t want him hurt.” waving your hands around then slapping your palms to your outer thighs. one half of the truth.
hotch nodded, “he knows what he did was wrong and unprofessional, especially in this dire situation. but i think the two of you need to properly talk this out, we can’t have this affecting your work.” and then he returned to the house leaving you alone to think.
#erin writes spencer#spencer reid x fem!reader#spencer reid fluff#spencer reid imagine#spencer reid angst#spencer reid fanfiction#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid#spencer reid x liaison!reader#criminal minds x reader#criminal minds imagine
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Hiii! Could you imagine one where the reader finds out she's pregnant during one of Spencer's missions and when he comes home she has a crisis and ends up feeling ill and Spencer doesn't know how to help and the reader doesn't know how to tell him she's pregnant. (Both are already married)
i took this opportunity to set my pregnant!reader series into the future cause i already planned for them to have another child. request is tweaked justttt a little.
“my dear sweet penny, can you hit me with a bus? i want this misery to end.” you’ve been hit with the worst stomach bug or flu or just something that’s been lasting since spencer went on his case, five days ago.
your mom took your daughter for the day when you realized you weren’t getting out of bed anytime soon and you called in your reinforcement of one penelope garcia. the case ended yesterday but the team had to stay an extra day due to weather in their state, so penelope has been keeping you company for the past two days. it was nice to have an adult conversation instead of bluey and the same princess movies.
“okay, if you’re pleading for death that means it’s time to head over to a hospital. i don’t want spencer to hypothetically bite my head off if something happens to you.” her bright blonde hair was your shining sun in your darkened bedroom. and her jewelry were loud gongs with each step she took. “i hate to sound like a bitch but can you like, be the opposite of yourself today?” moaning and groaning as you tried pushing off the tossed sheets.
“yeah, you need a doctor. cause and i quote ‘penny if i even say to change yourself i’ve been abducted and that’s an alien.’ hopefully they can give you good drugs.”
at the hospital they took some blood, made you pee and just did a bunch of other check ups when it was shown you were sick with anything. so after an hour or so your doctor renters the sterile room with his clipboard and a poker face. “well, you’re not sick, but you are pregnant. we’ll get an ultrasound in here to check on the fetus.” talk talk talk and then he left again, leaving you and penelope open mouthed shocked.
“holy shit,” breathing out as your hand rubbed over your still small belly. “i told spencer i couldn’t keep my hands to myself.” telling that to the ceiling.
“oh, i’ll have another godchild! i’m so happy to live vicariously through you.” penelope stood at your side and smiled down at you. you turned your head towards her, “you know when they’re older, you’ll be our go-to babysitter then. so just be prepared for that.”
with the ultrasound done they confirmed you were almost done with your first trimester and that left you a bit shocked. you were three months pregnant but didn’t know, now you understand how some of those other ladies feel. but you were excited for another, but then you were done, seriously.
you tried calling spencer after leaving but his phone when to voicemail, but you didn’t think anything of it. probably feel asleep or out doing something with his team. so when you arrived to your mom’s place you were a bit surprised to see your husband holding your daughter and swinging her around.
“you’re back!” penny the first to speak and move further into the home. spencer and anna both turned their heads and smiled at the bright lady. “auntie penny!” your annabeth squealed with an arm out.
she happily took her from spencer’s hold and moved her away so you could talk with spencer. his puppy eyes and downturn mouth made your heart soar, oh how he’s gonna get you into so much trouble.
“you feeling better? your mom said it’s been a week.” pulling you into his hold, cheek pressed into his chest as his palms rubbed over your shoulder blades and spine. you sighed, “yeah, penny took me to the doctor. turns out i wasn’t sick… i was- i am pregnant.”
spencer’s hands stopped and leaned back, “what?” his brows raised into his curling locks. “how far along?” “three months…” biting into your bottom lip as you watched him go through his mental calendar. you both knew your period was irregular, that’s why you didn’t think anything of it.
“so it must’ve been sometime after annie’s fourth birthday,” spencer came to the conclusion. leaned in to peck your forehead, “are you okay with another?” always making sure you were okay with the decision.
you smiled up at him with a twinkle in your eyes, “absolutely.”
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summer loving | s.h. x fem!reader
the sky was clear, dazzling blue stretched for miles with only a few specks of fluffy white clouds floating by. the sun was shining and bringing a comforting warmth, enjoyable with a cool breeze before the real heat entered the summer.
there was an outstretched hands caressing at your right cheek while the faint breeze tickled at bits of your hair causing them to swirl on the air. the hem of your sundress would flutter up high then drop back to the middle of your thigh, luckily there wasn’t anyone else in the field just you and-
“baby, you asleep?” a low, gruff voice asked the question beside you. the only other noise beside your radio playing faint off to the side.
with squinted eyes and a smushed cheek, you were greeted at the sight of steve harrington staring into your soul. an arm bent and tucked under his arm for a cushion as his rough fingertips swept near the corner of your eye. his blue and white striped polo was hugging tight to his sunkissed biceps and swole chest, light blue levi’s snug around his thighs.
his usually clean shaven face was starting to darkens with bits of stubble growing on his top lip and jawline. his kisses are gonna start tickling and scratching at your thighs.
steve smiled your way, “there she is. my pretty baby.” his fingers dropped to sit on your jaw and neck, pinky sitting behind your ear. “my own personal sunflower, glowing and thriving in the rays.” a thickness to his words that stirred your stomach.
you chuckled at his affection, “and you say you’re not romantic.” kicking a barefoot to nudge at his calf.
steve rolled his eyes, “only around you do i become sweet and poetic. like shakespeare or that- that poe guy you quote in english.”
“you don’t want to be poe, pretty sure he married his cousin.” a pout to your lips as your recalled the information.
steve pursed his lips, “well now you just killed the mood. was gonna start making out-“
“nope, don’t back track,” grabbing onto his shirt to keep him from rolling away. he laughed prettily at your serious tone before changing his positioning. “see someone’s in need of some special treatment.”
from laying on his side he moved off the yellow picnic blanket and moved the hand that was on your face to beside your head and the other sat beside your clothed hip. steve also nudge a thigh between your legs, one down the over bent, causing your baby pink panties to show themselves.
“fuck, i’m the luckiest man in the world.” he whispered while letting his eyes run over your warm face. your chest moved with each breath causing the small s pendent necklace to reflect the beaming light off the metal.
“well i’d say i’m the luckiest in the world.” palms settling at the hem of steve’s shirt, pushing it up a bit to see a sliver of freckles and dark body hair. your bent knee brushed against his outer thigh, the denim a welcomed rough material.
steve smiled then leaned in so his lips could finally melt into yours. he tasted sweet from the strawberries you packed and shared mixed with a bit of citrus from the homemade lemonade you tired over. you hummed into his mouth, pushing your chest up to feel him closer.
steve dropped to his forearm, his weight making your heart race. his rhythm was slow and intoxicating, his tongue twisting with yours causing a moan to echo in the air. you traveled your hands from his torso up to the back up his head and sank your nails into his growing locks, letting your nails scratch at his scalp.
steve pulled away from a moment to say, “i really want to have sex right now, but i’m trying to a romantic boyfriend. and i don’t know how you feel about the possibility of getting caught by anyone.” and you could feel his excitement brush against you.
you bit into your bottom lip and you actually thought about it, then looked into his eyes as you said, “i’m feeling a little adventurous.”
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a/n: i don’t know.
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hey could you do liason reader that gets shot when they're on a case with boyfriend Spencer it's fine if not thank youuu xx
boy-boy-boyfriend spence!
“we need to close off this area. there is an active shooter hiding in the woods and we need to send our team in.” trying to communicate the severity of the situation with the local police.
there was a heavily wooded area right next to a public park, there was families and young ones scattered over the grassy field and equipment. “don’t try to panic them. just ask them to grab their valuables and head home.”
you watched as people hurried around, picking their small children up and rushing off. it was almost clear until you noticed a young boy standing close to the tree-line. you rushed over to his side, “hey buddy,” crouching to his level as you kept a soft voice.
“do you know where your parents are?” taking note of how dirty his clothes and arms appeared, along with how pale and skinny his face was looking.
the boys lip wobbled, “he took them.” looking over his shoulder and pointed behind him. you followed his line to see a pair of eyes watching you both and getting closer, you panicked.
“spen-“ a loud bang cut off your yell and you were knocked to the ground. there was a high ringing in your ears that mixed with a pitched scream and many yells. you tried sitting up but a sharp pain in your stomach made you groan and give up.
“hey i’m right here,” spencer’s face leaned over yours then a strong pressure was added to your body causing you to groan deeply. “i know, i know. and ambulance is on their way. you’re gonna be okay.”
“the- the kid-“ “hotch, morgan and emily are after him. i’m staying right here with you though.” making sure your eyes stayed open as he kept moving his head to follow your gaze.
a tear slipped free, “it- it hurts.” spencer gave a kiss to your forehead, “i know, love. just a little longer and then you’ll be better. i won’t leave your side.”
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hey could you do liason reader that gets shot when they're on a case with boyfriend Spencer it's fine if not thank youuu xx
boy-boy-boyfriend spence!
“we need to close off this area. there is an active shooter hiding in the woods and we need to send our team in.” trying to communicate the severity of the situation with the local police.
there was a heavily wooded area right next to a public park, there was families and young ones scattered over the grassy field and equipment. “don’t try to panic them. just ask them to grab their valuables and head home.”
you watched as people hurried around, picking their small children up and rushing off. it was almost clear until you noticed a young boy standing close to the tree-line. you rushed over to his side, “hey buddy,” crouching to his level as you kept a soft voice.
“do you know where your parents are?” taking note of how dirty his clothes and arms appeared, along with how pale and skinny his face was looking.
the boys lip wobbled, “he took them.” looking over his shoulder and pointed behind him. you followed his line to see a pair of eyes watching you both and getting closer, you panicked.
“spen-“ a loud bang cut off your yell and you were knocked to the ground. there was a high ringing in your ears that mixed with a pitched scream and many yells. you tried sitting up but a sharp pain in your stomach made you groan and give up.
“hey i’m right here,” spencer’s face leaned over yours then a strong pressure was added to your body causing you to groan deeply. “i know, i know. and ambulance is on their way. you’re gonna be okay.”
“the- the kid-“ “hotch, morgan and emily are after him. i’m staying right here with you though.” making sure your eyes stayed open as he kept moving his head to follow your gaze.
a tear slipped free, “it- it hurts.” spencer gave a kiss to your forehead, “i know, love. just a little longer and then you’ll be better. i won’t leave your side.”
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summer loving | s.h. x fem!reader
the sky was clear, dazzling blue stretched for miles with only a few specks of fluffy white clouds floating by. the sun was shining and bringing a comforting warmth, enjoyable with a cool breeze before the real heat entered the summer.
there was an outstretched hands caressing at your right cheek while the faint breeze tickled at bits of your hair causing them to swirl on the air. the hem of your sundress would flutter up high then drop back to the middle of your thigh, luckily there wasn’t anyone else in the field just you and-
“baby, you asleep?” a low, gruff voice asked the question beside you. the only other noise beside your radio playing faint off to the side.
with squinted eyes and a smushed cheek, you were greeted at the sight of steve harrington staring into your soul. an arm bent and tucked under his arm for a cushion as his rough fingertips swept near the corner of your eye. his blue and white striped polo was hugging tight to his sunkissed biceps and swole chest, light blue levi’s snug around his thighs.
his usually clean shaven face was starting to darkens with bits of stubble growing on his top lip and jawline. his kisses are gonna start tickling and scratching at your thighs.
steve smiled your way, “there she is. my pretty baby.” his fingers dropped to sit on your jaw and neck, pinky sitting behind your ear. “my own personal sunflower, glowing and thriving in the rays.” a thickness to his words that stirred your stomach.
you chuckled at his affection, “and you say you’re not romantic.” kicking a barefoot to nudge at his calf.
steve rolled his eyes, “only around you do i become sweet and poetic. like shakespeare or that- that poe guy you quote in english.”
“you don’t want to be poe, pretty sure he married his cousin.” a pout to your lips as your recalled the information.
steve pursed his lips, “well now you just killed the mood. was gonna start making out-“
“nope, don’t back track,” grabbing onto his shirt to keep him from rolling away. he laughed prettily at your serious tone before changing his positioning. “see someone’s in need of some special treatment.”
from laying on his side he moved off the yellow picnic blanket and moved the hand that was on your face to beside your head and the other sat beside your clothed hip. steve also nudge a thigh between your legs, one down the over bent, causing your baby pink panties to show themselves.
“fuck, i’m the luckiest man in the world.” he whispered while letting his eyes run over your warm face. your chest moved with each breath causing the small s pendent necklace to reflect the beaming light off the metal.
“well i’d say i’m the luckiest in the world.” palms settling at the hem of steve’s shirt, pushing it up a bit to see a sliver of freckles and dark body hair. your bent knee brushed against his outer thigh, the denim a welcomed rough material.
steve smiled then leaned in so his lips could finally melt into yours. he tasted sweet from the strawberries you packed and shared mixed with a bit of citrus from the homemade lemonade you tired over. you hummed into his mouth, pushing your chest up to feel him closer.
steve dropped to his forearm, his weight making your heart race. his rhythm was slow and intoxicating, his tongue twisting with yours causing a moan to echo in the air. you traveled your hands from his torso up to the back up his head and sank your nails into his growing locks, letting your nails scratch at his scalp.
steve pulled away from a moment to say, “i really want to have sex right now, but i’m trying to a romantic boyfriend. and i don’t know how you feel about the possibility of getting caught by anyone.” and you could feel his excitement brush against you.
you bit into your bottom lip and you actually thought about it, then looked into his eyes as you said, “i’m feeling a little adventurous.”
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a/n: i don’t know.
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Hiii! Could you imagine one where the reader finds out she's pregnant during one of Spencer's missions and when he comes home she has a crisis and ends up feeling ill and Spencer doesn't know how to help and the reader doesn't know how to tell him she's pregnant. (Both are already married)
i took this opportunity to set my pregnant!reader series into the future cause i already planned for them to have another child. request is tweaked justttt a little.
“my dear sweet penny, can you hit me with a bus? i want this misery to end.” you’ve been hit with the worst stomach bug or flu or just something that’s been lasting since spencer went on his case, five days ago.
your mom took your daughter for the day when you realized you weren’t getting out of bed anytime soon and you called in your reinforcement of one penelope garcia. the case ended yesterday but the team had to stay an extra day due to weather in their state, so penelope has been keeping you company for the past two days. it was nice to have an adult conversation instead of bluey and the same princess movies.
“okay, if you’re pleading for death that means it’s time to head over to a hospital. i don’t want spencer to hypothetically bite my head off if something happens to you.” her bright blonde hair was your shining sun in your darkened bedroom. and her jewelry were loud gongs with each step she took. “i hate to sound like a bitch but can you like, be the opposite of yourself today?” moaning and groaning as you tried pushing off the tossed sheets.
“yeah, you need a doctor. cause and i quote ‘penny if i even say to change yourself i’ve been abducted and that’s an alien.’ hopefully they can give you good drugs.”
at the hospital they took some blood, made you pee and just did a bunch of other check ups when it was shown you were sick with anything. so after an hour or so your doctor renters the sterile room with his clipboard and a poker face. “well, you’re not sick, but you are pregnant. we’ll get an ultrasound in here to check on the fetus.” talk talk talk and then he left again, leaving you and penelope open mouthed shocked.
“holy shit,” breathing out as your hand rubbed over your still small belly. “i told spencer i couldn’t keep my hands to myself.” telling that to the ceiling.
“oh, i’ll have another godchild! i’m so happy to live vicariously through you.” penelope stood at your side and smiled down at you. you turned your head towards her, “you know when they’re older, you’ll be our go-to babysitter then. so just be prepared for that.”
with the ultrasound done they confirmed you were almost done with your first trimester and that left you a bit shocked. you were three months pregnant but didn’t know, now you understand how some of those other ladies feel. but you were excited for another, but then you were done, seriously.
you tried calling spencer after leaving but his phone when to voicemail, but you didn’t think anything of it. probably feel asleep or out doing something with his team. so when you arrived to your mom’s place you were a bit surprised to see your husband holding your daughter and swinging her around.
“you’re back!” penny the first to speak and move further into the home. spencer and anna both turned their heads and smiled at the bright lady. “auntie penny!” your annabeth squealed with an arm out.
she happily took her from spencer’s hold and moved her away so you could talk with spencer. his puppy eyes and downturn mouth made your heart soar, oh how he’s gonna get you into so much trouble.
“you feeling better? your mom said it’s been a week.” pulling you into his hold, cheek pressed into his chest as his palms rubbed over your shoulder blades and spine. you sighed, “yeah, penny took me to the doctor. turns out i wasn’t sick… i was- i am pregnant.”
spencer’s hands stopped and leaned back, “what?” his brows raised into his curling locks. “how far along?” “three months…” biting into your bottom lip as you watched him go through his mental calendar. you both knew your period was irregular, that’s why you didn’t think anything of it.
“so it must’ve been sometime after annie’s fourth birthday,” spencer came to the conclusion. leaned in to peck your forehead, “are you okay with another?” always making sure you were okay with the decision.
you smiled up at him with a twinkle in your eyes, “absolutely.”
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does anyone want to send in some summertime steve requests? it just always feels like his season.
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